hello :) please could you do a thranduil/elf!reader where it’s an arranged marriage between the two of them but at first they don’t really like each other because they don’t really know each other well and there’s a bit of angst between the two of them but then it ends with them happy together because they’ve spent time with each other and have grown to respect and love each other :) is that too specific? if it is then feel free to play around with it :)))) thank youuuuuuuuu <3
Went ahead and did more of an imagine rather than prose format. Hope that’s okay! Reader inhabits the role of Thranduil’s wife~ Legolas’ mother.
Thranduil x Fem Elf!Reader - Arranged Marriage!
Oropher is nothing if not ambitious and controlling. Thranduil bristled at the idea of an arranged marriage. Elves marry for love, and he had always planned to. His father, however...
You aren’t too keen on it either, but your parents have similar ambitions and a political match between your kingdom and Greenwood the Great is advantageous for everyone involved. Thranduil is drop-dead gorgeous, of course, but he’s also arrogant and cold, which quickly squashes any interest you have in him.
The two of you meet exactly once before the wedding, and that’s just the moment when your parents announce to the two of you that you’re getting married. Both of you are so angry about the marriage itself that you end up saying some very rude things. Names get tossed back and forth. If calling Thranduil an empty-headed arrogant beanpole hurt him, he certainly didn’t show it, but he did give just as good as he got-- in the form of a merciless, near-surgical deconstruction of you, your looks, your personality, and the clothes you’re wearing. To the point that you actually cry.
There’s a flicker of regret in his face when your eyes mist over. But you stubbornly refuse to crack and that interests him as much as it annoys him. He had been hoping to upset you enough that you’d ask your parents to call off the wedding.
He’s surprisingly thoughtful, though, once the wedding is over and he shows you the rooms he had the staff prepare. He asked your parents and friends about your interests and hobbies and preferences, and made sure that you have everything you need and everything you might want. He may not like this arrangement, but he knows you don’t like it any more than he does and you’re the one that has to move to a new home. You’re grateful and a little touched by this gesture, but you still remember his stinging insults and don’t let it get to your head.
The two of you don’t speak much after the wedding. It’s dreadfully lonely. It’s not too long after that Thranduil joins his father with the Last Alliance to battle Sauron, leaving you in charge of keeping Greenwood from falling apart in their absence.
You manage. You more than manage. You’ve been raised to rule since the cradle just like he has, and this is your kingdom too.
When news arrives of King Oropher’s fall, you write Thranduil a letter. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Come home.
You may not like him, but he is your husband. And now the two of you are in charge of Greenwood together.
The Thranduil that arrives back in Greenwood with his rag-tag army is nothing like the Thranduil you remember. He’s tired. He is so tired. His eyes are hollow but he holds his head high, gaze haughty, unwilling to admit that he’s frightened and grieving.
The two of you rule Greenwood together, side-by-side. You keep your relationship strictly to business for a long time until, one late night, you pass under a spreading oak and hear tears.
You have never. Ever. Heard Thranduil cry.
