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Will thranduil give the white gems to someone he loves or keep it as a decoration memory?

Amidst the glittering halls of his realm, the white gems gleam softly—silent relics of a love lost to time.

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Thranduil version below. (Your his current lover)

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To answer your question In short, the white gems remain with Thranduil as a precious symbol of his lost love, never to be given away staying as decoration of memory, Instead, as his current lover, you would receive a unique and meaningful token of his affection, something crafted specifically for you. (Thranduil would never want to give you a necklace that was meant for someone else, as that could be misunderstood, implying he is trying to replace his late wife. A token made just for you would hold far more significance, showing that your place in his heart is one of its own, separate and deeply valued.)

𐂂 Thranduil would never part with the white gems, as they are deeply tied to his past and the memory of his late wife. The gems were meant for her, a gift he carefully crafted with love and care, intended to symbolize the future they could have shared. Tragically, she passed away before he could give them to her, leaving the gems a symbol of what could have been—a love never fully realized. They are not just decorations; they are a personal, poignant reminder of the love he lost and the promises left unfulfilled. The white gems would remain with Thranduil as a constant symbol of what was lost. He would never part with them, as doing so would feel like letting go of the memory of his late wife. The gems are far too entwined with his sorrow and grief to be given away to anyone else. They are sacred relics of a life he once had, and to give them away would feel like dishonoring that memory—suggesting that someone could replace her, which is a thought that would cause him profound emotional turmoil.

𐂂 However, if Thranduil were to fall in love again, he would not want his new lover to feel like they are competing with or replacing his late wife. His love for them would be distinct, and he would want to express that in a way that is meaningful and unique. Rather than giving away the white gems, which hold too much history and emotion, Thranduil would commission a new piece of jewelry or a special gift created just for his new partner (you). This new gift would be made with care, perhaps crafted with his own hands or with the help of trusted artisans, to reflect his feelings in the present. It would symbolize the future they could have together, completely distinct from the past. The white gems would remain untouched, a silent tribute to the love he lost, while the new gift would be a tangible expression of his affection for his new partner. This offering would be something precious in its own right, honoring the love he now shares, without the complicated shadows of his past love overshadowing it. In this way, Thranduil would balance the love of his past and present. He would keep the white gems as a memorial to the love he never fully expressed, while his new partner would receive something uniquely theirs—something meaningful, personal, and never second best. The gesture would be one of great tenderness and respect, ensuring that his new love knows they hold a place of their own in his heart, separate from the past but equally cherished.

Extra bonus - (this is length but enjoy)

Prompt: In this emotional narrative, Thranduil reacts fiercely when he finds you holding a box containing white gems, a deeply personal and sacred gift tied to his late wife (you didn’t know at time). His anger leaves you hurt and confused, but over the following days, Thranduil reflects on his actions and the painful memories associated with the gems. Realizing that you might feel like a second choice, he decides to create a new, unique gift just for you—a custom necklace that symbolizes his love for you, free from the shadows of his past. It’s a tender, emotional journey of love, guilt, and the effort to reconcile his past with his future, ultimately leading to a heartfelt gesture to reassure you of your place in his heart. In a secluded forest glade under a starry sky, Thranduil presents a deeply personal and exquisite necklace to you, crafted with care to reflect your soul and the bond you share. His rare vulnerability shines through as he watches your emotional reaction, and his words and actions speak volumes about his deep love and affection for you. In this intimate, sacred moment, the necklace becomes a symbol of his promise, and the two of you share a quiet, tender connection that transcends words.)

