The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings Imagines

White Clover pt. 2 -Thranduil

They had given you a room and you were told to stay there until the King allows you to leave. You assumed the man, or the elf, that saved you from the forest was the King because the moment you entered the caves, everyone who saw him would bow their heads in respect. You also weren't really looking forward to being allowed to leave since you had nowhere else to go.

You sat there on the bed, running a hand over the fabric of the dress they had given you. You had your back facing the door but you knew there were people standing there, watching your every move.

"Adar, man te (Father, who are they)?" one of the elves whispered to his father as they both watched you from the doorway. You knew this was the son of the King. His features were the same as the one who had saved you.

You waited for a more familiar voice to respond but instead you heard a small gasp from the Prince.

"It is her?"

The King answered. "Yes."

Before the Prince could respond, you heard someone knock on the already opened door. You turned and saw them standing there, their body language cautious and their actions calculated. Whether it was because they thought you were dangerous or they didn't want to scare you, you couldn't tell. But you nodded your head and offered them a smile in hopes they would be more relaxed.

They both entered the room and closed the door behind them. It was only a few steps from the door to your bed but you could see how regal and graceful they held themselves—you were quite sure they weren't even trying. When their blue eyes landed on your figure, you couldn't help but bow your head and look away. It felt as if they were looking into your soul and opening doors where you kept your darkest secrets.

The King took the chair from the study table and placed it in front of you. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, and leaned forward to have a closer look on you. Deeming it wise and polite to not look away, you lifted your head up and met his gaze.

Why was he so familiar to you? Where have you seen him before?

"Forgive me but I have yet to know your name," he said.

You blinked and said, "My name is (Y/N). But I think I should be the one apologizing since you are a King and I don't know yours."

He leaned back and smirked. "I am Thranduil," he answered. "And this is my son, Legolas."

Legolas nodded and beamed at you. His bright smile made you more comfortable and helped you forget your worries and fears. You returned the smile and muttered, "It's nice to meet the both of you. Thank you for letting me stay for a little while."

"You absolutely have no idea where you are?" Thranduil asked, making you turn your attention to him.

Shaking your head, the reality that you have no way to get home made you forget Legolas' comforting presence. You knitted your eyebrows together and sighed. Legolas and Thranduil exchanged glances—you must have been absolutely sheltered by your parents if you don't know the lands of Middle Earth.

"Where is your home, my lady?" Legolas asked. "We could escort you back, provide you with a horse and food for your journey."

You fiddled with the hems of your shirt (you had been brought to this place wearing your clothes which they all looked at weirdly). "I don't think you'd be able to help me get back to my home, Your Highness."

"Please, just call me Legolas," he interrupted.

"Well, Legolas, even if you let me borrow a horse, it won't be able to take me home," you said.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by this?"

"I don't think this is my world," you said.

Their eyes widened and you could see the confusion and surprise in them. You were waiting for them to roll their eyes at you. Surely your words are difficult to believe in. Even you didn't want to believe in it. But for the past hours that you've stayed there, all of the people around you weren't like you. They were all elves and you could feel in the atmosphere that there was magic.

Elves and magic don't exist in your world.

"Should we send a letter to Lord Elrond about this?" Legolas suggested, looking at his father with raised eyebrows. "He might be able to help us on this matter."

Whoever this Lord Elrond was, Thranduil was clearly reluctant on this idea. But with a sigh, he waved his hand and said, "Yes, I think that would be for the best. Go and send a letter at once."

"Then, if I may be excused."

With one last nod at you, Legolas left the room. You watched him walk away before turning back to Thranduil. You immediately wanted to look away when you saw him staring at you with such raw emotions in his eyes. You couldn't pinpoint all of them but they were overwhelming you. Still, you could not bring yourself to look away yet. You've met so many people with blue eyes and they come in different shades of blue, but you knew even if someone put all of them in front of you and covered their faces, you'd still be able to tell which was Thranduil's.

His chin was resting on his knuckles as he continued to look at your face in silence. You decided to just look away and pretend how interesting your feet were. But a few minutes later, the King broke the silence.

"(Y/N)," he said.

You looked up. "Yes?"

"Have we...met before?"

You shook your head slowly. How on earth would you be able to meet him if you lived in another world where elves and magic don't exist? Unless you were transported here before or if there's something that you weren't aware of which was highly unlikely. You knew there was nothing special about you.

Thranduil then dropped another question.

"Have we seen each other before?"

You were about to shake your head again when you suddenly saw an image in your mind.

It was of Thranduil, wearing a silver circlet on his head and a long dark red robe on his shoulders. He was looking at you with such a fond smile it reminded you of a feeling of being able to come to a place you once considered home. He then holds your hand up and places your palm against his cheek.

You locked eyes with him before you answered, "I have seen you before but it feels like I've only seen you in a dream that I can't quite remember."

His eyes widened—it was quite subtle but you could clearly see his surprise. It was as if he was frozen, unable to find the words to say, unable to process the information presented to him.

But Thranduil closed his eyes and let out a sigh. A sad smile made its way to his lips.

"I have seen you as well in my dreams," Thranduil whispered. "The difference between us is that I always remember you when I wake up."