#and is very happy thranduil has decided to stay in middle-earth

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Thranduil is Miriel’s brother and it changes nothing but it’s funny af (not-canon)

Idk man, i personally think that the idea of Thranduil being Miriel’s brother would be hilarious bc everyone sees these noldor kinslaying monsters and screams bloodymurder, but Thranduil looks at what is his nephew and grandnephew and goes “goddamn it Miriel, they had to get your personality”

When Oropher gets re-embodied in Valinor alongside Finwe he will spend entire meetings glaring bloody murder at Finwe for Miriel’s predicament, much to everyone’s confusion.

Finwe: making my way down town, walking fast-

Messenger: Your Majesty, King Oropher’s here to see you!

Finwe: walking faster

Oropher: Finwe!!

Finwe: -fucking sprinting!!

The Noldor of Valinor get to spectate as their high king is running full speed away from this feral silvan king while screaming bloody murder.

What, you thought Feanor got his attitude from Finwe? No way, that was all Miriel.

(PS, this is all in an AU where Oropher is a silvan, and thus was not in Doriath or in Beriland at all when the first age shit went down, (though he feels the need to point out that, just bc they weren’t involved with the noldor drama, that doesn’t mean they didn’t fight against Morgoth, they were just not geographically close enough to be apart of the armies in Beriland)

Oropher, Thranduil, Legolas and other family and friends would all know, but they’re all collectively ignoring the Feanorian mess bc that bunch has been labeled “the insane half of the family” (completely ignoring their own feralness, as you do)

But, can you imagine:

Elrond: -look, they might have kidnapped me and Elros, but they were the best parents anyone could ask for-

Thranduil, drowning in his wine to hide his expresion: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

[serene-faerie]

Facts about Merilwen

“Merilwen” translates to “rose maiden” in Sindarin

Her maternal aunt, uncle, and cousin are part of the Falathrim

Merilwen’s father is a Nandorin Elf, and her mother is a Sinda

Her first impression of Beren was that he was tall and strong, but his eyes were so sad. That was when she understood why Lúthien fell in love with Beren

Merilwen is very fond of Túrin during his time in Menegroth. She actually helps him during his preteen years, despite not fully understanding what the Edain go through during this turbulent period of their lives, and as a result, he trusts her a lot. Needless to say, his death caused her a lot of grief

Since childhood, she has regarded Mablung as an uncle figure

Merilwen named a perfume after Dior Eluchíl to celebrate the day he was appointed as Thingol’s successor. It was subsequently her most popular fragrance

She is good friends with Oropher and his wife (Elraënor, @fishing4stars’s OC), and she’s also a “cool aunt” to Thranduil and Eluthel ( @fishing4stars’s second OC)

She loves children, and has always wanted children of her own. In fact, one of the things that attracted her to Voronwë was seeing how close he was to Eärendil

In this AU, Voronwë doesn’t sail west with Tuor and Idril. He stays in Middle-earth with Merilwen and lives with her in the Havens of Sirion

Merilwen doesn’t know it yet, but Maglor almost became her cousin-in-law because her maternal cousin had a brief courtship with him in the early years of the First Age

When Elrond and Elros were born, Elwing named Merilwen as their godmother

She becomes very close to her cousin in the Havens of Sirion. They both survive the Third Kinslaying because they both went to find Círdan and help him prepare ships to come to the Havens

Merilwen, her cousin, and Voronwë never stopped searching for Elrond and Elros after the Third Kinslaying. It wasn’t until the War of Wrath that Merilwen was reunited with them

She and Elrond become closer during and after the War of Wrath. Merilwen teaches him about Sindarin medicine and healing techniques, which helps him become a master healer during the war. After the defeat of Morgoth, Merilwen and Voronwë move to Lindon, which becomes their home for most of the Second Age

Elrond frequently asks Merilwen to tell her stories about his mother, and about Doriath. Merilwen is more than happy to share stories with him, and often wishes that Elwing could see her son

Merilwen and Voronwë get married in Lindon during the early years of the Second Age. They even have a child of their own— a girl named Ithilloth, and they name Elrond as their daughter’s godfather

After the War of the Last Alliance, Merilwen decides to sail west to Aman. She is joined by Voronwë, but Ithilloth only sails west after Sauron’s defeat in the Third Age

[carmisse]

Eryn Galen Family Tree

Some headcanons on which I based this.

Before leaving Nelyafinwë and Findekano get married secretly due to the death of his grandfather.

Unfortunately, they are forced to separate for a long time before Fingon goes to look for his husband, rescuing him from the clutches of Morgoth and his servant. After a long healing process, the two finally unite their faiths and conceive a son. Ereinion Gil-Galad, whom they must let go to Círdan for his proper protection.

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Gil-Galad grows up without knowing much of his origin, however he manages to consolidate as a friend of the Sindar, under the tutelage of Círdan.

Thus, during a visit to Doriarth, Eldarion meets Prince Oropher, the young son of Elmo, and nephew of King Thingol. Who also turns out to be a candidate to be his spouse; to the displeasure of both, since at the beginning they do not tolerate each other at all. However, and after a time in which they put their laziness behind them after their lives were put in danger due to an incident outside Melian's belt, they decide to continue with the courtship between them, concluding that they will go at their own pace with it.

As it turns out, they get married.

Living in a fairly stable and happy marriage, they decide to wait a while before even considering having children. Although they enjoy taking care of their nephew, Celeborn, son of Oropher's brother, Galadhon.

The two enjoy their time together very much, Oropher still works in his uncle's court and Ereinion continues to apprentice with Círdan.

During the eighth year of their marriage, they finally have an only son, Thranduil.

Gondolin falls, and with it Ereinion is summoned to the island of Balar where he is told of his origin, who his parents are and the death of his uncle Turgon, for which he was now to be named High King.

Shortly after the third murder of relatives. Gil-Galad founds the city of Lindon which he rules with the help of Oropher. At the same time they see Thranduil grow up more. Being that when the latter reaches adolescence, his ada founds Eryn Galen, Oropher is appointed king by the wood elves and much to his regret he must leave to lead what remains of his family's village, Thranduil stays with Ereinion for seasons, especially because he wishes to continue seeing his cousin, Celeborn, although he also visits his ada.

The last alliance arrives, Gil-Galad has decided to create an army to attack Sauron in an attempt to quell the evil he spreads throughout Middle-earth.

Oropher is captured by the dark lord, his husband and son believe him dead, Thranduil is crowned king in the midst of battle and his Atar guides him as best he can given the current circumstances.

(I know Thingol banned Quenya, but Erenion, Oropher and Thranduil probably spoke it at home).

It is not until the climax of the war that Glorfindel gives his help to Oropher who manages to flee from Sauron because the latter finally came out to give battle to Gil-Galad.

(Fuck the canon, Oropher and Ereinion are alive when it ends.)

•••

Thranduil and Glorfindel met during the last alliance, because of young Elrond.

Thranduil felt a great admiration for the lord of the house of the golden flower, while Glorfindel decided to give himself a chance to fall in love again if he and the prince of Eryn Galen could get out of the war.

Being so, both spoke towards the fourth year of the conflict, confessing their desire towards the culmination of what they are living. Since by tradition the elves do not marry during the war and much less have children. During that time, only once in the fifth year of the last alliance, the two share a single kiss that turns out to be nothing more than a brush of lips. The war ends, thanks to the Valar they can now breathe without fear that this is their last day in the same land.

