Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thranduil- Me Instead of You (Alternate)

This was requested by @KarentiaPlenty This is the same as my last imagine, only Legolas is older.

Preparations for the Feast of Starlight had kept you busy for the past weeks, and this was because it was not only the stars that would be celebrated tonight, it was the six-hundredth anniversary of your marriage to Thranduil. Six centuries you had been one with the Elvenking, and those years had been the best you had ever lived.

Legolas strolled into the wine cellar, just coming home after a patrol. He had made the past four-hundred years unimaginably better since you had birthed him. He raised an eyebrow at the table where you stood testing all the wines imported to Mirkwood, and said, "Save some room for tonight, Naneth."

You laughed, "You underestimate my ability to hold liquor, ion nin. Your ada has trained me to be immune to it. To a degree, that is."

Legolas laughed, and walked off to prepare for the festivities. Thranduil came in a few minutes later as you licked your lips and decided that that wine wouldn't work for tonight.

"Meleth nin," he said with a crooked smile, "what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" you hummed, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I'm wine testing."

He hesitates before saying, "Well, you can stop now."

You swallowed and set your glass down. "Why?"

"Because I've already chosen what wine we'll be drinking tonight."

You put your fists on your hips. "Without my consent? Tell me what you chose- it better be good."

"It's the wine I made."

"Oh." You couldn't be mad at him for choosing his own wine over any others. He was rather good at making it, too. "Okay then."

"You're not mad?"

"I can never be mad at you because of wine, Thranduil. But I can be mad because you didn't tell me and therefore I have wasted an hour of my time drinking."

He took your hands in his. "I apologize, meleth. Allow me to make it up to you later tonight?"

You smiled slyly. "I might need a bit more convincing."

His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Well, then allow to convince you."

"Please do."

***

Thranduil rose from his seat and tapped his spoon to the side of his glass, earning the elves' attention. "I would like to make a toast to (y/n), my beautiful bride. Six-hundred and one years ago I proposed to her on this night, and one year later we were married on this day. After all this time, I can't remember how it feels to be without her. And I want to thank her for loving me and putting up with me all these years, because I know I have been a handful." You nodded in agreement, and the guests laughed. "And for bringing my son and heir into this world, making it two times better by doing so. (Y/n), my starlight, amin mela lle."

"Amin mela lle, Thranduil," you whispered, too softly for the others to hear as they raised their glasses and drank. As you drank the wine he had made with his own hands, you hummed with surprise. "This is not half bad."

You let Thranduil guide you through a lively jig, shooting a glance at Legolas from time to time as he tried his hardest to swoon the young noble ladies. It was quite amusing to watch him fluster.

At one point, Thranduil stole you away from the dancing and to the garden, where the two of you enjoyed a romantic walk under the stars. He held your hand tenderly as you walked in comfortable silence.