#Thranduil rp

[wowstrawberrycow]

Roleplaying starter!⬇️

Elrond x Thranduil- modern AU similar to real world- raising little Legolas and Elrond's kids together

❌🎀18+ only! No Minors🎀❌

Warnings- PTSD dreaming, Death, Burn victim, Crossdressing, Dollification, Violence, Character trauma, Witch hunt, Discrimination trauma, LGBT discrimination trauma, Soft BDSM Lifestyle, Daddy/doll, Daddy kink, Hurt and comfort, Caregiver/doll

Hit me up if you're interested in this! This an emotional ride y'all!

Roleplay with me!💞 My starter for the story is right here!🥰⬇️

His heart ruptured and his battered face screamed upon having his soul ripped apart. Though, for all his screeching the deafening sound fell on no one. Discordant was his voice. Tears poured from his eyes. He remembered not what had wailed from his bleeding lips that were cut with his own teeth, save for the agonizing affliction that plagued his heart. Grotesque viscera splattered across his room. What little remains of his lover were scattered here and there in the soft flicker of the dying hearth. Freezing charges of death shocked straight through to his core. He had only just been aware of the bloodied stones that littered the floor and then the evidence of a cursed creature who seemed to be deliberately let loose inside his once lovely home. Thranduil collapsed, howling at the sight of one of his lovers' partially eaten limbs beside where he sat. His wrenching stomach could not handle the sight, thus its contents were sprayed across the floor. Then a new dawning of terror fell into his eyes.

“MY BABY! WHERE’S MY BABY!” his blood curdling squeal could be heard outside his home. He feared the worst. “ LEGOLAS! WHERE’S MY LITTLE LEAF! I NEED MY BABY!” Scrambling to his feet made no difference, but still he wrangled himself against the men who inevitably restrained him.Drawing each of his swords he cut them down one by one valiantly with tears streaming down his disturbed face. “WHERE’S MY BABY GODDAMNIT!” he screamed fighting for his elflings life. His sight soon faded.

With half lidded eyes he had felt hash splintered remains of pine at the pads of his fingers. A breeze caught itself against Thranduil’s naked body. Jeering of a taunting crowd surrounded him.He clearly was no longer in his cell of burning iron bars. His trial was swift as they usually were in those days. Though he wasn’t sure why they tried him when his lover was murdered with none. Perhaps it was because Thranduil was born a male? Those born outside of that demographic were not so lucky. His husband was one such soul. He was cursed to live a lie existing as a female. His only grace that came from that wretched body was now lost. Thranduil’s pride and joy was likely murdered that night too. It was then that sparks flew. The bittersweet smell of oak and pines combusted at an agonizing pace. The crackle of snapping twigs echoed through his ears like cannon blasts. For the moment he had no time to weep as his breath was stolen by evil relentless smoke. That soon changed. Rising flames reached his body, melting his skin away like butter. Inaudible screams erupted from his throat. His vision blackened.

Blindness took him, once moving he let out a loud yelp of pain. An infant's cry fired off. “Legolas! My baby! Is that my baby!?” Thranduil thrashed, feeling pain over take him into exhaustion. “WHERE’S MY SWEET BABY BOY!” the man cried loudly.

“I’ve got him. He’s right here. Hold still. You have to hold still. He’s safe I promise.” Elrond spoke urgently, pinning the invalid Thranduil down. He drew Legolas closer to his mother’s hand.

Thranduil felt around for the innocent little love then grabbed his tiny hand. “ I swear, I will not ever let anything like this happen to you. For as long as I breathe I will keep you safe little one.”

Thranduil’s eyes shot open from fitful slumber with sweat pouring from his entire self. His silken sheet stuck to his body causing unsettling shivers to creep over his skin. With darting eyes he desperately attempted to catch his breath when he sat up to finally see he was sitting in his room. He closed his eyes, pushing his hands down into the cushion of his hybrid mattress. The comfort of his modern setting did little for his heavy heart. Nights had always proven difficult for him to deal with since those days. The darkness felt like a desolate void ready to devour. Peering into the nothingness around him caused his breath to hitch. He touched his scared face with hyperventilating breaths. Gasping in panic he scrambled for the light. Devouring darkness was finally banished along with the ill things dwelled there: such as despair, haunting reflections, and crippling doubt.

