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THE HEALING ~ Thorinduil Fanfic (By |è†hål ð³§ir³s)

Thorin stood in awe, forgetting to breathe, as he admired the divine being that approached Thror’s throne. The ElvenKing had come to pay respects to his grandfather. Never had he laid eyes on beauty so surreal. He had heard of the immaculate elven splendor and had seen plenty of it; but Thranduil was not the same. Thranduil did not belong to Middle-Earth; he was what would only belong to the heavens.

They exchanged pleasantries; the dwarves welcomed the elves with accustomed rituals and traded gifts that were the usual engraved swords and other arms. Seated at the elevated courtyard, they bantered over the feast that was spread, on large tables, in front of them. But, for Thorin, food seemed to have gone tasteless, and each bitten piece was like gravel he could not swallow. He did not know what to make of the rush of unfamiliar feelings that seemed to have overtaken him. He, mentally, kicked himself for how he, shamelessly, admired the elf.

Thorin, attentively, studied each feature of the elf’s face, each strand of golden hair that was teased by the rays and danced with the mild wind, the smile that captured the soul, and the gleam of the blue-green eyes that were more beautiful than any gem that decorated the walls of his palace - the very eyes in which he, not much later, saw anger, resentment and uncaring betrayal; the eyes that still haunted his dreams…

Thorin shuddered awake to the whimper that escaped from, a barely conscious, Thranduil.

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