HI, if itβs not too much trouble, could I request a Thranduil x Reader fic where the reader is like, I dunno, an enchantress or something like that and they meet because she is needed to assist the elves during a battle of some kind? Obviously itβs fine if you donβt want to, it was just an idea that I had circulating my brain.
Pairing: Thranduil x Enchanter!Reader
Author's Note: This has been sitting in my ask for ages, but I finally thought I'd give it a try.
Summary: Reader is an enchanter employed to protect a young Thranduil in battle. They teach him a few magic tricks.
"You are to protect the King at all costs. Even if the cost is your life."
The battle had been long and hard. At some point you had been separated from the group of soldiers you were stationed with, fighting your way through orcs to a dragon.
As the battle dwindled, and you found yourself stepping over the bodies of soldiers, both elven and orc, you watched for signs that the dragon was defeated, or gone for good. Finding your way back, you heard yelling ahead, echoing through the stone ruins.
Nearing, you saw the Royal Guard, amassed around a shape on the ground, looking very worried.
Stepping up, your heart sank as you recognized the draped fabrics of a robe of the figure on the ground. Eyes brimmed with tears, you ran to him, dropping your weapons to push aside 2 guards. He was bloodied, far more than he should have been, laying on the dirt, face hidden from view.
"You were to protect him!" one of the guards yelled as you pushed past, kneeling beside Thranduil.
"He's alive," you breathed, placing a hand on his chest. "He'll be fine," you reassured.
The guard didn't move from his spot at the head of the young king. His face was set in resentment, glaring at you as you dared reach a head to place against the king's heart.
You squared your shoulders, matching the guard's glare. "If you do not move, and show me his wound, he will die. I will help. I can help."
One of the other guards ordered the men to stand back, giving you space as the guard at Thranduil's head nodded slowly.
Thranduil had suffered a massive burn across half of his face down his neck, to his upper chest. The flesh was burnt and twisted, mingled with remnants of the silk tunic he wore.
Biting you lip, you held your breath, murmuring a soft spell under your breath as your hands ghosted along his wounds. The guards watched as you worked before being ushered away completely, leaving you and the one guard tending to Thranduil.
"You were to protect him at all costs," the guard said after a few moments, his voice hoarse.
You didn't answer, watching as the raw bits of his wound stitched themselves back together with your magic. "I am," you finally responded. "He will be scarred, but he will live," you added, pressing your fingers to his pulse point.
You paced before the large doors. Thranduil was just as stern as his father had been, you knew, and you knew you hadn't followed orders completely.
You were ordered to guard his life with your own. You were the one who should have been burnt, almost on death's door.
You spun as the advisors stood in the doorway behind you. "Do you have a solution?"
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I do."
Thranduil slept off his wounds for the next few days, waking only to drink herbal teas and broths. When he finally woke, you were sitting beside his bed, chewing on the nail of your thumb.
He groaned as he moved, wincing as he turned his head. Your name came from his lips in a hoarse whisper, and you immediately jumped.
"Oh thank the gods you're awake," you cried, standing from the chair.
"You're ..." his finger reached up to motion to your cheek. "You've been crying."
"Well, I was almost beheaded."
"Nonsense." His voice was hoarse, but he seemed strong enough to continue speaking. "You much to valuable to be executed."
You walked around the bed to the side table and poured some water. "I vowed to protect you with my life. It was my duty."
"And yet I am alive," he responded, taking the water you offered. "Why ... would you be punished."
Staring at him, you had to marvel at your handy work. The Glamour spell over his wounds was some of your best work. The magic had healed him enough to leave no raw flesh, but without the glamour, his flawless cheek would be blemished by a gaping hole.
"If you can ... can you sit up? I ... guess I have to explain some things to you."
He nodded, sipping the water before pushing onto an elbow, wincing at lingering pain in his chest. "What happened?" he asked, reaching a hand to scratch at his chin.
You plucked the looking glass from the table, holding it out to him. "What do you see?"
He glared up at you, smirking as if you were about to tell a joke. "My face."
Your eyes were brimmed with tears, red and raw from days of crying. Dark circles lingered below your lashes, testament to nights with no sleep, and overwork.
His smirk fell to a more concerned glower. "What happened, melon?"
"You were injured," you said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking glass still in hand. "I used every ounce of energy I had to heal the wounds, but ... I couldn't ... it didn't matter how hard I tried ... how much power I sacrificed ... a scar remained."
At that he chuckled, once again thinking you were jesting. "But I am ..."
You cut him off, reaching a hand out to run a finger along his cheek. You watched as your magic faded. Taking a deep breath, you held the looking glass back out to him, mirror down.
Thranduil took the mirror slowly, meeting your gaze, and you saw his heart sink as he did. Your eyes were once again wet with tears, instantly falling off your lashes. You seemed to look over his entire face, not lingering on one spot, yet not turning away.
Slowly, he raised the glass and looked at his reflection. He hitched a breath as he looked over himself, noting the clouded eye and open cheek. Turning his head back and forth, he seemed to relax.
"It's a glamour," you answered, feeling a bit more relaxed as Thranduil continued to admire himself, "I can teach you how to control it, if you wish." You reached back up, and were surprised as he leaned into your hand cradling his cheek. You both watched as the magic covered the wounds, two blue eyes stared back at you from the mirror.
He smirked, looking from the mirror to you and back a few times. Finally, he set the mirror aside and stood on shaky legs. You followed, and were surprised as he held a hand out to you. "You continue to amaze me, melon." He started, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I wish for you to stay. Your abilities are most exceptional. Will you ... will you stay?"
You sniffled, nodding in agreement. "There's much magic I can teach you, My King."
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