His tightened chest threatened his breathing. Shallow breaths blurred his vision. Scampering to the shower he allowed the water to cleanse his body of sweat. With careful precision he was able to focus just enough to regain the glamor that concealed his past. With an aching need to feel beautiful he raided his hidden makeup drawers and large walk in closet. Seeking a way to separate him from ugly truths in his life he administered gorgeous makeup of sweet glittery pinks over his eyes, perfect winged liner, fanned lashes and burgundy lips. After dressing in a silky pale pink nightgown he felt nothing. He stared at his reflection for what seemed like an eternity, deeply needing something. What it was, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he needed it. While he eyed his phone he remembered his rules. With tapping feet and trembling fingers he sat waiting. He toiled with spaghetti straps and the gown's lacy edging while he quickly sent a text to his Lover.

Thrandy💄- Daddy.... I'm feeling it again... I've tried dealing with it alone, but I can't this time. I even followed your instructions....

Daddy ✨- I'm sorry you're dealing with that again dear. Sit yourself by the door and I'll be right over. Give me a call if you feel like doing something you'll regret.

Thrandy💄- Yes Daddy.

Broken out of his foreboding thoughts, he gasped hearing his phone finally buzz.

Daddy✨ - I'm at the door sweetie.

Thranduil dashed as quickly as he could, reaching for the door. Upon seeing Elrond standing there in front of him he bent down clinging to the man. Thranduil stammered uncharacteristically with shaking shoulders, "I tried ... I really did... I'm sorry for dragging you out here in the middle of the night. You didn't have to... I know it's late..." his breath hitched seemingly causing ripples that spread through his body. His limbs began to tremble as his eyes still glazed over with gruesome visions of his past. ”Please rescue me…. Like you did that day…Rescue me…”

[smaugthcgolden]

OPEN RP | Muse: Thranduil

It was just as he feared. The darkness that he had been trying to keep away from his lands, from his people, it was slowly approaching. Every day did it draw closer, and he could feel the walls of his very chambers bend with a terrible ache. The winds above were harsher, and the trees shook and swayed. Smoke was more prominent, and the scent of it filled their lungs whenever they stepped outside their walls.

  “This cannot be...”

[saephrond]

Welcome to Frostbluff. Home of the annual Yule Festival.

YULE. A winter's festival of feasting and great merriment, of gift-giving and bonding. As turns the new year, the season proclaims that all is not lost, even in the times of Death and Shadow. It is a joyous midwinter celebration observed far from my home in the woodlands, to the west where dwell the great peoples of Eriador.

[synfulscript]

Lindon Evening Banquet by Roberto F. Castro

. · ˚ ✧ ★ 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 ★ ✧ ˚ · .

INTRODUCTION.

Hello! I am Syn. I have a little over a decade of writing and role-playing experience under my belt.​ As a role play partner, I would consider myself passionate, communicative, enthusiastic, and friendly.​

⋆ My writing style is advanced literate/descriptive novella and I typically write in the third person, past and present tense.​ I write anywhere from a paragraph (5+ sentences) to multiple paragraphs, and I will generally match my partner's posts.​ The word count for my replies typically sits between 400 and 900 words, but may at times exceed beyond this range.​ 

⋆ M x F is preferred pairing-wise, and the gender of my character is of little consequence to me, as I am comfortable writing both sides of the coin. I am LGBTQ+ friendly​.

THE SEARCH.

With that out of the way, I should mention that this ad is strictly for LOTR/Tolkien-verse RP. Yes, I have read the Silmarillion. I am not super interested in touching Rings of Power content.

EXPECTATIONS.

⋆ I will under no circumstances write with anyone under the age of 18. Minors do not interact.

