TITLE : THE GREAT KING OF MIRKWOOD

PAIRING : THRANDUIL X LEGOLAS  #Thrandolas

The throne room in Mirkwood Palace was quiet at this moment, but the atmosphere was cold, probably because the person sitting cross-legged on the throne made from thousand-year-old oak was sitting contemplating and staring straight at the person. page He had the honor of being a potential king but became a prisoner at a time like this.

'Thranduil, King of the Forest Overlord of the Elves in Mirkwood's eyebrows slightly raised in surprise, but he didn't show his usual expression. His eyes were still staring at the short figure who was considered to be taller than an ordinary dwarf. If I remembered correctly, he was listening to the advisor report on the news of the country when suddenly there was a loud commotion. Dwarf 13

People were detained by patrol units at the palace. With his son 'Legolas' leading the procession. The son stood in front of the throne and bowed his head slightly in respect. before greeting his father softly and handing over the sword he had obtained from one of the dwarves to the king for consideration. A thin figure moved to stand next to the throne on the left side. Tilt your head slightly. He glanced at his father.

"Thorin, son of Thrain." The dwarf looked up when his name was spoken. The hair is tangled and unkempt. The body is full of spider webs. dirty body But what stood out clearly were the dark eyes that stared back with anger and hatred. without respect

If the Elf King was known for being cold and merciless, then The Little King is like a fire. Stubborn and hot-blooded These dwarves, if possible, the Elf King would like to avoid meeting and conversing with him as much as possible. Everyone knows this. Conversing with a dwarf will only cause anger due to greed and stubbornness.

Because of this, it would be very difficult to negotiate an agreement with the Kera King. To Thranduil, conversing with a dwarf was a waste of time. But once he came to the land he ruled, it was difficult to avoid.

"You found the entrance..." There was no reply from the captive, but he knew. Under the figure standing with his head bowed, There's a fire in my heart. Why did the other party speak as if he knew his thoughts?

“I am offering to help you…” The Elf King bowed his head in a humble expression. But who will believe it? Such an attitude is only arrogant. Tricking victims into death Sparking hope for the future dwarf king

“I will let you go if you give me what should be mine.” As soon as the offer was said, a deep voice of protest echoed throughout the area. Of course, that is a very wrong idea. The guards stationed in that area were clearly tense. It seemed that their king's anger was beginning to appear in his eyes.

“I do not trust Thranduil, the great king. That you will keep your word even if the world collapses in front of you! There's no honor left!!” Thorin's short figure turned his back on the Elf King. He looked at the things in the palace with disdain and raised his head to meet the eyes of the person he had just denounced with a loud voice.

The pressure and coldness that hit him were sent with great force from within those blue eyes as the King The elf was walking closer to where he was standing. His eyes widened slightly when he heard what the dwarf in front of him had said, causing the tall figure to approach the shorter one with speed.

Bend down slightly so their eyes meet. It was such a fury that Thorin thought that if he were just an ordinary dwarf, the death orders would easily be issued. No, he would probably be beheaded right now by the person in front of him. With a short sentence that was spoken

“Go and die at the feet of the dragon!!” Not only the guards or the guards were shocked. The thin figure still standing beside the throne was also shocked. Such words are not the words of a king. unworthy of being Surely no king would ever talk to another king in such a manner unless he saw the other as an enemy.

"Don't mention the fire dragon to me!! I know its wrath and destruction. I have faced the Great Serpent of the North before.” Thorin froze when he saw the open wound on his face. It was bad enough to haunt the King every night. Showing what this king had experienced. This is crossing the line.

That was enough for Thorin. Son of Thrain will end my life here Legolas' figure began to fidget from his calm demeanor as his heart began to worry about his father. The fact that the other party's true face was revealed was due to the effects of the magic rage that he had been controlling starting to break down. Slender legs walked towards his father who was very angry. Before approaching him, the short figure suddenly spoke a sentence that made the dwarf unable to continue.

“You won't forget, little one. What did your grandfather do? Hundreds of years ago His words are no different from yours now. What makes you think you'll get out of here, hmm?" Legolas straightened up. Turn your face to meet your father's eyes. Of course, interrupting the negotiations this time made the father somewhat irritated.

