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The battle raged on, orcs were everywhere and you fought them with all your might, stabbing and slashing every single one that came in the range of your swords. You fought along with Legolas and Thranduil from time to time, but you lost them into the battle shortly. One orc got too close, you didn't notice it in time.
"Y/N!" Thranduil screamed as he saw a sword pierce your chest and you fell down with a bright cry of pain. You swung your sword, managing to kill the orc after it had pulled the sword out, but the damage had already been done.

Thranduil slashed down enemies as he made his way to you, desperate and hoping that it wasn't too late. Piercing an enemy from the back and tossing it aside, he slumped to his knees next to you, wiping your hair off your face.
"Y/N? Please, stay with me." He begged and placed his hands on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Your eyes opened slightly, and you let out a breath.
"Thranduil. You have to let me go." He shook his head violently and tears escaped his eyes as he added more pressure to your wound.
"Melamin, there is nothing you can do, it's too deep." You spoke, and he stared at you in despair, tears falling down his cheeks and onto your neck.
"No! Don't leave me alone! Please, you can fight it. I know you can." You closed your eyes and breathed out heavily before opening them again. You shook your head weakly.
"Thranduil. Promise me that you take care of our son."
"I-I promise." His voice was strangled and the tears still made their way or of his eyes and down his cheeks. You lifted your hand and slid it on his face and down to his jawline.
"Amin mela lle." (I love you) You breathed out and your hand fell limp. Thranduil shrieked.
"No!"

 
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Thranduil's eyes shot open, and he wiped the tears off his face and felt your side of the bed. When his hand didn't meet your soft skin, he turned around hastily, only to see the side of your bed empty and cold. The sheets looked untouched, and his breathing hitched. "It can not be true." His heart pounded and his mind was racing as he forced himself to sit up on the edge of the bed. It turned out to be harder than normal as he was still half asleep and the shock was making thinking harder. The image of you being impaled with the sword playing over and over in his head. He tried to get his thoughts organized, but they were a mess, and the constant images of the dream didn't help at all. He buried his head in his hands and allowed silent sobs to make his entire body shiver.

"Thranduil." You gasped, and placed the glass of water you had been getting from the kitchen on the wooden table, and rushed next to him, your nightgown flowing in the air. You sat on the bed, and pressed your side to him, sliding your other hand on his back to his shoulder, gently, your touch as light as a feather, not wanting to upset him anymore. He stiffened and lifted his head and looked at you in shock before pulling you in a tight hug. Holding you close to his chest, he hugged you close, breathing air through your hair. It took long before he let you go, and as he did, you grabbed his hands.

"What bothers you, melamin (my love)?" He lifted his eyes to you, tear streaks still on his cheeks. You used your thumb to wipe them away, and he leaned into the touch. You allowed your hand to sink, and grabbed his hands, trying to make them stop shaking. He took a ragged breath as another pair of tears ran down his cheeks.
"I saw you die. You- you left me. You died right in front of my eyes." His voice was barely audible and your heart hurt at the pain in his voice.
"Oh, Thranduil." You leaned to him and he wrapped his hands around you, lifting you gently so you were sitting on his lap. He placed his chin on your head and squeezed you to his chest, so tight that breathing was harder than usual. You buried your face to his neck, breathing in the stunning scent of him, peppermint, and spring rain.

His breaths were still ragged but he was slowly calming down, his heartbeat was slowing and his grip on you became lighter as time passed. You slowly pulled away from his neck and you saw from his face that he was calmer now. You wiped a few strands of his soft hair off his face.
"I would never leave you, I love you and Legolas too much." He hummed lightly and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, to which you answered instantly. It was gentle and filled with love, and it only stopped as you had to pull away for air.
"I love you," Thranduil whispered to your ear.
"I love you more than life." You whispered back, wrapping your hands around his neck.