Prompt- You ask Thranduil of how he met your mother, the Queen of Mirkwood.

Warnings - Thranduil tears

Requested by- AmyDunbar2

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"Tell me of nana, Ada," you ask as Thranduil tucks you in bed. Thranduil smiles slightly, which is quite a rarity; he hasn't smiled since his late wife's death. "What about nana would you like to know?" Thranduil asks. "How did you meet her?" you ask curiously. Thranduil sighs and sits on the edge of your bed.

"It is a long story, my flower. Are you sure you would like to hear it?" Thranduil asks. You nod as he clears his throat. "Alright. Well, I first saw her at the Feast of Starlight..."

Flashback

Thranduil  sighs boredly, ignoring his ada's endless chatter of politics. He scopes out the room, seeing the elleths and ellons talk, drink, jest, and romance each other.

His eyes land on a fair elleth with long, H/C hair and sparkling E/C eyes. She has a tint of rouge on her cheeks from laughing with her mellons. She makes eye contact with Thranduil for a moment, then quickly averts her gaze. He smiles slightly at her flustered state.

Just as Thranduil decides to speak with her, a hand takes his own. Thranduil looks into the eyes of his ada. "Thranduil, where are you going?" Oropher asks. "I spotted someone that I would like to carry on a conversation with," Thranduil replies. Oropher raises an eyebrow. "Who would that be?" Oropher asks. "An elleth," Thranduil says. Oropher cracks a smile and chuckles. "Go get her, ion nin," he says.

Thranduil rises and scopes the room out for her. He doesn't see the elleth in the spot the she was last seen in. Thranduil begins to panic.

Where could she have gone? Where is she? Did she leave? Did another ellon manage to woo her?

Thranduil looks around worriedly. Then, he sees her. She laughs at something a mellon said. Her gaze finds his once again. Thranduil pushes through the elves, trying to get to her. She smiles at him and excuses herself. She pushes through the crowd to meet him.

Finally, they meet each other. "Hello, fair elleth," Thranduil says, taking her hand and placing a kiss upon it. The elleth smiles and curtsies, eyes twinkling. "Hello, fair ellon," she says. Thranduil smiles widely and chuckles. "May I know the name of the elleth whom I bestowed a kiss upon her hand?" Thranduil asks. The elleth blushes. "Eloriel," she says.

Thranduil takes Eloriel's hand and pulls her to the centre of the floor. "Would beautiful Eloriel care to dance with me?" Thranduil asks. She smiles. "Of course not," she replies.

Thranduil places his right hand on her left hip and his left hand in her right hand. She places her left hand on his shoulder. Together, they twirl and sway and waltz across the floor to their own music. With her head on his shoulder, Thranduil gently places a kiss on the top of her head.

She lifts her head from his shoulder, cheeks rouge. Thranduil's blue orbs look into her E/C orbs. He smiles adoringly. Then, deciding that the elleth in his arms is the one he wants to spend his immortality with, he graces her lips with his own. She returns the favour. When they pull apart, both their cheeks are bright red, and their eyes are twinkling like stars, filled with complete adoration for the other.

"Will you allow me to court you?" Thranduil asks Eloriel softly. Eloriel smiles and presses her lips to his. When she pulls away, smiling, she nods. "Of course," she says.

Present

Thranduil smiles at his sleeping princess. He bestows a gentle kiss upon her brow. "Your mother loved you, Y/N. She loved you more than life itself. Remember that," he says softly. Thranduil rises from the bed and begins to leave. He turns around, gazing lovingly at his late queen's mini-me.

Because you are asleep, you don't see the tears on his face as he turns back around and leaves your room. Thranduil closes the door to your bedroom softly, weeping.