Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.
Pairings: Thranduil x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.
A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol
It takes you about three days to reach Dale. You had not spoken to Sigrid and you felt bad. You didn’t want her to feel like everything was her fault.
You both get off of your horse as you reach the entrance. You hand your horse over to a stable boy after gathering your things.
“Sigrid-,” you start, slinging your pack over your shoulder. She shakes her head, stopping you from continuing.
“I understand, y/n. You had a lot on your mind, it’s fine,” she says and you smile at the human before you.
You had lived a very LONG life and she is by far your favorite human.
During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had saved them from a bunch of orcs chasing after them. When you had seen the fear in her eyes, it struck a chord with you and from then on you vowed to protect her and her siblings, something you couldn’t do for your own.