Glorfindel decides to court Thranduil this under the blessing of Gil-Galad and Oropher.

(Celeborn and Elrond organize the betrothal dinner)

They however, decide to marry with the trees as witnesses before having a larger celebration as expected by the elves. Ten years pass before Prince Legolas is born.

Version 0.2

Aragorn and Legolas already have a relationship when they join the Fellowship of the Ring. Gandalf knows it and Frodo is very suspicious since despite their many attempts, they do not disguise it as well as they think.

Frodo is aware of the looks they give each other when they think no one sees them.

Boromir has seen them flirting, they use the sindarin but it is clear what is flirting.

Gimli also found them sharing his watch. Aragorn had his head resting on Legolas' lap while Legolas hummed to him and stroked his dark locks, both looking up at the stars.

It is Pippin who in his boredom asks to please tell them how they met, how long they have been together and also asks if those rings they wear themselves mean they are married.

It is Legolas who just resigns himself and tells the story, Sam finds it quite romantic and Gimli just says that Legolas charmed him with his singing, which makes everyone laugh.

Extra headcanons :

- Fingon is trans.

- Sindar have both gender.

- Glorfindel was very afraid of falling in love after losing Ecthelion, however Thranduil came as a bucket of cold water. He makes amends with his relationship with Ecthelion and decides to follow his feelings.

- Glorfindel is sworn to Elrond being this descendant of Turgon to whom he was sworn before. For which he lives in Imladris, Thranduil understands it because his parents also lived separated in spite of being married because they had their own duties. However, Elrond sends Glorfindel away until Legolas is the equivalent of sixteen human years old. It is then that he is finally allowed to return.

- Legolas has honey-colored hair, a combination of his parents'. His eyes are also warm like Glorfindel's even if the color of them is similar to Thranduil's.

- If Aragorn and Legolas had a daughter she would be named Miriel.

[moony-artnstuff]

Oh, okay! Thanks for clarifying :)

Can I request headcanons of him with a future S/O (gender neutral) who is travelling with the company and very obviously has a crush on him? Such as staring, blushing when he gets close/touches, etc..

If you don't want to write this that's 100% fine :)

Note: Hello! I'm so sorry for the long wait, I had to do a bunch of things for school before I could finish this. It was a bit of a challenge to write for Gandalf romantically, but still very fun to try out. I hope you like it!

Being Gandalf’s future s/o and having a crush on him during the quest to reclaim Erebor:

He knows.

He’s a wizard, so that’s to be expected. He was a bit surprised though, when he found out, but also flattered.

Gandalf has been around for a very, very long time and finding romance has never been on his mind, nor did he ever expect someone to fall in love with him, old as he was. However, when he noticed you blushing every time the two of you spoke and the lingering touches between your hands, a warm feeling made its home within his chest and he decided that maybe romance wouldn’t be such a bad idea. He waits for you to make the first move though, enjoying making you flustered as he finds your reactions adorable.

You have such a big crush on him you don’t know what to do with it. You find yourself staring at him both when he’s casting some amazing spell to save the company as well as when he’s simply smoking his pipe. Gandalf is wonderful to talk to; he tells funny jokes and has tons of stories he’s collected over the many years he’s spent in Middle-Earth, and you find yourself hanging on his every word while simultaneously trying to not obviously blush whenever you make eye contact with him.

You notice that you never feel quite as cold on the nights where even the dwarves are shivering, and even after having fought orcs and wargs all day after walking several miles you always immediately fall asleep and wake up refreshed.

When the rest of the company finds out… ohohoho prepare to be teased.

Especially by Fili and Kili; they will make inappropriate jokes, have you ride your horse right next to Gandalf’s, they even grab your stuff and place them next to Gandalf’s bedroll.

You worry for him whenever he leaves the company, especially when he suddenly takes off right when you’re about to enter the forest of Mirkwood. You don’t see him again until right before the Battle of Five Armies, when you sneak out with Bilbo to offer the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bard.

You’re so happy to see him that you give him a hug as a greeting, which he happily returns. Just like with Bilbo, Gandalf tries to keep you out of harm's way by ordering you to stay in Laketown, but of course you don’t listen. When he sees you on the battlefield fighting orcs and trolls, Gandalf tries his best to shield you from most attacks, determined to keep you as safe as possible.

After the mountain has been reclaimed you confess your love to Gandalf, after which you join him on his travels around Middle-Earth.

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Magic in a Time of Need

Okay so I received this request from @empress-writes, and I’m honestly very excited to write it! I haven’t written for Thranduil or anything related to The Hobbit, so this should be an interesting experience. Flashbacks are in italics. As always gif and characters are not mine. Hope you enjoy it!

Description: Y/N is the most skilled mage in Middle Earth, and has chosen to help the Dwarves reclaim their homeland. When Y/N and the dwarves are caught by the king of Mirkwood, the tension of Y/N and Thranduil’s past arises

Warnings: a little bit of sexual tension, references to past smut, mentions of blood. If I miss any please tell me!

Y/N, one of the most well known mages in all of Middle Earth, was stuck in a prison cell with their comrades. Of course, they didn’t mind that they were in this predicament. It was merely a small wrinkle in their journey with the Dwarves of Erebor, and Y/N wouldn’t have changed anything.

Y/N was recruited by Gandalf the Grey at the very beginning of the quest to reclaim the mountain, and Y/N accepted in an instant. They knew Thorin from when he was younger, and got along with all of the other Dwarfs, who saw Y/N as a sister. Y/N understood what it was like to lose a home, and they wouldn’t let the company fall to that same fate.

Of course, now there quest had come to a halt. All of the Dwarves sat in their cells. Some were angry, while others had simply given up. “Come on, we can’t let this small inconvenience dampen our spirits,” Y/N stated as they leaned against the cool metallic bars. “I know the strength that is within all of you. We will get through this.”

“I hope you are right, dear mage, but with Bilbo missing and Thorin unwilling to cooperate, our luck seems to have run out,” Balin replied. Y/N could understand Thorin’s anger towards the Elven king. He had abandoned the Dwarves like a coward when they needed him, and that was one of the many reason why Y/N decided to join the dwarves.

Fili kicked the door of his cell and let out a scream of frustration. “Can you not use magic to break these blasted bars? Surely that is possible!”

“No, it’s not possible,” Y/N retorted. “My cell is marked with enchantments that prevent me from using magic. Funny, they take the time to make something like this, but they don’t take time to save the innocent.”

The Dwarves all voiced their agreement. After a few minutes, an elf appeared in front of Y/N’s cell. They recognized him from the first time they had came to Mirkwood. Y/N smirked at him. “Nirornor, it’s been a long time. I can see that your still working for blondie. How’s that going for you?”

Nirornor’s face remained stoic. “It’s going well. Not that you would know, mage. Thranduil is requesting your presence.”

“Hm, I can see your still stoic as ever my pointy-eared friend. Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Nirornor mumbled under his breath, something about idiotic humans. Y/N knew better though, for they had spent much time with him while they were in Mirkwood last. Deep down Nirornor wasn’t as uptight as he was now, but Y/N figured that he had to keep up appearances.

