Prompt- How you and Thranduil went from childhood friends to King and Queen of Mirkwood.

Warnings- None

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"Hi, Thranduil," you say, sitting at the base of the tree with the young prince. He sighs, stabbing a dagger into an apple. "Hello, (Y/N)," he says. You sigh boredly. "We've been sitting under this tree for ten minutes, and we have done absolutely nothing," you say.

A smirk makes its way across Thranduil's young elven features. "Let's play a game,"he says. You consider it, as Thranduil's games are usually unfair and involve fighting. Finally, you agree to play the game.

By the time the game is over, you are exhausted. You were correct about Thranduil's game; it was an archery competition and he gave you a bow that was practically broken. You just accept the fate, as Thranduil is, after all, a prince, therefore you must respect him.

By the time you make it back to your chambers, you are so exhausted, that slumber overwhelms you almost instantaneously.

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"Thranduil, Denythor has requested to court me. My father is thrilled about it. I am not. Denythor is the most vile elf of them all. He's so arrogant and disgusting. He has no manners, and he's always flirting with other elleths. How does my father not see this?" You rant to your friend.

Thranduil rolls onto his side, as he was previously laying on his back, and searches your face. Finally, he sighs and rolls onto his back. "Have you spoken of this to your father?"he asks. "Yes. My mother cannot even dissuade him," you say. "Shall I talk to him?" Thranduil asks, smirking. "Yes, please," you say.

Thranduil chuckles. "Alright, since you said please... I'll talk to your father," Thranduil says. You give him a big smile and roll into his side, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Thank you so much!" You say.

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"Since Thranduil is the Crown Prince, he must go into training. You may not visit him," your father says. "But father, Thranduil is the prince and my best friend. He invited me to watch him train. And yes, I know he must train, but he and I are the bestest of friends and we can barely stand being without each other," you try to reason.

Your father sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, and that's final, now go to your chambers,"he says. You pout, but follow his orders, as he is your father, and very well- respected nobility.

Upon entering your chambers, you hear a knock at the secret door in your bedchamber. You know exactly who it is, and a smile crosses your lips. You open the secret door, revealing Thranduil.

"Hi," you say. A smile crosses his elven features. "Hello. Are you ready to watch me train?" He asks. You sigh, frowning. "My father does not wish me to go,"you say. He sighs. "I ought to have my father talk to him. Possibly even say that every invitation you receive from me, he must allow you to accept, or else there will be grave consequences,"he says, pulling you to his training.

You smile once again. "Yes, you ought to. My father wouldn't want to lose favour with your father," you say. Thranduil chuckles. "All he wants is power and money," you say. Thranduil stops chuckling and searches your face.

"You know how my father was going to allow Denythor and Faragond to court me? Well, it was only because they come from respectable noble famlies more powerful than ours," you say. Thranduil furrows his brows. "Then what do you want?" Thranduil asks.

"Love," is your answer.

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Thranduil's coronation starts in fifteen minutes.

You sneak out of the crowd and into the chamber that Thranduil currently resides in, getting prepared. You knock on the door in a specific pattern. The door opens, and you see a smiling Thranduil. Butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"I just came to tell you that you are going to be an amazing king,"you say, pulling him into a hug. He reciprocates the hug. "Thank you. How did you manage to get past the guards?" He asks, looking into your eyes. You give him a devilish look.

"A great magician never reveals their secrets,"you say. He rolls his eyes. "You ought to return before someone finds that you're missing," he says. You frown. "I suppose that I must, otherwise my father'll have a tantrum," you say.

You exit the chamber and sneak back into the crowd, who are all gathered in a great room with tapestries hung from high balconies, on which the Guard stands. The crowd goes silent.

An elleth begins to play the harp, her fingers dancing on the strings. Soon enough, more elves join in with their instruments and a beautiful melody floats through the air. The crowds separates, leaving an aisle down the middle of the room. 

Guards march down the aisle, then flank the sides at the end. Then, elves start bowing as Prince Thranduil gracefully strides down the aisle. You bow as well, but look up as he goes by, meeting his eyes with yours. He gives you a curt nod, to which a small smile spreads across your face; for the second time, butterflies flit around in your stomach. 

You are commanded to rise, as Thranduil is given the royal staff and crowned King Thranduil of Mirkwood. When he turns to face the crowd, he locks eyes with you; they swim with joy, relief, and something else.

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The time has come for King Thranduil to select a wife; to select the elleth that will rule Mirkwood alongside him. All of the elleths are constantly trying to gain his favour by dressing up and being girly.

You're the only exception.

You continue to act as you normally do. Your father isn't particularly proud of you doing so, but he says nothing; if he says anything about it, he could lose his titles, and he's not willing to lose the king's favour.

You sit under a tree, carving lines into the soil with your finger. You sigh, leaning back onto the tree. You hear someone walking towards you, which you don't acknowledge.

"Why are you under this tree all alone?" A familiar deep voice asks. You sigh, looking up to meet Thranduil's beautiful blue eyes. "What else is there to do? You were in a meeting, and I don't have any other friends. The other elleths are busy trying to get all fancy and get your attention, and the ellons just want one night stands, not a simple chat," you say.

Thranduil sighs, sitting next to you. "Those elleths can do whatever they want; they'll never gain the attention they want from me. I've got my attention on someone else," he says.

You smile slightly. "You think I'm jealous?" You ask, knowing the answer. "I'm not jealous; just annoyed that they think the only way you'll choose a queen is by their looks,"you say honestly. Thranduil searches your face, ensuring that you're being honest.

"You're right; I didn't choose by this elleth's looks. Well, I did, but I also chose her by her personality. The way she's so kind to everyone, her eyes twinkle like gems of starlight when she sees me, and the way she's not afraid to go against her father; that's how I chose her. She's also got a voice of silk and honey, lips worth kissing every day, and eyes that I wouldn't mind looking into for all of my immortal life,"he says, gazing into your eyes.

You smile widely and take his hand. "She sounds very beautiful Thranduil," you say, oblivious of the fact that he's speaking of you. He smiles, reaching for your other hand.

"She is truly the most beautiful creature to walk Middle Earth," he says. "You'd better get her before someone else does, then," you say. He chuckles. "I have her right here," he says. Your eyes widen, your smile growing larger.

"Me?"you ask. "What other elleth is here with us?"he asks. "Gloriel," you say, pointing to an elleth who is picking flowers. He frowns. "I had no idea," he says, genuinely. You laugh at his expression. "In that case, then yes, you,"he says.

"Was there something else you wanted to say, Thranduil?" You ask. His smile grows. "Would you become my queen and rule Mirkwood alongside me, become my wife and bear my children?" Thranduil asks. You bite your lip, suppressing the largest smile ever.

"What reason would I have to say no?"you ask. "A lot," he says. You laugh at his honesty. "Then yes, I'll become your wife and queen,"you say.

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You smile at your son, Legolas, sleeping on his father.

"It all started with being childhood friends,"you say. You bite your lip, then carefully walk out, so as not to stir your husband and son from their slumber.

They look so adorable that it would ruin the moment to awake them, so you leave the room and go to the gardens. You sit under the tree where it all started.

Fin.