But Legolas did not regret his choice. This dwarf deserved to have his tongue cut out. Legolas planned to do it. Thranduil looked away. He smiled slightly as he understood his son's thoughts. The slender fingers slowly intertwined with the fingers of the thin body.

"Calm down, my child," the deep, authoritative voice disappeared. Only gentleness remains for the person in front of you. Legolas looked down at his loosely entwined fingers. Wiggle your fingers together more tightly. Two hands tightly held together

“I understand, Ada.” Thorin looked at the elf father and son's behavior with great astonishment. The cold Thranduil had a soft spot for his son. But the expression on his face didn't show any signs of being depressed. His eyes remained the same even though his hands were close together. Other than everyone, only Legolas knew what was inside those blue-gray eyes.

It widened slightly and narrowed as before. What comes out is a bit of humor and affection, as opposed to a steady hand. Holding it wanting to soothe my restless heart

Ada, your face...

Sure enough, it's like reading thoughts. Just the son's gaze slightly shifting to the left side of his face indicated what he wanted to convey. Rarely did Thranduil lose control under the force of his rage. The last time was probably a thousand years ago. The little figure of young Legolas stood and watched as his father raged when he returned from battle without anyone by his side.

Queen of Mirthmood Star of Thranduil Mother of Legolas The light had disappeared from Mirkwood. Farewell to the land of the forest and enter the embrace of the night sky.

"It's okay, my child." His true face was hidden as before. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful face appeared in view. Legolas smiled slightly. His father knew better than anyone the duties of a king. He himself was implanted with the mind when he was 300 years old. Ever since I can remember, everyone has talked about great deeds. Government of the country

Sacrifice a small part for the bigger part. His father abandoned his son to serve as king. Losing the best time of my life for the country. Others saw him as a cruel father. But Legolas didn't feel that way. His father sacrificed himself for what was best: the future King of Mirkwood. To make sure that the kingdom would not fall after he had sacrificed so much.

“I warned your grandfather about what greed would bring. But Grandfather wouldn't listen." Both hands parted, leaving only a trace of warmth remaining on the fingertips. The beautiful face left the heart and looked for the dwarf. Sharp eyes stare into the heart Thorin couldn't help but feel cold, but his anger was stronger than his fear.

“You are a coward! Thranduil!" he finished with the beautiful sword, the king's weapon, at his neck. Just a little more effort and his life would end, but the dwarf seemed to have the courage to fight against the sword. A smile appeared on his dirty face, but it soon disappeared as the tip of the sword left his throat. put into storage The Elf King's expression was relaxed but still cold.

His eyes flickered to the entrance, a smile on his face.

“You are just like your grandfather. Stay here until it rots." The king's voice stated his wishes. Commands were sent via a flick of the hand. The soldiers immediately captured Thorin. The dwarf's body writhed as hard as he could, showing resistance.

"100 years is just the blink of an elf's eye. Calm down, I can wait." Thorin's body was taken away and imprisoned. The lock is completely closed. Imprison the freedom of the dwarves Leaving my life here for eternity It's like a curse. Death is better than imprisonment. Especially being confined here. The palace of a king known for his brutality

The more their hope disappeared. Only darkness without sunlight remains.

Shouts sounded from the dungeon. Cursing your fate or maybe cursing someone who made it happen.

"Ada...." a small voice called out to the person beside him. The throne room was still quiet as usual. If the figure in front of him didn't move. The tall figure didn't even turn to look at his heart. The interior is still in turmoil. For only a moment, the Elf King raised his head before turning and walking back to his throne, but...

"Guardian of the King's Throne I would like to speak to my father in private.” A clear voice ordered in front of the king. If it were a normal time with advisors around. Legolas was sure he would be scolded or scolded. But it's not this time. Not when his father couldn't control his emotions. Restraining him from continuing his activities was beneficial to the king himself. All his father needed was a little rest.

No invitation required. The Elf King walked ahead of his son out of the royal hall and down a winding corridor. Before Legolas realized that the path his father had taken was a bedroom, not a study as he had expected.

"Ada, are you alright?" As soon as he passed the door The question was said with concern. A light figure walked towards his father who was sitting at the end of the bed. The distance has shortened until it can be called close. The king's face is aligned with his abdomen. Strong arms wrapped around her thin waist until it was close to her chest. Tilted face down with a flat stomach.