Nirornor escorted Y/N into the throne room, and they started the climb up the winding stairs leading to the throne. Y/N tried to rub their wrists, but it was much more difficult with the enchanted handcuffs that were placed around them. Gods, did Thranduil not trust them at all? Well, after what they did, he was probably still angry.

Finally, the two reached the top of the stairs. The king of Mirkwood himself was stretched over his throne, his boot-clad feet dangling over the arms of the throne. Thranduil wasn’t looking at either of them as he pretended to be lost in thought. “You may leave us, Nirornor,” Thranduil said with a wave of his hand.

Nirornor bowed to the king and journeyed back down the stairs. The tension in the air was thick, and Y/N began to shift on their feet. Thranduil simply chuckled at them. “How do those cuffs feel, melethel? I had them specially made for your return.”

“Don’t call me that, and if I’m being honest, these cuffs are a pain,” Y/N growled at the blonde Elf.

“Oh come now, don’t be so aggressive. You didn’t complain about my nickname for you the last time we were together. Don’t tell me you have forgotten?”

Thranduil was right, Y/N couldn’t forget about that night, or the first time they had met. It was several years ago, when Y/N was a mere apprentice. Some of the older mages were called to Mirkwood to help the king, and decided that Y/N should come too.

“Don’t you fret, my dear. Everything will be fine, and I think you’ll find Mirkwood to be quite enjoyable.”

Ealdthard, the head mage of Artevor, a school of magic located near the Blue Mountains, turned in his saddle to check on his apprentice. Y/N was looking around at the massive trees and how their leaves danced in the slight wind. “I think you are right, Ealdthard. However, I’ve heard rumors about the king. Is he really as nasty as they say?”

“Well, all my dealings with him have been pleasant. He may not always be fond of other races, but he admires our magical skills.”

Y/N nodded their head. Surely if Ealdthard liked him, they would too. They approached the front gate of Mirkwood, and a tall, brunette elf approached them. “Alatulya, mages of Artevor. The servants will take care of your horses, and I will escort you inside. My name is Nirornor, and I am an aid to the king.”

The two mages followed Nirornor into the throne room, and upon reaching the throne, Y/N let out a quiet gasp. They never expected the Elven king to be so beautiful. Y/N knew that Elves were often picturesque, but they assumed this king would be old and scraggly. Boy were they wrong. His locks reflected in the light of the room, and his skin appeared to be softer than velvet. Thranduil’s ocean colored eyes stared directly into Y/N’s, and Y/N could have swore that they darkened ever so slightly.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ealdthard. Who is this beautiful person that you have brought with you,” Thranduil asked as he approached the two.

“This is Y/N, my apprentice. I thought it would be good for them to travel to new places and experience new things before they leave my side to travel alone,” Ealdthard responded.

“That’s very wise of you, and I hope that you enjoy your stay here, Y/N. I am Thranduil, the king of Mirkwood.” he leaned down and left a gently kiss on Y/N’s hand, and Y/N blushed at the action.

“Ealdthard and I have some business to attend to, but I do hope to see you at dinner,” Thranduil added as he started to walk away with Ealdthard.

“I will be there, your highness,” Y/N answered with a bow.

“Please, call me Thranduil.”

Y/N later learned the reason why they were summoned to Mirkwood that year. Thranduil wanted help with learning more enchantments to hide his face, which had been touched by dragon fire. At first Y/N had felt pity for him, but his future actions filled them with rage.

“Whatever proposition you have, I want nothing of it,” Y/N snarled.

Thranduil glared back at her. “You haven’t even heard what it is. Stay with me, Y/N. Be my queen and a powerful mage at my side.”

“So, I’m just going to be a tool then?! Never! I am loyal to the dwarves, and they are more courageous than you’ll ever be!”

Thranduil crossed the room in a flash, and his hand harshly grasped Y/N’s chin. He forced Y/N to look into his eyes. Anger was flowing off of the two of them, and a mix of something else was also present. Thranduil’s lips were inches from Y/N’s. “Don’t you ever mention those dwarves around me. They could never give you what I have given you.”

That evening, Thranduil had hosted a huge feast to welcome his guests. After they had filled themselves with a wide array of dishes, a bard began to be lay music in the corner. The peppy tune caused the Elves to rise to their feet, and they all began to dance. Y/N, dressed in a fancy outift, sipped wine from their chalice. Thranduil approached them, and offered a hand to them. “May I have this dance, Y/N?”

Y/N accepted. Thranduil and Y/N spun around the dance floor in graceful movements. Both of them were laughing. Y/N was finally starting to believe that Thranduil wasn’t as harsh as they had originally thought. “You’re an amazing dancer, Y/N,” Thranduil commented as his eyes sparkled with adoration. Thranduil knew that he shouldn’t be falling for someone so quickly, let alone that person being a human, but he couldn’t help it. Y/N made him feel happy, and he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

That night, Y/N stayed with Thranduil. As the moon travelled across the dark sky, Thranduil and Y/N were caught in the throes of passion, and afterwards their limbs remained tangled with one another until the early morning hours. Y/N woke to an empty bed.

A maid walked in, and Y/N tried to cover themselves with the fitted sheets. “Excuse me, do you know where Thranduil is,” Y/N asked the maid.

“Oh, he had to leave early this morning. A dragon has attacked Erebor, and the dwarves are requesting assistance. However, Thranduil has already made up his mind to not help them. A dragon is dangerous business,” the maid stated.

Y/N’s features flushed crimson from anger. If Thranduil wasn’t going to help those innocent Dwarves, then why did he even leave in the first place! Y/N quickly dressed and gathered their things, and before leaving they told Ealdthard the reason behind their abrupt exit. Y/N could not stand by and help a selfish king.

“If that is what you wish,” Ealdthard whispered, “then I will meet you back at Artevor. Travel safely, dear Y/N.”

And travel they did, all the way back to Artevor. They finished their apprenticeship, and travelled into the world as planned. Never once did did they think of Thranduil, except for the few nights when they woke up in a hot sweat from a dream they had about him and their time together. Y/N became the most powerful mage in Middle Earth. When the moment came that Y/N could help the dwarves, they joined with no hesitation. They would get back at Thranduil for doing what he was to scared to do.

When Thranduil returned and learned that Y/N had left, he grew angrier by the second. Tables were thrown, and Thranduil even pulled a sword against Nirornor. “Where did they go?! Why has Y/N left me,” Thranduil shouted in anguish and rage.

“They have gone back to Artevor. They said that they would not help such a selfish king,” Nirornor said.

“I swear, that if Y/N ever dares to return here, I will make them suffer! I will show them what happens when you cross an Elf!”

Little did Thranduil know that his time for revenge would eventually come, and now here his now enemy was, just an inch away from him.

“I may still love you deep down, Thranduil, but until you change your idiotic ways, I will never stay by your side,” Y/N declared.

Thranduil leaned in and roughly connected his lips with Y/N’s. His anger went straight into the kiss, and while Y/N wished they could return it, they shoved him away as best they could with cuffs on. Thranduil’s eyes flashed with fury, and he slowly backed away from them. “Take them back to the cells. I will wait an eternity if I have to in order to have you by my side, Y/N.”

As Y/N was dragged away from the king, they flung their head back in a roar of laughter. “Sorry, blondie! You’re going to have to wait longer than that!”

