#Thranduil boss

[conversacomsmaug]

I couldn't help but notice that among so many obscene fantasies with Thranduil, I missed seeing something else like in a Mordern UA, Thranduil is the boss of the large company in which Tauriel is promoted and can't help but think about how his bastard and annoying boss It's sexy. Even in the Thranduil x reader interaction, I've been missing this obvious and sexy theme hehe Maybe I will, but I want to be a reader now, anyone?

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Finwe and Lasgen meeting up in valinor after Lasgen dies and they both re-enbody:

Lasgen: i see you’re still a light weight.

Finwe: Hey! I improved!

Lasgen: so you can handle 2 glasses of wine now?

Finwe: why are you always so mean to me.

Lasgen: you make it way to easy,

Lasgen: besides, drunk you is a spectacle.

Arafinwe, interjecting: really? I don’t think i’ve ever seen him drunk before.

Lasgen,nodding empathetically: oh yeah, one time he got so drunk and he was hitting on Miriel-

Finwe: so? We were already courting!

Lasgen: you asked if she was single-

Lasgen: and then cried when she said she wasn’t.

Finwe:

Arafinwe: HA

Lasgen: don’t worry, she liked her elves a little pathetic.

[meteors-lotr]

This is a Barduil song btw

[raider-k]

Thranduil: I am so fab. Check out, I'm blonde, I'm skinny, I'm rich…And I'm a little bit of a bitch.

I will NEVER get tired of this music video.

[aduialel]

I Know Your Secret

AU: Criminal (modern)

Trope: In A Locked Room

Character: Thranduil

I was inspired to make a moodboard by a fic trope roulette. My brilliant friend @guardianofrivendell suggested Thranduil as a crime lord. That got my brain cells working. Thank you, dear for the idea! 💖

I know I am breaking the rules here (moodboard is not a fic!) so I am not tagging this accordingly.

Taglist: @linasofia

[spellbound037]

With the sheer amount of power this man could hold, the Music of the Ainur turns into boss battle music the minute he gets slightly irritated

[lee-pace-yourself]

WELL I HAVE JUST WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR

The third song below is quite fitting for this post :)

I love when a man is a little bit cunty. Not mean or rude or unkind or anything.. just bitchy

[velvet4510]

Thinking about all the parents of the Fellowship during the events of the War of the Ring.

Thinking about Saradoc & Esmeralda Brandybuck and Paladin & Eglantine Took, none of whom have any idea where their sons are.

Thinking about the Gaffer, seeing a creepy hooded Man asking for the whereabouts of his son’s boss and then hearing that said son’s boss’ house has been raided and his son is nowhere to be found.

Thinking about Bilbo, knowing that his dear nephew is going into danger because of his own actions so long ago and might never return.

Thinking about Glóin, having to come home to his wife in Erebor and tell her their son is facing life-or-death danger for the first time.

Thinking about Elrond, the wise part of him knowing what must be done vs. the paternal part berating himself for sending his beloved foster son into such peril and wondering if he’ll ever be able to look his daughter in the eye again if her fiancé doesn’t come back.

Thinking about Thranduil, finding out that his only child has entered the war with the very same enemy that destroyed his father and 2/3 of his army.

Thinking about Denethor, trying to protect and defend his entire kingdom while constantly wondering why his favorite son still hasn’t come home.

Thinking about all those parents, having to spend month after month with absolutely no idea if they will ever see their sons again.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Never Tried- Thranduil x Half-Dwarf!Reader

Summary: Thranduil has never had someone on top before, reader shows him how much he’ll like it

Word Count: 3, 219

Dwarves seemed to hold certain characteristics that were so different to elves, that Thranduil just couldn’t stand them. Though the war was over, and peace was attempting to be made between the king under the mountain and the king of the woodland realm, it didn’t mean that Thranduil was anymore at peace with three and a half dwarves roaming his kingdom.

Thranduil hadn’t gone for a walk to clear his head in a long time, but with the lingering smell of dwarf around, he thought it the best thing to do.

Gently strolling around the forest, his thoughts surprisingly fell to you. He never intended for this thoughts to so often lead back to you, but it was almost like an uncontrollable pull his mind had. You were part dwarf so there were things about you have found displeased him, but they never seemed to infuriate him like the other dwarves did. On the other hand, you were also part human, so you still held this wonder-filled grace to you that he’d often found in humans.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but lately you came to his thoughts more and more. At first they were pleasant, remembering the way you laughed, the way you corrected Thorin in a meeting, or the way you twirled your hair when you began to become tired after a long day.

