Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thranduil- Cinderella of Mirkwood pt. 3

Continued request for @SimplyJustCrossovers . Sorry it's late!

You returned to Mirkwood on a gallant steed, holding hands with your fiance. Your necklace was back around your neck and shone brighter than ever on your chest. Alvonair and Fildon were in chains behind you, soon to be judged for their crimes. You had never felt more glad to be alive. 

It seemed like the entire kingdom was there to welcome the king and his future queen back home. They were practically crawling over each other to catch a glimpse of you. Their eyes glimmered with admiration when they saw you, the most beautiful elleth they believed to ever walk Middle-Earth. 

They asked who you were, but you could do nothing but give a sympathetic smile and shrug. Thranduil had just called you "melleth nin" or "my love" ever since you accepted his proposal. You had already been thinking of a new name for yourself, but it was not easy to make a name that you would hold for the rest of your immortal life.

It was like a parade on the ride up to the palace. You had a new warm, fuzzy feeling inside of you that you had never experience before. You were loved not only by the kingdom, but the ellon of your dreams. What more could you ask for? Other than a name, that is.

Thranduil smiled at you. "They're all looking at you, melleth nin," he whispered into your ear. "It's hard not to, to be honest."

You blushed and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Stop, mela! You're making me blush."

He laughed and pecked you on the cheek. You squirmed on your saddle, struggling to maintain the happiness within you.

"Come, mela," he said as he galloped forward, "Our new home awaits."

The only child of the Lady of Light, Celebrian stood on the edge of the balcony of her guest suite in Mirkwood, spectating as the king returned to the kingdom, a stunning young elleth beaming at his side. Celebrian knew she had never seen you before, but something inside of her told her she did. She pushed the feeling away, figuring she just being silly. 

Elrond, her husband, was sleeping soundly on the bed. He had been suffering from nightmares for over a week now since the spider attack during the ball. Celebrian had finally gotten him to get some needed rest. 

During the arachnid attack at the ball, he had sworn he had seen you, (y/n), his long lost daughter. He came back to his wife trembling with trauma. When she asked him what was wrong, he replied with, "It was her, mela. Our daughter."

This sent Celebrian into worried thoughts about her youngest child, the only daughter she believed to still have. "Arwen? Is she alright? Last I checked, she was with her nanny. What happened to her?"

Elrond shook his head and gently clasped her hands. "Not Arwen. (Y/n). I swear to Eru, I saw her on the palace steps. When I asked if it was her, she looked confused and ran away."

As much as the lady wanted to not believe this news, fearing it would only end in more tears, there was a growing spark of hope in her heart. "That's impossible, Elrond," she protested, trying to kill the sparks. "She's been gone for over a century. How could she possibly still be alive? You don't even know what she looks like."

"She looked exactly like you, mela. And she had the same eyes as her brothers and sisters. Even if she didn't look anything like us, I would still know she was (y/n). I could feel it, Celebrian. It was a paternal connection that I can just feel."

Ever since then, he had refused to return to Rivendell. His wife tried to tell him he was just imagining things and that it was okay to grieve, even a century after your disappearance, but he kept his feet sturdily planted in Mirkwood. He exclaimed that his eyes wouldn't befool him and that you were here. He was going to wait until he saw you again, because he knew it would happen sooner than later.