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The night had started like any other, calm and quiet, after the day’s duties had concluded. The weight of Thranduil’s responsibilities as king had kept him busy, his mind preoccupied with the politics and intricacies of his realm. The two of you had spent a few moments together in his chambers, but then, as was often the case, he withdrew, retreating into his thoughts and the solitude of his role. You had grown used to it, knowing that, despite his occasional aloofness, he always returned to you when the day’s demands no longer held him captive. Yet tonight, something felt different. You had been alone in his chambers for some time, the quiet a strange companion. As your eyes wandered over the room, You had always been a curious soul, and Thranduil’s chambers, with their quiet elegance and mystery, often piqued that curiosity. You had spent many afternoons wandering through his ornate wardrobe, admiring the rich fabrics, intricate armor, and the treasures of his past. There was something about the way his belongings were carefully arranged, each item seemingly speaking of centuries of history and stories untold. On this particular afternoon, as the sun began to set, casting soft, golden rays through the tall windows, you found yourself drawn to the back corner of the wardrobe.

The faint scent of cedarwood lingered in the air as you moved aside a thick, velvet cloak and noticed a small, wooden box, hidden away beneath layers of cloth. Your breath hitched as you reached for it, drawn to the delicate carvings on its surface. You weren’t sure what you expected, but the box felt ancient, and something about it made your pulse quicken with anticipation. Slowly, you lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside, nestled within a soft velvet lining, were the most exquisite gems you had ever seen. Their translucent white glow was mesmerizing, almost otherworldly, casting faint reflections of light as you leaned closer to examine them. You couldn’t help but reach for them, your fingers brushing the smooth surface of the jewels. The gems glimmered with an ethereal light, as though they held some deep, long-hidden secret. You couldn��t help but marvel at their beauty. There was a part of you that felt an overwhelming need to wear them, to feel their cool touch against your skin, to understand their history. You wondered who they belonged to, who had kept them hidden away for so long. The thought of trying them on filled you with a strange sense of both excitement and unease, as if you were about to touch something sacred, something powerful. What harm could there be, you thought? After all, you were in Thranduil’s chambers, and surely such beauty was meant to be admired, even worn.

Just as you were about to slip the first gem onto a delicate chain you found in the drawer nearby, you heard the door creak open. You froze, the gem still in your hand, and turned to find Thranduil standing in the doorway. The expression on his face was like nothing you had ever seen before. It was a stark mixture of fury, disbelief, and something that made your stomach drop—something that you couldn’t quite place. The words he spoke were clipped and sharp, a biting coldness filling his tone. “What are you doing?” His voice was low, but it held a weight that felt like it could shatter the air between you.You opened your mouth to explain, to apologize, but nothing came out. The sight of him—his piercing eyes trained on the gems in your hands—made your breath catch. There was something about the way he looked at them, almost as though they were an extension of himself. You realized with a shock that these gems, these delicate, glowing treasures, meant something to him—something far more than mere beauty. “You shouldn’t have touched them,” he said, his words a quiet command. He didn’t raise his voice, but the intensity of his gaze made your heart race. “No one is allowed to touch them,” he continued, his voice a low growl, “not even you.”

You could only stare, feeling a pit form in your stomach. You had no idea what these gems were, or why he was so possessive over them. A sense of dread settled over you, but you still couldn’t understand the depth of his reaction. What had you done? Why was he reacting this way? Before you could say anything, Thranduil moved toward you with swift, graceful steps. In a blur of motion, he reached out and grabbed the box from your hands, his fingers brushing yours with such force that it almost hurt. The gentleness you were used to in his touch had vanished, replaced by an urgency and anger that left you breathless. “Don’t ever touch them again,” he said, his voice trembling with a quiet fury. The words cut through you, each one like a cold blade, and you felt the sting of his anger reverberate in your chest. You barely had time to react before he turned, clutching the box with the white gems tightly in his hands. He didn’t look back at you. Not once. And then he was gone. The silence that followed was deafening. Your hands trembled as you stared at the empty doorway, your mind a whirlwind of confusion. Why had he been so angry? You hadn’t meant to invade his privacy, to touch something so deeply personal to him. The weight of his coldness settled over you like a heavy fog. The room felt colder now, the air thicker, as though the warmth of his presence had been stolen from you in an instant.

You sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, staring at the place where he had stood. Your heart ached, your mind unable to make sense of his reaction. Was it truly about the gems, or was there something else? The questions swirled in your mind, but there was no answer—only the unanswered sting of his words. What did he mean? Why did he react like that? Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and despite yourself, they began to fall. You wiped them away roughly, but it was no use. You felt small, vulnerable, and utterly alone in that moment. The confusion and hurt were too much to bear, and the silence that followed only made it worse. You curled up in bed, pulling the covers tightly around you as though they might shield you from the raw emotions flooding through you. Your body trembled as you wrapped yourself in the warmth of the blankets, trying to hide from the world, from the pain that you didn’t know how to make sense of.

Thranduil had never been an easy man to understand, but this… this felt different. You could feel the weight of his grief, his anger, pressing down on you. You had never seen him so fierce, so possessive, and the way he had taken the box away without a word of explanation made your heart ache with a hollow sadness. But what hurt the most was that he had closed himself off from you. For the first time, you felt like an outsider in a place that had once felt like home. The space between you felt as vast as the distance between two distant stars. The hours passed in a blur. The silence of the room had been your only companion, the weight of your own thoughts pressing heavily against your chest. Thranduil’s absence was suffocating. The warmth of his presence that had once been a constant comfort now felt like a distant memory. It was as though he had taken everything with him—his touch, his warmth, the gentle affection he usually showered upon you. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the large windows. The stillness was broken only by the occasional rustle of the forest outside, but even the sounds of nature seemed distant and muffled, as if the world itself had quieted in the wake of his departure. Your eyes were heavy from the tears you’d shed, though they had slowed to a trickle, replaced by an uncomfortable, gnawing emptiness.

You had tried to make sense of it all—why his reaction had been so fierce, so unforgiving. But the answers remained elusive. Had you done something wrong? Had you crossed some invisible line by touching something so clearly important to him? A mix of guilt and confusion twisted in your gut, but all you could do was wait, hoping for some sign of him, some explanation, or even just a glance that might tell you he wasn’t as far away as it felt. And then, as if summoned by the very silence you’d been drowning in, the door creaked open, the faintest whisper of movement reaching your ears. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you froze, half-expecting it to be a figment of your aching mind, a wishful thought that he might return and everything would be as it was before. But no. Thranduil’s form appeared in the doorway, a silhouette framed by the dim light outside. He stood there for a moment, watching you, as though unsure of how to proceed, or perhaps unsure of what he would find when his eyes met yours. His regal posture was still, yet there was something about his presence now that felt altered, different—an almost fragile tension hanging in the air between you.

You stayed still, unwilling to look up at him, unsure whether you could bear the weight of his gaze after everything that had happened. But you could feel him—his presence was undeniable, his aura surrounding you even in his silence. The seconds stretched on in a way that felt like an eternity, the space between you two widening with each heartbeat that passed. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice lower than usual, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place—an emotion he had kept hidden, or perhaps one he was still trying to understand himself. “I… am sorry,” Thranduil’s voice was rough, unlike the smooth cadence you were used to. He stepped into the room slowly, as if testing the ground with each step, like he was unsure how to bridge the chasm between you both. His eyes never left you, but there was a hesitation in them now—an uncertainty you had never seen before.You felt the sting of his apology before you heard it, and your heart ached. The weight of the moment made it hard to breathe. He had taken so much from you when he left, leaving you alone with your confusion, but here he was now—returning, yet he was not the same.

Thranduil slowly approached the bed, his movements deliberate. When he reached the edge of the blankets, his gaze softened ever so slightly, though there was still an edge of something buried beneath the surface—a rawness, an unspoken grief that mirrored your own. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You simply stared at each other, two souls caught in a moment of vulnerability neither knew how to navigate. “I should not have reacted the way I did,” Thranduil continued, his voice still strained. He sounded as though he was grappling with every word, each one carefully considered as if they carried more weight than he was ready to bear. “Those gems… they are not just stones to me. They are a part of a time I cannot… let go of.” His words trailed off, his gaze shifting downward as though ashamed. Your chest tightened as he spoke, and in that instant, you understood more than you had before. Those gems were not merely treasures, but memories—memories of someone you didn’t know, someone who had once held a place in his heart. You felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and empathy for him, and yet there was still that wall between you, a silence too loud to ignore.