You and the other dwarves had been in his kingdom for four days, and every day he found his thoughts of you becoming less and less innocent. If he was being truly honest with himself, perhaps it wasn’t the smell of dwarf that had led him to the forest tonight, perhaps it was just a way to stop himself from desperately rutting into his sheets or hand, to the thought of you.

It seems over these last few days, his innocent thoughts had melded with less than innocent ones. As he thought about your laugh, he also thought about the moans he hears you make when you finally lay your tired body in bed. Correcting Thorin at meetings, turned into the way you might boss him around, tell him how to please you. And the way you twirl your hair, made him wonder how your smaller hands would feel grabbing onto his own hair.

Thranduil became so lost in these thought as he walked, that he fancied he truly did hear your sweet moans. Both breathy and deep grunting moans, with skin sinfully slapping against other skin. He stopped his leisurely strides to close his eyes, thinking he’d begun to go mad.

“Stop it, it’s not real.” He found himself quietly whispering, trying to rub his temples until the intoxicating illusion would leave, but it never did.

It wasn’t until he heard another persons moan did his eyes finally open. Whipping his head up, his eyes honed in on where he heard the mixed sounds of ecstasy comes from.

His strides became longer and more confident as he came closer to the source of the noise. The delicious sounds became louder, the closer he walked, until he saw it.

There you sat, your naked form with an intoxicating sheen of sweat on it, bouncing and grinding on another. He found it hard to break his eyes from your gorgeous body and the way your breasts moved as your body chased its pleasure.

Finally looking down to where your eyes landed, he saw it was one of the dwarf princes you road. His rough hands grabbed at your thighs and breasts, as his ridiculous moustache braids bounced with your movements. He smiled up at you as you rode him, and grabbed at your soft flesh.

Seeing Fili grab at you in such a way filled him with boiling rage. Thranduil can try all he might to lie and say his rage was about the two of you defiling his forest, but really it was rooted in jealousy.

Thranduil wanted you all to himself. He wanted to be the only one to grab at you, the only one you teased as you drew pleasure from his body. Only now did he realise how badly he really wanted you.

His walk began as a way to clear his head of your intoxicating being, but now he begins to walk back, knowing that he can’t avoid those thoughts of you now. He knew the vision of you grinding and bouncing as pleasure-filled moans left your perfect lips would be ingrained into his mind, and he’d have to do something about it if he hoped to get any sleep tonight.

******

Thranduil took long strides to his room at the end of the next day, trying desperately to get away from you. The meeting had felt like it had gone on forever, every time he’d look at you, his body grew desperate and heated. Conversely, every time he looked at Fili, his body filled with rage. Having such strong emotions rattling through him for so long, left him feeling exhausted and in need of some time to himself.

He walked so fast and out of focus that he didn’t even see you in his path, until his body had collided with yours.

Looking down at you, his face stayed in the frown it was set in.

“Watch where you’re going.” He growled as he moved past you swiftly.

“You walked into me!” You defensively called to his fleeting form.

Your comment made him stop in his path. Was he offended you’d speak to him in such a way, or was he maybe a little aroused? He honestly couldn’t tell.

“What did you say?” He asked dangerously as he turned and walked back towards you.

Most people would hear an elvish king use such a tone, and give them such a look that they’d start to break down with apologises and fear, but not you. You stood your ground with your head up high, meeting his challenge. The confidence you held made him crave you even more.

“I said that you walked into me. You should watch where you’re going, your highness.” You fought back against his question, with his formal title being said in a way that was dripping with sarcasm.

“Well why were you standing in the middle of the hallway in the first place?” He asked you, trying to win at this pointless argument.

“Not that it’s any of your business with how rude you’re acting towards me, but if you must know, I’m waiting for Fili.”

At the mention of the dwarf princes name, his body became hot with rage and jealousy once again.

“You truly can not be apart from your love for long can you?” Thranduil asked, with the intent to both tease and actually gauge what your relationship might be.

His question was met with a scoff and a laugh.