His son's small hand rested on Elf Sindar's pristine white hair. Slender fingers gently removed the crown on the king's head. Place the crown on the wooden table next to the bed. After releasing the weight A relaxed glow began to appear on her beautiful face. His furrowed eyebrows suddenly relaxed. The perfectly smooth lips began to open in a faint smile. But it's still not enough A tall figure stood up.

Throwing the thick cloak on the floor. The heaviness on my shoulders disappeared. Legolas' small fingers unbuttoned the button to make his father more comfortable. Only one pill was released and the body was captured and captured in the arms of a strong force. His face clashed with his muscular chest. The crook of his neck was invaded by his warm breath.

"I'm okay, my child," his strong arms tightened around his embrace as a reminder. The thin body hugged in response. Sweep your hands along the wide back. Gently rubbed soothingly. Underneath the strength is weakness. Legolas hadn't noticed that his father had been working day and night lately. The less time we have together.

If it were the wish of the advisors who were diligent in carrying documents of the country's affairs to the king without leaving any room. As for the Crown Prince, he was excluded from patrolling for several weeks. Today he came back. Met Ada for the first time in the past week. The face is still beautiful His cold, hard eyes were still the same.

It only showed a hint of fatigue. You know it as soon as you meet your eyes. His blue-gray eyes flickered slightly as his figure came into view. It was filled with joy to see my heart embrace again. But it also collapsed.

Legolas decided to break away from the embrace which the tall man had only graciously accepted. In normal times, the strong hands tend to hold the waist up. Clinging to each other, keeping me from being separated from the warmth and protection of my arms. It was because of exhaustion again that the light figure easily slipped out of his embrace.

Small hand took off his own robe. The patrol uniform was taken down and put on the ground. No more dirt on the body There was only a thin shirt and pants. The little figure walked his father to the bed. A pillow was placed against the head of the bed before Legolas climbed onto it, followed by a tall figure who lay down using Legolas's body as a pillow.

His strong arms returned to wrap around his thin waist loosely. Bury your face into your belly. His small hand gently combed through his hair like a lullaby.

"Hannon le.."

like a whisper Thanks in Elvish language were spoken from those who were sleeping comfortably. The owner of the hand that was stroking his hair smiled happily in response. Thin lips bent to kiss the forehead of the owner of my heart. Along with the hand being pulled by the other party to kiss. Warmth spread throughout the bedroom. Two figures hugging each other Nothing is taken away from

Warmth in the memories of my father For the first time in weeks I saw my son's young face. A clear, familiar voice called out. If possible, Thranduil wanted to punish his advisors for always giving the little men dangerous jobs to do outside their walls. In addition to making him extremely worried, it also makes him hurt with thoughts. Until a friend like Ellond Lord of Rivendell

I often have to talk to friends to relieve loneliness. However, it was still no match for Legolas. Even just hearing his voice or seeing his face could make the Elven King quickly walk down from his throne. There was no time for his son to bow his head in respect. Just having the little body back in my embrace again.

"Remove the spell, Ada," just a clear voice begged. The magic that was used to hide his face disappeared. Just a question or request came out of Legolas' mouth. The king was ready to follow immediately. without caution The wall that was like a shield to hide one's identity was shattered by the love for his real son.

A face with scars visible The left eye, which was originally blue-gray, was replaced by a blinding, cloudy white. But it didn't make the owner of this body show any weakness. His body was strong and strong even though he had lost vision in one eye. Still able to win many battles with his famous sword song.

Never lost a battle The only thing that could defeat the mighty Elven King was Legolas' innocent look.

"Your face is always beautiful in my eyes." Legolas looked down at the man in his lap. Cold fingertips gently stroked his face as his father looked up at him.

"Then the Valar would be merciful to me to spare one eye to look at you, Legolas." Thranduil stood up. A strong body leans towards the body in his arms. restrained by strong arms on the feet and backrest Bending over to find a clear face until their noses touched. Before the lips flatter approach with gentleness He pulled away when the small figure gently pushed his arm, their foreheads still touching. There's nothing to say.

Since they all knew each other's minds Everything doesn't matter when something more important than life is in your arms right now.

FIN.