⋆ Communication is a plus, I like to be in the loop. I will do my best to inform you if, for whatever reason, I cannot reply for a period of time. I expect a role-play partner to do the same. Real life always comes first! I am pretty flexible regarding RP partner availability and reply frequency.​

⋆ I will not respond to anything shorter than 5 sentences as I need something to work off of in order to maintain and foster my muse. Minimal grammar/spelling mistakes please. That being said, I will not have an aneurysm if you make mistakes.​

⋆ I prefer writing in discord. For the sake of my (and your) sanity, I request that we create a discord server for our role play in order to maintain some sense of organization.​

⋆ Please collaborate with me! Approach me with any ideas/questions/concerns and we can work something out. I love to brainstorm, as well as create and share head-canons, one-shots, playlists, edits, and aesthetics.​

⋆ My work will often contain mature themes; As such, I expect to be made aware of any and all triggers so that I may be conscious and respectful of them. Do not be afraid to advocate for yourself.​

⋆ Plot over porn. I am more than willing to write explicit content, but I prefer to go with what feels natural for the characters and the flow of the story, and work it in that way rather than slapping in sex scenes willy nilly.. I generally sit within the 80/20 to 70/30 story to smut ratio range.​

⋆ I will allow power play if specifics are discussed beforehand. I will never endeavor to control your character without your explicit permission.​

⋆ I prefer original characters to have some sort of character sheet that I can review in order to get to know them, accompanied with some sort of realistic visual reference (realistic art or picture.)

PAIRINGS I'M LOOKING FOR.

⋆ Lord of Rivendell (Elrond Peredhel) x Celebrían (Or Original Female Character) (Elf)

⋆ The Elvenking (Thranduil Son of Oropher) x Original Female Character (Elf) Send me a message if interested!

[thedivaking]

Following the war against Sauron and the destruction of the One Ring, the hobbit, Samwise Gamgee, returned to the Shire with Frodo Baggins, eager to reunite with his family and bring peace to their homes. However, as time passed, Sam noted the subtle changes in his friend. The burden of the Ring left Frodo's mind fraught with scars that seemed to deepen with each passing day. By the wound that marked his shoulder and the memories of his quest, Frodo had become plagued by vivid dreams and haunting memories, by a festering pain that bade him sleepless nights and deafening screams.

Amidst the Wilderland, where the air was crisp and laden with the scent of winter-blessed oak, the same hobbit from the Shire with a heart full of courageousness and a selfless endeavour, set off with Legolas towards the northern Halls of King Thranduil.

Rumors spoke of an ancient magic and a chance for healing at the wood king's hand. Sam's pursuit would lead him through dense forests and treacherous terrain, first through Rivendell and then to Lothlorien, until he found himself at the edge of Thranduil's realm. Through the sprawling woodlands Sam and Legolas navigated, their footsteps muffled by a carpet of freshly fallen leaves and a soft blanket of snow. As they ventured farther north, the landscape transformed into a captivating tapestry of nature's wonders. Enormous trees with twisted branches stood tall, their gnarled roots sinuously weaving about the forest floor. The song of unseen birds echoed through the air, harmonizing with the duo's footfall and the light chorus of running water in an untamed beauty known only within these trees. Although unfamiliar with the secrets hidden within these woods, Sam felt a stirring anticipation and an unmistakable connection to the pulse of the land. Each step the hobbit took was fueled by the hope that the ever elusive Elvenking held the ability to save his friend.

But even through her healing and restoration, the great forest had become even more foreboding after the War of the Ring as remnants of Sauron's influence had sought refuge within her shadowed corners. Sam clutched the phial of Galadriel, a gift from the Lady of Lothlorien, to his chest, seeking solace in the eerie stillness of Sauron's aftermath.

Soon thereafter, trees adorned with silver and gold ornaments welcomed them, and a soft, radiant glow emanated from countless lanterns suspended among the branches. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of evergreen boughs and festive spices that hinted at the season's celebrations. And the Wood Elves, with their welcoming grace, emerged from the shadows to greet Sam and their Prince. In garments woven in threads of starlight, they led Sam into Thranduil's Halls, a daunting cavern that had been transformed into a haven of warmth and merriment. Yule decorations furnished every corner, and the sound of laughter blended with the melodious tunes of festive songs familiar to Sam's kin.

