Hiya! Seen as your the go to Tolkien expert (especially on Silvan and Sindar elves) over here I was wondering why your thoughts were on the blind!thranduil head canons.
I'm considered an expert in Silvan elves???? Flattery will get you, EVERYWHERE darling.
I actually really like the Blind!Thranduil Headcanons! And it's interesting to see everybody's concepts of how he got the wounds, and the routines he and his family get into.
I also think it's a really cool and relatable characteristic to give to someone that can otherwise come across very … Cryptid like.
I personally headcanon that Thranduil is only blind in one eye, and his best friend is blind in the opposite because they were standing side by side when they got roasted by a dragon.
However, here are some headcanons about a completely blind Thranduil I thought of
Basically nobody outside of Greenwood knows, not necessarily because its a huge secret but because he just doesn't discuss his personal business with anybody not incredibly close to him. Celebrain knows, but in the interest of Thranduil privacy she hasn't said anything.
The trees all collectively act as seeing eye dogs for him, basically. There is literally a constant stream of gentle mental guiding from the trees no matter where he goes.
Even so, he gets a bit nervous in new places sometimes. Ever since Legolas could walk he would very casually 'lead' his father. When he was very small it was by holding Thranduil's fingers and then hand, as he grew they began to just link arms. It became commonplace enough that literally nobody every takes notice now.
Oropher tried to convince Thranduil to lay down his sword and just stick to politics after it happened but he had exactly none of that
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He trained day and night with Ferdan until he his hearing was good enough and reflexes so fast he didn't need his eyes.
Now, all of Mirkwoods warriors are trained in blindfolds for at least an hour every day. Even with bows. (Tbh I also headcanon this part anyways cause remember when Legolas shot the Fell Beast from the sky with one shot in the middle of the night???)
He does, I'm fact, make a lot of very dry jokes about it. (Like Toph from Avatar the last airbender)
When Aragorn found out that Thranduil was blind, it was in front of a large crowd and Aragorn literally almost had a heart attack:
"Can you not see that, King Thranduil?"
Legolas takes one look at Thranduil who smile just a little bit bc he knows what his son is thinking and so Legolas deadpans: "No, Aragorn. He can't, Ada's blind. I don't not appreciate your idea of a joke."
Eventually Legolas and Thranduil can't hold in their laughter anymore and Aragorn says something along the lines of: "Ha! I knew you were not blind!"
And Thranduil looks him dead in the eye and drops the charm that makes them look blue and not milky white and goes : "Oh no, I absolutely am."
How do you like the idea of Barduil with blind!Thranduil?
this is the thing I love most about fandom. in the films, Thranduil has these scars and a mention of past violence, and every fic writer interprets it differently. there’s so much diversity in these stories— I’ve read about a legally blind Thranduil (Spin Me a Tale), I’ve read about deaf Thranduil (Unspoken), Thranduil with Cerebral Palsy (Phosohenes), and others (shameless self promotion: Thranduil with [spoilers] Inexplicable).
so basically, I love the idea of blind!Thranduil. I love the creativity and representation people have brought to this character, and I want to read every variation of him that I can!
please feel free to add to this list, as I’m sure there are others who have created differently-abled Thranduil as well!
dear god, remind me never to try to make links on mobile. it would have been less effort to get out of bed and open my computer.
Summary: In the present, there are things we don't say but we feel, things we don't reveal but we dream about.
Author’s Note: Hello again! Remember English is not my mother tongue so forgive any grammar, spelling or funny mistake you may find here.
This is a new chapter and this one happens in the present.I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
The Things We Don't Say
The Elven-King of Mirkwood stood in the middle of the cavern, his head was tilted to the side while his right hand rested upon the base made of stone to his side. His fingertips touched the rough surface, he felt the sharp edges of the stone while his ears caught no sound whatsoever but that of his own heartbeat. He opened his mouth to let out a painful sigh, his fists clenching tightly with an unbearable pain shaking his heart; he knew coming to Erebor would hurt him again. His decision to come to Erebor had been born out of foolishness, the Elven-King hoped time had changed the circumstances that had pushed him away from the Dwarven-King. However, nothing seemed to have change, if anything things had been evolving for Thorin and he was now ready to build a life for him and the Kingdom. A life that didn’t include Thranduil.