Thranduil’s hand, once so firm and decisive when he had taken the box from you, now reached out slowly, almost hesitantly, as if afraid to get too close. “I was angry,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “But not at you.” His eyes flickered to yours, searching, hoping for something—perhaps understanding, perhaps forgiveness. His fingers brushed the edge of the blanket, and for a moment, it seemed as though he wanted to reach for you, but he paused, his hand hovering in the air, unsure whether you would let him. The air between you was thick with emotion, thick with grief and regret. You saw the burden he carried, the grief that weighed down his heart like a heavy stone, and it broke you in ways you didn’t expect. With a deep sigh, he let his hand fall back to his side. The silence that stretched between you now was not the same silence from earlier. It was filled with a quiet understanding, the raw vulnerability of two hearts that had both been wounded but were still willing to reach out toward each other. Finally, Thranduil moved again, sitting gently beside you on the bed. His gaze was softer now, the fierce possessiveness replaced with something tender, though there was still a shadow in his eyes, a hint of the sorrow that clung to him like a second skin. He didn’t speak immediately, instead reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch careful, almost reverent. “I am sorry,” he repeated, his voice breaking the stillness. “I did not mean to hurt you.” And with that, as his fingers lingered against your skin, the wall between you began to crack, just a little.

The days that followed the confrontation were a quiet storm within Thranduil. His mind raced with the memory of your face, the confusion in your eyes, the hurt that had clouded your expression when he had snatched the box of white gems from your hands. He had never seen you like that before—vulnerable, small in the face of his fury. And the sight of your tear-streaked face haunted him, gnawing at his heart with an ache he could not easily soothe. Thranduil had always prided himself on his control, his ability to keep his emotions tempered, even when the weight of his past threatened to consume him. But in that moment, when he saw you holding the gems—symbols of a love long lost—his anger had been raw, uncontrolled. He had acted out of a deep, visceral need to protect the memory of his late wife, and yet in doing so, he had wounded the very person who meant so much to him now. It had been his grief, his refusal to let go, that had driven him to such a harsh reaction. The white gems were not just jewelry. They were a part of her—his beloved, whom he had lost so tragically, leaving him with nothing but the shards of what could have been. The thought of those gems, so intricately tied to his past, being touched by another hand had stirred a possessiveness he hadn’t realized he still carried. It was as though, by allowing someone else to hold them, he would be betraying her memory, dishonoring the promises he had made to her that were left unfulfilled.

And yet, as the days passed, he began to realize that this anger, this protective instinct, was not just about the gems. It was about you—about the hurt he had caused you. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were second best, a mere replacement for the love he had lost. He could not bear the thought of you thinking that he was still trapped in the past, unable to make room for a future with you. But how could he make you understand? How could he show you that, while the white gems held a sacred place in his heart, they did not define the love he had for you? They were a testament to a life that could never be, while you—you—represented the future he had longed for, a life he still believed in, despite all the pain. Thranduil couldn’t undo the damage he had done with that outburst, but he could try to make amends in a way that would honor both his past and his present. After days of reflection, of wrestling with his emotions and his guilt, a thought began to form in his mind—a gesture, something that would help you understand, help you see that you were not second place in his heart.

