A/N: I researched everything to the best of my ability and I apologize for any factual mistakes

Request for: @dalyla2552

I sat for the better part of the day, tangled in the flowing drapes of my window, impatiently awaiting his arrival. When the soft reverberations of his elk's hooves on the cobblestone met my ears, I flew from my bedroom and out the gates.

My excitement was palpable, but my fear masked.

"Adar!" I shouted as I waved to him, straining to gain some height as I was on my toes

He heard me before he saw me and when I deemed he was close enough, I weaved my way through the troops that accompanied him.

"Ada" I said again, much quieter, now being at his side

"Iell nîn" He replied dotingly, gently brushing my cheek with his knuckles

I took hold of the reins and walked his elk the last few yards to the gate.

"Here, let me" I said, taking the satchels he started to pull over his head, placing them around mine

I waited for him to dismount and remove the saddle from his elk, bombarding him with questions as we walked the massive, graceful creature to the stables.

"So, how was your trip to Lothlórien?" I started, wringing my hands

"It was quite impactful. Lady Galadriel and I spoke of the expansion of trading and I had the opportunity to look into the inner workings of their border protection."

I hummed, feigning interest, my mind only on one thing.

"So...you met the Wardens of Lorien, then?" I asked treading the subject lightly

"Oh, yes, they are very intelligent and their dedication to guarding their home is unmistakable."

This made my heart soar, deeming he had made a good impression, but I feared I had already made my motive too obvious, so I quickly averted my father's aura of vigilance by stating "Oh! I forgot to tell you, Legolas sent a letter from Rivendell. He said that he will be joining the Fellowship to destroy the ring. I know you told him to find Aragorn, but I didn't expect this."

Thranduil sighed, placing his hand on the creature's muzzle.

"I didn't either. That brother of yours is ceaseless. If he puts his conscience to anything, he will stop at nothing to achieve it. It hurts me that he will be gone for so long and the notion that I know nothing of his safety, or when he'll return frightens me-"

"Ada," I started, rushing into his arms "he is going to be alright. You know what a capable, strong and noble ellon Legolas is."

"I know," My father sighed, stroking the back of my head "it's just that with the battle having just ended and the delicate state of our home, my mind is clouded with worry and involuntary anticipation for more bloodshed. Thank Eru I still have my little flower by my side." His voice had reduced to a whisper, and he pulled out of our embrace, softly holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger

"I don't know what I would do if you were to leave me, especially at a time like this"

A dagger laced with guilt struck my heart as he said this. I nestled myself back into his chest, so that he would not see the pain in my eyes, hoping he did not witness my expression falter.

He wasn't going to like what I had to say, it would break him.

~°~

Haldir and I had agreed that I wouldn't breathe a word to my father until he received Haldir's letter, the contents of which explained everything my father needed to know.

The truth of the matter was, my heart was Haldir's from the moment our eyes met at the Feast of Starlight. We met once after our first encounter and have been exchanging letters since. In the latest, he told me he that he wanted to court me and that he had shown incredible restraint waiting as long as he had. I wrote back immediately, telling him that my respect for my father would not permit me to agree hastily, although my heart yearned to, and that Haldir would have to ask for my father's blessing first.

That letter asking for his blessing arrived a few days after my father's return from Lothlórien.

I remember walking past my father's study, stopping to glance over the pile of letters on his desk, and there it was, my love's letter, addressed to the King of Mirkwood.

I was relieved to find that it had arrived, but terrified of how my father would react, so I quickly made my way to my bedroom, knowing the sun would set soon, signifying my father's entrance into his study

I sat down at the same window, twirling the now still ivory drapes, my hands trembling. I started to feel my anxieties suffocate me, so I hurriedly pushed the windows open and transitioned to pace the room

Ten minutes after I entered my room, I could hear my father's thunderous steps approaching my door, or maybe it was the sound of the pounding of my heart

Three sharp knocks sounded on my door and I was so frightened that I considered escaping through the window

The three knocks came again, but this time more frantic.

"Y/N, open the door."

I strained, trying to decipher his mood from the tone of his voice, but I fell short.

"Y/N, please—"

My hand was on the door knob and I willed myself to turn it before he could say anything else. I slowly pulled the door open, only revealing my face.

"May I come in?"

I spotted the letter in his left hand and I nodded slowly, stepping back.

My father stepped into my room and shut the door in one swift movement. I moved back to my seat at the window while he took the bed. The six feet between us wasn't enough for my comfort and I kept my eyes fixed on the floor.

"Y/N–" He started, but I wouldn't budge

"Y/N, look at me." He tried again, sighing

My nostrils started to burn and my eyes filled with hot tears, marring my vision. Regardless, I looked up at him.

"Why...Why are you crying, my dear?"

"Because I already know what you're going to say." I hiccuped, wiping at my eyes angrily

He waited for me to settle down before continuing.