Y/N was right of course, for hours later Bilbo had freed them and the other dwarves, and they floated down the river in oak barrels. Their journey was back on track, but Y/N couldn’t shake the lingering feelings they had for Thranduil.

Nirornor approached Thranduil for the second time that day. This time he was wearing armor, and orc blood stained the side of his slim face. “Your highness, Y/N has escaped again.”

Thranduil simply smiled. “I know that they’ve escaped. Something tells me this won’t be the last time I will see that famous mage.”

[hypermanga]

Stuck in the middle (Thorin x reader; Thranduil x reader)

Requested by: @queenofmankind​

Request: Hi can I request an imagine where the reader is a fem elf who’s travelling with the dwarves company and Thorin feels the tug that tells him you’re his One although he never admit it, just to discover later on that you’re Thranduil’s lover when the Company arrived in Mirkwood.

Word count: 1456

A/N: Because today it is Richard Armitage’s - the actor who played Thorin - birthday , I decided to give this fic a happy ending for our favourite dwarf king 

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Gandalf had asked you to join the Company of Thorin Oakenshield after you told him you wanted to leave any commodities behind and help more people in Middle Earth. Thanks to your long life span, you had seen the rise and fall of many empires, cities and kingdoms as well as many of  Middle Earth's secrets that only someone like you had the time to unveil. 

Convincing the Company of your use in the quest had been difficult to say the least mostly because of your race and the circumstances, given that you joined them in Rivendell.

"A woman in our quest? And a she-elf to say the least?" Gloin had exclaimed, making everyone mumble and complain about it. It seemed everyone apart from Bilbo and Gandalf was not happy about your addition, which you didn't take as an offence: you knew how the Mirkwood elves had treated the dwarves of Erebor in their time of need; In their position, you would've been just as wary, that's why you challenged yourself to change their opinion about you.

"Mithrandir" you greeted him at one of Rivendell's balconies "(Y/N)" "It feels strange to help the Company" you watched how the dwarves had fun laughing at a member who had just broken a table he was sitting on "I know I ask a lot, given their opinion on elves. Specially Thorin's"

Ah yes, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror. He hadn't been ecstatic with Gandalf's announcement, in fact, he had been quite vocal about his opposition to it "Why would I want an elf" his words had venom, especially at the mention of your race "Elves don't approve of our journey, and I wouldn't trust with my life those who have already abandoned my people once" His eyes had been on you all the time, anger and another emotion you couldn't have pinpointed. 

"I understand where he comes from, I only wish to prove him otherwise...That not all elves have the same mentality" "I wish you all the luck to you, he is a very prideful dwarf" Cups of wine clashed together as you enjoyed the Valley of Imladris' gentle breeze.

Disbelief, that's what Thorin had felt when his eyes landed on you and felt a familiar tug in his heart. For years, since he was a young dwarfling, he had dreamed of finding his One but after Smaug's attack, whatever hope he had faded, including the one of finding his one true love. Now, as he had you in front of him, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: he had found you, yes, but you were from the same kin of those who didn't help his in their darkest hour.

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Your sword slashed the goblins with scary precision, one only elves could possess. Like a hurricane all fell around you, none coming near enough to inflict any kind of pain or become a menace "Thorin!" You saw a horde of those creatures approaching the Company's leader, who seemed too lost in fighting another group that he didn't notice them. As you made your way to him, you continued executing anyone who went toe to toe with your sword, your eyes trained in the dwarf king; Not even when you ducked or jumped did your eyes leave him. 

As you arrived at his position he turned around with wary eyes, which softened when he saw who you were, catching you off-guard "There are too many! Let's fight back to back!" As you said that, more goblins appeared, obliging Thorin to follow your strategy with a huff. 

His outside mannerisms and attitude, though, couldn't be far more different than how happy he felt that you were fighting together as one, like soulmates who knew exactly how the other fought.

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"Lady (Y/N)?" Everyone's eyes turned to you when Mirkwood's prince recognized your face "Hello Legolas" You faked a smile, not content at all with your kin's hostility "I demand you let us go" 

"That is not for me to decide, but Ada's" You could feel the hatred pouring from the Company's gazes, especially the Durin's folk, but decided to carry along with your plan, with all its consequences.

"I'm sure he will listen to what I have to say" You smiled, ignoring the guard who was checking you for any possible threats.

You were all guided to Mirkwood, where the Company was imprisoned while you were accompanied to the Throne Room "Ah, (Y/N)" The elf king smiled sweetly from his antler throne "Thranduil" "What can I do for you, Nin Meleth?" "You must set free the Company. Their intentions are nothing but noble, as well as their quest" "(Y/N)...You understand I can't let them go without a bargain right?" "If you were a good king who empathized more with the other kins perhaps" "Watch your tongue. While I hold you very dear in my heart I won't hesitate to raise my voice if necessary" "I understand, but-" 

Your conversation was cut short as the guards brought Thorin up. He looked dishevelled, a far cry from how you had met: his hair was covered in spider webs, and the ends of his coat soaked in dirty water and mud. And even like that, he still stood proud as the rightful King Under the Mountain, with qualities you'd to admit Thranduil didn't possess.

"(Y/N)" You nodded at Thorin, stopping yourself from siding with the dwarf king, scared of making the situation worse than what it was about to become.

The negotiations didn't go very far, as Thorin wasn't about to give Thranduil Erebor's gems in exchange for the other's help, not when he had deceived his people once 

"Imrid amrad ursul!" With those words, you knew Thorin had sealed his fate. for Thranduil was quick to dismiss him, but not before playing another card.

"(Y/N), you will stay here with me. This little adventure of yours ends here" "But-" "I will not repeat myself, dear" Thranduil beckoned you a second time, hand extended which you took with distaste "What?" "Has she not told you? My, my (Y/N), and here the dwarf thought he had any chance with you" Your brows shot up in surprise "My lord, what are you saying?" "I can't believe you have been so naïve my dear" Thranduil smiled, pleased that his pet name infuriated Thorin even more "He's obviously infatuated with you...May I adventure myself to think you are his One?" 

Thorin looked at the other king defiantly "You do not know anything about me!" "Oh but you know I do" He just smiled wickedly "Thorin, I didn't know..." "Don't make this any worse" Thorin's voice cracked, defeat etched in his features "I do not wish to do so! In fact, I want to make everything clear. Yes, I have been infatuated with Thranduil for centuries. He was a good elf, one that seemed to take over the world and protect it from any danger" You turned your head to Thranduil "But not anymore" At that, Thorin's eyes widened, as well as Thranduil's "I'm sorry, but you are nothing but a shadow of what you were: you let the forest fall ill, the darkness has possessed it with the spiders. You didn't take part in defending another kin's kingdom you were allied to, and now that you could make amends you decide to be egotistical!" Thranduil's face was like an open book: he felt betrayed, hurt that you decided to side with the dwarves instead of your lover "I'm sorry, but this ends here" You freed yourself from Thranduil's weak grasp and descended the throne's stairs "Is that quest more important than me?" "Yes, it is the right thing to do, but you can't seem to figure it out"

Next thing you knew, the guards were dragging you to the dungeons alongside Thorin, who thrashed around to free himself before being thrown in a cell "You have been blinded (Y/N). Trust me, this will be for the better" Those were the last words you heard from Thranduil before the cell's door closed. 

