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~Until the Stars Grow Cold~

Long before the dragon fire scorched the Lonely Mountain, long before shadow crept into Greenwood the Great, there was a love so profound it stilled the world.Thranduil, son of Oropher, was proud and golden, a prince shaped by loss and exile. He had crossed Beleriand’s ruined bones, watched kingdoms fall, and borne the bitterness of the Sindar, who remembered the Light but could never return to it. But in all his long years, nothing had stirred his heart,not until her.

She was Serethiel of the Nandor, daughter of the river, wild and luminous. She wore the forest as a cloak, her laughter trailing like petals in the breeze. She danced with deer and whispered to the trees. And when she sang, even the stars above Greenwood bent closer to listen.He first saw her under a rain of golden leaves, barefoot among the roots of an ancient oak. She did not bow to him. She smiled.And Thranduil,for the first time in his long, weary life,forgot sorrow.

~The Joining of Stars and Earth~

They wed in a glade bathed in starlight. There was no crown, no throne,only the hush of trees, the blessing of the stars, and the quiet vow Thranduil made, whispered against her brow:“For you, I would forsake kingdoms and crowns. For you, I would walk without light, so long as you are beside me.”And she had replied, breath soft and warm, “Then I shall be your light, my love. Until the stars grow cold.”Their love was not a loud thing,it was a steady fire, warm and unwavering. They woke each morning wrapped in soft moss and sunlight, shared quiet laughter over wine sweet as memory, and walked hand in hand where no others dared tread. Even the heart of the forest opened to them.When Serethiel bore him a child, the forest bloomed out of season. Legolas was their miracle, born beneath a spring moon, eyes like starlight and a smile that melted even the deepest ice in Thranduil’s soul.He held his queen as she cradled their son, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks as she whispered lullabies older than memory.

“You’ve given me eternity,” he told her.But even love cannot shield against the tide of shadow.

~The Breaking of the Light~

When the forest darkened and whispers rose from Dol Guldur, Thranduil sent scouts, and then soldiers. The trees wept black sap, and creatures of nightmare stirred beneath the boughs. He pleaded with Serethiel to stay behind, to remain in the safety of their halls with their son. But she placed her hand on his chest and said, “I will not let you ride into darkness alone.”So they rode together,king and queen, hand in hand, silver and gold against the gloom. She fought not with sword but with song, a voice that could burn through shadow, heal the wounds of both flesh and spirit.But the shadow had learned her name. It feared her light.They were ambushed beneath the rotting trees, surrounded by Wargs and orcs and worse. Thranduil fought like fire. But when Serethiel saw a blade aimed for him, she stepped between. It pierced her chest like ice through silk.

She fell into his arms, and the world stopped.“No,” he whispered, cradling her face, blood warm against his hands. “No, meleth nîn, don’t—”She smiled, even through the pain, eyes fixed on his.“Do not weep, my love. I go where you cannot follow… yet.”

“Stay,” he begged. “Stay with me. Stay.”

She lifted trembling fingers to his lips. “Raise our son to know joy. Love him as you love me. And when the sea calls, come to me.”Her voice faded. Her light dimmed.

The forest screamed.

~A King Without His Queen~

Thranduil buried her beneath the Silver Tree, where her songs once filled the air. The flowers never died there. No snow fell. It was as though the world remembered her beauty and could not bear to forget.He did not speak for a year. He ruled, yes—coldly, fiercely—but his heart beat only for the child she left him. Every time Legolas smiled, he saw her. Every time he laughed, it was her voice echoing in the halls.He never spoke her name in court again,not out of shame, but reverence. Her memory was too sacred. Too raw. In private, though, he whispered it. He whispered it into his pillow, into the wind, into the stars above.

When Legolas asked, “What was she like?”, Thranduil placed a hand on his son’s brow and said, “She was starlight, born into flesh. And the best parts of me died with her.”

~A Love That Waits~

When Legolas at last sailed West, long after Sauron fell and peace was born again, he found her waiting,her spirit whole, her smile unchanged, her arms open.And when Thranduil’s time comes, as all Elves must one day heed the sea’s call, he will go not for Valinor, nor the light of the Two Trees.

He will go for her.

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For love never fades. It merely waits,until the stars grow cold.

•Hello!This was my very first time writing a story about Thranduil and his lost queen. I poured as much love, sorrow, and beauty into it as I could,hoping to honor the spirit of Tolkien’s world while giving voice to a love that might have once bloomed in the Greenwood.

If it touched your heart, even just a little, then I’ve done what I set out to do.

Thank you for reading—I truly hope you liked it.🤍🫶🍀