The silence grew around him, his body trembled as he came to this realization. The Elven-King cursed his own weakness and inability to keep himself detached from the growing emotions in his heart. He lifted his face but all he could see was darkness.
Once again, he had been denied happiness.
Once again, the world showed him he was to love but never to be loved back. This time around, though, his soul and heart felt tired and colder…as if there was no more life left in him.
Thranduil lowered his head as the only sign of defeat he would show to the shadows. No one outside the cavern could know about his sorrow, he was meant to endure alone the overwhelming emotions in his chest. The Elven-King felt his body tensed when he sensed and smelled the sudden changed in the atmosphere of the empty cavern, he didn’t move though his ears soon caught the whispering brush of footsteps.
“So, here is where you’re hiding.” Bilbo’s voice resounded in the cave, Thranduil furrowed his brows slightly as his body vibrated with the sound of the hobbit’s voice. “I went looking for you almost two hours ago. Never thought I would find you here, how did you even find this place?”
Bilbo approached the Elven-King looking around the enormous cave, the light coming from the diamonds attached to the walls of the cave brought a strange, mystical light to the chamber. Thranduil fixed his position so his face was turn to the hobbit, he rested against the stone he was touching a moments ago with Bilbo moving to stand right beside him.
“A certain someone led me here.” Thranduil replied with a soft smile on his face, Bilbo eyed the elf with curiosity. “Kíli seemed rather excited to show something magnificent to Tauriel. But, he didn’t want to leave me alone.”
“And still, here you are. Alone.” Bilbo replied dryly looking around the cavern. “Where are they?”
Thranduil pointed to the far end of the cavern with his hand, he didn’t need to turn to know where he was pointing. It wasn’t as if turning around was to help him any; Bilbo looked behind them nodding.
“I see. He is showing her the lake.” Bilbo chuckled softly before turning to Thranduil. “Why didn’t you go with them?”
Thranduil lowered his head before answering with a tinge of sadness in his voice, “I wanted to be alone.”
“I found this place peaceful, so I stay.” The King replied tilting his head slightly, “I can’t hear any noise, but that of my own breathing. Besides, it’s not as if I was going to see anything.”
Bilbo pursed his lips scrunching up his nose, “I don’t think that’s fun at all. I guess I’ve been around dwarves and their constant noise I wouldn’t be capable of understanding such quietness.”
Thranduil gave a half-smile, “Indeed, I believe it will be unbearable after getting used to them.”
Bilbo winced understanding the deepness behind Thranduil’s words, silence fell between them the lights flickering slightly. Thranduil lowered his face though his eyes seemed to be unmoving, focused on a sight only he could see.
“How have you been?” The hobbit asked with concern in his tone. “It had been so long since we last saw each other. I thought…Well, I thought you were going to decline this invitation as well.”
Thranduil felt his body tense, his jaw clenched slightly before lifting his head, “I thought about it.”
Bilbo nodded, “But, you couldn’t.”
“I want to see him.” Thranduil continued lowering his head, it wasn’t until that moment Bilbo got to see the sorrow engraved in the beautiful face of the elf. Bilbo felt a wave of sympathy grew on him, he placed a hand on the elf’s face trying to reassure the King while seeking the right words to say.
“I didn’t think he was going to say yes.” Bilbo finally said wincing when Thranduil stepped back as if he had burn the elf.
“It is only logical. Thorin is a King to a great Kingdom, he needs to establish a good alliance as well as marriage that will assure him Erebor will always have an heir of Durin on the throne.” As Thranduil spoke, Bilbo realized his voice had turned cold and detached of any emotion.
“You should talk to him.” Bilbo said glancing at the elf out of the corner of his eye.
“Whatever for?” There was bitterness behind the elf’s voice, Bilbo stood in front of Thranduil furrowing his brows.
“You know why, King Thranduil.” Bilbo crossed his arms. “He has a right to know! You have a right to finally say what happen then! You need to stop hiding and show Thorin why you cannot…”
“Don’t.” Thranduil snarled clenching his fists. “He needs to know nothing, Bilbo. My pain is my own. He is free now, knowing what happened all those months ago can only bring pain to him.”
