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@uruking

No more than the stag can remove itself from its woodland home can Thranduil remain away from his domain. In hushed whispers, it was undeniably strong bargaining chips the forest used in its pleas for his return from a certainly unnatural absence. The king has duties that cannot be abandoned, he often replied -- and yet, on occasions rarer than the hunter’s moon, the very same impassioned debates drew him further into his domain and further away from his halls.

Pleased song echoed in pointed ears with each regal step Sirdal carried him, heralding an otherwise wild and meandering journey along now infrequently used paths. With depth of forest, however, the melody changed to cagey murmurs: something grew near. Someone dark. Unperturbed eyes swept canopy and floor alike in search unsatisfied until pallid and marred hide caught attentions. Unfamiliar this trespasser was not, but neither was typical aggression wafting from his person either; a boon that allowed for the sword tethered at Thranduil’s hip to remain sheathed.

“Hail, Azog. I would not have expected your presence as far north as this.” Curiosity laced still tones where perhaps suspicion should have lurked. True, they were commanders of traditionally opposing sides, but what harm could come of civility? “What brings you into the Woodland Realm?”

#uruking #v. everblooming fall

“I am on your side.”

LoTR Starters || @tirelxss

Breathe in, then out... A simple task made laborious by the events of the week -- and still, the Elvenking struggled on as ever with his duties, pausing with more frequency to rest within his chambers. That which occurred on the battlefield troubled him; that much was apparent, and yet the exact why of it all remained shrouded at best. ( Sairiaien had returned from the dead; it couldn’t be that. Perhaps the incident with his daughter... What a mess that was. Banishing her must have drained the king. )

( Ahh, but it wasn’t a simple one or the other, in truth; Tauriel had, in that moment, been so akin to his beloved... Her words had cut all the deeper for it -- and to see Sairi once more? It was too much. Sairiaien was little more than a ghost, surely, come to call her unwinding husband to Mandos with her. )

Even seated upon his own bed with eyes closed, he was a deer, dogged for days by wolves, and so ready to bolt at even the softest of noises. His poor nerves were in desperate need of reprieve, yet muscles bayed to continue moving; should he remain still, woe would descend upon him and rend him only enough to leave his blood running dangerously thin. Though perhaps his own nerves had already drove him to that point; he’d not been aware of his son entering the room, nor of his presence, until the ellon spoke up.

The specific words themselves, however, took time to sink in fully -- during which, improper posture and fatigue fled as shadows retreating at the coming light. “I know not what drives you to say such things,” came his delayed response, “yet... I greatly appreciate the sentiment of it.”

#tirelxss #the wilderking has heard your petition ( ask )#v. everblooming fall

War. They were all bracing themselves for it after learning an Orc army had infiltrated the forest of Mirkwood. Just within the Kingdom, Tauriel was grabbing for her armor and weapons, much like the rest of the Guard, before reporting to the King. Upon entering Thranduil's quarters, she stated, "Hir-nin, are you to join us? The Orcs are near."

@fcrestmaiden

Somber, malaise-filled eyes remained fixed upon the work settled upon his desk. How calm it was in comparison to the frenzy permeating the air that he almost regretted being unable to sit and work for one of the few times in his life. Times such as these were those he despised most of all for the dread that swallowed him whole; on this day, there would likely be some level of casualty, a fact he knew well, and was never prepared to handle. Each and every time he had rode into battle, he had taken blows until he felt them no more, until they awoke him in the night with their ghostly whispers. Those who he had lost were never really gone, after all, so long as he remembered them. And the faces of the dead, he could recall with the clarity of having seen them an hour prior.

Nevertheless, his own internal reservations on the matter hadn’t restrained him from preparing himself both mentally and physically. The armour upon his person didn’t let him forget as much, and wouldn’t until it was clean and in its proper place once more. ( Though one might argue that it had already found its proper place. )

“I shall not stand idle and let filth lay waste to my people,” replied Thranduil. In that moment, dread burned away in the heat of the fury that bubbled to the surface of his gaze, scorching and consuming all within its path. On this day, no matter the consequences, he would fight to the death in defense of his home and his subjects, and the orcs at his blade would taste of fires more devastating than that of drakes. “No matter the outcome…” The weight of his words spurred a sigh, and a brief softening of his expression; he would no sooner strike his daughter than have her think of his wrath should this be their last meeting. “Gin melathon an-uir, iell nîn.”

