TOLKIEN; imagines

30: To Have You Again - Thranduil

38. "Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars."

43. "Do you think you could be happy here? With me?"

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

I still remembered the choices that had led me here. Choosing to follow Thorin Oakenshield as he led a company of twelve of his kin, a hobbit and one elf into the decaying and grotesque forest that was Mirkwood being one of them. That wood was once thriving with the prosperity of the kingdom and its people, but now it was nothing but dead branches and adhesive webs of silk. I remembered that same dwarf screaming for assistance as my king chose to turn away from the suffrages of others and the beating of my horse's hooves as I charged forth, away from my kin, a rebel that led to my banishment, still thundering in my memories.

The moment the hunters of Mirkwood had surrounded us, my heart had shuddered violently as I laid eyes on the handsome blonde elf, whose glacial blue irises I would have recognized even if I had spent a million decades trapped inside the halls of Mandos. I remembered the harsh commands that the great Elvenking had bellowed in response to Thorin Oakenshield's defiance. I remembered the thoughts that flooded my mind as I remembered the sight of my fully grown, strong and able son and my broken, struggling husband, Legolas and Thranduil, the only beings in all of Arda that I could ever willingly give my heart to.

I still remembered how I had so foolishly denied my freedom when Bilbo had come along with the keys, preparing to flee from the only home I had ever known.

"No, Master Baggins," I had said. "My journey ends here, I think."

He had scampered off after his accomplices, casting a wary, pathetic glance of pity over his shoulder.

"As you wish, miss," he had sighed.

But I was no more than a sickly prisoner and a traitor to my son and husband now. I had forfeited that euphoria of raising a child and loving someone so passionately the second I chose to turn around, to leave my kind.

All these thoughts swirled around my mind, gagging any other function as I stumbled along, growing ever closer to the grand nest of tangled branches that radiated from a central point, the point at which my husband rested, with his iconic scowl and aura of pure power chilling the air around him.

The guards threw me down onto my knees before the king, locks of unkempt H/C hair blocking my face from view.

"Why do you linger, prisoner?" Thranduil sneered. "You could have fled with the rest of the abominations you call a company. But yet you stayed. For what purpose?"

I whimpered in response, anxiety of what might become of me shocking my brain into a useless heap of connected cells.

"I-I'm afraid I don't rightly know, my king," I supplied with as strong of a tone as I could manage in my fragile state.

"I am not your king," Thranduil corrected. "You follow that 'king' under the mountain. He is no ruler, young one, he never has been."

Suddenly, I felt a strong grip clamp around my jaw as a jeer of hatred poured from the plump lips I had once worshiped.