thranduil-elvenking-of-mirkwood:

rumiloflothlorien:

Frowning gently, he slipped the arrow back in his quiver and put his bow back on his back. There would be no need for it now, as Thranduil was a guest of Lothlorien, not an enemy. The young warden couldn’t help but feel guilty about drawing his weapon upon such a guest and he hoped that word would not get back to his brothers, nor to the Lord and Lady. He was sure to be frowned upon if such a thing were to happen.

Rumil worried his lip a little. “The other wardens are on break. I like to take my break alone. More peaceful that way. I don’t usually have a partner if my brothers aren’t on the same rotation. It happens this way more and more often now.” The Silvan gave Thranduil a surprised look, but nodded slightly. “Of course, your Highness. I’d be honored to.” At least the Elvenking couldn’t get into much trouble this way, and another warden wouldn’t make the same mistake as he did.

Thranduil hoped that he would not get Rumil into trouble, it was not his fault and if it were Thranduil in his place he would have done the same. “You will not get into trouble fore this was not your fault it was mine,” he said reassuringly to the other. If any would come down upon Rumil for this he would step in, he was a good warrior and warden and he should not suffer any hardships for Thranduil’s own mindlessness. He could not help but worry just a little that some how Rumil would end up in some sort of trouble.

A soft smile graced his lips as he heard the answer. “You can call me Thranduil,” he said gently. He liked when others called him by his name or a nickname. “You’re woods are so beautiful.” He wanted to talk but he didn’t know what of, if a casual conversation would bore the warden or if he would prefer to speak about guards and what that entailed.

The young warden looked at his now charge and chewed on his lower lip. “I hope that I won’t, but I did draw my weapon on you, and you are our guest. If I do get in trouble for doing so, I will take my punishment without complaint. Hopefully it won’t be too severe.” While he didn’t think he would be punished, he was sure that he would be teased. That would be punishment enough. He’d never hear the end of it. And what would Haldir think? He refrained from wincing.

“Just Thranduil? Oh, I don’t think that would be proper, your Highness. I’m just a warden and you’re a king. Maybe if we knew each other better, but we’ve only just met.” Thranduil was as strange as he’d heard, but Rumil didn’t mind. He wasn’t exactly normal either. A smile tugged at his lips at the mention of the woods. “They are, aren’t they? I’ve never traveled beyond these boarders, but I have no desire to. Why would I leave a place so beautiful?”