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It was a bit nerve-wrecking. Planning a wedding was hard, especially with the king of Mirkwood. Yes, there were planners, countless of people to give the best advice on what to do, what kind of decor there would be, what colour pallete will be used. There were maybe too many people telling you what to do and what to wear.
But that would be something normal if you were his lover. There were many etiquets to be learned and used. That’s normal, completely normal for a ruler. But you were not a royal yet. There would be enough time to just get the stress out of the way.
Would the elves even accept a human royal, someone that dies in an blink of an eyes, someone who would hurt their king because they were gone too fast. Perhaps it would be best to enjoy the time you two had been given. But it never left the back of your head. Thranduil was 6348 years old, someone who already had seen so much, lost so much, endured so much. Your life could be fitten in his life over 500 times if you lived long enough with all these wars, dark creatures and spiders coming from within the forest.
Yet the forest still had it’s beauty. After all, beauty was the best thing to hide the dark under. There was a garden Thranduil had shown you a few times. He was often busy with his work as King, filling out papers, listening to advisors on what to do about the darkness spreading and such. This was a place the elvenking would go to enjoy nature and peace, to rid his thoughts and think.
It was a great deal that he had truste you with it, even if he hadn’t said so in his own words. And most importantly, no one came here other than him. And he wasn’t done with his dressing and he wouldn’t be, or so you were told.
Time passed and it became clear to you how long you were in the garden after everything was getting more dark, the sun was setting and the last rays of sun shone down. It was beautiful to see, as if it was an painting you were looking at. A painting that had a lot of realism, maybe it was why paintings were so beautiful, because they showed the beauty of life and the best of it.
You were fidgeting with your thumbs and sat down next to a small stream of water. Everything came crashing down. All your thoughts about the future, what would happen and such.
You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. “Hey, are you okay?” His voice shocked you and you stood up. “I I am, just a bit nervous about the wedding.” His eyes were looking to something in the distance. “You left in a rush the maids told me, they couldn’t find you so I thought you might have gone here” He paused “Turns out I was right.”
“Will you tell me what truly bothers you, we both know when something is wrong.” You shoulders slumped and you looked down. His gaze was on you, you could feel it. “Is it about our future?” You were silent for a minute. “Yes - no - I don’t know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin everything, or, or be a burden, I just - I’m sorry, I’m fine, I’ll be better-” Thranduil took your ranting as a chance to come closer to you. To grasp your hand gently and tilting your head slightly upwards.
“Seron. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” His voice calmed you down in a way nothing else could. “I am worried melethron, there so many things happening with the dark magic this would seem so trivial compared to it.” The two of you began walking a path. Thranduil was a tad worried, it was easily seen on his face. His heart cared a lot for you and if he could he would protect you from the world but that’s not how it works when your soon to be spouse. Especially when they were fighting their battles long before he came into your life.
“Even if it seems trivial to you, it’s important to talk about it.” His presence was enough for your mouth to start revealing all your thoughts. Would the elves really accept you as leader? Would you have a child with him? Would it be outcasted for being a half-ling? Even if they were of royal descent? Would it live as long as the elves or as the humans? How about the time you two have together, how fast it would pass for him, how long would it be for Thranduil to forget you, you were merely a blink in his lifetime.
“Those are all worries that must’ve been running around your mind for a long time.” He let go and stopped walking, turning to you and slightly lowered himself so his forehead could touch yours. “Bereth, even I don’t have the answers to everything but what I can tell you is that we can make the most of the time we have, our child will be treated as one of us since they are one of us. Time will tell us what happends my love, it’s up to you wether to seize that.”
He was strangely talkative, perhaps it only was to calm you down and it worked. A small smile blossomed on your face. You gently combed through his hair, slightly standing on your toes, he was quite long. “Are you expected to go back Thrandruil?”
“Not for today, my wedding duties have been completed, yours are however waiting.” A groan left your mouth as you moved away from him. “Nin mel, if cin are breg then mín tur- post hi dú an mín beleg aur.” If you weren’t looking, you would have still seen his happy face. Most people wouldn’t notice it since Thranduil is a pretty stoic or sassy person but he has been happier than before.