#fcrestmaiden #the wilderking has heard your petition ( ask )#v. everblooming fall #[ I'm not crying you're crying ]

❛ You should look to improve your own security ❜

@durnaar ; trespassing is rude you know :|

More fear should have been given for being in the presence of the Dark Lord herself, yet the Elvenking’s expression is as passive as ever, eyes sizing up the threat posed to him at this vicinity. Metal and bare skin were to be avoided at whatever costs he could, which…. Left precious little beyond magic – an area he was no doubt outranked in when it came to matters of maia. Meaning: he was at very real risk in this particular situation. ( And still, his fear wasn’t something so easily given. He had stared down her legions many times before without flinching; she was no worse. )

“You surprise me with your presence,” he said, blowing off her statement entirely. ( This was a matter he himself would be privy to. Not her. ) “I scarcely thought us noteworthy enough to warrant a personal appearance. Do we intimidate you so much that you must seek out whatever weaknesses you can, or have you some other purpose?”

#durnaar #the wilderking has heard your petition ( ask )#v. everblooming fall #[ gdi Thran #stop risking your life for the dramatics ]

hecomes:

his smirk was positively supercilious. ❝ ‘ from one king, to another ‘ ❞ he mocked. he turned now, gaze facing out into the rotted kingdom before him, voice raised for all to hear. ❝ if you, king thranduil of mirkwood, choose to lie to me, do you expect me to lay back and accept your sullied words ? ❞

Dwarves had a tendency, it seemed, of testing every last ounce of patience ( and, it seemed, what little capacity he had for goodwill for the race as a whole ) that he had to offer -- of rending it from his breast and trampling it into the dirt. Here and now, the only two things that kept him from replying in kind were his dignity ( he would not stoop to the level of beasts ) and his wife, who served as the only reason for his being present at Erebor. Had she not a heart of pure gold that concerned itself with the well-being of all those around her, and had he not felt distress at the notion of her leaving once more, both he and Oakensheild would have been far more at ease, surely. ( At the very least, the two wouldn’t currently be baring their fangs at one another. )

“I may not offer you truth in my words, but in doing so I offer you and your kind far more respect than has been shown to me and mine. More to the point, despite the truth you are already very well aware of, I still offer my aid in the rebuilding of your realm. Or would you instead like to continue to bite the hand that feeds you?"

#hecomes #v. everblooming fall #@ thorin who's the scrub now you fool #[ I think I'm referencing something Loon's not outwardly said yet #but we had this conversation about Sairi's going to check on the dwarves after tbofa #and that seemed like a good point of reference for this??#idk #Thrandy's not a happy elf regardless #but anyway #hi hello!#it's nice to be interacting with you finally c: ]

❛ Do you remember when we first met? ❜

Fellowship of the Rings starters

“How could I forget, melethril nîn? Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren.” A sap as he might have been, he could recall catching eyes of brilliant green and hair like fire amidst the chaos of battle, and being bewitched enough by them to have garnered a scar long-since healed into oblivion. Come nightfall, then, when the flames of war had died down to embers intended for rekindling in the morning, he’d needed to seek her out, to know if the elleth he’d been entranced by had survived the day – and from there, his days were blurry messes of cutting through orcs and other hellish creatures to arrive at the side of the one named Sairiaien.

( Admittedly, he had little memory of what exactly the two had discussed at the time. No doubt it had held some great importance to them both then, but…. Now, with the years gone by, all that mattered was that she had only managed to enchant him all the more, and he had apparently managed to draw her attention as well. She had, after all, stayed with him after the war. )

“Though, I still wonder what attracted you to an elf fool enough to take his eyes off his prey,” he mused with a twinkle of amusement seated in pale blue eyes.

#mercien #v. everblooming fall #the wilderking has heard your petition ( ask )#[ I held onto this #because I was totally going to write out this whole huge memory scene #but then I had to do research to figure out where the fuck Thranduil would have lived #you know after Doriath was destroyed #and the more I got to thinking about it #the more I felt like this is something we ought to flesh out together #instead of me just #hey look at this novel #all about a sappy moron who let himself get stabbed over a pretty elleth ]

@shisuiyes called for an audience with the Elvenking

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to see, does it make a sound? Pointless, really; the better question remained ‘when is there nary a soul about to witness the fall of one of the woodland realm’s trees?’ Though the answer remained quite simple: never. For the trees whispered, and the wildlife spoke in tones heard only by the attuned, and especially by the acutely attuned.

On this day, the flora and fauna alike fretted over the appearance of a stranger in their midst... And the disturbance his strange arrival had so briefly inflicted. Thranduil had, therefore, known of these things -- and at that, known more than had the patrolling host -- long before he entered the Elvenking’s Halls under the escort of the afternoon’s patrol. Still remained to be seen, however, was how much of a threat the mortal man posed, and how much of the mistrust deeply-rooted in the monarch’s heart would prove to be justified.

“Your appearance troubles me.” Icy eyes bore into their target, searching for even the most remote sign of a tell. A twitch, perhaps, a shift under his watchful gaze. Any move the stranger made would be telling enough. “What troubles me more is your apparent lack of origin, and the peculiar manner in which you manifested yourself in my realm. It may be wise, then, to ease my troubles.”