Bilbo opened his mouth to refute but he realized he could say nothing. Thranduil had convinced himself a long time ago that his feelings towards Thorin and the whole situation were of no importance as long as Thorin was well and happy. Ever since they came back, Thorin had made it clear he didn’t need to remember what had happened to them for every time he tried to do so only pain and suffering came to the dwarf. No, Thranduil’s heart would endure the sorrow as long as Thorin was well.
“You know? The first time Fíli and Kíli brought me here we got lost.” Bilbo commented changing the topic abruptly, Thranduil snorted quirking a brow at Bilbo. “It was our first time here. I don’t know why I follow them but I did, we end up deep inside the mountain, near a beautiful lake waiting for someone to find us.”
“Lady Dís must have been excited about it.” Thranduil commented dryly. “I can already imagine the scolding she bestowed upon you and her children.”
“That she did.” Bilbo chuckled. “We were lost for two days.”
Thranduil chuckled slight while his heart and mind unloaded the extra weight he had been carrying since last night. He had ran away as soon as his legs and his own blindness allowed him, the announcement Thorin had brought during the dinner was enough to leave Thranduil with yet another wound he was sure would pierce his heart for a long time.
“Kíli and Tauriel had been gone for too long, would you mind going with me to see what they’re up to?” Bilbo inquired shooting a curious glance to the elf in front of him.
Thranduil nodded curtly turning slightly, he made a gesture with his hand showing of a half-smile, “Please, Master Baggins, after you.”
“Right, you don’t need…” Bilbo trailed off when Thranduil quirked a single eyebrow, the hobbit nodded briefly turning around. “Of course not, you don’t need my help. Follow me.”
The cavern opened before them with the diamonds adorning the walls flickering as they walked forward, Bilbo made sure his footsteps made right amount of sound for Thranduil to follow him as they advanced through the semi-darkened cavern. Every once in a while, Bilbo would turn around to see Thranduil waking right beside him; the Elven-King stood proudly, his footsteps never faltered and they looked confident and determined. No one would think there was something missing on the elf, Bilbo returned his attention to the path stretching out before him.
“It is said, apparently, that the waters inside Erebor had a certain…healing property.” The voice of the hobbit broke the silence, his voice made an echo in the chamber.
“They do?” Thranduil quirked a brow in amusement, though he swallowed down his emotions. “I hope, Master Baggins, you’re not taking me too these waters with the excuse to go and bring Tauriel and Kíli back. I do not need healing.”
“Of course not.” Bilbo snorted. “I learnt a long time ago about the stubbornness of elves, right around the same time I got use to the stubbornness of dwarves.”
The Elven-King merely smiled, for some reason he quite liked Bilbo’s snarky comments and tendency to break all protocol when addressing him. It was refreshing and brought certain comfort to the elf.
“Then, why the comment?” Thranduil lifted his right hand placing it carefully on the wall, he raised a brow when his hand found the smooth surface of the stone. For this to be a cavern no one had been in, to be this smooth made the elf think of some kind of mortal work.
“I just…” Bilbo trailed off. “I’m not sure.”
They continued their walk without speaking, by the time they had reached the end of the path they had taken Thranduil started feeling the rough, bumpy surface of the mountain on his hand. He furrowed his brows but before he could say anything he heard laughter and muffled conversation, Bilbo stopped snorting.
“They’re down this road.” Bilbo turned to Thranduil. “I guess they’re having fun.”
“It seems that way.” Thranduil chuckled when he heard more laughter. “At least, they could break the cursed breaking our races apart.”
“They’re not the only ones.” Bilbo commented placing a hand on top of Thranduil’s right one.
“But, they’re the only ones that matter.” Thranduil replied.
“I have my answer to your early question to my comment about the healing properties of the lake.” Bilbo said he caught the elf’s attention who had his head inclined to his right.
“And, what is it?”
“I mentioned them because I am certain that you need healing, that you need to understand and forgive yourself for what happen.” Bilbo said with certainty. “And, once you have done so, you will be able to go up there and face Thorin then, perhaps, the both of you would stop being such fools and finally reach happiness.”
Thranduil opened his mouth to refute the comment but he found himself without words, the elf stopped before they could reach the place where Kíli and Tauriel seemed to be conversing animatedly.
“It is not that easy.”
“It is, Thranduil. It really is.” Bilbo squeezed the elf’s hand lightly. “Please, do not deny yourself this chance.”
“He is promised to someone else.”