“Fili is not ‘my love’. What makes you think he is, Thranduil?”

At hearing you confirm your relationship and say his name, the kings body began to simmer and become warm with need and surprisingly even submission. However, his face still stayed stoic, intending to win an argument he never really wanted to happen.

“Well usually when two people make love in my forest, I assume they are together.” He challenges, as his stoic look turns into a devilish smirk.

Your eyes grow wide and your skin begins to heat with embarrassment as you realise he must have seen you, but being just as stubborn to win this argument as Thranduil was, you quickly compose yourself.

Flirting with the king might not be the best move, but seemed like a fun way to win this argument.

“Are you jealous, Thranduil?” You ask slyly, biting your lip as you move gracefully towards him.

This caught him off guard and his composure began to slip. This was the last way he expected his argument to go, and though he hated to admit it, he loved the way you teased him.

“N-no! Don’t be ridiculous!” He quickly tried to keep his composure.

“Oh come on, Thranduil, don’t get upset with me. How long did you watch for? Did you enjoy it?“ You continue to tease him, now standing before him with your hands upon his chest.

This was all becoming too much, he had to win back power in this situation. He didn’t want you to stop touching him, and he wasn’t going to push you away.

“I watched long enough to see what you were doing. Long enough to know that your lover can not be a real man if he lets you take control in such a way.”

Thranduil was such a liar and a hypocrite. He would let you do anything you wanted to him and he’d thank you for it, but such a comment was all he had to fight back with. Unfortunately his plan didn’t work, and in fact it had the opposite affect. You only grew bolder, as one hand lay on his chest and the other slid to caress the back of his neck.

“Perhaps you think that way because you’ve never tried it. Never had a woman sit upon you and use you for her own pleasure. Perhaps you’re afraid you’d like it too much. Big bad king of the woodland realm giving up all control and losing all composure for a half-dwarven woman, must sound awful just to think of.” You tease as you step even closer to him.

Unfortunately for Thranduil, it didn’t sound awful, it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to control and use him, he wanted to worship you and beg and plead. He was going to get what he wanted, but he wasn’t going to do it easily.

“I’m not one to back away from a challenge. Perhaps you can show me, try your best to get an elf to lose his composure. I am not one to beg or be submissive, so it will be fun to see you try.” He challenged you, trying hard to keep in control, but from the little smirk on your face and the way you bite your lip, he knows you see right through him.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll be by this evening to take care of you. Poor powerful elvish king, wants to be taken care of so badly that he doesn’t even know how to ask.” Lifting on your toes, your lips ghost along the shell of his ear. “When I’m through with you, you won’t be asking, you’ll be begging.” You cheekily tease him, parting from him with a sweet kiss to his neck.

As you break away from him with a giggle, he is left there stunned and extremely aroused.

*****

Meeting in his bedroom gave Thranduil the illusion of having the upper hand. He’s a king, something like this should not fill him with the anxieties it does, and yet he has been pacing his room for the past 20 minutes.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, he hears a knocking from his door. Getting his composure back, he takes a deep breath and straightens up, before opening the door.

Looking down, he sees you in a simple robe, with a cheeky smile plastered on your face. Silently stepping aside, he allows you to enter.

Your eyes roam around the magnificent room as you take it all in. Dwarves styles also have a brilliance to them, but the style of the elves feels almost mystical.

Thranduil simply stands by the door watching you, as if he’s waiting to be given instructions. Once he sees your attention land on the bed, and your eyes fill with mischief, his heart begins to race, from both excitement and anxiety.

As you turn around to face him, Thranduils back straightens, in an attempt to fake confidence. You can see right through his attempts, and your smile widens as you teasingly pull the tie of your robe.

Letting the garment fall open and to the floor, you are left in a gorgeous silk night gown. Whether it was brought with you or given to you by one of his maids, he’s not sure, but he can’t help but stare at you. All composure is lost as his mouth drops open, and his eyes rake over your form.

“You like what you see, Thranduil?” You ask in a sultry voice.

As if drawn in by a trance, his eyes slowly make their way to your mischief-filled ones. He really does try to stay in control, but it’s hopeless and he no longer wants to fight.

“Very much so.” He desperately replies.

With a smirk, you approach him, his eyes watching as your body moves. Standing before him, you press up onto your toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“You know, it would be a lot easier for you to kiss me if you lifted me. Come on, darling, hold me like I know you want to.”

