A Snare of Thorns

by SOLDIERNichole

They were pure opposites. He was a king. She was a servant. He was a fighter. She was a healer. He was dominant. She was submissive. He was forceful. She was passive. He was a snare made of beautifully sharp thorns and she was the bleeding heart entrapped in it. [Thranduil/OC. Rated for Domestic Violence, Alcohol Usage, Sexual Situations, Language, and Violence. Re-Write.]

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