“Not yet, you have until the end of the month to show him what his heart already knows” Bilbo stated firmly.
“And, what is that?” Thranduil finally asked after a moment of silence.
“That he loves you as much as you love him.” Bilbo then stepped forward leaving his last comment in the air. “You just have to make sure he remembers it.”
The morning had come to the mountain with the news of the apparent acceptance of courtship from the King to the proposal made by one of the council men of Iron Hills.
The dwarves of Erebor were completely surprised and many of them were slightly wary by this new compromise. Of course, many of them were waiting for their King to settle in and build a family the same way he had re-build Erebor; however, everyone had come to accept Fíli as the heir to the Throne not many thought there was another possibility.
While the rumor spread through the mountain, those closest to Thorin confronted their friend about this sudden decision. Thorin wasn’t sure how to answer to some of the questions done to him, though Thorin was completely sure many of them were going to support him.
He was wrong though.
His friends had been quite upset about the news.
And his family….well, they weren’t happy either.
Thorin winced when he saw Dís hitting the table, her face was red by the fierce scolding she was landing on her brother. Fíli and Kíli were sitting right behind their mother, both of them were glancing at their uncle with undecipherable stares, Thorin felt as if the world was conspiring against him. He really couldn’t understand why his decision had caused such an uproar amongst his friends and family; he could even swear King Bard was about to hit him when he made the declaration.
“…And to accept it?!! What were you thinking, Thorin?” Dís placed her hands on the desk eyeing her brother harshly.
“I was thinking it was about time for me to settle down completely and make sure my blood line continued through an heir of my own blood.” Thorin replied grumbling, Fíli looked away for a moment to try to hide the hurt in his eyes.
Kíli crossed his arms lifting his chin in defiance, his eyes glaring at his uncle who realized too late he had hurt his nephews with such words.
“I didn’t mean…”
“You did.” Dís said coldly.
Thorin passed a hand through his hair shaking his head, “Dís, it was not my intention to say this so bluntly. However, I am not normal dwarf; I haven’t been one for a very long time since I decided on the quest to recover Erebor.”
Dís huffed crossing her arms Fíli was evading his uncle’s eyes while Kíli was still looking at him intently. Thorin shifted on his chair, he felt trapped in a world of compromises and obligations he didn’t agree with completely. The night before, his answer had left his mouth even before he was well aware of what he was promising to do; a part of him knew he needed to try, he was a King and thus it was his obligation to seek this kind of alliances. Another part of him felt…empty, as if he had just taken a step into a dark, empty hole; his heart shrank painfully in his chest while his mind poke painfully at his memories.
“This marriage could be beneficial for Erebor.” Thorin leaned back against his chair. “Besides, Vikram didn’t leave me an option. It wouldn’t do good to reject such a proposal in front of our guests.”
“Exactly! This was perfectly plan to be just something they decided as a part of an alliance.” Dís pursed her lips. “Have you talked to Dáin yet?”
“No, I haven’t though he seems eager to speak to me.” Thorin replied leaning forward resting his elbows on his desk. “This doesn’t mean anything, Dís. It is merely the first part of the courting and the engagement cannot be done until the next full moon when I can decided if I want this or not.”
The room was consumed by a sudden silence, Thorin kept his eyes on his sister who was still rather upset about the whole courting incident. Kíli shifted on his chair, he looked at his brother out of the corner of his eyes Fíli looked at him shrugging slightly.
“So, what is going to happen now, uncle? Are you really thinking into accepting this proposal? Are you really…don’t you…” Kíli started speaking though suddenly he seemed very agitated, Thorin furrowed his brows focusing his attention on the youngest of his nephews.
Kíli stood up walking towards the desk, he could feel his brother’s eyes on him while the soft reassuring hand of his mother placed itself on his shoulder. Thorin eyed his nephew and in his eyes he saw a maturity he didn’t notice before.
“Are you really so forgetful and so resentful as to not remember what your heart really wants?”
Thorin felt confused for a moment, he felt his mouth open slightly to retort only to find himself speechless. He eyed Kíli just as his mind tried to find a reason behind such a statement, the Dwarven-King’s heart beat strongly inside his chest while flashes of the dreams haunting him during the nights came rushing almost immediately. Gold and silver invaded the mind of the dwarf, Thorin could see clearly the traces of an amused smirk while a melodious voice filled his senses; just as fast as the images came a sharp pain broke inside his head. The Dwarven-King bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from showing any sign of pain, his eyes flickered from Dís to Kíli and then to Fíli, all three of them waiting for something , for his answer, for his words…perhaps, even for Thorin to speak about the dreams he had been having for quite some time.
