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Till Death Do Us Part || Thranduil

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The echo of all the screams and pleas was still heard in the distance. Swords no longer clashed against one another and were replaced with occasional sound of the last breath taken. It seemed as if time slowed down its peace as the awful odour of death and smoke filled the air. Breathing became harder as the body count rose. Soulless vessels lay on the ground, the cold paved road beneath them. They were silent, unmoving, with the eyes wide open, always watching. And they all looked the same. Men and Women, the ones in armour and without, young and old. Men and Elves. Nothing made any difference anymore.

There was no one left to fight, and yet it wasn’t the end of the battle. No, it was the very beginning of nightmares that would come later. But for him it already came to an end a longer while ago. He watched his men that could no longer stand next to him. A moment of silence passed before the golden haired Elf took a step forward. Gracefully he moved among his dead army like a true king he was. But there was no one to bow before him. A stern look was placed on his face, emotions shown only by his blue eyes. But they seemed almost unreadable. Some would say there was annoyance, fury in them, or even... hatred. And then one would say it was sadness, regret. No one knew for sure.

He placed his gaze on every blank face he passed by, as if to remember them for the rest of his life. Every feature, every bruise, every mark. Golden armours shined no more as they were broken and stained with vibrant red colour. Grey flakes of ash fell from the sky covering the world beneath. It made the hundreds of eyes even blanker, even more deadly, as they gazed back at the king, always judging.

And for all of them the time stopped forever. The last moments of life were still visible on the faces of the dead. Fear, outrage, bravery... Sadness, and on some of them- smiles. As light as feathers as bright as sun and so small that the little tug upwards on their lips could go unnoticed. Their owners were grateful for the quick death, they accepted the inevitable fate. But there were so few of them. The rest, the rest asked for just a while longer, a few more seconds added to their lives. But Death wasn’t generous. It never asked for one’s dreams and wishes. And no-one could change that.

Suddenly, he heard his name being called in the distance. A mere whisper that shouldn’t be even listened to. And he couldn’t answer the voice yet. Just like his fallen comrades he needed only  a second more, just a little more, so he could make sure that the last flame of hope wouldn’t die. And that mattered for him the most.

With his fists clutched he placed one step after another on the blood stained ground, carefully not to stomp on the limbs of the Elves that once formed his army. Just one step and he could disappear from the battlefield of broken dreams. But deep in his heart, he wished that his hopes wouldn’t be answered. He wished he would never find what he was so desperately looking for.

But no being had a power greater than Fate.

And then, as if someone stabbed him in the back, he stopped his movement and stared at the body that lay at his feet. It seemed to be as the others. A human in dull coloured armour painted with red. It was vibrant, as were the fully bloomed roses on spring. But it was yet another soulless vessel that would be mourned later by many who never knew the person before. And yet, there was something different about that human. The only human that had a place among the Elves.

The difference was something that took him quite some time to notice. And because of that, he could never mistake that figure with another. Small and much like feminine body that could not belong to any of the known to him men. (H/l) hair that were of a colour no more recognisable because of the dirt and blood. In his imagination, he still could feel their softness under his fingertips, or the silk like skin that was covered in dark bruises and cuts.

And there was the pair of (e/c) eyes, eyes that, unlike the others, were half lidded. The orbs that glistened in the dark turned blank, dull... Eyes, that once could saw the soul of the person they gazed at. Eyes, that seemed to find something positive in everything and anything.

Eyes he couldn’t stop thinking about at nights.

They weren’t directed at him but towards something that no one could see. And even dead, he could see an emotion hidden in them, emotion that reflected in his own hues.

Regret.

Everything She believed in, everything She was fighting for, everything for which She gave her life away, it all was a lie. An idealistic image of the world that did not exist.

There could be no peace.

And She shouldn’t be here, a woman had no place among the brave hearts of men, and yet she chose to break all the rules that existed. As stubborn as she was, he respected her. Even believed her when she said that everything could be changed. That there always was another way.

Or rather, he wanted to believe her.

But with her death, there was nothing else to dream about. Her death was the proof that she was wrong from the very beginning.

Even if he knew that, even if he despised how foolish she was, he still hoped that he wouldn’t see her there. That she wouldn’t be among the bodies of his fallen comrades. That she would listen to him just once.

His name was called once again but as he opened his lips to answer, they immediately closed. There were no words he could utter. Pain in his chest consumed everything that made him who he was. His strengths left him, as if wanted to tell it was the time to mourn, to cry. He had to check if he even was still among the living.

No tears, no screams no pleas came from him. His face was as emotionless as it was before, as if the view before him didn’t concern him. And only a very perceptive person could notice how his jaw clenched and muscles tensed.

He knelt near the body as if to have a better view at the damage done to it, or maybe to look for any sign of life that he might not noticed before. His hand extended towards the woman and stopped just a few millimetres above her face. It ghosted above the cold skin and it seemed as if he wondered if he should touch her or not. And then, suddenly he jerked his hand away as if burnt.

And just a moment later he was back to his previous position. With the last quick look at the person he once knew, the Elvish king turned around, towards the last bits of army that managed to survive. It was the end of his battle; he didn’t have anything to fight for anymore.

There was nothing left to keep him there.
Faceless and Nameless, to Death everyone looks the same. But for Him, She was different.

Trying to work on my descriptions and the usage of words...

I have to say that I really truly disliked Thranduil. And only after watching The Battle of Five Armies I understood why I hated him and then I started to like his character. 
And all of that because of my favourite scene in all of the movies, when Thranduil is gazing at his fallen army with horrified look on his face... Well, this is the scene I was trying to describe here too but I don't really remember how it really look like ^^' 

Also, I really liked the idea of cross-dressing reader so I decided to use it here too (Check out my series: A Tale of the Bard |Legolas x reader|).

And I have to add that I'm sorry for any stupid mistakes :< I'm in a middle of coughing my lungs to death so my thinking abilities are near zero xd 

I dedicate this to :iconimlokid: because she was the one who held me crying in the cinema while trying to be strong for both of us! :iconyuihugplz:

And to all of you, dear readers, thank you for reading! I would love to see some feedback from you :> 


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Greenwolves's avatar
Fiouh, I didn't like Thranduil, but your work was truly beautiful (as always -argh, I'm repeating myself again)!
I still don't like his character (for me, he's very greedy, even though I appreciate his devotion for his people... I mean, he's supposed to be wise!), but I liked reading your fic... Dayuuun, you're so talented I can't get used to it! :D (Big Grin)