King Thranduil did not traditionally partake in the celebrations of Yuletide as men or hobbits did. His people held their own customs and festivals deeply rooted in the ancient traditions of their Elven nature. None of which included decorated trees or hand-painted ornaments. But upon a spruce adorned with lights and tinsel, Thranduil found himself fixated. The twinkling bulbs brought forth to mind the starlight that filtered through the leaves of his realm. The colorful ornaments intrigued him with their detailed designs, setting in him an appreciation for the artistry involved in creating such fragile decorations. The crafts, handmade and heartfelt, most resonated with him as they were made with care and thought. The season's themes of camaraderie, goodwill, and the triumph of hope over darkness aligned with the elves' desire for harmony and served as a reflection of the enduring spirit of Middle-Earth. His kingdom would always welcome a stranger as though they were an old friend.

Samwise took a moment to gather his courage. With a respectful nod, he lifted his eyes to the Elvenking. "Your Majesty, King Thranduil," he began, bowing slightly to convey his respect. "I can't express how grateful I am for the kindness you’ve shown me. It's a right beautiful realm you've got here. But I've come with a heavy heart and a plea, for Mister Frodo Baggins, my dearest friend."

"The burden of the Ring has left wounds…wounds that go beyond what any herb or medicine can heal. I've heard tell of the ancient magic of these woods. The kind that can mend not just the body, but the spirit, too. I reckon, Your Majesty, that Mister Frodo needs healing, and I can't think of a better place to find it than in your company."

Thranduil listened until the hobbit was finished, his expression bearing a depth of understanding.

"Samwise Gamgee," he spoke with a measured grace. "I sense a purity and determination in your heart. The condition of Frodo Baggins is well known to me. And an owed debt to his cousin, Bilbo, shall be taken into consideration. The season speaks of renewal, of light in the dark. The healing of the spirit is a delicate matter, but any chance for such shall be explored."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your kindness means the world to me and Mister Frodo. We’ll be forever in your debt."

Thranduil offered a subtle smile. "In matters of healing and of the soul and mind, little hobbit, debts are not measured in gold but in your actions which forge the future of this world."

Sam nodded, and with gratitude returned to the celebration held in honor of his arrival.

The King remained an attentive observer to the mirthful scene, as elves danced gleefully beneath the twinkling lights and joyous melodies filled the air. Green and scarlet decor filled the room, and the crackling of countless hearths cast a homeliness over the exchanging of gifts, feasting and drinking. Thranduil's thoughts lingered on Sam's earnest plea and the determination that filled the young hobbit. He admired the unyielding loyalty to Frodo and the gentleness of his spirit.

'In the pursuit of healing, we find the strength to mend not only the wounds of the past, but also to forge a future where the light of hope outshines the Shadow.' Thranduil mused quietly to himself, his gaze fixed upon all who celebrated. Despite what had come of the age, there, in the midst of the coldest Winter, a glimmer of hope emerged -- for it seemed that the spirit of Yule brought joy to a world scarred by Sauron's darkness and a renewed faith that Middle-Earth would yet endure once more.

Writer's Notes:

Mirkwood had been renamed by Celeborn and Thranduil to Eryn Lasgalen ( or The Wood of Greenleaves ) after the defeat of Sauron, which is why I didn’t refer to it as such in this piece.

This is part of a new series I’ll be working on. We know Frodo was stabbed by a Morgul blade and never healed from it, but Sam is determined to help him. As well, we know this won’t happen, and Frodo eventually leaves for The Undying Lands. However, I thought it would be nice to kind of combine some of my ideas into a whole story. So, this Yule piece takes place while Sam is in Eryn Lasgalen, and is Thranduil’s attempt at making him feel at home. Soon, I’ll do one about the yule log ( in honour of Emerys ). Sidenote: Thranduil and his people are said to be some of the most hospitable in Middle-Earth ( even in regard to prisoners ), so adopting holiday traditions upon receiving a visitor from the Shire, especially one who knew Bilbo Baggins, is something he would very much do ( at least, in my own portrayal ).

[malachite-wishes2]

✨🍁 The Hobbit RP🍁✨

Hey! My name is May (23F-She/Her) I recently got a lot more time to rp and I’m currently looking for a rp about The Hobbit trilogy, I prioritize your comfort and don’t ever expect fast replies. I can write anywhere from just a few paragraphs to the max character limit (with nitro) if we had a rp before and you’re still interested please interact too <3

Seeking: Someone 18+ who would be willing to write Fili for my character. I’m an experienced Thranduil, Legolas, Thorin and Kili. I prefer to write MxF. (I’m also NSFW friendly)

I love to double up and absolutely love investing in your oc! I also can do CCxCC, I’m looking for someone to vibe with and write some great stories together. If you’re interested don’t hesitate to like this ad and or reach out.

