#Yandere! Thranduil

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

How do you think a Yandere Thranduil would react to his lover walking around in his robes but nothing else?

Disclaimer: I'm totally and utterly confused when it comes to Deres. Please bear with me.

As for your ask:

Warnings: Yandere Thranduil | Manipulation/Obsessive/Controlling behavior | NSFW | Minors DNI 

He cannot get enough of it. He has fantasized about seeing his lover in his robes and nothing but his robes. When he sees them walking out wearing his silks, he obsessively follows their every move, convincing them to stay in those robes for as long as he desires.  He will use flattery and sweet talk to influence his lover to remain like that.

Of course, no one else can see his lover like this. He will keep his S/O in their chambers and lock the doors to make sure no one can see them in his robes. If they think he is being overprotective or going too far, then he will convince them that his way is the best. They are his, such a sight should only be for his eyes and his eyes. Again flattery and sweet talk are used on his lover.

When they change and leave his robes behind, he will take those robes and inhale his lover's scent, conjuring all sorts of intimate scenarios and sexual fantasies, and how to convince them to agree. Sometimes he might rut against said robes while fantasizing about his lover and what he plans on doing with them when they return.

[floatyflowers]

Yandere husband Thranduil (Romantic) x Reader wife pregnant for the second time x Yandere son Legolas (Platonic)

Very Thanks ♥︎

"I'm pregnant" you announce in a cheery tone to your son, Legolas, who is shocked by the news as he never expected to have a younger sibling.

Coming to think of it, he is already an adult, 2900+ years old to be exact, so it's indeed a shocker to him.

But it made him jealous at the idea of having a younger sibling which will take all of your attention.

He didn't expect to leave with the fellowship and return back to find you pregnant.

"Is there something wrong, my love?" you ask him, gently placing your hand on his cheek, while the other hand is placed on your bump.

"No, I'm extremely happy, and I can't wait for the baby to be born, Naneth (mother)"

You smile, pulling your son into a hug, causing him to hug you back.

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"Can I know why you decided to impregnate Neneth when your marriage is on the edge of collapsing, father?"

Thranduil smiles at his furious son, as he descended down the stairs of his throne, holding a cup filled with the finest Elvish wine.

"War is over and the ring has been destroyed, what is a better way to fix our marriage than to have a child"

"So, you decided to trap her with you?"

Thranduil moves a strand of his son's hair behind his shoulder as he stares directly into his son's eyes, smirking.

"You wouldn't be standing right here now if I didn't use this technique on her the first time"

[gulnarsultan]

Thranduil: I believe in free will. Everyone has the freedom to make their own choices.

Fairy Reader: So I can leave with the dwarves?

Thranduil: No, dear.

Fairy Reader: But you just said that.

Thranduil: I meant everyone but you.

Fairy Reader: That's not fair.😠

[queenstarlight2]

A terrible day in heaven

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (816 words) summery: Elrond and Thranduil agree to share you credits to this post and creator part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

It was a calm and peaceful day in Rivendell, people were drinking tea in the garden, elves were making idle conversation, and the twins were causing trouble. It was a perfectly normal day in Rivendell but for Thranduil and Elrond this day was made for agreement, for an advantage, for a shared desire. 

The air in Elrond's private chambers felt thick with tension as Thranduil and Elrond sat on plush couches, gazing into the fire that crackled in the fireplace. The soft light of the flames danced over their faces, casting fleeting shadows on the walls.

Thranduil turned to Elrond and spoke, "She belongs to us, does she not?"

Elrond met Thranduil's gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "Yes, she does. But we must be careful. She is breakable and fragile. We must not scare her away."

Thranduil nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. "I know. We cannot rush this, or we risk losing her forever."

But despite his words, the yearning in his eyes betrayed his impatience.

Elrond leaned back against the cushions and ran his hand through his hair, his voice tight with frustration. "But how long can we wait? I feel my desire growing stronger every moment we don't have her in our arms."

Thranduil's eyes darkened, the possessive fire within him burning brighter at Elrond's words. "I feel the same. The thought of her being with someone else, of her heart being claimed by another..."

Thranduil and Elrond both grew quiet as they thought about the object of their desire, the fire in the fireplace casting an almost romantic glow over the room.

Thranduil spoke quietly changing the subject  "She is breathtaking. Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen in any human. And by elven standards, she would be considered very desirable."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his eyes distant as he recalled her face in his mind. "Yes, she is unlike any other human. There is a grace about her that I cannot describe. And her beauty... it is simply captivating. I find myself drawn to her in a way that I never have been before."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his own need for the girl growing stronger by the day. "Yes, she is. We cannot allow anyone else to have her. We have to make sure she knows that she is meant to be with us."

Elrond's hand ran through his hair again, a nervous habit he had developed in the days since they had first seen the girl. "But how do we convince her? She's young and naïve. What if she doesn’t understand our desires?"

Thranduil nodded agreeing he soon spoke "That is a valid concern. We don't want her to feel manipulated. But we also can't just go up to her and confess our feelings."

Elrond nodded and responded "No, that would likely scare her off. We need to take things slowly. Ease her into the idea of being with both of us."

Thranduil and Elrond sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts before Thranduil spoke up. "We must figure out how this is going to work."

Elrond nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, we need to discuss the terms of our agreement. How we will share her, and what our expectations are."

Thranduil stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racing as he thought about how to approach the situation. Thranduil spoke, "We should make sure she understands that we both care for her and that we will both be an important part of her life.”

Elrond responds to him "Yes, I agree. We should also make sure that she knows that neither of us will try to dominate her or make her choose between us. We both have a claim on her, and she will have a claim on us as well."

Thranduil stopped and faced Elrond, his expression intense. "We must be careful to avoid jealousy between us. We should always be open and communicate clearly with each other about our feelings."

Elrond nodded again, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes, I agree. But it won't be easy. We are both already possessive of her. The thought of her being with you, when I want her, is already difficult to bear."

Both men were silent for a moment, the weight of their situation heavy in the air. Thranduil finally spoke up, his voice more solemn than before "I think we have covered everything for now. We have agreed to share her and to be careful not to let our jealousy and possessiveness get the best of us. Is there anything else we should discuss?"

Elrond shook his head, his expression thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. We just need to make sure we keep our word and treat her with the love and care she deserves."

With a nod of agreement, the two men rose from their seats and walked to the door.

Thranduil looked at Elrond his voice quiet "Then I think we are done for now. We will talk again soon?" Elrond nodded "Yes, soon."

They left the room, each lost in their thoughts as they both quietly contemplated their plan to share the girl they had both fallen for.

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[sharararararara]

Hello. Please write for more yandere/dark Thranduil.

DARK THRANDUIL HCS

-Say bye to your freedom, because you ain't getting it back honey.

-You have a lover? Too bad, Thranduil killed him.

-You hate him? Don't worry, he will fuck you until you say that you love him(and he knows if you mean it or not.)

-You're a mortal? Don't worry, he will find a way for you to be bound to him forever.

Did someone hurt you? The next morning they're dead.

-The guards looked at you? Looks like their eyes are gone, I wondered what happened?

-You escaped? He has already sent a thousand of his men looking for you(and don't think you can escape again, he will make sure you won't.)

-Buys dresses for you everyday.

-You like something? Looks like he bought it, lucky you.

-He will kiss you every chance he gets.

[greycloudsinwinter]

Can you make Yandere Thranduil and fairy female reader part2? Please. They have a few children. Half fairy and half elf hybrids. They have fairy wings like their mother. How many children will Yandere Thranduil want to have with the fairy reader?

YANDERE THRANDUIL X READER WITH CHILDREN

🪽Thranduil would be happy with however many you want but he is probably thinking 4.

🪽they have their mothers wings but there green. They inherit there fathers looks and his long beautiful hair.

🪽his children with you are his most important things in the world.