“Kíli, what…”
A knock at the door broke the conversation between them, Thorin broke eye contact with his nephew to turn his attention to the door. Dís squeezed her son’s shoulder giving him a sympathetic smile, Kíli pursed his lips letting go of his mother before making his way to the door. There was Balin and Dáin, both of them looking serious and rather tired, Kíli shot his uncle one last glance before leaving the office. Fíli stood up following his brother while Dís let out a heavy sigh, Balin and Dáin watched both younglings leave before turning back to the siblings in the office.
“Did we interrupt something?” Dáin inquired moving inside the office before taking the chair Fíli had been occupying moments ago.
“More or less.” Thorin replied musing over Kíli’s words. “Though, I want to talk to you.”
Dáin snorted shaking his head, “I bet you do, cousin. Though, for now your presence is required on the main event, we have come to gather you and Dís.”
Thorin nodded standing up while fixing his formal robes and putting the crown on his head. Dáin sat there while Balin took Thorin speaking to the King about the protocol he were to follow during the celebration, Dáin lifted his eyes to see Dís was still there with conflicting emotions showing on her eyes.
“You look worried.” Dáin mumbled.
“I am.” Dís cocked her head to stare at her cousin. “Thorin is a great leader, his mere presence inspire others to follow him. He is a great King, he has been leading us ever since my father disappeared and he took upon himself the Throne as if he had always been there.”
“But, he is a fool.” Dáin shrugged standing up. “I know, he hasn’t remembered anything yet, has he?”
“No, you know he can’t.” Dís straightened up glancing at the open door. “Tell me the truth, Dáin. What is this whole courtship really about?”
“Politics, cousin…Politics and the promise of a dark shadow to give the High Council of the Iron Hills power beyond measure.”
Erebor stood still and silent.
The dwarven population had occupied the different streets or spaces inside the mountain, all of them trying to see the great pyre of fire made especially for this occasion. The pyre was standing right in front of the main gates surrounded by the high royal guards, King Bard and King Thranduil were standing just to King Thorin’s right, to Thorin’s left were his family and the twelve members of his company. The cold wind of winter surrounded them, the flames on the torches flickered though not a single one of them extinguish; Thorin stood forward taking the torch a young dwarf handed him, the Dwarven-King stepped forward and throw the torch to the pyre. The yellow and orange flames soon covered it and a great fire started right in front of Erebor and all the presents. Not a single sound was made as everyone remembered a time in which fire came to the Valley and the Mountain and consumed everything their ancestors had built with effort. Silence was the respectful way to pray for those who had fallen while trying to recover the mountain, it was the moment in which everyone remembered the different sacrifices done to call the mountain home and to have a resemblance of peace and happiness.
Thorin observed the flames for a long time, his fist clenched recalling the coming of Smaug. He stepped back bumping against someone standing behind him, turning around Thorin saw Thranduil standing there his eyes were looking strangely, reflecting the gleaming flames of the fire.
“It never gets easy.” Thranduil commented with his face still.
Thorin eyed the elf with certain suspicion before speaking, “No, though we can always make sure those who lost their lives are remembered with honor.”
Thranduil felt his lips twitched slightly, he cocked his head and Thorin could swear he saw sadness in those beautiful features.
“There is no honor in dead, King Thorin. Only dead.”
Thorin had never heard such bitterness in the elf, he usually received sarcasm and mockery. The heat coming from the pyre reached them, the smell of burn wood filled the dwarf’s nostrils as he glanced at the elf standing beside him.
“There must be some kind of honor when you died defending what you believe in. What you love.” Thorin shifted uncomfortably, he looked back at the fire. “Dead must have some kind of meaning or else, fighting and going to war against evil can end up being meaningless.”
Thranduil blinked his hand twitching as he suddenly felt the pain of his wounds pulsated with animosity. Thorin tilted his head observing the sudden tension in the elf, his eyes went to the twitching arm to the blank face of the elf.
“Are you all right?” Thorin inquired softly.