"(Y/N)?" Balin exclaimed, upon seeing you "What are you doing here?" "Thranduil and I didn't see eye to eye on some matters. I thought I could put some sense in him, but he's not the man I fell in love with a long time ago. I'm sorry I couldn't be more useful"

It seemed like some members of the Company wanted to talk to you regarding the "Thranduil's lover part", but Thorin quickly shushed them, not wishing to put you even more down "I'm sure everything will be alright" "How?" "We still have a chance"

A chance that would present itself in the form of a very witty hobbit called Bilbo.

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[anki-of-beleriand]

And, okay, this is the second part and still don't know what am doing exactly but, hope you like it @aduialel thank you for the idea!

ThranduilxReader - sort of

GlorfindelxReader friendship

Modern Reader, mentions of Elrond and Celebrian

Here is the first part, if you wanna give it a chance

The wine is quite delicious; you are always quite surprise at how it slides down your tongue leaving behind a fruity taste. You are not used to this kind of beverages, but you have learnt to love them in the last couple of months you have been trapped in this strange, yet so familiar world.

Your companion says something and you have to shake your head to go back to the conversation. He looks highly amused by your distraction; you wince because you know he will tease you mercilessly once you have gone back to his place. You should have never said anything about this party, or the particular elf that have caught your attention.

“I think, my lady, that you are highly distracted.” Glorfindel says and you roll your eyes, then he places a hand on your shoulder and leans in whispering in your ear. “And the reason of your distraction is coming over.”

You tense because really one encounter was enough for a day. You can sense the tension on your shoulders, that empty pit on your abdomen and the fluttering of butterflies in your heart as he approaches. He is not alone, he comes with Elrond and another elf, his eyes are completely focused on you though his face seems to be a mask of pure indifference those eyes burn with emotion.

“Ah, Glorfindel, fancy seeing you here.” He says and Elrond shoots him an exasperate stare while Celebrian merely rolls her eyes.

Glorfindel arches a single eyebrow bowing his head, “Thranduil, it has been quite some time, how have you been?”

“I’ve been doing fantastic, though Elrond here was wondering quite a few things and we thought you and your companion can help us clarify.”

Now it is Elrond the only looking completely flabbergasted at this declaration, you hide your smile behind your goblet because this is really strange but funny at the same time. When you arrived in this strange world you never entertain the idea of getting to know the characters that have been filling your dreamless nights, or the stories you have been working on. You think briefly on all your WIPs back home and shake your head knowing they will forever be in that status.

Someone pokes you on the side and you notice you have been staring at Thranduil more than you should, and they have stop talking at some point. You can feel your cheeks warming up in embarrassment, but it is your eyes and your smile the ones that betray this.

“Right, I…wasn’t paying attention. What was it?” You try to sound sheepish and apologetic but Thranduil doesn’t seem to be impressed by this.

“Lord Thranduil was asking for your name.” Glorfindel sounds completely and utterly amused and you shoot him a stare that says you will kill him later. Or try to.

You turn to Thranduil who is waiting for an answer, Elrond and Celebrian both decide to not be part of this though they stay watching the interaction with growing amusement on their part. You smile politely an introduce yourself, the name that escapes your mouth is the one Glorfindel bestowed upon you on your first meeting when he saved you from a certain dead as soon as you arrived to Middle Earth.

Thranduil arches an eyebrow as if contemplating the veracity of what you just say, and as he does this you also take a closer look. He is ageless though there is something youthful in him, perhaps it is his clear eyes that show no pain nor any sadness or coldness, this is a time before Sauron breaks havoc so you know nothing beyond the Fall of Doriath has happened. He is still young, and perhaps happy. There is no wife as of yet, and he is vain and extrovert though right now, for some unknown reason, he looks highly offended though the conversation soon moves to different topics.

You can seem to stop your eyes from wandering back to Thranduil and he seems to be under the same kind of predicament. Though you can’t help but think his reasons are different to yours, your little crush really have you wanting nothing more that touch that silky hair of his or to see those eyes and that beautiful smile he seems to wear only behind a mask of sarcasm and arrogance.

“It seems you are easily distracted,” his voice is deep taint with amusement and his blue eyes gleam as they look down on you, “is my presence uncomfortable to you?”

You narrow your eyes, for the very first time noticing you two are alone. Glorfindel has been dragged away by Echtelion and Elrond is back on the dance floor with Celebrian. Your eyes go back to Thranduil who seems to wear a smirk and wait for an answer.

“No, of course not.” You answer trying to keep your cool, but really he is suddenly far too close to you. “But, I do get distract easily it’s just….I’m not used to all of this.”

You wave your hand around and Thranduil seems to contemplate you for a moment, he turns to the room and then his eyes are back on you.

“You mean celebrations? Or, elves in general?” He asks with a single eyebrow lift and you shift uncomfortable for a moment, no one knows you real origins. No one but Glorfindel and Echtelion, you are not overly excited to share it with anyone else because they don’t need to know.

You turn to Thranduil and your heart speeds up when his eyes settle on you, he really has such beautiful eyes. You shake your head and shrug.

“I’m not pretty good at social gatherings.”

“Whatever not?” Thranduil replies genuinely surprised. “They are the best to spend a tiresome day fill with routine.”

“I prefer to read, or just to hang around with my closest friends.” You want to tell him you also prefer to hear music or watch movies but…

Thranduil then tilts his head, “Friends? It was quite shocking to see Glorfindel it is such a friend, I did not know he mingle with mortals.”

You tense turning to Thranduil furrowing your brows, “why not?”

Thranduil seems genuinely surprise by the question, he gives you a quick glance pursing his lips.

“Why would one of the Eldar mingle with a mortal? It is but a brief blink of an eye to us, to create attachments seems foolish.” He says as if this was a universal law, his words hurt you deeply but they also infuriate you.

“What a stupid thing to say.”

“Excuse me?” He turns to you rather shocked that someone seems to say something like that to him.

“I said that’s a pretty stupid and ignorant thing to say.” You retort looking at him who was now lancing at you with narrow eyes. “Why would you deny yourself a friendship for such an stupid reason? You are not invincible, and you can also die by fading or sword, so you stop having friend or lovers because of it?”

“Lovers?” He says the word with a strange glint in his eyes, there is something you are missing in this conversation but now Thranduil is back with a fire in his eyes as he tries to intimidate you with his height and stare. “It takes too much effort to try and build a relationship with someone who is to die and whither with time, it simply has not sense.”

Your hand tightens around the cup of wine, your really are quite offended by those words mainly because in your head you though this conversation would go differently. Perhaps, you imagine yourself getting to know Thranduil and befriend him and maybe, just maybe, getting a kiss or two; really all the fanfics you read fill your head with impossible dreams. Now, he is just an arse, and you want to hit him for such harsh words.

“How petty of you, Lord Thranduil.” You said with all the animosity you could muster. “Either way, my friendship with Glorfindel is none of your business and thank the heavens you are not to decide this, nor I am interested in forging a friendship with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He looks downright offended, and now you are completely certain no one has spoken to him in such a manner.

“Yes! A complete brute, insensitive, idiot.” You take a deep breath shaking your head, “now, if you excuse me, I think my friend is calling for me.”