🪽however if he has to choose between you and them , it will always be you because he can always replace them with another child but he can’t replace you.

🪽he would go to war for his children though to keep them safe.

🪽he won’t admit it but if you have a daughter with him then he will put her on a pedestal higher then Legolas.

🪽the servants mostly deal with the children though . Running after while you and your husband have time together.

🪽even if you didn’t want the children you can’t find it in your heart to hate them .

🪽he feels the most joy seeing his family all together and happy.

Thank you for this request ❤️❤️

[creepychan08]

Yandere Thranduil x Reader

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. You heart's desire becoming a nightmare.

And now there's no way home.

"Thranduil, you can't keep me here. Sooner or later I must return home." You once again plead your case as Thranduil frowned and hold both your hands protectively. But lately it feels like his gentle touches were slowly turning like handcuffs chaining you to him, unable to escape his grasp.

"Meleth nin (My love) please, this is your home. Have I not treated you well? Tell me what more can I do to make you stay by my side?" 

His grip tightened, not in a hurtful way, but just enough to prove his desperation for your continued presence in his kingdom.

"Its not that at all. You have been truly kind to me and for that I am eternally grateful. But I have my family waiting for me. I miss them Thranduil. Terribly." Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and his gaze softened, drawing you closer in an embrace. You welcomed the comfort he provided and lean your head almost close to his chest, the part you can only reach due to your unfortunate stature.

"Have you found some other way to return to your world?"

"How could I when you took away that book and refused to let me out of your kingdom?" The bitter tone of your voice breaks the moment of tranquility when you remembered it was him who didn't allow you to leave and travel to Rivendell to seek help from Gandalf.

Though your tone was bitter, you felt him relaxed more against your embrace as if relieved.

"You know there are threats coming from the orcs resurfacing in the forest. I can't very well allow my beloved to travel and place yourself in harm's way. No, you will stay here with me." His fingers slowly brush down your hair as you feel your anger boil inside.

"I will not allow you to keep me in here like a trophy! No more! I will go out and discover the way back- back to my real home- if you won't help me." 

Thranduil grit his teeth in frustration as he roughly tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes fierce and burning as it stare straight to your soul and your composure faltered, realizing how large he is compared to you and the power he has to crush you any time.

"I will say it again. You won't leave my side forever. You are mine as I am yours."

A whimper unconsciously left your lips as you began to fear and tremble before him. The dominance he was radiating made you feel weak, unable to do anything but submit to his will.

Upon hearing that helpless sound, his seething expression was immediately wiped off, dark glint in his eyes returning to a soft crystal blue filled with worry and regret when he behold the terror he accidentally inflicted on his beloved.

"My starlight, I am so sorry. Please forgive this ignorant King from his careless actions. I did not mean to make you afraid of me. That was the last thing I ever wanted." The sorrow in his voice made you want to reach out and comfort him.

You remembered how it all started. 

*Flashback*

Being a fan of The Hobbit trilogy movie, you were immediately captivated by the ElvenKing, Thranduil. The daily occurence in your life involves imagining random scenarios and plots with him and deeply wishing to somehow be transported in Middle Earth to meet him. And one day it did come true.

You have no idea of your last memory of how you came to this new world. Whether you were killed by a truck driver and get isekai'd, or if you were just dreaming or worse case in a coma, you have no idea how you are actually faring in the real world. But there was a portal which immediately closed as soon as your feet step into the grounds of the forest of Mirkwood.

Obviously you were taken by the patrolling group of elves and presented to Thranduil. It was not love at sight as you were already crushing on him way back on Earth but it sure did made your heart jumped with excitement as you eagerly and honestly answered each one of his questions.

You were detained in the dungeons for some time as the ElvenKing pondered on your statement to see if you were just lying to get yourself out of this mess. Perhaps it is dark magic then to how you were transported to this world? Are you a threat? But somewhere deep down in his cold heart, he could feel the sincerity radiating off you. And there was something else too- something foreign but pleasant that he felt when he first talked with you.

After careful consideration, Thranduil finally released you from prison and transferred you to a well-furnished room. He was still unsure of what to do with you. Strangely enough, the thought of assigning you to be a servant, a maid, cook, or a warrior didn't sit well with him so he decided to treat you as a guest and get to know you better.

As he did, he finds himself slowly falling for you. Unlike the other elleths (women elves), you possess kindness and genuine concern for other people. You interacted with his guards and other servants with much respect and he saw them slowly warming up to you. Everyday, he would look forward to seeing you first thing in the morning as your smile immediately brightens his day. And during the evening after he finish his work early, he would asks you to walk with him in the gardens.

It was no surprise when he ends up falling head over heels in love. He started properly courting you and sending expensive gifts everyday.

"You know you don't have to send me all these stuff, Thranduil. Its too expensive"

"Nonsense. I am the King and I can give you everything you deserve and more. Unless.. do you not like them? I can have another jewel be made to fit your taste-"

"No! No need, I really like this one. Thank you, Thranduil" You smiled at him gratefully and the corner of his lips lifted up as he stare at you.

"Anything for you, my starlight" He draws his arms open and gently pulled you to his embrace, his robe covering your form as you lean you head on his chest.

You wished those moments would have lasted more.

Thranduil was a gentle lover. Always kind. Always patient. Always caring towards you. He never once raised his voice at you and you greatly appreciated it. But as the days go by, you noticed him getting more possessive and obsessive over you.

"We were just talking! He is your guard long before I came here and he is just my friend" You defended yourself as Thranduil warned you against talking to one of his royal guards.

"I do not like the way he looks at you, meleth nin. You are mine, don't forget that. He should know his place."

"Everyone knows we are together so stop being suspicious of other elves! I am not fond of the way you're acting right now. I will leave you to cool your head first."

As you turn to leave, his arms reach out to wrap around your waist as he hug you from behind. His head bowed low so as to breath in the scent of your hair to calm him down.

"No, don't leave please. I am sorry, my love. I am just afraid of losing you."

You sighed, feeling your heart soften. You turn to face him again and saw the insecurities and doubt swirling in his eyes.

"Now what brought my King such worries? Haven't I told you I only have eyes for you? That my heart beats only for you?" You cup his cheek as he closed his eyes and lean towards your touch.

"I know and I believe you. Sometimes, I just can't help but fear that you'll find someone better than me. I can't live without you, YN"

"You'll always have me Thranduil. My heart belongs only to you." You reassured, hugging him tightly to show your devotion.

Maybe you shouldn't have promised that as months passed and you soon discover a way to open the portal again back to your real world while browsing the library. But you don't understand some of the text written as it was in Elvish language and from what you can read, it also needs the spells only casted by wizards.

"Thranduil, I finally found a way to return back to my world!" You excitedly said as you barge to his throne room, while carrying the book.

His eyes widened and he immediately walked down the stairs of his throne towards you.

"What did you say, my love?" The cutting edge of his tone failed to make its way to your ears as you were excitedly thinking of how soon you can probably go home once this works.

"I said I found a way to open the portal again to my world! But I need some help with the Elvish language and Gandalf as well to complete the steps here." You showed him the book and the pages where it was located.

He was quiet for a while and politely asked for the book. As you gave it to him, he immediately throws it to the ground and asked his servant to seal it in the forbidden section of the library.

"No! Why did you do that?!" You screamed, feeling betrayed by his action. You tried to get back the book but he tightly hold you against him before carrying you towards his bedroom as you continue to resist.

Once he locked the door, he put you down on his bed as you glare at him.

"How could you do that? That was my only way home!"

 His eyes hardened, frown marring his features.

"Exactly. I won't have you leaving me alone here, YN. You promised that I'll always have you, didn't you? And I promised to be yours forever"

You frozed as you remember the promise you said to him months ago. You meant it. You did. But that was before you learned that there is still a way back to your real world after giving up for so long. However, you did promised him and you can't go back on your word.

