Imagine: Having a bad day and Thranduil only worsening it, but he makes it up to you a few days later

Request for: Thranki

"Please! My little sister is sick!" You shout as you're shoved out of the healer's small shack and into the busy street.

You sigh, holding back a sob and begin to make your way back home. Your little sister seems to have caught a flu epidemic that has been spreading on and off throughout your small, but busy town. You made your way to the healer earlier, but he refused to lend you anything or allow you to enter his small, medicine-filled shack because he was afraid that you would pass the flu over to him, even though you're not sick. You start to cry and frantically wander the streets, looking for some form of medicine that will help heal your sister. You are scared, no-terrified actually. Both of your parents passed away from a gruesome flu and now that your sister has caught it, you're afraid that you are going to lose her too. She's the only family you have left. As your tears multiply, your sight blurs and the crowd of elves turns into a big blob of various colors. You stop to wipe your tears away, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn and see an elderly elleth, holding out a hot cup of tea. She's your neighbor.

"Here," She says "I know it's not much, but it'll help your sister get a little better," She says

Tears of joy fill your eyes and you graciously take the cup of tea from her.

"Thank you" You breathe, your heart filling with happiness

"You're very welcome. Now go, your sister is waiting" The elleth says

You nod and quickly begin to make your way back to your small home.

As you rush home, careful not to spill the hot tea, you crash into someone. The glass falls from your trembling fingers and it shatters onto the aged stone below you, spewing hot tea all over you and whoever you ran into.

You look up slowly and see that you not only spilled hot tea all over your king, but you also crashed into him. Your face turns red with embarrassment, but also fear.

"M-My lord, Th-Thranduil" You curtsy "I-I am s-so sorry. I-I was in a rush because-" You start to explain, but are cut off when Thranduil raises his hand to silence you

"Save it" He spits with anger

"My lord, I-I said I was sorry" You stutter, on the verge of tears

"SILENCE!" He shouts "I have had an awful morning and this just makes it all worse! My son kept pestering me to bring him into town and I reluctantly agreed, only to have hot tea spilled on me, spoiling my clothing! I suggest that you get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret" He growls

Tears fill your eyes, and they widen in horror. You turn to run off but freeze. Not until you give him a piece of your mind. You have had a beyond hectic and awful morning. Thranduil's idea of a bad morning is probably his cooks bringing his breakfast out too late or his eggs not being seasoned properly!

You whirl around and glare at him.

"Don't you DARE tell me that you've had an awful morning!" You mock "Because I'm sure that my morning has been far worse than yours! I found out that my sister is severely sick and no one will help me or give me the medicine she needs to heal! I was going to give her that tea, but you made me spill it! I have no choice but to sit a-and watch h-her...die" You shout at first, but falter with the last sentence and your voice diminishes to a whisper because you started to cry, hard.

A sob escapes your lips and you turn back around, running home before you can even see his reaction.

You burst through your front door, and guilt rises in your heart, knowing that you don't have anything to give to your sister. You lay next to her in bed and cry yourself to sleep with your arms wrapped protectively around her.

~°~

Two hours later:

You wake up and feel your dress drenched in sweat. You sit up and notice that it's not your sweat, it's your sister's. You gasp and jump out of bed, then press your hand to her forehead. She is on fire. Fear rises in your heart and you run to the kitchen to grab a cloth and drench it in cold water. Once you've done that, you rush back into your sister's room and press the cloth to her forehead. As her temperature slowly decreases, you walk back into the kitchen and try to make your sister a cup of tea-consisting of honey and lemon.

As you wait for the water to boil, you sit back and begin to ponder (with fear) about what Thranduil is doing. The truth is, you're scared. What if he has several search parties wandering the town, looking for you? What if he wants to kill you for shouting at him?

As you pester your mind with endless theories of what he'll do, you get so overwhelmed and begin to cry. What if he has you taken away from your sister in the middle of the night and has you slaughtered?