He could not give you the white gems. That was impossible. They were sacred to him, a relic of a time and love that could never be replaced. But he could give you something else—something new, something created for you alone. Something that would belong to you and you alone, a gift crafted with as much care and affection as the gems, yet free from the shadows of his past. The idea grew more concrete with each passing day, and soon, he began the careful process of having a custom necklace made. He did not want it to be merely a gift; he wanted it to be a reflection of his love for you—unique, personal, and completely untouched by the grief that still lingered within him. The design would be intricate, a work of art that spoke of the future he hoped to build with you, rather than the past he could never return to. He chose the finest materials—gold and silver that would shimmer in the light like your laughter, gemstones that would catch the eye like the sparkle in your gaze. The design would not be like the white gems, not in shape or in meaning, but it would have its own beauty, its own story. It would be a story of you—of the love they shared and the love that would continue to grow. Thranduil found himself caught in the delicate details. He had never been a man of many sentimental gestures, but this felt different. He wanted to be sure that every detail, every curve of the design, every gemstone, was perfect—not for his own satisfaction, but for yours. He wanted you to know that he had taken the time to create something just for you, something that was as much a symbol of his affection as the white gems were of his past.

The process was slow, but with each passing day, as the necklace took shape, Thranduil felt a sense of peace beginning to replace the guilt that had consumed him. When it was finished, the necklace was more beautiful than he had imagined. He could hardly wait to give it to you, to show you that, while his past would always be with him, you were his present—and his future. As the day approached when he would finally present the necklace to you, Thranduil found himself filled with a quiet anticipation. The guilt that had plagued him for days now months still lingered, but he hoped, with all his heart, that this gesture would help bridge the distance that had formed between you. He knew he could never undo the pain he had caused, but he could try, in his own way, to show you that you were never a replacement, never second best. You were everything to him now. And he would show you that, even if he had to do so with the only way he knew how—by creating something beautiful, something that belonged to you, something to show you that you had a place in his heart that no one else ever would. Today was the day he gives you them…

The stars glittered above the canopy of the forest, their soft light filtering through the leaves and casting silvery patches of moonlight on the ground. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. Thranduil had chosen this spot deliberately, a secluded glade far from the prying eyes of his court. This was a moment meant for just the two of you, untouched by the weight of his crown or the whispers of his people. You stood quietly, gazing at the stars, the tranquil beauty of the night wrapping around you like a comforting cloak. Unbeknownst to you, Thranduil watched in silence, his gaze lingering. There was a certain tension in his usually poised demeanor, a subtle shift that only someone who knew him well might notice. For centuries, his heart had been guarded, his emotions locked away beneath layers of composure and duty. But tonight, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability—a chance to express what words could never truly convey.

He stepped closer, his footfalls soft and graceful on the forest floor. When you turned to face him, there was a flicker of curiosity in your eyes, the Y/E (your eye colour) depths that had captured his heart. Thranduil’s lips curved ever so slightly, a subtle smile that barely reached his eyes but carried the weight of what was to come. In his hands, he held not the necklace itself but a beautifully carved wooden box. The box was a masterpiece in its own right, clearly crafted with great care and attention to detail. Its surface was etched with intricate patterns of leaves and vines, reminiscent of the forests of his realm. Tiny, delicate blossoms adorned the edges, as though the wood itself had been coaxed to grow into this form. The latch was made of silver, and you could see the faint glimmer of Thranduil’s magic woven into the craftsmanship.

“This is for you,” he said, his voice low but steady, as he held the box out to you. For a moment, your gaze flickered between the box and his face, searching for the meaning behind the gesture. There was something soft in his expression, a rare openness that made your heart quicken. Carefully, you reached out to take the box from his hands, its weight solid and reassuring. As your fingers brushed the smooth, polished surface, you felt a flutter of anticipation. You glanced up at him again, and he gave you the faintest nod, urging you to open it. With a careful hand, you unlatched the silver clasp and lifted the lid. The soft moonlight caught on the contents inside, and your breath caught in your throat. Nestled within a bed of velvet was the most exquisite necklace you had ever seen. The delicate vines and leaves of silver (or gold) were intricate and lifelike, curling around a series of gleaming gemstones that perfectly matched your Y/E (your eye colour). The central gem, larger than the rest, seemed to glow with a soft, magical light, its color so strikingly familiar that it felt as though it had been plucked from your own gaze.