“I am.” Thranduil straightened up, he then lowered his eyes to glance at Thorin and it wasn’t until then Thorin realized something.
He remembered those silver eyes of the elf, always cold and piercing, Thranduil had the most enchanting eyes Thorin had ever seen. Many times, when he was younger and more naïve, he used to seek out those silver eyes only to see the light of diamonds and silver before looking away as to not get caught in such an improper act. Now, they seemed different, as if some kind of white veil had fallen on top of them covering part of their charm behind it. However, before Thorin |could comment on this Thranduil straightened up looking away speaking, his voice sounding polite and numb.
“Congratulations, by the way, may this courtship bring you happiness, King Thorin.”
For some reason, Thorin felt hollow with his body tingling with a deep longing he could not understand. Thranduil bowed his head turning around only to be stopped by the hand of the Dwarven-King, Thorin blinked watching his hand grasping the wrist of the elf, Thranduil stopped though he ever turned to face Thorin.
“Thank you.” Thorin said dumbly. “I…”
This time around Thranduil did turn slightly to shoot Thorin a curious expression, the dwarf felt his cheeks burn slightly before he cleared his throat and then let go of the elf.
“I mean, thank you, King Thranduil. It is a change, for the better.” Thorin felt his mouth go dry.
“Of course. You are a King, after all.” Thranduil replied before walking away.
Thorin stood there, his body tensing up while his heart begged him to follow the elf. He didn’t though. He stood there until Bilbo came to him, the hobbit’s elbow hitting him slightly while the hobbit cleared his throat.
“The speech, Thorin.” Bilbo rolled his eyes when Thorin looked slightly lost, then a look of realization crossed his face and soon Thorin went to the great podium to speak to his people and his guest.
*****
For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about Thranduil.
Thorin turned around, rolling on his bed while trying to scare away the thoughts of those eyes and that ivory skin. He tried to shake those emotions bursting from his chest at the mere thought of the elf. Thorin was trying to understand why the closeness to Thranduil made his body and mind go on an overload while his heart merely hurt in ways he had never known. The Dwarven-King was trying to remember when he started feeling like this but was unable to find a satisfactory answer, he only recalled animosity and fights, childish bickering with the Elven-King that only showed just how much they hated one another. Though, if he was honest to himself it had been more or less a year since he had last seen the elf. Thorin furrowed his brows for a moment, he tried to recall when he had seen Thranduil the last time and his answer brought an alarm to his head. Was it a few months ago? A year ago? Two years ago?
Thorin felt a growing headache as he kept on rolling this thoughts inside his head.
“Stupid elf.” Thorin grumbled while sitting down on his bed, he really didn’t need this kind of confusion right now. Not when he had announced to Erebor that he had accepted the courtship ritual from the Iron Hills, not when it seemed as if he was ready to start a new life.
Thorin couldn’t afford any confusion or sudden feelings towards anyone much less an elf. And certainly, not the Elven-King.
Admitting defeat, Thorin stood up and decided to go out for a stroll. He covered his body with light clothing, his feet covered with leathery boots. He walked alone on the different halls leading to the main bridge right above the gates of Erebor. The Dwarven-King felt the cold breeze of winter touching his face, the bright silver light of the moon lit up the earth spreading before the mountain. Thorin leaned against the wall watching the valley with his blue eyes, suddenly he caught a strange sight down on the ground. He furrowed his brows narrowing his eyes while trying to decipher what his eyes were observing.
His heart speed up as he took in the ethereal form of the Elven-King standing his full height with a sword on his right arm, in front of him was the red-head captain of his guard and his son. Both of them holding swords on their hands; Thorin clenched his fist closed as he watched the fight happening in the valley. The elves were being watched by two guards, Feren and Galion; Thorin felt as if he was intruding in some private moment when he realized Thranduil lifted his hand ready to strike down his son.
The young elf stopped the strike giving the right sign for a new dance, Thorin could not tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. Thranduil moved with grace his hand stretching out perfectly making his sword look just as another extension of his body, his golden hair gleaming under the silver light of the moon while his body gleamed with a light of its own.
But, just as Thorin was watching the scene he realized something.
Legolas and Tauriel were not really fighting to their full capacity, they were taking turns to attack the Elven-King. Thranduil from his part was following a scrip he seemed to have learn a long time ago and, when the sequence reached its end, the Elven-King was left with his ingenuity and creativity. However, nothing came. The only thing that happened was that Thranduil face his son and Captain only to have his sword taken out and his knees touched the ground.