You begin to hyperventilate. You clutch at your throbbing chest and take several deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down. When you finally settle down, you come to the conclusion that you cannot leave your home. No, it's not because you don't care about your sister's well being and that you're afraid of seeing the king- It's the exact opposite. You don't want to leave your home because you're afraid that you will be taken away or killed, leaving your sister unattended.

You're pulled out of your neverending train of thought when the water boils over and begins to bubble, spewing out of the pot. You quickly stand and move the pot away from the hot stove and begin to make your sister a cup of tea.

~°~

You place the warm cup of tea on the small table beside your sister, and gently shake her shoulder, trying to wake her up. She peels her eyes open and wearily smiles up at you. The look she gives you shatters your heart and you stifle a sob.

"Hey" You whisper, sitting down next to her

She tries to sit up but fails miserably. You prop up her pillow and carefully help her up.

"I made you some tea," You say quietly, showing her the cup

She smiles weakly at you, and you help her take a few sips. Before you know it, the cup is empty and she's asleep. You stroke your sister's curly hair, trying not to cry. Most people think that you are your sister's mother because of the huge age difference. Your sister is indeed very young, and you are a somewhat mother figure to her. Before your mother died, she asked you to promise that you'd take good care of your sister, and that's exactly what you did and continue to do. You're not a very old elleth, and you're not a very young one either (you're a teenager to humans). You burst into tears and pray that your sister heals.

~°~

Three days later:

All you do is pray and cry, no sleep. Your sister's fever has only risen and she is showing no sign of recovery. She is on the verge of death and you can't help but feel like you failed her and your mother. As you quietly sit beside her bed on a chair, you become beyond overwhelmed and burst into a mess of tears and your body shakes uncontrollably. You bury your face in the comforter next to her torso and you shout into it, your voice heavily muffled.

"Please" You beg "Please be ok" You add, crying

When taking a breath of air through the thick cotton sheets becomes a challenge, you lift your head and stare at your sister with so much pity.

You take her small, sweaty hand in yours and lean forward, placing a small kiss on her forehead that is ablaze.

"I-I'm so s-sorry" You cry "I-I should've taken b-better care of you" You add, choking on a sob

Your strangled sobs fill the room, and you bury your face into the palms of your hands.

You abruptly feel a hand on your shoulder and you whirl around with fear-nearly falling off the chair.

It's Lord Elrond.

"Easy" He breathes, holding up his hands "I-I'm here to help your sister" He adds

"Really" You gasp "Th-Thank you" You cry, standing up

He smiles weakly at you then presses his hand to your sister's forehead. He recoils his hand in a heartbeat.

"Oh my goodness" Elrond gasps "She's burning up," He says, sending you into a state of hysteria

Soon, several nurses-or other healers-rush into the room with bags and bags of medicine.

You choose to step outside to give them some space.

You sit at your small kitchen table, trembling. As you bite your nails, a familiar voice floods your ears.

"Is she going to be okay?"

You gasp in utter horror and jump back.

"P-Please d-don't hurt m-me!" You cry "I-I'm sorry I shouted at you" You add, on the verge of collapsing

"I'm not going to hurt anybody," Thranduil says calmly, stepping through the doorway

"W-Why are you h-here?" You ask, keeping your distance

"Sit," He says, taking a seat at your small kitchen table

You reluctantly obey and sit across from him.

As you sit, you avoid his icy eyes and stare down at your lap.

"When you shouted at me" He begins "I realized that what I said to you was wrong. I should have given you a chance to speak and explain why you ran into me. After three days of sulking with pity, I decided to bring the best healer I know to help heal your sister, as an apology. I-I hope you can forgive me for my rash actions" He adds, sadness etched in his facial expression and tone

You look up at him, speechless. You blink a few times to make sure that this is not a dream-and indeed, it isn't.

"Wow" You gasp "I-I forgive you. Th-Thank you for doing this, I-I don't know what to say" You add

"All you had to say was that you forgive me" Thranduil says, smiling

You nod and begin to stare at your sister's bedroom door, allowing the wooden plank to consume your train of thought. You jump a little when the door bursts open and are met with an elleth from earlier.