Bowing your head in shame, you nodded. "Yes, I did. I remember my oath that day, Thranduil." A feeling of frustration and mixed feelings made its way to your heart.

"You know I love you. I do. I just miss my family so much. I wonder what they are doing in my world. I wonder if they are grieving over me or still patiently hoping for my return. Am I selfish, my love?" You looked up at him as tears stream down your cheeks.

Thranduil felt his heart clench as he saw your sorrow. He can't stand to see the anguish in your eyes as it overflows with your tears. He gathered you in his arms and let you cry against his shoulders.

"I'm here, meleth nin. I'm here. Please don't cry." He whispered comforting words and before long, you felt drowsy and fall asleep in his hold.

Thranduil carefully put you in the bed and covered you with blanket. He placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

From that day on, he decreed an order that you are not allowed to leave his kingdom and that anyone who try to help you escape will be executed.

*End of Flashback*

"You've changed Thranduil" You gaze at him with such disappointment that he falters for a moment.

"No, please don't say that meleth nin. Don't look at me like that. I love you. I can't let you out of my grasp. I can't let you go. Ever." He pulled you closer and tilted your chin so you were looking straight at him.

The sight made you tremble. His eyes which were once full of adoration and pure love for you were now filled with dark obsession.

"Resist me no more, my starlight. Stay here. I will take care of you. I will love and worship you forever." 

He back you slowly into the bed and you didn't notice until you trip and lay sprawled against his bedsheets in a vulnerable state.

You tried to get up but he lightly pushed you down so he towers over you.

"No, no, I have to return home. I need to see my family again. I can still come back here Thranduil. I won't leave you forever." You tried to reassure your lover.

Shadows loomed in his face and when he finally look at you, something dark and dangerous radiated from his being.

You gasped, crawling away from him towards the center of the bed as he followed after you. You grab his pillow to defend yourself.

"Okay- stop. Don't get any closer, Thranduil. You're scaring me."

The blank look in his eyes shifted to that of a predator finally catching its prey as he reach you. A smile of dark insanity painted on his lips. He take hold of the pillow separating you two and throws it to the side.

"You know, I've always wanted to marry you, my starlight. In our culture there are two ways one can get married. First is by traditional exchange of vows and the other-" He paused, pushing you down once more as he hovered above you. "-is by being one in body, two souls bonded forever. If I may be honest, I much prefer the latter."

His fingers slowly slid down your body, touch as light as feather as it passes through your neck, the valley of your breast, down to your stomach and settling on your lower abdomen.

Your breath hitched as you watch him, goosebumps rising on you skin as you feel your heart thumping loudly.

"We will be one tonight, my love. And I will plant my seed inside your fertile womb. Since you miss your family so much, we will have one of our own- a much bigger family. We will have a dozen or more elflings running around the kingdom. And you will soon forget that silly ambition in your mind. I told you before. You won't leave me. Ever. For you are mine and I am yours."

With that he sealed his promise with a passionate kiss as he consume your being, leaving you breathless and gasping for more.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I didn't expect this oneshot to be longer than what I originally planned lol. Anyway, I've been obsessing over Thranduil for weeks now and I thought if he'd be the one going yandere for me, I would immediately give in 😂

But yeah unfortunately he's just a fictional character sooo! Anyway thanks for reading up this far.

Hope you have a great day and stay safe guys! :)))

[amber-michaelson]

A New Family

Yandere Thranduil x Oakenshield reader x Yandere Legolas

Summary: did your father actually care about you or was it just all in your head.

Read At Own Risk

Warnings: platonic yanderes,

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getting dragged away from the company along with your dad to meet the king of the elves “do not speak yn” thorin muttered as he shoved one of the guards earning a smack to the head, i heard many stories of the eleven king and how he didn’t help against the dragon or give them shelter after they lost the mountion, as soon as we put infront of the thrown we were forced to our knees "whatever happens don't speak to him" he pleaded as he leaned down so he can see my face "I promise papa" I gave him a confidant smile he was about to say something else but steps interrupted him I moved my gaze to the floor and listened "people say a noble quest is at hand, to reclaim a lost mountain and slay a dragon" I shivered hearing his voice "but you and I know that's not what your after" he murmured I heard my dad shuffle probly standing up "I wanna make a deal" the kings sly words court my dad's attention "I'm listening" my dad said as he started walking around the room "I'll let you go giving you food to take along with you the only thing I ask is for you to return what is rightfully mine "which is" thorin asked "the jewels that shine like the stars I would like them back" the king muttered I slowly raised my gaze up and widened at the kings beauty as he sat on his throne "a favour for a favour" my dad muttered as he came beside "from a king to another" thranduil smiled "where were you when we asked for your aid where were you when we where homeless and starving" my dad yelled making sure the whole castle could hear him "I see how you treat your friends might as well be your enemy" he seethed through gritted teeth the king didn't look so pleased with my dad's answer "guards take him away" the king muttered but as soon as they came close to me he shooed them away and as they dragged my dad away he called "maybe you'll change you mind in 2 years or even 20" he said before turning your attention to me "stand" he murmured and I did as I was told "who are you" he asked but I didn’t respond just stared at him "aw your an oakenshield let me guess your his daughter explains the manners" he chuckled "don't you dare talk about my father" I muttered and rushed to him but was court by one of the guards who held a knife to my throat "let her go" he said and turned away "come" he muttered before walking I looked around not seeing anywhere I could escape be grudgingly followed "what story's have you heard about me" he asked as we walked down the hallway "that you abandoned us when we needed your aid most" I said staring down at the floor and squeaked as he stopped and I bumped into him he quickly turned to me and I quickly moved back scared of what he would do instead he leaned down and the left side of his face started to change showing of a scar "this is what happened when I tried to battle a dragon" he muttered before standing up again his head twitching as it went back to normal "I suffered many loses that day and I vowed to never face a dragon again" he said before he carried on walking I quietly followed behind we soon entered a dining room and he sat at the very end and stared at me "are you going to join me or just watch as I eat this meal" he said side eyeing me as I moved to the table I choose to sit two seats down from him so I wasn't to far away or to close "why am I here" I murmured "we may have imprisoned you bit we're not cruel" a voice murmured from behind us "ah legolus you decided to join us" thranduil said and gestured to a seat but he did the same as me and sat infront of me the rest of the meal was silent and I only just nibbled "what's happening with my father" I asked as the servants took the plates away "he will stay he till he changes his mind" he said and that was the end of the discussion.

They started to treat me like one of them they didn't allow me back into the dungeon or see my father but anything else was fine unless I want to go outside I can only go if legolas or thranduil accompanied me "why are you treating me so nicely" I asked as we sat under one of the many flowering trees "because yn your different from your father and that disgusting company you travel with" he paused "your safer here where me and legolas can protect you and provide for you" thranduil said as he put his and on top of mine but I quickly moved away "you can't keep me here and my dad will never leave me" I yelled standing up and he followed "your dad is a failure of a father he hasn't once even asked to see you he hasn't even asked about you" I stumbled a bit was he right, did my dad not actually care about me "yo-your wrong he does care and he won't leave without me" but as soon as I said that legolas came rushing in "the dwarves have escaped" it felt as if my world came rushing down around me that I didn't even realize thranduil had pulled me into his chest "don't worry you have a new family now".

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[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

My little kitten: Yandere Dad Thranduil x teen neko reader part 4.

Age: 15 reader Chan is now a teenager a bit of a rebellious one.

Warning: graphics and YanDad Thranduil.

No one's POV:

You are shooting arrows alone in the woods after finally getting away from your guards unaware of multiple unblinking beady black eyes watching you from the shadows hungrily.

Your POV:

I cheered when I shot the target, it wasn’t a bullseye but at least I was making progress.

Looking up at the sky I saw it was noon “I better get home before Dad knows I snuck out of the palace and ditched my guards.” I said to myself while getting my arrows from the target when I heard hissing.

