The Bad Place {Thranduil x Female!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1851 Summary: Thranduil comforts you after nights of being plagued by nightmares. Warnings: Descriptions of war.

That’s what you called it, because there were no other words for it. The bad place, the bad place, the bad place. You had seen war before, there was no shielding yourself from it, not here in Middle Earth. Not with your place as Queen beside your husband Thranduil. You were as fierce as he was. You had taught Legolas how to use a bow and arrow. You could use a sword as well as any man. You have seen death. You had looked it in the eye and told it that it wasn’t worth the dirt on your boots and you hurried on. But there was something about the terrors in these dreams. These true atrocities. All of these - humans, you assumed - they did not have the grace of elves - marching. Carrying these strange weapons. Long and metal like swords but different. Like a crossbow. Like a - like a catapult, flinging out something. Fires, acrid smoke filling your nostrils every time that you fell asleep.

The Sky is Falling {Thranduil x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2871 Summary: Before you leave the shelter of Mirkwood, the King decides to tell you a story.

The wind that had been bad enough for you to appeal to Mirkwood for shelter seemed to subside until it was nothing more than a mutter against the tree tops. Weird weather during these odd times, you noticed. It wasn’t easy to be a traveler, even during this time of relative peace. You were just thankful that the elves had let you in, though you were not one of them. It was rare that they were so welcoming. Where you came from, they were nicknamed mountains, because they were tall and elegant, but harsh and cold at the same time. Despite that, they gave you a warm meal and a bed, and one that wasn’t in the dungeons, surprisingly enough. They tended to be mistrustful of others, but here you were, under your own quilt that you kept packed in your bag for the cold night, curled up in the bed. It was quite comfortable, but nonetheless, sleep was not coming peacefully.

All the Love {Thranduil x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @queenofmankind​ Wordcount: 3296 Summary:You show up uninvited to a grand affair, hosted by King Thranduil. There’s been some things left unspoken.

No matter how ornate your gown, or how beautifully braided your hair was, attention always went to the necklace that rested between your breasts. Silver, twisted into branches to make a teardrop like shape, framed the four pointed star within. It hung off of a delicate looking chain, but it was one which was extremely hard to break. Throughout your long life, it had never broken once, not even when you were a child and not as careful as perhaps you should have been. It was not only a beautiful piece of jewelry, but it was a sign of your life force. It was realized that if you were ever seen without it, it meant that you had fallen in love. Many elves had tried to have the privilege by courting you, but you remained stubborn and so the necklace had stayed. There was no one you had yet met who you would give your heart, your life to. The keyword in this being yet.

Seeing Stars (Thranduil x Reader Oneshot)

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2189 Summary: A snowy walk with Thranduil goes slightly awry.

You’ve never breathed in air that felt so crisp and clean before. The cold was so much that you could barely feel it as you walked among the trees, bare during the winter. Your breath was coming out in a misty vapor, nearly freezing the tip of your nose, but once more, you could not feel it. The snow had paused for the moment, which was why you had decided to take this walk, and to your surprise, the grand King Thranduil of Mirkwood had decided to join you, leaving his covered throne room to walk outside. The stars were beautiful tonight, though the King was a distraction from the sights around you. And the sounds, since you could hear the animals in the forest scurrying around, getting the last of the food before hiding away for hibernation. There was no such thing as perfect in the world, but if there was - this was the closest that you believed anyone or anything could come to it.