“Imagine being scared of thunder storms and Thranduil comforts you by whispering sweet nothings in your ear and stroking your hair.”
It was raining.
A heavy, soaking rain that fell in dense sheets that chilled those who braved the storm to the bone. A storm that caused the animals of Mirkwood, both natural and non, to whine in alarm and go deep into their dens, and huddle close. For comfort? For warmth? Or simply to ride out the harsh elements. Those who were brave enough, or fool enough, stood in that rain, that soaked their clothes and armor.
Lightning, quick and hot, flashed brightly, illuminating the dark grey clouds above. Its white hot energy reached across the sky like heated claws, that reached out for prey that lay just out of its reach. Thunder quickly followed. Its deafening roar echoed throughout the valley, and the forest itself. And in the chests of those who braved the storm as they patrolled the borders of their kingdom, it rumbled in their hearts.
It was the crash of thunder that woke you from the fretful sleep, causing you to scream in horror, jolting you upright from the position you slept. Your eyes, wide and full of tears that threatened to fall, darted around the room as lightning flashed again, casting the room in bright light that slowly went to shadows. You trembled in fear as the worst of the storm gained strength.
Shivering from fear and from the cold that came from the open window, you rubbed your bare arms to warm them as you looked at the window. The floor in front of it was wet from rain, and the window panes cracked loudly as they slammed against their holdings. The wind tore at the soft silk, rain soaked curtains, causing them to flutter before snapping. Rain, cold as the air around you, continued to fall.
Such storms were not unusual in Mirkwood, but despite living there your entire life, you feared them.
Squeaking in fear as another rumble and crash of thunder echoed overhead, you shivered under your silk blankets, causing you to look to the empty side where he would have been.
“Y/N?”
Tears fell freely at the sound of your name being called gently from your doorway. You look over and try to smile at the King of Mirkwood himself.
Thranduil.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he walked toward you on bare feet, a sight uncommon for him, and one only a few saw. His thick robe, gold and deep red, was nearly black and soft grey in the shadows, and it made no sound as he walked. A bright flash of lightning illuminated the room again, causing his light hair to shine like moonlight.
Your lips trembled, but firmed as you answered. “I am fine my lord…”
“My lord?” His voice was full of amusement as he grew closer to you. “I thought we have gone past that form of address Y/N. Need I remind you why we had?”
You blush at the reminder of the last time you spent time together. The joy of finally knowing each others bodies. The joy of finding out that you were with child. “No,” you answer him as you reach out your hand for his.
He took it as he sat on your bed, reaching out with the other to tuck a strand of hair back behind your pointed ear. His pale blue eyes searching yours for any sign of fear. “You screamed…”
“You were listening again.” You chided him.
“No, I merely walked into the room of the woman whom I share it with. And heard her scream after the sound of thunder.”
You roll your eyes at him, causing him to chuckle.
“Tis a silly fear after all.”
“Silly fear?” You gape at him, then glare, your eyes no longer full of tears. “Am I such a silly creature?”
“The silliest.”
You smile sweetly. “You, my love, are an ass.”
His rich laughter filled the room, drowning out the sounds of rumbling thunder. His hand lifted yours to touch it to his lips in a soft kiss, before leaning over to touch his lips to yours.
“You, my love, are lucky I love you,” He said against your lips. “For less, I have imprisoned others.”
“And what will you do when out child is born, my love?”
“Pray he does not have your silly fear of storms.”
You punch him in the arm before laughing. “Come, get into bed where you belong. Lay with me.”
He slid into bed, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close, warming you with his body and robe. He trailed his hand up and down your arm before resting it on the small mound of your silk covered stomach where your son lay sleeping. His other hand was in your hair. Running his fingers through the sleep tangled strands.
You stilled as another crash of thunder rumbled overhead, and you begin to tremble, despite his warmth. You close your eyes in relief when you feel his lips touch your temple and hear him whisper.
“Tell me, my love, what can I do to distract you?”
You smile, snuggling closer to him as your hands parted the heavy robe to reveal his naked, warm body. “I am more than sure you will figure it out, my lord.”
His chuckle was wicked as his hand left your stomach and hair to remove your silk gown. Gentle, yet rough hands, caressed your smooth skin. “Oh my lady… I am more than sure I will.”The rest of the night, and the worst of the storm, went unnoticed as you and your husband began to make love. The memory of hungry winds had turned into the memory and joy of soft sighs and gentle whispers. Hard rain turned into soft caresses. Lightning became intertwined bodies. And the sound of rumbling thunder that had once scared you, became the sound of your love whispering your name before you both went over the golden edge of oblivion together.
Soon, the sun shone brightly, the storm a mere memory as Mirkwoods woods came alive with life once more. Birds sang to the heavens above as they flew past a silk curtained window. You slept in Thranduils arms, no longer afraid of the storms that came and went. But stronger in the love you had in your heart, for the man you held in your arms.
End.