Looking around I assumed it was my guards trying to scare me to save themselves from Dad’s wrath “Nice try guys I know it’s you.” I said walking towards the shrubbery I heard the hissing from when the sounds of armored feet were heard “Princess Y/N, you can’t be running off like that, you’re father will have our heads if anything were to happen to you.” One of my guards said fearfully making me puzzled “Wait! It wasn’t you making that hissing?” I asked pointing to the area I was about to walk towards when a giant spider jumped out of the bushes “Get behind me princess Y/N.” Another guard said pulling me behind him as more spiders came out, scared I took out my bow and began shooting the spiders when I saw an arrow fly from nowhere.

Turning around I felt relieved but dread to see Dad on his elk with a bow in hand, some guards and shooting the last spider, he got off his elk and began walking towards me and the guards and scooped me up from the ground as if I was still a child “You three were supposed to be watching her.” He hissed angrily while examining me for injuries and holding me to his chest (could this get anymore humiliating?) “It’s not their fault Ada, I snuck out of the palace and ran off on my own!” I said knowing I would be in BIG trouble when we get home “We will discuss this when we get home.” Dad said walking towards the Elk and putting me on the giant bull then getting on behind me.

I can tell Dad was furious because he’s usually very calm when he’s dangerously angry “Y/N I’m not angry with you.” Dad said rubbing my ear “But I’ve set certain rules for a reason, and I expect them to be obeyed.” He said in a strict tone “So as punishment for disobeying me, you are to stay in the throne room or in my room whenever I’m in a meeting.” He said not looking at me “And I’ll be confiscating your bow.” He said taking my bow and giving it to one of the guards he brought with him then he took the reins with his arms on ether side of me so I wouldn’t fall then we began riding back home in awkward silence.

At the palace Thranduil’s POV:

Words cannot describe how furious I am with the useless guards that lost my daughter.

I gave them one thing to do and that’s watching my kitten but they have proven that they couldn’t watch her for 2 hours but it also seems like my kitten has developed her rebellious phase, something that I’ll immediately nip in the bud.

When we got back to the palace I told the guards to take Y/N to the healers while I deal with my daughter’s incompetent guards.

At the throne room still Thranduil’s POV:

I stand in front of the guards that didn’t do their job right, words couldn’t describe how furious I was as I paced back and forth in front of them “You three have been neglecting my daughter for the last time.” I said angrily “Even though that little freak isn’t really your daughter.” One of them whispered making me furious and the other two give him mortified looks “This will not happen ever again!” I said taking out my sword “As punishment I sentence you three to death.” I said angrily and raised my sword.

I glared down at the dead guards before me and called for other guards to take the bodies and another to take my blood coated sword to be cleaned then I went to my chambers to wash up and have my bloodied robes be burned.

After bathing and changing I was told that Y/N is in my chambers so I decided to head there.

When I entered I saw Y/N sitting on my bed with her ears and tail drooping, she no longer wore her training attire but instead she wore a forest green shirt with black leggings, a silver circlet on her head and she was barefooted.

Smiling at how adorable she looked I replaced it with a stern look and walked towards the bed “Y/N, you will be staying by my side from now on. I will be accompanying you to training as well, do you understand?” I asked gently rubbing her ears “Yes dad.” She said “Good.” I said kissing her head “My lord, your meeting with the Thane of the Shire is about to start.” Meludir said “Thank you Meludir.” I said getting up “I have to go my kitten.” I said walking out of my room but not without grabbing the key “I expect you to behave yourself while I’m gone Y/N.” I said “Yes Dad!” She said as I closed the door, locked it and turned to Meludir “Watch my kitten, make sure she doesn’t leave this room until I return.” I whispered while handing him the key then I walked to my meeting with the Shire’s Thane.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: sorry for the long wait! at last the chapter we've all been waiting for/ dreading hehe. Also I couldn't help an unnecessary smut scene lol

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: modern-ish! Thranduil x Readder

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, smut, mirror sex, teasing, oral (f. receiving) creampie

Moans slipped past your lips through panted breaths, each one of your sounds high-pitched and frantic as you did your utmost to focus on keeping the strength in your legs. Your cheeks were squeezed between Thranduil’s fingers, your pursed lips grazing against his skin as he kept your head up and assured that you were still looking in the bathroom mirror. 

He was set on making a mess of you, you were sure of it. He had already sat you on the counter and knelt between your spread legs to use his skillful tongue to bring you to orgasm. Right after this, you had been turned around and bent over enough for him to bottom out inside of you while you were still so sensitive so that he could begin an onslaught of teasing in the form of grinding against your sweet spot until you came around him, oversensitive walls gripping his cock and leaking with your juices. 

It was only once your arms were too shaky to keep your upper half up with your palms pressed to the counter that Thranduil held you up to assure you had no choice but to look at yourself as he finally, finally began to drive his hips into you with enough force to make the jewels at your neck and ears swing back and forth. That’s what this was really about for him: getting you to stop being so panicky and fidgety about the combined price of your degree and old flat threefold hanging around your throat. The star-shaped jewels glittered across your flushed skin, letting off their little glow as tears spilled from your eyes. You dared to look away from your own reflection and to Thranduil’s: starlight blue eyes were fixed upon you and the movement of your expensive jewellery and it was bringing him much closer to orgasm than you knew. He delighted in providing everything for you, the roof over your head and all its bills, the deliveries of groceries to your house, your full wardrobe and racks of shoes, little luxuries and then grander ones that daunted you. 

He caught your eyes on his in the mirror and you cried out when his hand at your hip wrapped further around your body to your belly, going downwards until his palm was pushing against your abdomen and his fingers pointed down to rub at your clit. Your body felt boneless as you came on his cock once again and you could barely feel Thranduil’s strong arms wrapping around you over the sensation of what felt like hot electricity seeping through your veins. You could feel Thranduil’s breath on your neck as he held your body as close as possible to his while filling you with his cum. 

Hazily, you looked up at the state of yourself in the mirror as Thranduil unclipped the necklace from your neck and carefully removed the earrings, setting them down on the side before sweeping you up in his arms. You were placed on the floor in the shower, the cool tile making you shudder momentarily before it was soothed away by the heat of the water pouring against your back. Thranduil knelt down in front of you to tilt your head up, delighting in your tired smile before leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, your skin slightly salty with a sheen of sweat. 

You closed your eyes and hummed happily at the sensation of his fingers gently stroking through your hair to assure all of it was wet before lathering it in a bubbly shampoo that smelled of bergamot and violets. The fortune in the form of your most recent gift from him sat forgotten on the counter for a while as you simply delighted in having him take care of you like this, in such a simple and yet rawly intimate way. 

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

Thranduil had gone to work once more, a note on the bedside telling you that he would be back in time for dinner and to take things easy with your studies and make sure you gave yourself adequate breaks. He didn’t know that these notes make you wake with a smile on your lips and that there was a growing collection of these precious messages kept in your purse. 

That smile remained on your lips as you got up and showered away the filth that you had been covered in after your shower yesterday night. You found the tiles and screen still wet, telling you that Thranduil had done the same when he woke this morning. You slipped into some comfy clothes and slippers, your hair all wrapped up in a towel and ordered breakfast to be delivered to the house. Once you had eaten and you took out your laptop to study, your smile soured. 

‘I need more’ 

“Don’t ruin my morning…” You grumbled to the voice that had been haunting you as of late. You hated how it wouldn’t shut up until you went behind Thranduil’s back to snoop around his things. You loved Thranduil with all your heart, everyone else be damned, and you hated the guilt that came with making this voice leave you alone. 

‘Don’t you want to live forever with him?’ 

You took your pen out of your mouth, sure that your teeth would soon snap the lid clean in half if you kept on. Instead, you took in a deep breath that still felt as though it couldn’t fill your lungs and tapped your knuckles against the desk while your leg bounced in place. You’d give it a few more minutes to see if it would go away. In the meantime, you were scrolling through google scholar articles about gothic marxism in Dracula. 