Your teasing and demands should make him mad, but they don’t, if anything they just fill him with more desire. Before his brain can catch up with his body, he does exactly as you say.

A sweet giggle leaves your lips as you’re lifted into his arms. Your hands stay wrapped around his neck as both of his larger hands easily hold you up by the back of your thighs.

Now looking into his eyes up close, you can see how truly filled with desire they are. Without wasting anymore time, you crash your lips against his own, the kiss quickly becoming heated. His hands squeeze desperately at your thighs and ass, as your hands tug at his lovely blonde locks, earning you a desperate moan.

“Bed, Thranduil. Take me to the bed.” You breathlessly order him.

As if moved by a force beyond his control, he quickly carry’s you to his large bed. Surprisingly gracefully, he lays on his back as you straddle his lap.

“You listen to me so well, sweetheart. Are you going to be good and let me ride you? Will you worship me as I deserve?” You question the quivering king below you, your fingers lightly tracing along the side of his strong face.

His eyes close and he lets out a moaning sigh from your touch and the way your hips begin to grind against his growing length.

“Yes, I’ll do anything you ask of me. Just please, please say my name.” He desperately begs you, his hands now roaming over your thighs and ass.

Smiling down at his submission, you begin to lightly trace over the slight skin of his chest that is exposed, leaving him shuddering and keening. He whimpers as you pull his hands from your body, but stops as he sees you pull your night gown over your head.

As you bare your body to him, he can’t help but let out a desperate moan as his hands fly to grab at your form. Though his touch feels amazing against your skin and makes you wish for more, you quickly take his hands and push them to either side of his head. At this new angle, your breasts are perfectly in his face, and he wishes so desperately to lick, kiss and suck them.

“When I let go of your hands, you’ll be good for me and take off your clothes. Do you understand, Thranduil?” You whisper against his lips, barely even touching them.

At the sound of his name and the way you tease him, he can’t help but moan out his reply.

“I’ll be good for you.”

He sounded so desperate and pathetic that it made your body tingle with need.

“Good boy.” You sweetly encourage as you gently kiss his lips.

The moment you sit up and release his arms, Thranduil is quick to follow your orders. With surprisingly delicacy and speed, he manoeuvres you around his body as he rids himself of his clothes.

Feeling your bare skin pressed against his makes his eyes flutter shut and a moan to leave his mouth. His hands come up to rub along your hips and thighs as he unknowingly begins to grind against you.

“Mmhmmm, making you feel that good and you’re not even inside me yet.” You gently tease, as you take one of his large hands and bring his fingers into your mouth.

Sucking on two of his fingers, his eyes fly open to enjoy the provocative show above him. Taking his fingers from your mouth, you slowly lead them down to where you need him most.

“Feel how wet I am, Thranduil. That’s all for you.” You gently coo as you begin to grind against him.

With one hand holding onto his wrist, the other begins to stroke his impressive length. He was definitely much bigger than anyone you’d ever slept with, but with how wet you were and how good he was already making you feel, you tried not to worry about it.

Pulling your hand away from his length and his away from your heat, he almost lets out a whimper, before he realised what you were doing.

“You want me badly, don’t you, Thranduil? Want to fill me up and let me use you? Let me hear you beg, sweet king.” You sweetly order, rubbing your wetness against his length, as one of your hands rests on his chest.

“Please, y/n! Please I need you so badly, my lovely goddess. I-aa-aaahh.” His pleads are promptly cut off as you begin to slide him inside of you.

You both let out desperate moans as you begin to sink down. It takes a little while and sweet caresses and words from Thranduil before you’ve sunk all the way down, but once you do, you waste no time placing your hands on his chest and beginning to grind against him.

His hands can’t seem to decide where to grab at, as they roam over your breasts, waist, hips, thighs and ass. Stroking and caressing every bit of skin he can while you grind and hump against him.

Your shared moans fill the room as both of your movements become more heated and desperate.

It’s not long before the dynamic is totally changed. You are no longer using Thranduil for your pleasure, you are now both working in sync with one another, staring into each others eyes as the pleasure in both of you begins to build.

“I-I’m close.” Thranduil moans out breathily.

