Simple Pleasures - Thranduil
Imagine: Thranduil doing your hair
A/N: I was in a writers block so, this was me trying to get out of my hole of failure. I will try to write requests soon. pLEASE DON’T HATE ME!
Type: Reader Insert / one-shot / fluff
Translations: Hiril vuin: my lady, my beloved lady. Hir vuin: my lord, my beloved lord.
Abbreviations: H/C: Hair color
Warnings: Mentioned/Implied NSFW, fluffy Thranduil (I hope)
I sauntered through the halls of the Elvenking, my course leading to the bedding chambers of King Thranduil, as I did every morn. I was the King Thranduil’s most trusted adviser and head of his royal court, therefore, I met him every morning to briefly address the day’s events. On this morning, the morning of the Feast of Starlight, King Thranduil was running late and failed to meet me in his throne room, leading me to check his bedding chambers first.