"I initially came here to shout and to reprimand you, but I would prefer not to do that. I am willing to have calm and civil conversation if you are. Now, I understand that you are young and your actions are determined primarily by your heart, but I will not allow you to be reckless like this, professing your love to the first ellon who makes you laugh or smile. Haldir is a Silvan elf and you, my darling, are Sindar. Your union is forbidden. I will write back to Haldir tomorrow, stating— Y/N? Y/N, are you even listening to me? Say something for Eru's sake–"

"Forbidden according to what?" I muttered as I looked into his eyes, my heart completely broken

"What?" He responded, completely taken aback

"Our union is forbidden according to what?" I rephrased my question

He struggled to reply, so I continued

"He is still my kin, ada. Does the fact that we are not of the same race bother you so greatly that you'd willingly shatter my heart? Elrond is half-elven for Eru's sake! Elves court humans all the time...and you won't even allow me to court my own kin?"

He parted his lips to speak, but I had one final plea

"Please, ada, you haven't even given him a chance" I stood from where I was sitting and moved so that I was standing before him. I knelt at his feet as my cries intensified "P-Please don't write that letter. Take the time to get to know him, you can invite him here or you can go to him in Lothlórien. I don't care how long it takes, please, adar, please, don't hurt me like this, I beg of you."

I held his hands tightly in mine, with my forehead pressed to the backs of them. Slowly, my father pulled his hands out of mine and pressed them to my cheeks, attentively wiping my tears away with his thumb. I looked up at him, expectant for an answer.

He smoothed my hair with one hand and left the other pressed to my cheek

"I am sorry, my child, but I cannot allow it."

I fell back, away from his grasp, as if he had struck me

"Don't look at me like that." He warned

I stood slowly and walked over to my vanity. I placed my hands flat on its surface and looked up at my reflection, then my father's.

"I'd like it if you would leave me now" I told him as calmly as I could muster

I waited a minute or so, but he wouldn't budge, watching me through my reflection

"Please, please just go" I had started to weep again, but more violently this time

Still, he remained, watching me intently

"Just go!" I shouted, hurling a glass vase to the floor, surely startling the entire hall

My father jumped at the sound of impact and started coming towards me

I frantically grabbed a glass trinket box that he had gifted me ages ago and backed away from him

"If Legolas asked to wed a Silvan elf, you would allow it! But not me...never! Legolas has always come first!" I yelled at him as my tears blinded me, my sobs causing me to hyperventilate and I proceeded to smash the box at my feet

"Y/N, stop this!" He fearfully shouted, grabbing my wrists with force

I managed to pull one hand free and I strained to turn my body around, pushing the remaining contents of my vanity to the floor.

"This is how you punish me for Legolas's departure! I'm a scapegoat because your favorite child has left!" I wailed, hitting his chest with my free hand

My father's eyes were wide with horror, and he got hold of my wrist again, this time holding me tighter. He forcefully crossed my arms over my chest, rendering me immobile from the waist up and I screamed in frustration, writhing in his insurmountable hold.

"Stop it. Stop fighting me." He begged

A few concerned servants had gathered into my bedroom, believing, which I later learned, that I was being murdered.

I began to, rather tried to, shove my father's chest with my elbows, and he forced me around, transitioning to hold me with my back to his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around my crossed arms. He had used my body and his own to create a makeshift straitjacket.

"Legolas has always been your favorite! Legolas's needs have always come before mine, only Naneth ever put me first..." I don't know if he could understand my melancholic ramblings, given I was sobbing and choking for air, kicking vehemently about me, trying to break free

I didn't want to be near him. I was so angry with my father that my proximity to him only made my blood boil.

"Help me! Help me you fools!" I heard my father wail to the servants who stood at my door, frozen in astonishment as he tried in vain to stop me from thrashing and potentially hurting myself

He was crying. I heard the unmistakable tremor in his voice.

Within seconds, I was swamped by servants, who quite aggressively took me out of my father's hold.

I heard my father bark something at them angrily, but I wasn't listening anymore. I let myself fall to the floor, regardless of the glass.

"You've never loved me the way you love Legolas" I lamented, more to myself that him

With all the servants crowding my body like vultures around a corpse, I couldn't see my father anymore

"What did I do wrong? Ask him what I did to make him love me less than Legolas." I called out, not to anyone in particular

~°~

Thranduil stood in the doorway, utterly horrified.

His heart was shattered; this day would mar his heart indelibly.

How had his child, his flesh and blood, hidden all of this for so long?

"Have I truly mistreated my dearest flower so horrifically?" He thought to himself, weeping bitterly

"What have I done, rather not done, to lead her to have these mournful, fallacious thoughts?"

Thranduil was brought back to reality when the swarm of servants dissipated, and he saw his beloved child on the floor, hands and feet cut from the glass, begging for an answer to her question:

"How have I failed you as your daughter?"

~°~

I hope you liked it

I'll post the second part as soon as I can

Iell nîn- my daughter

Naneth- mother