“Me too! Gonna cum around your cock so hard!” You loudly moan out as you begin to rub your clit, needing that little bit more of stimulation.

“Aaa-ah! Cum with me, Thranduil!” You loudly moan as you feel a wave of euphoria wash over you.

Mere seconds after you, Thranduil is grabbing at your hips and rutting into you as he finishes inside you with a moan.

Breathing heavily, your body collapses onto Thranduils chest, his hands instinctively caressing your sides and back, as he peppers kisses along your head.

You both felt completely relaxed as Thranduil continued to stroke your body and your hair, feeling at peace with one another.

“Would you like me to lift you to the bath? We can clean up and you can stay here tonight.” He sweetly and gently offers.

“That sounds lovely.” You smile sweetly at him with tired eyes.

[thelittletobsterthatcould]

Really loving the idea of Bilbo / Fem!Thorin rn guys. I’ve drafted three one shots of this and all of them are Bilbo being like “My wife is so hot and cute and such a powerful boss babe queen and I’m her consort and I will love her softly and adore her with every fiber of my being and make sure she knows how my heart beats only for her always until the unmaking of the world and if we are separated by our afterlives I will find a way to reunite with her in and hold her again. I will watch her hair turn gray, thin and fall out and kiss her forehead even when it’s rotted and melting off her skull even if she can’t remember me.” (AKA he just really loves his wife (me too Bilbo, me too))

And Thorin is feeling mildly uncomfortable about being loved so softly because she’s been a child soldier three times now, fought discrimination and hardship as a leader. She is a trained warrior and queen, not someone who is looked at fondly like Bilbo does. But with Bilbo she gets to embrace her long since buried femininity, wear the frilly dresses she dreamed of wearing as a child, be cherished and be held by Bilbo while he feeds her grapes and sweets with her head in his lap. So she’s like “This man will call me his garden the way he plants his seed in me, and I will give him as many children as possible bc my god he’s so soft and so fucking hot” (AKA she really loves her husband)

And both of them are mutually so in love with each other and cannot keep their hands off of each other. (They use this to make Thranduil uncomfortable—Bard doesn’t mind bc he’ll say like ‘oh my wife and I were like that once it’s fine lol’ when Thrandy is like ‘this is G R O S S!!!!’)

In conclusion they are my babies and I love them

[raider-k]

All aboard the party elk!! Let’s go!!!

Calling Team Thranduil..!

We've got a new member in our Thranduil family, @pinkunicorn1701 ! Please give her a follow and build her profile up a little bit 😊 Let her know what a Thranduil welcome feels like x

[abardnamedreginald]

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[sillylotrpolls]

(Context below the poll.)

The First Age began with the Awakening of the Elves in Middle-earth. The gods weren't expecting them so soon, so the (already fully grown) elves just sort of stared at the stars for a while. Eventually, most of them (but not all) moved to Valinor, but then a bunch moved back to Middle-earth for reasons that involve an elf getting mad at the gods for wanting his shiny rocks.

The elves that moved back at this time were the Noldor, distinct from the Sindar, who had never left at all. Legolas and Thranduil are (mostly) Sindarian. Anyway, the First Age ended with the gods finally getting fed up and going full apocalypse on Middle-earth.

During the Second Age, a bunch of the Noldor moved back to Valinor, but many stayed, mostly in Rivendell with Elrond or Lothlorien with Galadriel. The Second Age ends with a big battle against Sauron (seen in flashbacks in the LotR movies).

During the Third Age, the remaining Noldor continue to leave. Sam and Frodo encounter such a group on their way to the Havens to get on a boat in the beginning of Fellowship of the Ring.

The Fourth Age (The "Age of Men") starts with Aragorn being crowned King of Gondor. You probably saw the relevant movie. A couple years into this age, Elrond and Galadriel leave for Valinor along with Frodo, Bilbo, and Gandalf. The few remaining Noldor leave within a century or so on the Last Ship. (Note: this is why Legolas, being Sindarian and also hanging around waiting for his friends to die before he leaves, has to build his own boat.)

There is no information about any other Ages, but there is a prophecy that eventually Sauron's old boss Morgoth will return and that will trigger Middle-earth Ragnarok. The dwarves have been promised by their creator god that at this time, they will help rebuild the world ("Arda Remade").

