The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings -oneshots II

Protect - Thranduil

Warnings: paternal abuse
Word count: 1024 
Other: -
Requested: nnnope

Your and Thranduil's love seems to be written into stars, but why is it that you are hesitant to let him smother you in affection as you do with him?

When Thranduil first met you, he wasn't thinking that anything would come off it. It was another meeting between him and some high-born lady his parents had organized, and he was used to not getting along with them. But the moment his eyes met yours he knew that there was something more there. He was intrigued, and couldn't quite stop thinking about you, even if you had just had a short talk during the supper the servants had prepared after your family had arrived in the Kingdom of Mirkwood.

You two ran into each other late one evening, and a conversation sparked easily between the two of you. You spent most of the night talking, not noticing or caring that time was passing and the sun first setting and then rising onto the sky. It was only when the servants that were in charge of the two of you were searching for the two of you in panic, did you realize that the whole night had passed. You parted with a laugh and promised that you would talk again.

And talk you did. During every ball, meal, and meeting there was, and to the point where your fathers elected to shoo you out of said meetings, and then stopped inviting the two of you to them altogether. But it worked for the two of you very well, as your talks grew deeper and feelings started to gather. You were entranced with each other, listening to each other in a daze when they were talking, and enchanting each other when it was time for the other to speak.

It was only a month later that the two of you were head over heels in love, spending every available moment in each other's presence, exchanging sweet kisses and small presents. Everything was perfect. Or at least almost.

Thranduil knew you were hiding something. He couldn't quite grasp what, but the way your smile dimmed after a moment of spending time with him was something he could not understand. He did everything he could to have you feel as comfortable as possible in his presence, but you were still on edge the entire time. You were tense, even when Thranduil ran his hands gently up and down your arms, and pulled away when he tried to pull you into an embrace. You assured him your love in every turn, kissing and complimenting him with every opportunity you had, but every time he tried to return the favor, you closed off and backed away.

It didn't make sense to him until later. He had just asked your father for your hand in marriage a week earlier, and he had agreed eagerly. There had been something in his eyes he could not quite grasp, but he had decided not to dwell on it as he hurried to find you to tell you the wonderful news. Turns out, he should have.

Thranduil's eyesight grew dark with anger when he saw your father's hand connect with your cheek. But what pushed him over the edge was the defeated look in your eyes and the way you didn't seem to react when the hand made contact with your flesh. You let out a startled yelp when Thranduil pulled you to his side and stared at your father with the utmost hate he could muster
"I will kill you if you lay a hand on her again." Your father only scoffed and took a threatening step forward, but Thranduil didn't even blink, his expression unchanging.

"She is my daughter, you insolent boy. If I deem it fit to punish her, I will." Your father growled, and you whimpered, your hold around Thranduil tightening. He laid his hand on your side, assuring you he was there and he was not going anywhere.

"She is to be my wife, therefore she is under my protection. You will not lay a hand on her ever again."
"She is to be your wife only with my blessing. Get out of my way." Your father growled, but Thranduil stepped in front of your father as he tried to reach you around him.
"I will kill you if you lay a hand on her again." Thranduil's eyes were ice-cold as he growled out the words and he was standing steadily between you and your father.

When your father's hand went to his sword, he realized they were not alone as Thranduil's father's guards drew their weapons, ready to defend the future king, and apparently, queen. The slump of his shoulders told Thranduil that the immediate threat was over, and your father backed away and left a room, but not without spewing out venomous words into your direction, words that made tears start pouring out of your eyes.
"Make sure he leaves the kingdom and does not ever come back." With a bow, the guards hurried after your father. As the door closed behind them, you erupted into sobs against Thranduil, and he drew you close into a hug, rubbing his hand over your back, trying to soothe you.

He gently cupped your face in his hands to lift your face so your eyes could meet his.
"He will never lay a hand on you ever again." He vowed, and you sniffled, tears still brimming in your eyes. You didn't respond, just allowed yourself to be held in his embrace, finally allowing yourself to feel his closeness, the warmth of his arms around you, the way his breath fanned your face with every exhale.

Hello, my darlings, long time no see! My writing motivation has been on the rocks lately and I have no idea if it's coming back even now, but I got this little piece finished so that's something. 

Also, all the oneshots from book one have been moved to ArchiveOfOurOwn as well, and I am going to move this book there too if you prefer reading on that platform more.