‘You can die knowing that you missed your chance then. It would be such a shame for him to be widowed twice, would it not?’ 

“Fine!” You hissed through gritted teeth, “Only to shut you up and get what I want.” You briskly rose from your chair and marched your way down to Thranduil’s office where you retrieved the key from the statue bust and began skimming through the files that you hadn’t read in your previous visit here. Your throat dried up and tears welled in your eyes for a moment when you got to the last file and suddenly you couldn’t skim read. You had to take in every single word. 

This was a plan for a coup. 

He already had plans in place to take over the government and install this plan that you had already read about in the other files. But what was he waiting for if all of these preparations had already been made? What could– 

That dwarf lord he was always talking about, the dragon’s treasure. Hadn’t he mentioned an heirloom of his people once? It would be near impossible to get it back after this plan took action, let alone before. You decided that you would put everything away and take to the internet to look more into whatever this heirloom was. 

‘You’re not entirely stupid then, you do have your clever moments.’ The voice taunted once you voiced out your plan. 

“Shut up.” You retorted as you carefully put the first two files back in order and suddenly your heart fell from your chest in dread. Footsteps outside the door. You would have to put the files back and hide in the room, there was no opening to leave. Hurriedly and with your pulse blasting in your ears, you re-ordered the files and tore the drawer open to return them to their place but the door flung open and you froze like a deer in headlights, the key upon the desk and the files in your hand. 

“Y/n?” You had forgotten how to breathe as you gazed upon Legolas standing in the doorway, his hand still on the door handle. He stared back at you in silence before his eyes drifted to the folders in your hand, all of them stamped as confidential, “What are you doing in my father’s office? In his house?” 

“Legolas, I can explain, it’s…” 

“Where have you been?!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been worried sick trying to contact you! None of your flatmates have seen you in weeks! You haven’t been in classes or on campus at all!” 

“Please?” You interrupted before he could go on, your tone pleading him to just listen. 

“No! Now I find you here while my father’s out, going through his office!” He fell silent for a moment and his brows furrowed, hurt written across his face. “Were you using me to get to him? Has someone sent you to dig up stuff on him?” 

“No! Well-” You thought of the voice which seemed to go silent now, not offering up its wise, wise advice for once. “Look, I think it would be best if we called Thran- your father to… to straighten everything out.” 

“Yeah, I think that’s a great plan.” He replied with a tone of venom in his voice as he took his phone out from his back pocket, dialling up his father and marching out of the room. Panic overtook you as you replaced the files and the key with shaky hands. 

This was your worst case scenario. Legolas was about to find out you were dating his dad and Thranduil was about to find out you had been snooping through the most confidential documents in his office. You left the office, carefully closing the door behind yourself before heading to the living room where Legolas was pacing up and down the length of the room, biting out orders to his father to come home immediately while you slunk onto the sofa, pulling your knees up to your chest to hide your face as you tried to steady out your breathing, tears in your eyes. Everything was about to fall apart. Everything. 

‘Don’t you dare tell him about me. You admit to snooping, you find out about this heirloom and you encourage him to carry out this coup as soon as possible. If you tell him about me, you’ll never have the chance to live forever with him.’ The voice instructed. 

“Leave me alone.” You whispered to it before reaching for the remote to turn on the TV for some background noise, unable to stand the silence now that Legolas was sitting in an armchair and staring at the floor as he tried to piece together what was going on. You just stuck on the news channel and it was something about those murders everyone had been talking about. The guardians at RINGS were proposing a curfew to try and keep people safe as all the murders had taken place at night. 

You were surprised at the taste of blood in your mouth and you stopped gnawing at your lip when you realised that you had broken skin. Perhaps it would be better to chew on that poor pen right now. Your head spun towards the entrance to the foyer when you heard the front door open and close. 

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How do you think a Yandere Thranduil would react to his lover walking around in his robes but nothing else?

Disclaimer: I'm totally and utterly confused when it comes to Deres. Please bear with me.

As for your ask:

Warnings: Yandere Thranduil | Manipulation/Obsessive/Controlling behavior | NSFW | Minors DNI 

He cannot get enough of it. He has fantasized about seeing his lover in his robes and nothing but his robes. When he sees them walking out wearing his silks, he obsessively follows their every move, convincing them to stay in those robes for as long as he desires.  He will use flattery and sweet talk to influence his lover to remain like that.

Of course, no one else can see his lover like this. He will keep his S/O in their chambers and lock the doors to make sure no one can see them in his robes. If they think he is being overprotective or going too far, then he will convince them that his way is the best. They are his, such a sight should only be for his eyes and his eyes. Again flattery and sweet talk are used on his lover.

When they change and leave his robes behind, he will take those robes and inhale his lover's scent, conjuring all sorts of intimate scenarios and sexual fantasies, and how to convince them to agree. Sometimes he might rut against said robes while fantasizing about his lover and what he plans on doing with them when they return.

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Dark! Characters who would be in denial for loving a human and might use their powers/authority to get human!Reader.

Tom Riddle

If it isn't obvious, Tom hates anyone who is a muggle born or a muggle...he is racist despite being a half-blood himself.

But when it comes to you, his beautiful muggle bestfriend who is the daughter of the orphanage owner, he is a different person.

Tom tries to convince himself that he is only obsessed with you for your beauty, something which he believes Hogwarts girls lack.

But he knows that is a lie, because he never cared for looks.

He only cares about benefiting from others.

And Tom believes he can benefit from your affection by marrying you.

The affection he didn't receive from his mother, he can receive it from you.

Even if he has to use forbidden spells to get you to fall in love with him.

Thranduil

The Elvenking of Mirkwood loves his realm but he also shows disdain towards anyone who isn't of his kin.

But when sees you, a human that is very similar to his wife in personality, Thranduil finds himself in love with you.

So, to trap you in his realm, he decides to offer a deal.

Sacrifice your freedom and he will free your hobbit and darwfes friends.

Yes, humans die quickly, but he wants you to spend the rest of your years by his side.

When he sees your hesitation, he decides to use his authority.

"If you wish to refuse, you and your little friends will rot in the dungeons, but if you accept, they leave and you will be treated like a queen"

In the end, you accept his offer, not knowing it's a marriage proposal in disguise.

Vlad Dracula

Even though, he was a human once, Dracula hates humans, simply, for killing his wife.

And you knew the rumors about the count being a vampire who drinks the blood of humans.

Yet you ignored those 'rumors' for the sake of getting the job.

Working as his only servant, you made sure to obey his every word.

Dracula would watch you silently clean the castle while drinking his cup of blood.

It's clear you have discovered that he is a vampire by now, but what amused him is you continuing to work under him.

The vampire tried to resist the thoughts of falling for you, despite his possessiveness of never letting you out of his castle.

Dracula decides after long thinking, that he does hate humans, yet he can change you to become like him...you will be the first person he will transform into a vampire.

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🍃İmagine. 🍃

Gandalf says Thranduil has no right to force you into a relationship.

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Sharing isn't always smart

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (5k words) Summery:You get to talk to Elrond,and meet Thranduil where Elrond gets jealous. part 1,part 2,part 3, part 4, part 5

Elrond, was in his bedwear, he was quietly sipping his morning tea, enjoying the quiet solitude of his chambers when a knock at the door interrupted him. He sat the cup down and called out, "Who is it?"

The door slowly opened, and the young girl, dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, poked her head in. "I-I'm so sorry to disturb you sir, but I seem to have gotten lost. I just wanted to find the dining hall." Elrond smiled warmly at her, gesturing for her to come in. "You're not disturbing me at all, please, come in."

He watched as she nervously entered the room, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes widened as she took in the luxurious surroundings of his private chambers - the plush carpet underfoot, the roaring fire in the stone fireplace, and the huge four-poster bed with a rich silk canopy. She seemed nervous and out of place in this opulent setting. "Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to one of the plush couches by the fireplace.