"She is awake" She states nonchalantly

You jump out of your seat and rush into the room, Thranduil following after you.

You breathe out in relief when you see your sister wide awake, looking better than ever. You kneel beside her and take her hand in yours.

"Hey" You breathe, placing a soft kiss on her forehead

"Y/N!" Your little sister squeals, jumping into your arms. A small laugh of content escapes your lips as your sister settles into your lap and wraps her arms around your neck. You quickly wrap your arms around her torso and hold her close.

"How are you feeling?" You ask gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear

"Much better, I'm just a little tired though" She answers

You nod and kiss her cheeks, making her giggle.

"She healed incredibly fast," A voice says from behind you

You turn and see Elrond and Thranduil standing in the doorway, smiling at the two of you.

You smile and nod at Elrond, knowing that he had spoken.

All of a sudden, you feel your little sister's grip on your neck tighten and she buries her face in your hair. She is afraid.

"Do not be afraid" You coo "These ellons helped heal you. If it wasn't for them, you'd still be sick" You say, stroking her hair

"Really?" She asks, looking up into your eyes with her big, beautiful irises that are glowing

"Really" You say "Now go thank them" You whisper, only for your sister to hear

She nods and slides out of your lap, making her way towards the two ellons.

You watch in complete awe as she wraps her arms around Elrond's legs and looks up at him.

"Th-Thank you for saving me" She stutters shyly

Elrond chuckles lightly and kneels before her.

"You are very welcome little one" He smiles, shaking her hand

Your little sister abruptly embraces Elrond by wrapping her arms around his neck, but he gladly accepts it and wraps his arms around her tiny figure in return. As they release their hug, she looks up at Thranduil, and he kindly smiles down at her. Your sister steps before him and says "Thank you for saving me as well"

Thranduil laughs softly, kneels before her, then says "Thank you little one, but I did not heal you, Elrond did-" He says, gesturing to Elrond with his hand "I only brought him" Thranduil adds

Your little sister nods slowly then begins to speak. "Well, you still deserve to be thanked. Y/N always says that no matter how big or small an act of kindness is, every single person behind it deserves to be thanked."

A sense of pride fills you, but it is quickly replaced with embarrassment when Elrond and Thranduil look up at you.

You quickly look away, hiding your red cheeks.

"You have a good heart, Y/N" You hear Elrond say

"Th-Thank you" You reply

"It was absolutely wonderful meeting you both, but I must get going, goodbye" Elrond says

"Goodbye" You say

When Elrond's footsteps can no longer be heard, you turn around and see Thranduil lift your sister into his arms, making her squeal with joy. As he starts to make his way towards you, you stand. Thranduil gently hands her to you and begins to speak.

"Y/N, I-I know that I am forgiven, but, there is one more thing that I want to do..." Thranduil starts

You hold your sister tighter and nod.

"I want to invite you to Mirkwood today. Your sister seems to be the same age as my son, Legolas, and I thought that maybe they would want to play together and hopefully become friends. I know how lonely it can get here, and my son is longing for a friend."

"W-Wow" You gasp "Are you sure that it wouldn't cause you any trouble?" You ask

"Oh no no, it would be no trouble at all...besides, it's the least I could do" Thranduil says sincerely

You nod slowly, creasing your brows in thought.

"Please, Y/N, pleeeeeease" Your little sister begs

You smile and turn to look at her. "Okay" You say "For you, anything" You grin, pecking her cheek with a kiss

Your sister cheers with joy and wiggles out of your arms, then falls onto the bed which she begins to jump upon.

"She healed even faster than I thought" Thranduil laughs "I thought she needed some rest" He adds

You smile and watch your sister jump up and down, beaming with joy.

"If you'd like, I can escort your sister and you to Mirkwood" Thranduil suggests

"No, that won't be necessary," You say "We can walk. It's not that far of a walk anyway" You add

Thranduil nods "Come whenever you like," He says

You nod and show him to the door.

After he leaves, you change into more proper attire and change your sister into her favorite pink dress.