Thranduil is left alone, shocked and completely outrage at such treatment. No one and you really mean no one has ever dared to treat him in such a disrespectful way. He sets to follow you and you don’t realize it until his hand wraps around your arm turning you around mid-stride.

“Apologize.” He demands and you can help but laugh.

“Really? Whatever for?”

“Your rudeness for starters, you should not speak in such a disrespectful way to a lord.” He says as a way of explanation, you snort taking his hand in yours to disentangle it from your arm.

“Right, let’s get something straight, I don’t apologize to my mum, whatever makes you think I will apologize to you, lord or not?”

He seems annoyed; his eyebrows are knit together as if he is looking for an explanation. You purse your lips looking away before speaking.

“But don’t worry Lord Thranduil, you will not see this rude girl ever again, so you won’t have to deal with my rudeness anymore.”

“Why?” He asks and you stop death on your tracks.

“What?”

“Why I won’t see you anymore?” He asks surprising himself, his blue eyes glaze over for a moment before the settle on you with decision.

You gape, because that’s strange thing to ask but, then you shake your head and step back.

“Because, we won’t see each other again?” You kind of ask, kind of answer not really knowing what to say.

He seems to pounder over this straighten himself up, “And, why not?”

Again, he seems surprise at his own question and boldness, you are just confuse because, really? What the hell?

“Uh, you don’t deal well with me being honest?”

“Rude, you were being rude.”

“I was being honest, that it came out rude because I call you an idiot is of no consequence to me.” You reply stepping back a little. “And, we won’t see each other again, because I do no fancy having to see or talk with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He asks offended all over again, and this time around you look rather amused.

“Yes, someone like you.” You reply taking another step back, he seems to pierce you with his eyes before asking.

“What do you mean someone like me?” He asks and, just because you can and you’re still mad you answer.

“An idiot.”

He is left there with a strange expression on his face and, while you do not know it, he is already working on a way to see you again.

Only because it is Thranduil the one who should always have the last word.

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Tilda of Mirkwood

This is the one I’ve been waiting for.

Out of the Bardlings, Tilda is easily my favorite and the one I think about the most, which is why she has a bit more info than the other two. Let’s just get into it.

Tilda was born on the hottest day Laketown had ever experienced since Smaug literally burned their city, so it should have said a lot about the ocean eyed girl.

Tilda quickly became known throughout Laketown as Bard’s troublesome child, that her siblings always could be found chasing after.

The young girl had always been a fan of climbing, and would try to literally climb anything she came across, including people. Her own da was her favorite, and he didn’t mind.

Tilda has always been a lot like her ma, assertive, stubborn, playful, and all over the place. Think five year old Yuki from Wolf Children, but spanning over the majority of her life.

Tilda was too young to remember anything about her ma, so she didn’t feel any sadness about her death, which she was happy about considering how many nights Bain has cried into Sigrid’s arms about her. It did make her feel a bit isolated from her family however, as they had something that she didn’t have.

During the battle of the five armies, this gal was hyped.

When the elves had arrived to help out the men of Dale, she basically bombarded every single one with questions, including the elven king himself.

And when her da and the king eventually fell in love and got married, she didn’t hesitate leaving dale to live in Mirkwood and get trained as an elf.

And I’m not going to talk so much about that, since I already covered that here.

But because of the fact that her da married the king of Mirkwood, it also meant that she was technically a princess of Mirkwood, and she hated that part.

Tilda is not one to just sit still and listen to when people talk. Either she will fall asleep, or she will start to babble about something irrelevant, causing quite a few problems here and there.

Legolas found her hilarious.

She’s not someone who holds her tounge while speaking with people she do not agree with, so more than once has she gotten into an argument with a council member about something, and she’s not one to hold back on the profanities.

Again, Legolas found her hilarious.

When it came to studying she was the same, mostly falling asleep during lessons or just not paying attention at all.

But when it came to more physical stuff, like hand to hand combat, or sword fighting, or archery, she was an expert.

She still stuck to her roots though, and could always be found climbing stuff, because she likes to feel tall.

It got out of hand for a while, as every time she traveled through a forest she would jump between the trees instead of walking on the path.

Because of the fact that she always stayed in Mirkwood and didn’t visit Dale much, she gained a much better relationship with Legolas than she did with her other siblings.

The two bonded over their total lack of self control, their love of nature and their archery skills.

Despite Legolas being her best friend, Tilda has other Elven friends.

There was Aria, the tailor who was a total snob but still kind enough.

Mambar, the soldier who had two daughters but no wife.

Taleki, the pretty much outcast who cuts his hair with a piece of glass so it looks jagged and spiky.

Kamarind, the fisherman that has never been clean in his life.

Vivian, the blind artist who lost her brother.

And Talalia, the kindest, most beautiful and most amazing person in middle earth.

Or, that’s at least what Tilda thinks.

Tilda is, to put it simply, a bit of a slut.

She sleeps around, she flirts with everyone, and she won’t shy to have sex with people of other races. What she’s attracted to changes every day, and she’s quite fluid in her sexuality.

And that applies to everyone except for Talalia.

Talalia is a tall, slender, pale, red haired elf, with soft freckles and a beaming smile. She works with the animals of Mirkwood, like horses, rabbits, elks, cats, and sometimes even spiders.

Tilda met her when she was about fifteen, when she’d found a small injured elk calf, and took it to Talalia for help.

Talalia helped Tilda nurse the small calf back to health, and while doing it they got talking.

Tilda ended up keeping the calf and named it Aloe, and Talalia was more than happy to help her take care of the small little fellow.

Aloe grew up beside Tilda, which made him very attached, and quite spoiled. Tilda often used to say that the only one who could rival the elks ego was Thranduil, so she always made sure not to give him to much praise or it would go to his head. She gave him plenty of treats though.

Anyways, back to Talalia.

Talalia was like Aloe’s other mom, as she was honestly the only other person he was okay with (He totally hated Legolas, always tried to bite his fingers off). She did not hold back on the praise and scratching, and Tilda always grumbled a bit when she did as she knew he would preen like hell the next few weeks.

Tilda didn’t know when she fell in love with Talalia, she just did all of a sudden, and to her own surprise she had a hard time confronting her feelings about it, but she just assumed that it would all work out fine.

It was when she received an invitation to Talalia’s wedding that she realized that it would not work out fine.

Tilda’s biggest personal problem in her life, was that she often felt coddled and felt that no one was taking her seriously.

Sure, she was a bit wild, but she was a master archer, a trained elven soldier, the daughter of a dragon slayer and a king, and one of the best climbers of middle earth, and yet people still one saw her as the family’s annoying youngest sibling.

It didn’t help that Legolas was one of the best archers in middle earth and the heir to the throne of Mirkwood, Sigrid was the queen of Dale and the best healer there was, and Bain was an excellent soldier despite his blindness and captain of the royal guard of Dale.

Meanwhile Tilda was just...okay in comparison. She was a good archer, but not as good as Legolas. She was an okay healer, but Sigrid was better. She had it easy to get along with people, but Bain was a master at it.

She could climb stuff fairly good, but that wasn’t much to boast about.