Your breath caught again, this time in the quiet swell of emotions that had been building since you first laid eyes on the necklace. It wasn’t just the beauty of it, although that alone left you speechless—it was the fact that Thranduil had created something so intimate, so deeply personal for you. The gems, the intricate design, the way the light from the moon made the central gem glow with a soft, ethereal light—all of it felt like a direct reflection of your soul. The delicate vines and leaves, like the ones in the forest, seemed to mirror the bond the two of you shared. Your fingers trembled slightly as you reached out to touch it, marveling at the craftsmanship and beauty. “Thranduil…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, thick with emotion. He watched you carefully, his piercing gaze softening as he took in your reaction.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant. There was an unfamiliar vulnerability in his tone, a rare glimpse of the elf beneath the crown. Your chest tightened as you held the necklace close to your heart, your eyes suddenly welling with tears, the warmth of your emotions flooding through you like a wave you couldn’t hold back. “I… I can’t believe it,” you whispered, the words barely making it past the lump in your throat. “It’s perfect. You—” You choked on the rest, the tears beginning to spill down your cheeks. The tears weren’t from sadness. They were tears of happiness, of being seen, of being treasured. No one had ever made you feel this way before. The weight of his affection, the thoughtfulness behind such a gift, made your heart swell with a love that was almost too much to bear. You had always known Thranduil was a king, but in this moment, he was simply someone who loved you deeply—someone who had taken the time to create something that spoke of the bond you shared. Your hands trembled as you wiped at your eyes, overwhelmed by the surge of gratitude and tenderness.

Thranduil stood there, watching you with an intensity that almost made your heart stop. His gaze softened, but there was a hint of something else there—something deep and unspoken. He had always been a king, stoic and composed, but tonight, something more was shining through. The sight of your tears caught him off guard. He was used to being composed, but seeing you so moved by his gift seemed to unnerve him, in a way. He took a step closer, his face softening in a way that rarely happened, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a moment. Without a word, he reached out, his fingers gently cupping your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes met his. “You are worth more than this,” he said, his voice low but filled with warmth, his thumb brushing against the tear-streaked skin of your cheek. “More than all the jewels in the world.” His words were a promise, a vow without need for elaboration. His actions—the necklace, the care with which he had chosen it—spoke volumes.

“I never thought I’d see you cry over something I gave you,” Thranduil murmured, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand, so gentle and steady, reached to wipe away another stray tear from your cheek. The soft touch of his hand, so tender, sent a flutter through your chest, making the tears continue to fall. “I don’t cry,” you managed, your voice thick with emotion, “but this… this is different.” You swallowed, trying to gather yourself, but the happiness and the love swirling inside you seemed to overflow in the form of tears. “You make me feel so cherished,” you said, barely able to choke out the words. His expression softened even further, his gaze fixed on you with an almost reverent intensity. His hand slid gently to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin as he pulled you closer, not in haste, but with a kind of reverence. “You are,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, as though the world had suddenly quieted, leaving only the two of you in this shared moment. “You are everything to me.”

He allowed himself to pull you in, his strong arms enveloping you in a tender embrace, as if the necklace and the words could never fully express the depth of his feelings. The closeness felt almost sacred—like a private moment meant only for the two of you. His chin rested gently against the top of your head, his hand stroking your hair as if to reassure you that he was here, that he understood the emotions you couldn’t quite put into words. “I’m not good with words,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, the tenderness in his tone making your heart flutter. “But I hope you know that in this—this gift, in this moment—I’ve given you more than I ever thought I would.” The quiet, soft space between you felt timeless as you stood there, surrounded by the stars and the moonlight, wrapped in his embrace. His gesture of love—the necklace—wasn’t just a gift. It was a promise, an unspoken vow that spoke directly to your heart, a testament to the future he envisioned with you.