After making her and your hair more presentable (Even though the king had already seen it) hand in hand, you head off to Mirkwood.

Your sister skips and sings alongside you as you walk down the street consisting of various rocks meshed together.

Before you know it, you are standing in front of the massive double doors that lead into the palace. There you are met with four guards who are watching you suspiciously.

"What brings you to Mirkwood?" One asks harshly, making your sister hide behind your legs with fear

"I-I'm here to see Thranduil, sir" You state "He invited us over," You say awkwardly, those words don't sound very plausible coming from your mouth in your opinion

He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced, but you don't blame him. Your response didn't sound so believable to begin with.

"Hold on" He states, stepping through the large double doors

After he disappears, you awkwardly stand there, avoiding the remaining three guard's gaze.

After what felt like hours, Thranduil finally emerged from the doors and welcomed you in. As you entered, you caught a glimpse of him scowling at the guard who most likely accused you of lying.

Your little sister hums and skips along the empty corridor beside Thranduil and you.

"Sorry for all the noise she's making" You apologize on your sister's behalf

"There is no need to apologize" He laughs "She carries a special energy that will only do Mirkwood so much more good" He compliments

"Thank you" You say, flattered "If you don't mind me asking, where are we going?" You add

"To the garden, my son is waiting there for us," He says "I'm already sure that your sister and him are going to get along just fine" He adds

You smile, hoping that he is telling the truth. You cannot even begin to fathom how awkward and embarrassing it will be if your sister and the prince do not get along.

After taking several different turns, you walk up to a velvet door with a golden knob. Thranduil turns the knob and as the door is slowly pulled open, a cool breeze surrounds you and sunlight pours into the dark, uneventful corridor.

"After you," Thranduil says, ushering you outside

You take your sister's hand in yours and step out into the garden. It is absolutely breathtaking. A plethora of various flowers surround you and an invisible chorus of birds sing and hum in unison above you. You can also hear rushing water from a stream nearby.

You notice a young ellon sprinting back and forth through the grass with a blank expression. His redundant movements seem to speak for themselves, showing that he is unhappy with nothing to do.

"Is that him?" You ask curiously, looking over at Thranduil

Without turning to look at you, he simultaneously smiles and nods while watching his son. Thranduil then shoos away the maid that was watching over Legolas and leads you towards his son.

"Legolas" He says, kneeling before him

"Hello Ada," Legolas says, smiling up at his father. But, his smile disappears when he sees your sister and you

"Wh-Who are they?" He asks, staring mainly at your little sister

"I've brought along a new friend and her older sister, Y/N" Thranduil states, glancing back at you

You flash Legolas a gentle smile and nod, assuring him that his father spoke the truth.

"Go on" Thranduil coos to your sister "Don't be shy"

You give your sister a small push and she gradually lessens the distance between Legolas and her.

"H-Hello" She says shyly to Legolas

"Hi" Legolas returns, driving his foot into the ground with repetitive movements, creating a small hole while holding his hands behind his back

"I-I'll let you two talk and get to know each other" Thranduil awkwardly interrupts and begins to walk away

You quickly catch on and follow after him.

Literally within minutes, Legolas and your sister are immersed in a game of tag and playfully tackle each other, toppling over one another, rolling in the grass.

You watch them, smiling from ear to ear as you stand beside Thranduil.

"They're having so much fun," You say, beaming with joy as you watch your sister play and smile and laugh

"You love her, don't you" Thranduil says, catching you off guard

"I-I beg your pardon?" You ask, turning to look at him

"Your sister" He starts "She means a lot to you" He implies

"Of course, she's my sister," You say with disbelief "Besides, I've never seen her this happy" You add, knowing you are about to be bombarded with questions about your past

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"And why is that?" Thranduil asks, most definitely beginning to pry

"I-I don't want to talk about it," You say shyly, beginning to rub your arm

But you soon realize that it would not be wise to deny the King's order and start to speak

"We've had a rough past few years" You begin "B-Both of my parents passed away from a gruesome sickness, leaving me and my sister on my own."

You watch as Thranduil's face contorts