Thranduil Imagines (The Hobbit)

TI- (AU) Imagine going to the same high school as Thranduil

Imagine going to the same high school as Thranduil

Caution: bullying and one bad word

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You walked into your history class and nearly walked back out when you noticed that Dáin and his group of friends were already sitting in their seats. Dáin and his friends were the most popular kids in school, meaning that they were completely different from yourself. You walked slowly and tried to make the least noise you possibly could. Maybe they wouldn't notice you, you thought.

They did. 

You looked down and began twirling the thin charm bracelet your grandmother had given you before she passed. It was always something you did whenever you needed comfort.

"Loser," you heard Dáin say as you walked past his table. His friends snickered in response and you felt your face turning red. 

You quickly walked to your seat where you thought would be more comfortable but you had been mistaken when you thought that this school year could not have gotten any worse. There, sitting next to your seat was the new student, Thranduil.

It had been the middle of the year when he arrived. No one knew much about him. From what you had come to realize, he did not talk. Not that he couldn't, you simply had never heard him before.

There was nothing friendly about him, making everyone avoid him. You had heard people saying that he moved here from far away after he had been released from juvenile detention. Whether that was true, you did not know and you were certainly not planning to ask him.

You could feel the new student's gaze boring unto you as you sat down in your seat carefully avoiding to look at him. Recently, his gaze seemed to roam over you more frequently. As fate would have it, you accidentally bumped into the table you shared, causing your notebook to slide toward Thranduil and making the table move. For the second time that morning, you felt yourself blushing. 

"Sorry," you mumbled, quickly collecting your notebook. You dared to sneak a look at him and instantly regretted it. Thranduil was staring at you with an intensity that made you want to curl up in a ball. You settled by looking away, gulping, and nervously sitting beside him.

During the whole lecture, you sat uncomfortably rigid in your seat. Thranduil, on the other hand, had placed his combat-booted feet on the table thus reclining on the chair. His hands laced through his hair just above his low golden ponytail. He was the epitome of both confidence and comfort.

The bell indicating lunchtime could not have rung sooner. Of course, you let Dáin and his friends leave before you, making sure that they were a long distance ahead before nearly running out of the door, tripping on the foot of your chair in the process. It was more probable that you were hallucinating but you could have sworn you saw the lips of Thranduil quirk up before he turned his head and walked out of the door.

Lunchtime was always your favorite, not so much for the nasty school food but because you could spend time with your best friend Tauriel who you had known since you were both five.

When you reached your table, she was already sitting with her tray of food in front of her. She smiled when you sat down and began talking continuously, making you laugh at almost everything she said. After she finished talking of her day, she asked you about yours. You instantly told her of what happened in history class with both Dáin and Thranduil. You finished off with a sigh.

"I wish I had your courage," you said, smiling at her. Tauriel was always the most courageous and graceful of the two. The only description you could think to describe the both of you was that she was a full grown wolf and you were a pup. She gave you a look of sympathy before her face hardened in anger.