He watched as she perched on the edge of the couch, sitting awkwardly, her hands clasped nervously in her lap. He took a seat across from her, taking a moment to study her quietly. She was truly beautiful, with her delicate features and clear skin flushed with a rosy hue. She seemed to radiate a soft, innocent vulnerability that made something protective stir within him. "Forgive me," he said with a polite smile, "I don't believe we've been formally introduced." He held out his hand in greeting. "I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris."

She took his hand hesitantly, her small hand engulfed by his larger one. He then motioned to the pot of tea on the small table, "May I offer you some tea?" As he poured a cup of tea for her, Elrond couldn't help but steal a few glances at her. He noted the way her fingers trembled slightly as she accepted the cup from him, the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she looked down at her tea.

He felt a possessiveness bloom within him at the sight of her sitting so innocently in his room, oblivious to the possessive thoughts racing through his mind. "Have you been in Rivendell long?" He asked casually, taking a sip of his tea, all the while his mind was spinning with thoughts of claiming her, keeping her safely tucked away in his rooms where no one else could touch her.

"N-No," she answered, her voice soft and a bit shaky as she brought the cup up to her lips, taking a small sip. "I arrived yesterday." Her eyes darted around the room again, taking in the opulence of her surroundings. She suddenly looked sheepish, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I… I had no idea whose chambers these were when I knocked," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you." He chuckled kindly, the sight of her flustered embarrassment endearing.

"It's quite fine," he assured her. "I didn't mind being disturbed. Especially not by a lovely lady such as yourself." He noticed how her blush deepened at his compliment, and he felt a possessive satisfaction. He liked this effect he seemed to have on her, her nervousness and inexperience making her even more endearing in his eyes. "Breakfast," she began, her voice a little stronger now as she looked up at him, "When does breakfast usually start?"

Elrond noted the slight change in her demeanor. She seemed a little more relaxed now that they were conversing. "Breakfast won't begin for another hour," he told her, his voice soft and gentle. "Why do you ask?" As she fidgeted on the couch, he leaned back in his seat, using this time to study her more intently. Her dress, while modest, was still form-fitting enough to show off her figure. Her hair, silken and soft, hung loosely around her shoulders, framing her features.

She seemed so innocent, so untainted by the harshness of the world. A part of him reveled in the fact that she was here, alone in his chambers, just the two of them, and he was the only one who could see her like this. The thought of others seeing her, touching her, making his possessiveness flare up again, a possessive growl almost escaping him. He took another sip of his tea to hide his reaction, the hot liquid doing little to soothe the fire burning within him.

She shifted on the couch again, her gaze dropping to her teacup. "I wanted to ask you something," she said quietly. "I wasn't sure how to get to the dining hall, and I was hoping you could show me the way?" Elrond chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'll show you the way," he assured her, his eyes locking with hers. "But we have an hour before breakfast, and I was hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?"

A small shiver ran through her as his eyes bore into hers. There was something in his gaze that made her feel oddly exposed like he was looking through her and into her soul. "I-I don't mind," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He noted the slight tremor in her voice, her body visibly tensing as she spoke. He felt a sense of triumph at the effect he seemed to have on her, the way she was so easily flustered and off-balance in his presence. "Excellent," he said, his voice low and smooth. "First question, if I may?" she nods as he sets his teacup down, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me about yourself," he began, his eyes never leaving her face. "Where did you come from? Where do you call home?"

He watched as she fidgeted nervously under his gaze, her hands twisting in her lap. She paused, her eyes darting around the room before settling back on him. "I, um, I travel a lot," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "I don't have a specific place that I call home."

He nodded, trying to conceal the disappointment that flared up inside him at her vague answer. "Interesting," he mused, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "And what brings you to Rivendell, if you don't mind me asking?" She bit her lip, looking down at her teacup as if it held the answer to his question. "I… I just happened to stumble across Rivendell," she said quietly. "I wasn't planning on staying, I just sort of… ended up here." He raised an eyebrow at that, his mind already stirring with plans and schemes to keep her here longer. She was so innocent, so lost, so easy to manipulate. And the fact that she just stumbled upon Rivendell, seemingly by accident, only added to the possessive fire burning within him. "You just stumbled upon Rivendell?" he repeated, watching her closely. "How fortuitous. Though it's not often that people just accidentally stumble upon our hidden city."

She looked up at him then, her eyes darting to his before quickly looking away. "I… I just heard it was a beautiful city," she said, her fingers continuing to twist in her lap. "I wanted to see it for myself." He leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you think of it so far?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the opulent surroundings before she answered. "It's… it's breathtaking," she said quietly. "I've never seen anything like it before." His smirk widened at her words, a sense of pride swelling within him that she was so captivated by the city he called home.

"Yes," he agreed, "Rivendell is quite stunning. But it pales in comparison to your beauty," he added, watching her with keen eyes. Her eyes widened at his words, and she fidgeted again in her seat, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Um," she stammered, "I… I have heard of you, Lord Elrond. I've heard stories about you." "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "And what kind of stories have you heard about me?" "Well," she began, her voice soft and hesitant, "I've heard that you're a just and fair leader. That you rule Rivendell with wisdom and compassion." He smiled at her words, his chest puffing out a bit with pride. "I am glad my reputation precedes me," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And what else have you heard about me, I wonder?" She looked up at him, meeting his gaze directly this time.

"Well for one, I have never heard of you being a flirt," she said, a hint of a challenge in her voice, surprising herself with her audacity. Elrond chuckled, caught off guard by her suddenly assertive tone. He leaned back in his seat, studying her closely. "Ah," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And what makes you think I am a flirt?" She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze evenly. "Well," she began, her voice more steady now, "you said that Rivendell pales in comparison to my beauty. That sounds like a very flirtatious thing to say."

He chuckled again, clearly impressed by her boldness. "I suppose it does," he admitted, his voice low and silky. "But can you blame me for complimenting such a beautiful woman as yourself?" She blushed again at his words, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she said, trying to maintain her composure. "Oh really?" he said, his gaze locked on her face. "And what if I want to flatter you some more? Your eyes are like the sky after a storm, your skin is smooth like silk, and your hair is like a silken waterfall flowing over your shoulders."

Her blush deepened with each compliment he showered upon her, the words making her heart flutter in her chest. She tried to hide her reaction, but her quickened breath and the way she fidgeted in her seat gave her away. She managed to find her voice again, clearing her throat nervously.

"But… but surely you have a wife or a lady friend?" she asked, her voice quiet and hesitant. "Should you be saying these things to me?" Elrond chuckled again at her question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, so concerned about my relationship status," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What does it matter to you, little one, if I am married or not?" "Well…," she stuttered, her mind racing to come up with a rational reason for her concern. "Your wife… she might get mad. If you talk like this to other women. Right?"

"Ah," Elrond chuckled softly, his eyes taking on a distant look as he remembered the past. "You speak of a time long gone, little one. I did have a wife, once upon a time. But tragedy and war took her away from me many years ago." Elrond's eyes flickered back to hers, the distant look replaced by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "It has been many years since I lost my wife," he said, his voice taking on a solemn tone. "But the pain of that loss still runs deep, like a wound that never fully heals." He paused, his gaze fixed on her face as if trying to memorize every feature. "I miss her," he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. "Her laughter, her smile, the way she could light up a room just by walking into it. Sometimes it feels like a part of me was torn away when she left, and I'll never be whole again." As he spoke about his late wife, his eyes never left her face. He noted the way her eyes widened slightly at his words, the way her breath caught in her chest.