My time zone is: PST

I prefer to rp on discord/tumblr messages

[underneaththefloor]

IM LOOKING FOR

The Hobbit Roleplay with the L/O of Thranduil but is very flexible and able to move around !

I am able to play anyone and can divy everything up

[anothershirehobbit]

Looking for an RP!

I'm not new to RPing but I've never roleplayed on Tumblr before except for a few short ones in other fandoms, so if anyone is looking for a Hobbit RP then feel free to message me! (I'd prefer to keep the RPs in messages for now since I'm new to this side of Tumblr)

I'm open to playing different characters, I'd love to explore different ships and not just Bilbo x Thorin (but of course also happy to RP them) Canon era, modern AU or other AUs are all welcome!

Some characters I'm looking for/willing to play, but happy to hear other ideas too, any ship with these characters either with each other or someone not mentioned would be great:

Bilbo Thorin Elrond Thranduil Legolas Bard Bofur

[blooodwyrm]

hotd server looking for more writers !

hello ! i am here to find new rp partners to join our hotd centered 16+ discord server ! we have twelve members so far, each with multiple muses - canon and oc - from game of thrones, a song of ice and fire books and house of the dragon. our server is open for any kind of fantasy characters as long as they would fit in the theme. ( we even have a small group of tolkienverse, marvel & dc characters ) . besides the human muses, we have a lot of dragon ones - the only difference from the show is that they have the ability to shapeshift into a human form .

we write in brackets, such as : [ ] and lit, depending on what the writers prefer at the given moment . please mind that every writer has their personal writing style ! we base our characters on both the show and books, and of course, headcanons !

to make things easier, we do not accept doubles, but after communicating , you can possibly take over someone else's muse . we're currently lacking important members such as RHAENYRA , JACAERYS , AEGON , AEMOND , BAELA , RHAENYS

we are a lgbt+ safe space of course !

come join our server where you’re able to, bring as many ocs as you want, play around with your favorite canon characters, and be involved in a fun community full of people with various interests including the occasional gaming session !

anyone interested — please reply or dm !

[wowstrawberrycow]

Does anyone else ship them????? Please let me know!

to anyone wanting to RP Thranduil and elrond please hit me up!😃

I need to ship them with someone so hard right now!!!!!

Moo~Moo~🍓🐄

I'd love to plot with you!🎀

[smaugthcgolden]

OPEN RP | Muse: Thranduil

“Did you think that I would not notice you sneaking around?”

[gentle-healers-hand]

"Ada look, look! Can she play with us? Please? Pretty please?" little prince begged his father, who had a hard time resisting the puppy eyes of his only son. "I'm not sure if she would like to, she could get her beautiful dress ruined, yonya nín," Thranduil spoke softly, before straightening. "But....! But-" "Hush, my little Leaf." the king gently reprimanded. "Our apologies, Lady Valya. We didn't mean to disturb your rest," he nodded his head towards the knight.

@valyabrethil

[forlornprodigy]

/ if you've been wondering where i've been.... i binged watched the hobbit. i have a major crush on thranduil. and legolas. mostly thranduil.

[sensiblechucklemonthly]

I super miss RPing online. Remember AIM? Livejournal? Sigh. Those were the days. I played everything from mafia bosses to fairies. 

Is Tumblr RP hard to learn? It looks hard to learn...

[lyrieuxsicons]

Who? // : Thranduil From? // : The Hobbit Amount? // : 517 Size? // : 100 x100 px

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[vigorous-king-of-spring]

"My lord, you have been training for so long today. Why not relax a bit?" @nahtaro-son-of-finwe

"So long?" Thranduil paused and checked the sun, hanging low above the horizon. "Hmm...still not long enough, friend. I would like to continue. Maybe you would like to join me?" he asked. He was so, so fed up with constant reports of spiders returning again and again.

@nahtaro-son-of-finwe