Thorin x OC

by Artemis2034

I apologize if this is bad, my first time for this-Nyx, a deadly Moon Elf, never wanted a throne—only to find her lost brother. But fate(and Gandalf) throw her into Thorin Oakenshield's quest instead. She saves his life more times than she can count much to his frustration. His nephews start shipping them. Her brother joins in. Even Gandalf is in on it. Meanwhile Thranduil suffers

4. More of Thranduil's pov

Thranduil's POV

The news had reached him swiftly, carried by his scouts with an urgency that suggested actual importance. He had paused mid-sip of his wine when the messenger relayed the details—Nyx, his Moon Elf Queen, was not only traveling with dwarves again but had also become the subject of romantic teasing involving their king.A .Thranduil had sighed. A long, slow sigh that carried the weight of centuries of elven patience being tested in the most absurd ways , seated on his throne, he massages his temples as Legolas watches him with far too much amusement."You are upset," Legolas observes."I am… tired," Thranduil corrects, pinching the bridge of his crosses his arms. "So you do not approve?"Thranduil gives him a flat look. "Do I look like I approve?"Legolas shrugs, feigning innocence. "You have not stormed into Erebor yet. That is approval enough."Thranduil exhales sharply and sets down his goblet with just enough force to make a soft clink against the polished wood."Legolas, my patience is thinner than a strand of spider silk. Must I remind you that the last time an elf took interest in a dwarf, it ended with me having to tolerate Gimli in my halls?"Legolas smirks. "And yet, you did tolerate him."Thranduil gives his son a long, icy doesn't back down. If anything, his smirk finally sighs again, rubbing his temple."It is one thing for an elf to take interest in a dwarf. It is another thing entirely when the elf in question is Nyx, last of the Moon Elf royal line, the one meant to restore her people."He leans back in his throne, his gaze distant."She should be focused on reclaiming her kingdom. Strengthening her people. Not… entertaining the affections of a dwarf king who may not even—" He pauses, scowling. "—who may not even understand what she is."Legolas raises an eyebrow. "And yet, you have done nothing to stop it."Thranduil narrows his eyes. "I will not dictate her choices. Unlike some kings, I do not believe in chaining my people to a throne they do not wish to take."Legolas nods slowly, as if fitting pieces of a puzzle together."Then… you understand her."Thranduil does not respond immediately. He merely swirls his wine in its goblet, watching the deep red liquid shift and catch the a long moment, he finally says, almost to himself:"I understand more than she realizes."Legolas studies him, and for once, he does not press he knows that his father—aloof, guarded, and impossibly proud—sees something of himself in that terrifies Thranduil, too, once had a throne he did not he, too, once had love that he could not hold that is why he does not stop that is why, despite all his grumbling and exasperation, he simply lets it if it means enduring a dwarf son-in-law.… immediately refills his goblet at the , surely, is where he must draw the line.