An idea began to form in his mind, one that sent a thrill through his veins. The thought of her filling the void his wife had left behind sent a possessive fire flickering through him. He could almost imagine it, her delicate hands touching the places his wife had once touched. Her voice filled the silence left behind by his wife's absence. The thought of her in his arms, replacing the ghost of his wife, sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. He couldn't help but imagine how she would look wrapped up in his embrace, her soft skin against his own, her hair splayed out across his pillow like a silken curtain. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and a familiar heat began to pool in his gut.

As Elrond's eyes continued to roam over her face, his thoughts lost in a sea of possessiveness and desire, the silence between them grew heavy. Sensing that she needed to break the silence, she cleared her throat, bringing him back to the present.

"Lord Elrond," she began, her voice hesitant, "I… I can't imagine how hard it must have been to lose someone you loved so much." He smiled at her words, the possessive thoughts quickly shoved aside in favor of his charming facade. "It is a pain that never fully leaves you, no matter how many years pass," he said, his voice taking on a mournful tone. "But life goes on, and we must learn to move forward, to find new happiness amid grief." As he spoke, his eyes drifted to her hair, her soft, silken hair that cascaded down her back. He itched to reach out and touch it, to feel the softness of it between his fingers. He forced himself to keep his hands clasped together in his lap, knowing that he needed to reign in his impulses.

"But enough about me, my dear," he said, shifting the focus back to her. "You have yet to tell me your name. May I have the pleasure of knowing such a beautiful woman's name?" She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Um, I…" she began, her voice soft and hesitant. "I don't use my real name anymore… People usually call me by a nickname now." His eyes widened at her words, curiosity piqued. "A nickname, you say?" he said, leaning forward in his seat. "May I have the honor of knowing what your nickname is?" Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Star," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. "They call me Star."

Elrond's heart skipped a beat as he heard the delicate syllables fall from her lips. Star. It was a beautiful name, perfectly suited to a beautiful girl. He repeated the name in his mind, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "Star," he repeated aloud, his voice soft and silky. "A lovely name for a lovely girl." Elrond leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "If you don't mind me asking," he began, his voice taking on a gentle tone, "how did you come to be called Star?" She shrugged, her fingers tracing a pattern on the surface of the table. "I'm not sure," she said, her voice quiet. "It just… fit, I guess. People started calling me that a few years ago, and it stuck. It's easier than using my real name, anyways."

Elrond smiled at her words, his eyes roaming over her face. He could see the hint of sadness that crept into her expression when she spoke of her name, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to ask her more, to pry deeper into the story behind her nickname, but he knew that he needed to take things slow. He could feel the possessiveness stirring within him again, the need to know everything about her, to claim her as his own. But he forced himself to push those thoughts aside, at least for now. He could be patient if it meant getting closer to her. Elrond leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Have… do you have a lover?" he asked, his voice soft and nonchalant, as if the question didn't mean much to him either way. She blushed at his words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "N-No," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have a… a lover." A wave of satisfaction washed over him, and he had to fight to keep his expression neutral. Good, he thought, the possessive fire within him growing stronger. She's unclaimed.

He couldn't help but smile at her answer, his thoughts already racing with ideas of how he could keep her that way. "No lover, hm?" he said, his voice smooth and silky. "You're a free woman, then. No bonds or ties to hold you down." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes flickering to the side before meeting his gaze again. "Yes, I'm… I'm free," she said, her voice soft and uncertain. Elrond's smile widened a glint of possessiveness in his eyes. "I see," he said, his voice taking on a silky tone. "A free woman, with no ties to hold her down. That's quite a rare thing to find these days, don't you think?"

She shifted again, her eyes darting to the floor as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I suppose so," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Elrond observed her, noting the way she fidgeted in her seat and avoided his gaze. "You seem nervous," he said softly, his voice smooth and calming. "Is something troubling you, little one?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I-I'm not nervous," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just… I'm not used to talking to elven lords, that's all." He chuckled softly at her words, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have nothing to be nervous about, my dear," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm no different from any other Elf, despite my title. Don't let the thought of talking to an elven lord put you on edge." As Elrond's words sunk in, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. He seems harmless enough, she thought, her heart rate slowly returning to normal.

"I suppose you're right," she said softly, her voice gaining a hint of confidence. "I don't need to be nervous. You're not so imposing, are you?" He chuckled again, clearly amused by her boldness. "No, I suppose I'm not," he said, his eyes glinting with humor. "But I must say, I'm surprised by your sudden confidence. You were a shy, blushing mess just a few moments ago." Her cheeks flushed red again at his words, her eyes darting away from his gaze.

"I… I was just caught off guard, that's all," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly. "But I'm fine now. I'm not scared of you if that's what you're wondering." Elrond chuckled again, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, his voice soft and velvety. "I wouldn't want you to be scared of me. I'm not such a fearsome creature to warrant fear." she then mentioned breakfast broke through his thoughts, and he felt a pang of irritation at the idea of her leaving so soon. But he forced himself to remain calm, not wanting to show his possessiveness too early.

"You were headed to breakfast, you say?" he said, his voice cool and neutral. "What a shame. I was hoping we could continue our conversation." As she mentioned her destination, he remembered her earlier request. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice cool and composed. "I had agreed to escort you to the dining hall, hadn't I? I suppose we should make our way there then before the food gets cold." He stood up from his seat, his movements graceful and fluid. "Shall we?" he said, offering her his arm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to his outstretched arm and back up to his face. She knew she should accept, considering he had offered to escort her, but something about him made her feel uneasy. But she pushed that feeling aside, telling herself she was being silly, and took his arm with a small nod.

As she took his arm, Elrond felt a jolt of possessiveness surge through him. It took all his self-control to keep his expression neutral, his inner thoughts a mess of conflicting emotions. She's mine, he thought, his mind already spinning plans to keep her by his side. He guided her out of the room with a firm grip on her arm, his mind racing as he plotted his next move. As they walked, he glanced down at her, admiring her delicate features and the way her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how small she was next to him, how fragile she seemed. It only served to increase his possessiveness, the need to protect and claim her growing stronger with every step they took. As they walked, he kept her close, subtly guiding her with his hand on her arm. His mind was a mess of possessive thoughts, schemes, and plans on how he could keep her by his side, how he could make her his own.

As they entered the dining hall, Elrond discreetly surveyed the room, his gaze landing on Thranduil, who was seated at a nearby table, deep in conversation with a group of elvish advisors.

Elrond led Star towards an empty table nearby, still keeping a firm grip on her arm, before turning to Thranduil. "Thranduil," he called out, his voice smooth and neutral. Thranduil looked up at the sound of his name, his eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Elrond and Star. Ah, he thought, a flicker of hunger passing through his eyes. Elrond has brought her here.

"Elrond," he replied, his voice smooth and regal. "I see you have a companion today." Elrond chuckled, his grip on Star's arm tightening slightly. "Indeed I do," he said, his voice cool and casual. "I found this lovely young woman wandering the halls, and offered to escort her to breakfast. She's quite shy, as you can see." Thranduil's gaze flicked to Star, his eyes roaming over her body with thinly veiled interest. "Shy, is she?" he said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "How delightful." Elrond suppressed a growl at Thranduil's words, his possessiveness flaring up at the other elf's interest in Star. He pulled her closer to his side, a subtle act of claiming her as his own. Thanduil chuckled, noticing Elrond's possessive gesture. "Now, now, old friend. No need to get worked up," he said, his voice playful and casual. "Let's not scare our shy little friend, shall we?"

Star looked nervously between the two elvish lords, feeling a sense of unease at the tension between them. She wasn't sure what Elrond and Thranduil were talking about, but she had a feeling it involved her somehow. Elrond shot Thanduil a quick glare, silently warning him to tread carefully. He had noticed Star's unease, and he didn't want her to become more alarmed.

"Don't worry, my dear," he said to her, his voice softening. "Thranduil is just teasing, as usual. He doesn't mean any harm." Thranduil smirked at Elrond's glare, amused by his friend's obvious possessiveness towards their guest. He decided to have a little fun, see how far he could push Elrond's buttons.

