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Naneth! Pt.2

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Thranduil x Y/N

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FIND PART ONE HERE ↓

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Y/N watched as Elrond left Mirkwood. It was a bittersweet moment, but it was for the best. She needed to stay in Mirkwood to ease tension and create peace. 

Thranduil came beside her and put his hand on the small of her back. She smiled up at him shyly.

“So you are here to be apart of my council, correct?”

“Yes. Elrond wanted me to stay here in order to help with your mood and people.”

Thranduil chuckled, despite the fact that he disapprove of what Elrond said. It was true. “Well I don’t have any meetings planned soon, so we should be okay with my mood for today.”

Y/N laughed and took his arm in a friendly manor. Elrond had already informed Thranduil that she was rather affectionate. The pair moved with grace as they walked away from the stables in which Elrond had departed. 

“Why don’t you show me around the gardens? That was always one of my favorite parts of Mirkwood. They are unbeatable.”

He smiled at the genuine compliment. “As you wish.”

Thranduil led her to the gardens. While on the way, he charmed her with his stories. Admittedly, he was quite funny and down to middle earth at times. Y/N and Thranduil’s conversation easily flowed.

Y/N was just as amicable as Thranduil. And just as he had charmed her, she charmed him. Y/N was quite adorable in his eyes. Sure, she was not your stereotypical half elf. It was very out of character for Thranduil to fall for someone like her. Normally, he frowned upon half elves.

Alas, Y/N was enchanting. She already had Thranduil and Legolas wrapped around her little finger without even realizing that. Y/N held onto Thranduil, head on his shoulder. It was a pleasant feeling for Thranduil. Affection had been rare for him ever since his wife died.

“Thank you for taking care of Legolas when I couldn’t.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “Of course. He is like my own kin.”

“I’ve noticed. He even calls you Naneth.”

“Yes…he always did that as a child and continues to now. I cannot recall the last time he has called me by my actually name.”

“He is very fond of you.”

“Legolas and I are very close. It seems that sometimes I already know what he is going to say before he even opens his mouth.” Y/N agrees

“Tis good to know that there was someone there for him.”

“Well, now that I’m staying here forever, according to Legolas, someone will undoubtedly be here for him!” Y/N jokes

Thranduil and Y/N laugh. He holds the gate open to the gardens. Y/N thanks him and walks inside. Her eyes darted to her two favorite plants.

“Alfirin and Elanor!” she exclaims

Kneeling beside the plants, she smells them. Her eyes close and she grins. Thranduil was entertained by her reaction.

“Are those your favorites, bunny?”

She blushes at the nickname. “Yes, they smell wonderful and are quite beautiful. When Legolas was young, I would braid his hair with these flowers. They are our favorite.”

Thranduil smiles. “Mine as well.”

He sits down on a nearby bench. Observing her was an activity he was learning to enjoy.

“May I pick a few?”

“Yes, you may.”

After having a handful of them, she skipped back over to him. Plopping down beside him, she smirked up at him expectantly.

“What is it, bunny?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

He stares down at her, considering his options. She stares back at him and begins to pout. Her bottom lip sticks out.

“Pweaseeeeeeeeee Thranduil?”

“Agh, fine!” He submits, rolling his eyes

Y/N cheers. She takes his palms and fills them with flowers. The crown was placed beside him.

“First, I must French braid your hair. The flowers can wait!”

“You know, I already have flowers in my crown.” Thranduil says

Y/N rolls her eyes. “No silly, you aren’t wearing your crown! Not with my beautiful braid!”

“Akingwithout his crown?”

“Yes!”

Y/N’s gentle fingers pulled through his hair. It was silky smooth and lacked knots. Thranduil moaned as she tugged on one of the strands. Both went red in the face. It was a rather awkward situation. And Y/N did not like that.

“My sincerest apologies Thranduil. I have forgotten how sensitive elves can be when you pull on their hair.”

Thranduil said nothing in reply. Y/N began to section out his hair. Piece by piece, it came together. Finally, she completed the French braid.

“Could you tilt your head back for a moment, facing me?”

Thranduil tilts his head back. Y/N surveys his face, making sure there are no stragglers. She giggles at his serious expression.

“Lighten up Thranduil!”

“Lighten up?”

“It’s a figure of speech.”

“Figure of speech?”

“Ah, nevermind! Give me the flowers, please.”

He holds his palms out. She takes an Elanor and threads it into the braid. Before running out of flowers, she took the last two and stuck one behind each ear.

Y/N takes Thranduil’s hand and makes him stand up. A blush appeared on his face as she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“You look wonderful Thranduil. Just like the elven king that you are.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

She takes his arm and his crown. They walk to the palace, talking quietly amongst themselves. Though Y/N’s laughter echoed through the kingdom.

The staff was just preparing for dinner as they walked inside. An eager Legolas greeted Y/N exuberantly. She smiled, hugging him.

“Hello Legolas. How was your day?”

“It is even better, now that I have seen you!”

Y/N elbows Thranduil. “What do you think of the hair? Do a spin for us!”

Thranduil rolls his eyes, but does a spin. Legolas and Y/N laugh. It was a demoralizing situation for the other party.

“It reminds me of how you used to do my hair as a child. I love it.”

“Yes, that is why I snuck a few extra flowers in the crown. It was so big that I could fit them in here!” Y/N exclaims. “Now it’s time to do your hair, Legolas!”

“That sounds great.” He says, taking Y/N’s hand

Thranduil followed behind, watching the two interact. It fascinated him to see how close Legolas got with Y/N. He couldn’t remember the last time he had received a hug, or even a praise from his son.

Hopefully Y/N would fix that.