Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thranduil- Scandalous pt. 2

Your palms were sweating violently. If you looked hard enough, you could see beads of fear rolling down your lover's face as you entered the throne room. Your arms were linked together, unwilling to let the other go. 

You quickly closed your eyes and whispered last-minute prayers as the wide doors opened. Thranduil gave you a gentle nudge with his elbows. You looked up to see King Oropher sitting elegantly on his throne. Your parents stood close by, looking at you expectantly. None of them knew what was about to happen. Oddly enough, their faces looked pleased. 

"Ion nin," the king addressed his son with a nod.

"Ada," Thranduil said back. 

"Lady (y/n)," Oropher acknowledged you happily. "Your beauty shines bright this morning, as always."

"Hannon lle, aran nin," you said with a respectful dip of your head. It was hard to maintain the shaking in your voice. 

"Tell us, young ones," your father stepped in. "Why have you gathered us here today?"

Thranduil slipped his hands into yours. You felt weak, unable to look your elders in the eyes, so you stared down at your feet instead. You wanted to disappear so badly right now. Thranduil, however, wasn't letting his fear get the best of him. He never did. 

"We are here to tell you that we are very much in love," the prince announced. Smiles spread across all three faces. "And we have been for years. But we have been naive and foolish, and let our passion get the best of us. (Y/n) is pregnant."

There were echoing gasps. Your mother looked like she was about to faint. Oropher's shock slowly shifted into anger. Nevertheless, Thranduil continued.

"My lord and lady," he said to your parents, "I love your daughter too much to leave her to raise our child alone. She is my light and love. Without her I am nothing." He turned to his father. "Ada, if you plan to send (y/n) away from me, I will not have it. You cannot separate us. If you do, I shall give up my entitlement to the throne and run away with her. We both want this child now that it's here, and will not let it ruin our love. So do what you want, but we will be together, no matter how hard you try to keep us apart."

Oropher's strong hands gripped his staff so tightly, you believed it would snap. Your father looked disappointed and your mother didn't look entirely conscious. 

"I disapprove of your behavior, ion nin," the king said grimly. "Keeping your relationship a secret was not wise, but I am glad you found love with (y/n) and not another elleth. The two of you must know that (y/n)'s parents and I arranged your marriage many years ago, when you both were toddling elflings."

"You can't be serious!" Thranduil gasped.

"It's the truth," your father said. "The wedding was set to be ten years from now, but seeing that a child is soon to come, we must have it immediately."

"You understand that this is a scandal?" Oropher said sternly. "With a sudden wedding followed by a child, the public will think you've been forced into wedlock because of your foolish actions. It will not do them well to think they'll have an irresponsible king who gives his lady a child before a ring."

"We are aware, Ada," Thranduil said solemnly, obviously hurt. You squeezed his hand, you hadn't expected this to cause his reputation so much damage. "But we have not changed our minds. The elf inside of (y/n) will be the next true heir of Mirkwood."

"Indeed," the king sighed. "I sympathize for you, my children. Love can drive one to do harmless things with terrible consequences. They will be blind when it happens, but reality will soon return to lash them."

That stung. Your soon-to-be father in-law described your pregnancy as a lashing. But, alas, he was right. 

"I trust the two of you have learned from this experience to be more cautious," your father said. You both nodded. "Then I give you my blessing. I approve of Lady (y/n) and will allow her to become the princess of Mirkwood and bare your heir, Ion nin."

You began to cry tears of joy. Your prayers had been answered. Not only did Oropher want you to stay, he had wanted you to be with Thranduil all along. The meeting couldn't have gone better. 

Translations:

Ion nin- my son

Ada- Father

Hannon lle, aran nin- Thank you, my king