Plus, because of the fact that she was the youngest, and had a habit of getting herself injured, her family didn’t quite trust her. They didn’t want her leaving Mirkwood without an escort, and she always had to ask for permission, despite being way over an adult.

So when she was given the opportunity to follow Legolas to the council of Elrond, she turned it down just because she didn’t feel like doing something they wanted her to do.

And she regretted it ever since, because if she would have followed then she would have had the chance to really come out of the house and do stuff.

She still got Aloe and rode off when she got a message from Sigrid about coming to Gondor, without telling her da or Ada because they would have stopped her.

It was the feeling of total freedom as she rode to Gondor, that made her want to do this and never stop. Aloe was strong and quick, and only needed to stop a few times for about half an hour, so Tilda managed to arrive before Dale.

It was then that she met the hottest fucking person she’d ever met in her life, and she was just ready to go down on him right then and there.

Unfortunately, he was her brother’s loved one, so she didn’t make any moves on him. Well, she made a few, but it was just some light flirting.

Both Tilda and Aloe made it out fine, thankfully, and Tilda was already planning on letting everything go and just live in the woods with Aloe for the rest of life.

Which she did, after a long argument with both her Da and Ada and her siblings.

Tilda became known throughout small villages in Middle earth as the witch with the elk, despite not being a witch at all. She was just a weird girl with ocean blue eyes, wandering around with her elk and killing beasts that some Villages had problems with.

And one of those beasts was a Forest Dragon that had killed six people of the village, and had stolen a lot of their gold.

And Tilda didn’t even hesitate, she just grabbed the black arrow she stole from her da a long time ago and started to hunt down the dragon.

She didn’t think of The Dragon Curse for the moment, or of the consequences of her actions, she only thought of the idea of becoming a Dragon Slayer, meaning that she would actually be something other than the troublesome younger sibling of the family.

She killed the Forest Dragon, it wasn’t that hard they are pretty meek and doesn’t have too much of a defense, and Tilda didn’t think too much more of it, just that she could now brag about being a dragon slayer.

It was about three days later that she realized exactly what she’d done, in the middle of taking a step as well, so she fell to the frown in shock with a very confused Aloe beside her.

It took a few hours for Tilda to get out of the hole she’d fallen into, as she ended up having a panic attack right then and there, with Aloe just helplessly prancing around her, buffing her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

Tilda then decided to not return to Mirkwood, or Dale, or Gondor, or anything like that, as she was to ashamed of what her pride had lead her to.

Instead, she decided to set out to find other Dragonlings and Dragons, that could teach her of what would happen to her exactly, as it wasn’t really widely known.

The first she went to was of course Moln, the ice dragon in the north that was known to not kill you, as long as you didn’t try to steal from him.

Moln was ancient, with little memory of the past couple millennials, and wasn’t too much help like that, but he did recommend to find a Swamp Dragonling, as they are generally not too agressive or deadly.

It took almost two years for Tilda to find another Dragonling, an at that point scales had already started to form on her hardened neck, and she was getting a bit impatient.

The Dragonling was a former elf named Reskal, that had killed a Swamp Dragon almost a hundred years prior. He told her about the pain of the wing formation, and the behavior differences she would experience, neither of which was something that she looked forward to.

And Reskal was right, around ten years after she’d killed the Forest Dragon she had the worst year of her life, and when her wings were finally out and ready to go, she was practically just skin and bone as it hadn’t been easy to hunt while in constant pain, so the meals had been rare.

Tilda has been forced to send Aloe away, as she feared what she might have done to him if the dragon instincts kicked in.

That turned out to be a mistake in her part, but also probably the best thing she’s ever done in the long run, as Aloe was quickly to run to Gondor to find Legolas.

Aloe didn’t like Legolas at all, anyone who would try to get the attention of his mama away from him was automatically evil, but his mama was in pain and he knew that the mean elf could help her.

When Legolas saw Aloe willingly come up to him, without Tilda by his side, he immediately knew something was up and Aragorn barely had time to follow after him when his husband got on his horse and rode after the elk.

Aloe led the two to a Forest, where they at first couldn’t find Tilda. It was first when she jumped out of a tree, her wings spread out and her teeth and claws barren, that they realized why Aloe had been so stressed.

Tilda had gone into beast mode, and it took a good while for her to fully catch Legolas’ scent and calm down, as he was a part of her treasure and she wouldn’t hurt him.

It took two days for Tilda to come back to her senses, and during that time Legolas and Aragorn managed to piece together what had happened, Tilda had become a Forest Dragon Slayer.

When Tilda had finally calmed down and had returned to her less animal behavior, she was held by her brother as she cried into his arms, scared of what she’d become, and what she might do.

After the two doing their very best to calm her down, which was not easy since Tilda was not one to show any vulnerable emotions so she’s been bottling up shit for years, they helped her up and separated, as Aragorn needed to go back to Gondor while Legolas would follow his sister to Mirkwood.

Legolas tried his very best to get out what had happened out of Tilda on their journey, as she knew the consequences of killing a dragon, and why in Valars name she did it anyway. Tilda didn’t feel like talking however, she just sat on Aloe as he walked, completely trapped in her own mind.

When they arrived at Mirkwood, Legolas took her straight to her da who just a few years prior had gone through his own wing transformation, though as a wyvern they had grown out of his arms instead of his back. Very painful indeed.

Her da was more than shocked when he saw his his daughter with wings growing out of her back, and horns halfway done on her head.

Bard forced Legolas to leave and sat down with his daughter, trying to comfort her while at the same time try to make her explain why she’d killed a dragon.

It took almost half an hour for Tilda to break, and explain that she’d just wanted to be something like her siblings, and that her pride had gotten in her way.

Bard was very comforting, and he told her that he wasn’t angry, just scared for her.

Tilda stayed in Mirkwood for a few years, just to be able to fully calm down and get a grasp of what had happened. She was gifted an enchanted cloak that could hide her wings, horns, and tail, so she wouldn’t get weird or scared looks while outside.

Tilda couldn’t stay in Mirkwood forever though, as she now had gotten a taste of freedom and felt like a caged bird. She grabbed her stuff one night, left a note, and then rode off on Aloe.

And it went okay. She continued to help small villages with their issues, and even taught a few kids how to fight with a sword.

It was during winter, when Tilda and Aloe had wandered through the cold weather for three (stinkin’) days, that she fully snapped, and when she came back to her human form, all that was left of Aloe was a bloody pile of bones and mush.

That day basically only consisted of her crying and throwing up.

The next day a dagger entered her chest, and after 346 years of constant hyperactivity, she finally got to rest.

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If modern, Tilda would not really have a sexuality, as it’s constantly changing. Instead she would just get a lot of small pride flags from all the sexualities and sew them into a giant flag.

Tilda hater saddles more than anything else, as she found them restricting and uncomfortable. She would never use a saddle when riding Aloe, or reins for that matter, and she would just trust him of where to go.

Legolas made it his life mission after meeting Merry and Pippin to not let them meet Tilda, as he knew that it would be the death of them all.

Tilda absolutely loved Fire, and would always sit in front of it for hours when it was lit. She’s gotten a lot of burn marks because of it.

Despite being a fire lover, her favorite season was winter, as she found the snow so fun.

Tilda and Legolas would always have something to argue about, as siblings do. The most common thing was that one of them stole the other’s hairbrush.