Thorin leaned forward watching as Thranduil stood up with his sword back to his hand, from then on his movements became sloppy and suddenly the Elven-King went rigid, he lift his arm in frustration and Legolas stepped forward unarming his father without any effort. The Dwarven-King watched with confusion growing in his heart…then…he remembered…
Thorin turned around ready to confront Thranduil about what he just realized but found himself face to face with his youngest nephew. Kíli was eyeing his uncle then at the valley, his frown grew deep as he stepped forward.
“How much did you see?” Kíli said to which Thorin could only blink.
“How much do you know?” Thorin asked with a tinged of authority behind his voice.
Kíli shrugged turning to face his uncle, “I know enough, uncle.”
Thorin narrowed his eyes at his nephew, the images of those silver eyes covered by that white mist. Then, this…Kíli lowered his face crossing his arms.
“He is blind.” The young dwarf finally said.
“Blind?” Thorin repeated the words tasting them and finding them poisonous.
Kíli pursed his lips before he faced his uncle, “I shouldn’t be telling you this, uncle. You haven’t cared what happen to King Thranduil before why the sudden interest?”
Thorin felt his headache coming back, his eyes flashed with pain though the Dwarven-King tried to hide it from Kíli. The Dwarven-King mused over the question posed by Kíli and found himself confused and empty, his mind turning around in circles until he felt dizzy. Kíli shook his head in disappointment.
“Promise me you won’t say anything, uncle.” Kíli said firmly.
“How is it that you know of this? Who else knows about…” Thorin trailed off when he realized just how serious Kíli was.
“Please, Uncle Thorin, I have never asked much of you. But, promise me you won’t repeated what you saw or discovered here.” Kíli repeated.
“I promise.” Thorin stated to his nephew. “Just answer me one thing.”
Kíli hesitated for a moment before nodding curtly.
“How long have you known?” Kíli opened his eyes surprised by the question, he then shrugged giving Thorin a half, sad smile.
“Since the beginning, uncle. I was there when it happened.”
And just like that Kíli turned around and left.
After that, Thorin went back to sleep.
But as soon as the Dwarven-King closed his eyes, he dreamt again and this time around he would start remembering.
Notes:
So, Thranduil is suffering and Thorin is just confused.
Next time, Thranduil and Thorin are captured and you get to see how they ended up falling in love...or, perhaps, love was already there?
I would love to hear your comments or suggestions or whatever you would like to see here.
are you proud of being able to say all dwarves look the same to you without actually being racist?
“I think you, Grey one, are the person who should be proud. That is a clever joke. Far better and more creative than those who have asked what my elf eyes see. I must say though, no two Dwarves smell the same. It’s very much like walking into a cheese shop.”
"The feel of fur alone is not a primary indicator of species or wardrobe. A fox from a buck? Certainly. It is the musculature, the smoothing of hands over the face. What is it draped on? A pair of shoulders? Is there a hard floor beneath a flat pelt? Does it have antlers or horns? What shape are its ears? What does it's voice sound like? Is it a bark, a mewl or a growl? How large are the footfalls across the forest floor? Did your arrow pierce? Can you smell blood? Where along the animal do your fingers get wet with said blood?"
The biggest argument I see against the fan theory that Thranduil is blind is "but he can fight in the movies!". This argument is pointless and has no base because the definition of blind is not 'not able to see anything ever', that's what's called total blindness which is exceedingly rare. The definition of blindness is sight that is extremely impaired. He's obviously blind in one eye, which is still a disability, and he would still be able to fight. Buuuut, what if both eyes were damaged and considered blind? Since he could fight, it would be likely that he can still see things close up somewhat, like blurry shapes. He'd be able to perceive light, and anything farther than maybe ten feet away would just show as colors. Not only that, but he's a fucking elf and would've worked on all of his other senses over thousands of years. He decapitated an orc without looking, he obviously knows how to fight without depending on his eyes.
But, the big question is is if he is blind, then why does he fight when it would be dangerous for him to do so? To this I have two simple explanations; he's an accomplished enough warrior with his disability that he's confident that he can, and two, if he never lead his armies people would catch on that something is up with the elf king.