"Of course, I don't mean any harm," he said, his voice smooth and silky. "I'm simply admiring the beauty that you've brought to our table." Elrond took a deep breath, fighting to control his own emotions. He knew he had agreed to share her, but seeing Thanduil eye her with such interest was making it difficult for him to keep his possessiveness in check. Star had been silently observing the exchange between Thanduil and Elrond, her unease growing with every passing moment. She felt like a prize being fought over, and it was making her uncomfortable.

"Um," she spoke up, her voice hesitant and soft. "What are you talking about?" Elrond and Thanduil both turned their attention to her, their expressions schooled into masks of nonchalant indifference.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my dear," Elrond said, his voice casual. "Just a little… teasing, between friends." Thanduil chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That's right," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "Just a little banter. Nothing for you to concern yourself with." As the tension in the air grew thicker, Star shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an outsider during this silent battle of possessiveness between Elrond and Thanduil. She wanted to find an escape from this awkward situation.

"Um, why don't we all sit together?" she suggested quietly. Elrond and Thanduil exchanged a glance, both of them silently communicating with each other. They both knew that sitting together would only make their possessiveness even more palpable, but they also didn't want to refuse her request. "Of course, my dear," Elrond said, his voice smooth and practiced. "That sounds like a delightful idea." Thanduil nodded in agreement, his eyes still locked on Star. "Yes, a delightful idea indeed."

The three of them made their way to a nearby table, the air around them thick with tension and unspoken desires. Elrond helped Star into her seat, his hand lingering on her back for a moment longer than necessary. Thanduil took his seat across from them, his eyes roaming over Star hungrily as if he were mentally undressing her with his gaze. Elrond, not missing the way Thanduil was looking at Star, felt a pang of possessiveness rise again. He forced himself to remain calm, reminding himself that he had agreed to share her. Star, feeling the weight of their gazes on her, felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was starting to feel more and more like a piece of meat in between two hungry predators.

As they sat in silence, the tension in the air was palpable. Elrond and Thanduil's eyes kept wandering to Star, their possessive thoughts growing stronger with every passing second. Thanduil couldn't help but let his eyes roam over Star again, admiring her delicate features and petite frame. He imagined all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he could make her his.

Elrond, not liking the way Thanduil was leering at her, tried to subtly put himself between them, as if trying to shield her from his friend's hungry gaze. Thanduil noticed Elrond's protective gesture, his smirk growing wider. He's getting possessive again, he thought, his possessiveness flaring up in response.

Elrond, sensing Thanduil's reaction, shot him a warning glare. Keep your eyes off her, his expression said. As the tension between them continued to build, a distraction arose in the form of servants bringing in platters of food. The smell of fresh bread and hot food filled the air, momentarily breaking the spell cast by their possessive thoughts.

The servants placed the food on the table, and the three of them began to help themselves, filling their plates with a mix of fruits, pastries, and other breakfast delicacies. They began eating in awkward silence, the sound of silverware clinking against plates the only thing breaking the tense atmosphere.

Elrond and Thanduil continued to steal glances at Star, their eyes filled with unabashed greed. They both wanted her, and it was becoming harder for them to hide their desires. As they continued to eat, Thranduil finally broke the silence with a smooth suggestion.

"You know," he said, his voice casual and nonchalant. "I was thinking of taking a walk in the gardens after breakfast. It's such a lovely morning. Perhaps you'd like to join me, my dear."

Elrond tensed, his possessiveness flaring up again as he saw Thanduil make his attempt to woo Star. Star looked at Thanduil, her eyes flickering over to Elrond for a moment before responding. "Um, sure," she said softly. "A walk in the gardens sounds nice."

Elrond's grip on his fork tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn't like the thought of Star spending time alone with Thanduil, but he knew he couldn't refuse her. Thanduil's smirk widened as he noticed Elrond's reaction. "Excellent," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We'll have a lovely time together, I'm sure."

Elrond gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. He knew he couldn't make a scene in front of Star, but he was already planning all the ways he could sabotage their little stroll together. As they finished their breakfast, Thanduil quickly rose from the table, eager to spend some alone time with Star.

He offered her his arm, a charming smile on his lips. "Are you ready, my dear?" Star looked up at him, her eyes still flicking over to Elrond, who was sitting next to her, his expression neutral. She felt a small pang of guilt at leaving him behind, but she also couldn't help but feel a little excited at the prospect of spending some time with Thanduil. "Yes, I'm ready," she said softly, taking his arm.

As he led her away from the table, Thanduil shot Elrond a smug smirk. He knew that his friend was seething with jealousy, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Elrond watched as Thanduil and Star walked away together, his jaw clenched tight. He was seething with jealousy, his possessive thoughts swirling in his mind.

Thanduil glanced back over his shoulder, his smirk widening as he saw the look on Elrond's face. "Seems like our friend didn't like that very much," he murmured to Star, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

(tell me if yall would like changes, ill try to keep it in mind. i didn't want to use y/n so I picked something different. i do think I made the characters a bit of ooc but they are yandere so that is to be expected. i plan on next chapter focused purely on thranduil also I know that people might not like how shy and stuff she is but I think that she diff feels small next to elrond and thranduil, next chapter ill try to make her more confident as I think that thranduil is a more teasing person and can make people open up better since he is so interested)

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Letter from Dark Thranduil

Summary: Thranduil had been looking for you ever since you have ran away, after 3 weeks he had finally found you and before he captures you he decided to send a letter.

Warning: Thranduil being obsessive.

Dear starlight,

How have you been? I missed you so much, I cannot stand by myself with you away from my side. Why did you run away from me? Do you not know how much I love you? Do you not know what I would do to have you by my side?

I am truly disappointed with what you had done, but I shall forgive you since you are my lover and my future Queen.

It took me a while to find where exactly you ran away to, but after I hired some spies and sent a thousand of my men out to look for you, I have finally found where you are.

Do not try to run away, I already know your whereabouts and even if you try to escape, you only get caught since all of my soldiers have already surrounded near the place you are living in.

You only have 1 day to surrender or else my men will bring you back by force.

Choose wisely Starlight, I don't want to make your punishment worse, since I already decided to chain you to our bedroom until you learned how to love me.

You won't have any contact with anyone except me, though the maids will help you get ready every day but they won't talk to you by my orders, same with the guards, they will only protect you and prevent you from escaping again, they will also not talk you and won't look at you, or else I will remove their tongue and pluck out their eyes.

You have left me but no choice to do this, if only you had not run away from me maybe I would have still let you go outside for a few minutes with guards by your side, making sure that no one would hurt you. But now I will not let you go outside not even for a split second, you have ruined my trust and you have lost your privileges.

Anyway, I shall see you tomorrow in my grasp, where you belong.

See you soon, My starlight...

-Your one and only lover, Thranduil.

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Please. Can you write for more yandere Thranduil and fairy reader?

YANDERE THRANDUIL X READER 3

🪽if he has to rip your wings off he won’t chuck them away . No he prefers to have them and uses them as part of his throne for all to see. It’s a way to keep apart of you with him when he is doing king duties.

🪽wouldn’t necessarily do the same to his children not unless he has too.

🪽however if you tried to escape after having the child and you don’t have your wings anymore. He will use them against you ripping there wings off as a sign of punishment to you .

🪽they probably grow up asking you about the scars on there back and you have to lie to them and say ‘an orc attacked you and your father saved you’ or ‘an assassin attacked you’ it’s these lines that keep your perfect family together.

🪽Legolas loves having siblings he knows it selfish but he can’t help it . He had been alone his whole childhood and suddenly he has a REAL family .

🪽your children are definitely platonic yanderes for you it’s just a must. After all they want to be just like there father…

I have had so many requests asking about fairy reader and Thranduil so enjoy and thank you for the request ❤️❤️