The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings Imagines

White Clover pt. 8 -Thranduil

"On the contrary, because we live for so long, we simply do not forget things that are important to us," Legolas said.

You smiled. "I'm not important, Legolas."

He shook his head and took your hand in his. "You are important. You are such a great friend, (Y/N). And I know you are important to Ada as well. He loves you, he truly does."

"But he regrets doing so," you whispered.

Legolas stood up, pulling you with him. He's going to make his father apologize and maybe they can both go and ask for Lord Elrond's help to lengthen your stay in Middle Earth. There must be a way. If bringing you here was possible, making you stay isn't a far-fetched idea .

"Legolas, where are we going?" you asked.

"We will find a way. We must make you stay for longer. You cannot just leave without telling Ada. You cannot just leave without telling him how you feel or him telling you how he truly feels. You cannot just leave like that!"

"Who is leaving?"

You and Legolas stopped in your tracks when someone entered the room. The newcomer was wearing his great robe and his crown, his blue eyes wide with confusion and fear.

"Ada," Legolas said, bowing in respect to the King. You did the same but all your gestures were ignored by the King who was now glaring at the lack of response for his question.

"Where are you two going? And what is this talk about someone leaving?" Thranduil asked again. When you and Legolas hesitated, he exclaimed, "Tell me!"

You pushed Legolas, gesturing for him to leave the room. This was between you and Thranduil. Maybe Legolas was right. Thranduil had welcomed you here, took you in, and cared for you. He deserved to know what was happening.

Legolas left, closing the door behind him. When he was gone, you pulled up your sleeve to show Thranduil your tattoo. Before you could say anything, he said, "Five? What does that have to do with this?"

You blinked, gaping at him. "You-You can read it?"

"Of course I can read it. It is written in Elvish."

"Elvish? It is written in (your language)." You stopped yourself—that wasn't the purpose of your talk with Thranduil. You sighed and caressed the tattoo. "The day Lord Elrond came here, this appeared on my arm. It once said 'Thirty-one'. But on that day, you held my shoulder. The moment you let go, it turned to 'Twenty-eight'. Since then it had been counting down."

Thranduil gingerly held your arm, looking at the tattoo carefully. Truly it did hold some kind of magic. To his eyes, it seemed to flicker and move. "What does it mean then?" he asked. "What does it signify?"

You didn't speak. You let him figure it out on his own. And it wasn't long before Thranduil had the same reaction as Legolas. His hands grabbed your arms as he leaned down to look straight into your eyes.

"You only have five days left here in Middle Earth?" he asked.

You could only nod and whisper, "Yes."

"Why did you not tell me?" Thranduil exclaimed. "You should have told me sooner! Why would you keep such a thing from me?"

"Because I thought you wouldn't care!" you shouted. There were now tears running down your cheeks. You could no longer hold back your emotions. "Because I thought it won't matter to you if I'm gone. You said it yourself, didn't you? You wish you had never seen me in your dreams. You wish I never came here. You regret loving me—!"

The words were left stuck in your throat as a pair of lips captured yours. His arm found its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His other hand was cupping your cheek. Your eyes were still wide from his actions, but a few moments later you gave in and closed them.

You have always wondered how it would be to share a kiss with someone who means the world to you.

It was warm and comforting.

When you both had to pull away for air, Thranduil pressed his forehead against yours and looked at your eyes with his blue ones. They were bright but at the same time sad. He had been longing to kiss you—he should have done it when you still had a lot of time.

"Five days is too short," he whispered. "Too short to show you how much I want you here with me."

You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your head against his chest.

"For a mortal like me, someone who never thought that this world could ever exist, someone who never thought they could meet someone like you," you whispered back, "five days is more than enough."