The Hobbit/LOTR Imagines (Requests Closed)

(Thranduil x Reader) Embrace

(Imagine you find Thranduil waiting to see you after a bad day)
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You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hands. Another meeting had just ended. Finally. Only another three to go.

The council chambers were empty, at last. The past hour had been discussing endless trade deals and alliances between elves who would rather squabble than agree. And you had grown up with your people claiming to be the most civilised of all middle earth species.

You audibly sighed.

The day was dragging. No, the week was dragging. If elves lived for thousands of years, you weren't sure if it was going to feel like hundreds of millions if you had to sit through this everyday.

You had been Queen for one year. It was so very short. You had grown up in the court and you wanted the best for your people but the mind games, the endless back stabbing of these Nobel elves made you sick. For them to think they could get away with convincing you to and agreement, with their smooth words and charm, that was only to benefit their own house, because you were a new queen, was so very naive.

You knew how to be head strong. You knew when to say no. They just seemed to be taking a very long time to realise that you weren't playing into their little games.

The crackle of the fire was the only thing that soothed you. It let your mind think of nothing for a few blissful moments. That was until the door sounded again. You called for them to enter. And the next meeting began.

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Hours later and that door finally closed, and stayed closed.

You weren't sure you could keep your eyes open. But it was the eleventh hour of the night and all you could think of was your bed.

You hadn't seen Thranduil all day either. Your heart clenched a little. No doubt he had been in the same boat as you. Probably even worse. But at least he was use to it. You doubted that made it any better.

The elves halls were silent. The only thing you heard was your footsteps and the odd scatter of a maid every few turns. Your body felt heavy and your mind was so full of chatter.

One of the council elves had decided to take a jab at your upbringing, your father being a member of the guard and not of true Nobel blood. Not suited for a future Queen, perhaps? You'd made your own way into the political chaos of the palace, thank you very much. Your sharp mind and careful wording of a diplomat. It was enough to catch your now husbands eye. You reminded the councilman of who now sat in the throne before him and whose father still sold the best strawberries in Mirkwood. Gosh they were delicious.

You opened the door to your chambers. Well, rather, your body fell through it. You almost had to catch yourself on the other side.

You turned to see Thranduil sitting on the window ledge, gazing at the moon glowing before him.

"Thranduil, what are you doing awake?" You said, closing the door gently behind you.

He turned to see you, his eyes glittering.
"I wanted to be here when you came back." He said, rising.

You couldn't resist a smile. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to. The moon kept me company, don't worry." He said, turning to close the open window behind him. "How was your day?"

"Tiring." You breathed. "But I'll manage. What about you? Did you have many meetings to attend to?" You were struggling to keep your eyes open.

He walked towards you. "Not as many as you." He said in a hushed voice, his face concerned.

You didn't reply. Instead, you leaned in with all your love when you felt his arms embrace you.

All of your worries sank away.

"You always know what I need." You whispered, feeling your eyes start to close.

"We do this together." He said softly.

Your heart warmed.

"I'm so tired." You gave a weak chuckle.

"Then we will sleep." You saw the moon glimmer once more as you found your self carried to your bed. Thranduil held you as you both lay and let sleep take over.