You pulled away slightly, just enough to look up at him, your gaze meeting his in a way that said everything. There were no more words needed, no more explanations. The way he looked at you—the depth of love, care, and vulnerability shining in his eyes—was enough. You had no doubt. Thranduil kissed your forehead gently, the gesture tender and full of meaning. His lips lingered for a moment longer than necessary, as though sealing his promise with that soft, loving touch. “I will always treasure you,” he whispered against your skin, his voice warm and filled with a quiet certainty. “Always.” The soft moonlight lingered around you, casting a silver glow on everything, but your attention was solely on Thranduil. His presence enveloped you, his gaze warm and tender as you slowly tried to compose yourself, the tears still threatening to spill. His hands, steady and sure, hovered close to you as you held the necklace in your hands, the weight of the moment not lost on him. He could feel the depth of your emotions in the air between you, but instead of speaking, he simply stepped closer. “May I?” His voice, low and soft, broke the silence as he reached for the necklace. His touch was reverent, gentle, as if every movement held a deeper meaning.

Without waiting for an answer, Thranduil took the necklace from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours with a warmth that caused a flutter in your chest. brushed against your skin as he stepped behind you. His movements were deliberate and careful, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on your back, making your heart race in anticipation. The world around you seemed to fade as the moment between you two became all-encompassing. Before he fastened the clasp, Thranduil leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. The tips of his lips brushed the back of your neck, a kiss so soft it sent a shiver down your spine. The gesture was not only one of affection but of reverence, of claiming this moment, this bond, as something sacred. You inhaled sharply, your pulse quickening at the feeling of his lips on your skin. The touch was delicate yet full of meaning, a quiet promise sealed in the form of a kiss. You could feel his lips linger for a moment longer than necessary, as if he were savoring the intimacy of the gesture, wanting to imprint this moment in both your hearts.

Thranduil’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the stillness. “You are beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his hands brushing over your shoulders, fingers soft and tender as they slid the necklace into place. He took his time, making sure it settled perfectly, allowing the delicate gems to rest gently on your around your collarbones, as though it had always been meant to rest there., the light from the moon catching them just so. As he fastened the clasp, his touch never faltered, and the warmth of his hands on your neck, combined with the weight of the necklace, made you feel both grounded and elevated at once. The gems, each one reflecting the moonlight, seemed to echo the emotions between you—deep, radiant, and everlasting. When he was done, Thranduil stood behind you for a moment, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders as he admired the necklace resting against your skin. He did not step away immediately, but instead, allowed himself a moment to simply be near you, the closeness between you two almost tangible in the air.

Slowly, he turned you toward him, his hands gently guiding you. As you faced him, the soft glow of the necklace against your skin seemed to highlight the love and tenderness in his eyes. Thranduil’s expression softened, a rare vulnerability shining through as his gaze fell to the necklace, and then back to your face. “It is perfect on you,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a warmth that sent a wave of love through your chest. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The words were unnecessary. Your hearts, both so full of emotion, seemed to be communicating everything that needed to be said. Thranduil took a step closer, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you into his embrace, the necklace resting between you two as a reminder of this tender, shared moment. His lips found your forehead again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there. “You are everything to me,” he murmured once more, his voice filled with a quiet certainty, as if he had been waiting his whole life to say those words to you. And in that moment, everything felt perfect.

“A token of my affection—and a reminder that you hold a place in my heart that belongs to no one else.” Your hand lifted instinctively to touch the necklace, your fingers brushing the central gem. The cool, smooth surface under your fingertips felt impossibly precious, not just because of its beauty but because of the thought and care that had gone into it. You looked up at him, overwhelmed by the weight of the gesture, by the emotions he had poured into this gift. In the quiet of the glade, you felt a profound sense of connection. The necklace was not just a gift—it was a piece of him, a tangible expression of the feelings he so rarely shared. And as he looked at you, his piercing gaze unguarded and filled with something that could only be described as love, you knew that this moment, this gift, was a promise of the future he wished to share with you.