Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thranduil- Cinderella of Mirkwood pt. 1

Requested by @SimplyJustCrossovers . Remember that all translations are at the end of the story! 

The day you entered Mirkwood, the streets were bustling with activity. Vendors sold ribbons, flowers, and fabrics on the street and carriages drawn by big, gallant horses made their way to the royal palace. The trees overhead that always kept the floor dark and shadowed had parted ever so slightly to let the sun beam on your fair skin. 

You had been here more than once in the past, so you knew this was unusual. You lived in a small cottage in the woods far away from the city with your adoptive father who had rescued you from being abandoned and left to die in the dark of night. It had hundreds of years ago since he took you under his wing and gave you the name Lilawyn. 

He had sent you into town to restock on supplies, as he did every few months. You had a long list on things to get: iron shovels for gardening, an ax for chopping, a blanket for sleeping, and other various necessities. 

You drew the eyes of many people as you went about your errands. You were very beautiful- everyone told you so. It made you wonder why your parents had cast you out. Perhaps they just wanted a son. You didn't think too hard on the matter. They must've be cold-hearted to leave a baby, especially their own, to die. You had no desire to meet them.

You entered the hardware store and breathed in the small of chopped wood. The store was run by an old elf and his son, Toldir (whom you called in your head, "Oh, dear"), who had taken a hopeless liking to you for the past decades. He was undoubtedly a charming ellon, but he did not spark your interest. His face lit up when he saw you.

"Lilawyn," he greeted you happily, "Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín."

You tried not to cringe. "Suilad, Toldir," you said simply with a nod of your head. He seemed to drool over the sound of your voice. 

He leaned against a workbench, trying to look as attractive as possible. "What brings you into my shop?"

"My Ada requests that I buy him an iron shovel," you said. "We're trying to get our fruit trees planted so they might be in bloom by autumn."

"Well, I will give the shovel to you on the house," Toldir insisted and handed you a shovel. Seldir, his father, walked into the room with pile of lumber in his arms and rolled his eyes from behind his son. You covered your laughter with a fake cough. Seldir knew you were far beyond his son's league. He still had faith in him- he had to, being his father, but he knew an unobtainable elleth when he saw one. You appreciated that he didn't make you feel obliged to return the young ellon's affections. 

"How have you been, Lilawyn?" he asked as he set the wood down. You left Toldir to speak with the shop owner. 

"I've been well, thank you," you said, tucking the freely given shovel into your knapsack. "Just running some seasonal errands."

"As I can see," he replied. "Are you going to the ball tomorrow night?"

"Come again?" you asked, not sure if you had heard him right.

"The ball," Seldir repeated, gesturing out the window. "That's what all the commotion out there is about. Everyone is invited, even the royals from other elven kingdoms. The royal family hasn't had such a celebration since his wedding before you were born." 

"You mean you don't know what it's being held for?"

He shrugged. "No. The invitations were posted all over town saying that it would be a night of joyous feasting and dancing. That was all. Everyone's so excited, because the doors haven't been open to the public like this in centuries. You should go. I have a feeling it will be a wonderful night."