The Place Nightmares Cannot Reach 🌌
Content: Thranduil x y/n fluff
Everyone in Mirkwood knew better than to disturb the King at night.
Everyone… except you.
You padded quietly through the silver-lit halls, wrapped in an oversized cloak, eyes heavy, hands clenched in the fabric at your chest. Sleep would not come, not when your dreams kept turning sharp, loud and cruel like that.
Thranduil’s chambers were the only place that felt warm enough to make the world quiet again. You hesitated at the door, lifting your hand.
Before you could knock, his low, sleepy voice reached you.
"Come in."
You blinked.
"You were awake?"
"Barely" he murmured with a sleepy voice.
You slipped inside. The room glowed with dim candlelight. His winter crown remained forgotten on the nightstand, pale hair loose around his shoulders. He looked softer like this... less King, more safe.
"You should be resting, y/n." he said gently.
You shrugged, rubbing your tired eyes.
"I couldn’t sleep" you whispered. "My dreams won’t leave me alone.."
He stilled. For a heartbeat, the cold king disappeared. He stood and crossed the room, hands gentle but certain as he drew you into his arms.
"Then they will not touch you here." he said quietly.
You melted against him.
His cloak wrapped around your shoulders, warm and heavy. He guided you to sit with him on his sofa near the fireplace, your cheek resting against his chest, his chin lowering to your hair.
"Sleep, mir nîn" he murmured. "You are safe here."
His fingers traced slow lines through your hair, grounding, patient. The nightmares did not follow you there. They could not. Because the King of the Woodland Realm did not sleep that night.
Not until you did.
Mir nîn = my jewel/my precious one
