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My Everything--A Thranduil Oneshot

Enyalie

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My best writing always seems to be in the form of a oneshot. So enjoy this little imagine I came up with on a whim!



My Everything

King Thranduil watched through his bed chamber balcony window. His Mirkwood Guard was training in the courtyard below. Their dark green uniforms matched his royal colors. But one particular guard caught his attention. She was average in every single way. Her hair was long and golden like the sunset. Or gold itself. Thranduil thought, as he watched her effortlessly match every stroke of her opponent.

He swept away from the window at a knock at the door, his blue eyes reluctantly sliding away from the elleth.

“Enter.” He said, taking up a position of confidence and utter indifference. The door opened, and Eithoron walked in. He bowed, and cleared his throat. “Your Majesty, there is a man requesting an audience with you. He says it is a matter of life or death.”

Thranduil gazed at the servant. He didn’t want to deal with this sort of thing at the moment. But if it was a matter of life or death, then he must attend to it. “I will be down shortly. You are dismissed.” The servant bowed his way out of the room. Thranduil strode back to the window, and gazed back down at the courtyard. The guards were finishing up the training, polishing their swords and bows.

He searched through the mass of green uniforms until he found the elleth. She was laughing at something another guard had said. Thranduil found a smile inching its way across his lips. But it was quickly replaced with a frown as he watched an ellon approach the elleth and say something to her. There was a strange feeling rising in his chest.

Jealousy.

Thranduil shook his head and swept across the room. Why was he jealous over this elleth? He didn’t even know her.

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In the throne room, Thranduil listened to the human stutter. Apparently there was an Orc attack on his village, and he wanted help rescuing the captured inhabitants. Thranduil watched with a bored expression. Then he made a motion with his hand, and the guards stepped up and grabbed hold of the man.

Slowly tilting his head, Thranduil spoke in low tones. “I do not see any need to provide you with my soldiers. Guards, escort him to the gates.” He said, and the guards nodded silently, dragging the man away. Thranduil sighed, standing up and slowly walked down his elaborate throne.

Removing his crown, he handed it off to a servant and strode out the double doors to the courtyard where the Mirkwood Guard had been training. There were still a few gathered around talking. Glancing around he quickly saw her.

It only took a few long strides before he reached her. It took her a short moment before she realized that her King was standing behind her. She swept into a graceful bow.

“My King.” She murmured, and Thranduil could feel his heart flutter in his chest. A flutter he hadn’t felt since--her death. Up close he could see that her eyes were brown, like her eyes.

“What is your name guard?” He asked, anxious to put a name to her beautiful face. But no, he couldn’t think like that. She was a simple guard. He’d told himself he’d never love another after her.

She smiled, and Thranduil felt his resolve melting. “I’m (Y/n), My King. Is there something you need?” She asked, her voice soft as a velvet bedspread.

“No… (Y/n).” Thranduil said, savoring the feel of her name on his tongue. It was beautiful, just like her. Quickly, he turned and strode away from her. He needed to be alone.

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Later, alone in his chambers, Thranduil paced. He felt emotions he’d never felt for years. Since the days he had courted another.

He’d promised himself he’d never love another. But now his heart was betraying him. His resolve was as strong as ever, but the sight of her, the sound of her voice, it was like lighting a candle. The flame melted the tallow holding it together.

Thranduil took a deep breath. Glancing at the window, he noted that the moon was shining softly in the dark sky. Perhaps a good night’s sleep would solve things.



~~~The Next Morning~~~


Thranduil sat upright, his hair a frazzled mess from his tossing and turning, and his heart pounding. Glancing around, he was reassured that it was a dream. A dream about that elleth. Even in sleep, he couldn’t escape her.

A frown graced his face as he prepared for the day. He turned to his hair first. An ivory-toothed comb soon smoothed it down, and he was satisfied. Then it was time to chose his wardrobe.

A silver tunic complete with a long flowing cape was what he decided on. After settling his crown on his head, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was satisfactory.

Then his door crashed open. It was Eithoron, and he should have known better, but Thranduil was distracted by the words he gasped out: “Spiders.. Attacking village.”

Thranduil swept by him. “Find Torastor! Quickly!” He boomed, his mind racing. The guard needed to be assembled, and briefed. He still mulled over the details as he glided into the throne-room where Torastor was already waiting.

“Toraster! Spiders are attacking the village. Ready the Mirkwood Guard and send them out quickly. Keep me informed.” Thranduil said, and Toraster nodded, bowing before he trotted out of the room.

Thranduil climbed up onto his throne and sat down, reclining against the padded seat. In all honesty, he would prefer to be out in the battle, but it wasn’t worth risking his life. The Mirkwood Guard would easily be able to handle the threat.

But then a disturbing thought crossed Thranduil’s mind. The elleth! She would be sent out, and possibly killed by the spiders! He bolted out of his chair. He had to stop her from going!

But then he paused, halfway down the stairs to the courtyard. Why was he so concerned about her? She was just a guard, she was trained for this! And it was none of his business. He didn’t like her, did he?

Thranduil shook his head. “No, I do not.” He said aloud, and turned around, heading back to his throne. But he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling. He SHOULD do something, but why? He didn’t like her. Not one bit. He’d vowed to love only one elleth, and that elleth was the love of his life. It was not possible for him to fall in love again. He wouldn’t.



This is only a part of the oneshot. I'm still in the process of writing more, and I'll add to it later. I'd appreciate any suggestions!! And if you'd like to see more of my work, I have written some Legolas Oneshots on Wattpad that I'd love to repost here!

--Enyalie
 

Enyalie

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If anyone would like to request a oneshot, I'd be happy to write one for you as well!

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If anyone would like to request a oneshot, I'd be happy to write one for you as well!

--Enyalie
That's very nice of you, Enyalie. :)

But if you've browsed through The Tolkien Forum, especially the sub-forums dealing with Peter Jackson's films, you may have noticed that many people take a (very) dim view of his taking liberties with book characters. The book nerds, very certainly, but those may be the majority still active here. There were positive takes on the films (I also think he got things right, the background atmosphere and scenery are just amazing), but perhaps most film fans have moved on at present.
 

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