Literature
return of the noldor (thranduil x reader) - pt1
The heavy chains binding your hands and feet fall to the ground with a loud thud, as the half a dozen guards surrounding you come to a final halt. You are standing before the Elvenking, seated upon his towering throne. His stance and expression are one of conceit and power, but as the last remaining king of the elven race, you suppose that it is somewhat justified.
“Is this really necessary?” you ask aloud, motioning towards the chains and guards.
There was a strange defiance in her voice and nature. Long dark hair knotted, and peasantly attire disheveled, yet she held a beauty unlike any the king had ever witnessed in his thous