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Since a lot of people enjoyed the "Legolas bluescreening" joke in my Boromir post, have some further Fun Elf Lore from the books:

Even aside from the reality-bending stuff Galadriel and Elrond can do with their rings, elves casually disregard the laws of physics all the time. Legolas stands (and runs!) without sinking in snow that's chest-deep for Aragorn and Boromir. Elves can also sleep -or at least, gain the same benefits- while walking upright, an ability Legolas taps into several times while chasing the orcs that kidnapped Merry and Pippin.

Middle Earth used to be flat: you could sail west from the coast by the Shire and eventually hit the Undying Lands. Due to a long story of hubris, the gods got pissed and said "Fuck this, *unflats your earth*" and made the world a globe. Elves, however, were broadly exempted from this rule, which is both why they can still sail to the Undying Lands when no one else can and why they have such incredibly keen vision: they can ignore petty human concerns like "there's a horizon in the way" when sighting in on something.

The distinction between elf groups is broadly a matter of academic degree. Middle Earth was created via a Very Large Choir, which foretold the coming of Elves and Men (not dwarves: I'll get to that in a minute) but left the gods with a terribly long wait time until things actually happened. When Elves did finally show up, the gods were ecstatic and invited them all to hang out. The elves that went to the Undying Lands learned magic and wonders beyond mortal comprehension at the feet of Valar, which makes them automatically wiser and more powerful than the elves who loved Middle Earth more and never left. Basically, they went to Elf Uni and got a diploma while everyone else stayed home.

Galadriel was born and raised in the Undying Lands, and Elrond has a doctorate by descent, as does Arwen. No one from Mirkwood ever went to Elf Uni, which may partially explain why Thranduil is Like That.

"Wait why are the smart elves back in Middle Earth if they moved overseas?" A) Not all of them did come back and B) those that left the Undying Lands did so because Feanor involved them in a property dispute so big the Simarillion got named after it.

Who is Feanor, you ask? Feanor was an elf from the Undying Lands who made the shiniest bangingest blinging-est jewels to ever exist, and when they got stolen by Sauron's precursor/old boss Morgoth, he swore an oath to bind his entire line to the act of dire vengeance and dragged half the elven population of the Undying Lands back to Middle Earth after him in search of said gems. Morgoth also killed Feanor's dad on the way out after robbing him, but the patricide is mostly an afterthought to He Stole My Rocks!!!

If the elves of Middle Earth are involved with a non-Sauron-based conflict (and sometimes even when they are) there is a 98% chance that it is somehow, ancestrally, indirectly, the fault of Feanor and That Goddamn Oath. Except Mirkwood's beef with the Lonely Mountain -that's one of the sole outliers.

One of the first Elf-Men encounters was Galadriel's brother Finrod deciding that the best way to greet this new race was by sneaking into a warcamp full of sleeping humans and playing a harp solo to assure them of his harmlessness. This is objectively batshit, but it did in fact work, so Nat 20 for him I guess. He later died after being captured by Sauron; he was mortally wounded while fighting a werewolf in defense of a friend, which he managed to kill naked and weaponless. Another Nat 20, RIP.

Dwarves and elves tend to dislike each other due to Ancestral Curse of Thinking You Have Bad Vibes. Back during the long wait for sentient beings to show up, the smith god Mahal (Aulë to the elves) got impatient and made the seven dwarf lords. When Eru politely if frigidly asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, Mahal humbly explained that the wait was taking forever and he craved people to infodump at teach who shared his love of crafting. Eru felt that that was fair enough and accepted dwarves into the universal family, but added in admonition that "Since they're adopted, they and my eldest aren't going to get along. Also you have to put them back in a hole and wait for the elves to show up because you can't just jump the queue like that."

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Elvenking Boss.

All aboard the party elk!!

Thranduil : you know Kelly Clarkson once said "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and I've realized I don't wanna be stronger anymore bitch. I am tired of being stronger. So whatever's trying to kill me, if you could just do it already. That'd be so great

Sauron on Mirkwood : I'M TRYING BITCH!!!

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I really miss all you LOTR fics, what about a dark Mob boss Thranduil &/or dark mob boss Thorin??

I miss my Tolkien boys all the time. Not that it always factors in but I'm like scared of writing and seeing only two likes and nothing else haha. But I'm def open to it. They make perfect enemies.