Tilda absolutely loved Rivendell, as they weren’t so strict about what she could and couldn’t do, plus her favorite activity was to annoy Lindir.

Because of her amazing climbing ability and the fact that she never used a saddle unless forced to, she had gained an amazing balance.

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[c-c-cherry]

Restless Nights

Basically just a vent fic. Happy Holidays you rascals. 

**A BEFORE-FIC MESSAGE**- This is part of a lil AU that I’m working on where the fellowship end up all coming back to Gondor once they finish their travels and settle what they need to settle. Set after the defeat of Sauron but before the Grey Havens. 

DESCRIPTION: Legolas is angsty and needs some comfort. Angst, H/C, fluff 

Word count: 2372

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“G-ah!”

A startled gasp followed by a momentary loss of breath jerked the elf awake in breathlessness. He clutched the sides of his sheets ferociously. His breath came out in short bursts as he watched as Gimli slept soundly beside him, snoring every couple of breaths. An onslaught of frustrated tears blurred his vision as he felt his body, drenched with sweat.

He could barely remember what the dream --nightmare-- was about. Only falling, disappointment, and the oncoming feeling of dread that gave him a sour taste in his mouth when he finally woke up.

“Legolas?”

A soft, groggy voice from somewhere in the darkness around him caused a startled sob to escape his throat, his breath shuddering as he looked around to find the voice somewhere in the jet black room, sheeted with darkness. It sounded like one of the hobbits... Frodo?

“Are you alright?” the faint glow of the moonlight through the window showed the culprit to be, unsurprisingly, Frodo, his large eyes glistening with worry.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, managing to say without his voice breaking. He wobbled up, barely trusting his legs, stepping past all of his friends sleeping soundly beside him in various spots on the wooden floor.

Ignoring Frodo’s question and walking past him quickly, Legolas softly opened the door to the nice wooden cottage and swiftly shut it behind him and staggering across the balcony to the edge of the roof. Using his left foot first, he quickly climbed up on the roof and sat on the flattest surface of the roof, basking in the moonlight and the stars glittering above him.

Elvish instincts never go away- no matter how long you’ve been away from--

A shred of guilt sliced through him like a sword. A near 2 years had passed since the destruction of the ring, and he had yet to return to Mirkwood to address his father--and his people--about the decisions he’d made. He sighed. Although he already knew exactly what Thranduil would say, he couldn’t help but feel a slight lingering feeling to tell his kin what had become of him.

He could already feel his heartbreak at the thought of having to choose between his people and his new life. Maybe he didn’t have to if he just didn’t return to Mirkwood. Even if he did, what would he even say?

“It’s been a long time, Ada. Sorry I disappeared for years without a word! Also, I’m living in upper Minas Tirith among mortal men and I’m also engaged to a dwarf! How have you been?”

He could already see the looks of horrors on his fellow elves’ faces. He could just hear the endless questions about why there was such a large, binding braid in his hair and what it represented.

Maybe that’s what his dream was about. He couldn’t remember anything about it anyway, which may or may not be a good thing.

Normally he would be fine with just Gimli by his side at night. It had been fine for the past year and a half...But lately, his nightmares became worse and worse as the shock of the war slowly left him these past few years. He didn’t even want to think about what Gimli would think if he woke him up because of some silly dream. It wasn’t fair to him. He deserved to sleep soundly.

Thank the Valar that Gimli was an extremely heavy sleeper.

Feeling tears of frustration build up in his eyes, he closed them softly and let the crisp, night breeze hit his face. He was surrounded by people that loved him, but he just felt alone. Just him and his worries. He and his problems. Him and his--

“There you are.”

The gentle voice nearly made the elf jump, but (barely) kept his composure to look behind him. Legolas frowned, peering around the roof. How in middle-earth did he…?

“Frodo...how did you get up here?” Legolas asked, surprised. Frodo shrugged, the carefree hobbit smiling softly.

“Never underestimate what a hobbit is capable of. Sam and I did survive Mordor, after all.”

Legolas sighed, shaking his head and resuming his position on the roof, knees tucked into his chest. Maybe a sleepover wasn’t the best place for someone with a terrible time sleeping, but it was hard not to since everyone had agreed to be in the same place for once.

They had planned these little “hangouts” once they had all agreed to spend a little more time in Gondor, and Legolas didn’t want to be the one person that flaked out. If he flaked, Gimli would most certainly flake too, no matter how much he loved spending time with everyone.

Frodo and Sam had packed up their stuff from their cute little Gondorian cottage in the rural area of Minas Tirith. “The ring-bearers deserve only the best” the people of Gondor had said once it was decided that Frodo and Sam were to stay in Gondor before making the long journey to the Shire.

Merry and Pippin would stumble in with all of Middle-earth’s booze (which Gimli very much enjoyed), Aragorn would travel down from the castle and leave Faramir in charge whilst he took a small break once in a while, while they all crammed into a nice, secluded, wooden house in the Upper-town and had a nice night once in a while.

Gandalf was… where in Middle-earth was Gandalf? No one knew. He had left on some “trip” after Aragorn and Arwen were wed and Aragorn was crowned king, and hadn’t returned to Gondor since then. People say he’d turned up on the outskirts of Rohan, but the wizard was quite a mystery.

He didn’t seem like a sleepover kind of guy, anyway.

Legolas was initially worried about the others; while Gimli was a heavy sleeper, he was worried about waking the others up. Thankfully, it seemed like everyone else was prone to sleep pretty soundly at night, and he had yet to wake anyone up. Legolas would think that everyone would be sleeping in safety and comfort after the hardships they had been through…but Frodo was never the same after that ring.

Curse those easily-awakened, ever-vigilant eyes.

“So you haven’t told him yet, I’m guessing?” the hobbit asked nonchalantly. Legolas felt his whole body freeze up.

“What?”

“Gimli. You haven’t told him about the nightmares, yet. Or anyone else. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be outside alone, would you?”

Legolas swallowed instinctively. How in Middle-earth did Frodo know about it? Oh well, that was a question for another late night, he supposed.

“No, I haven’t.”

Frodo narrowed his large, glimmering eyes and inched a bit closer to him. The roof creaked a bit under the weight, and Legolas wondered for a moment if it would wake anyone else up, but reconsidered, as they all seemed to be snoring quite peacefully.

“Why?” the waning question split his heart in two, and he suddenly felt guilt gnaw away at him. He had been keeping things from the people he trusted most, wasn’t he? Did that make him a liar?

“It didn’t seem that important,” he mumbled half-heartedly, knowing what a stupid reply it was. Frodo unsurprisingly was not convinced.

“All right, then. Keep your secrets.” Frodo replied, and Legolas swore he recognized that saying. Feeling the guilty feeling worsen, he sighed loudly and stared intently at his feet.

“I was...I was scared...alright?”

Frodo raised an eyebrow, not following. Legolas felt the heat rise to his cheeks as the silence between them became deafening.

“Scared of what?”

Months of insecurities finally boiled over, and Legolas found himself spewing word vomit in place of proper sentences.

“That-that maybe Gimli wouldn’t love me anymore! That maybe he doesn’t deserve to be with someone who’s as messed up as me! Maybe I’m terrified that I’ll have to return to Mirkwood once everyone gets tired of me! Maybe I’m afraid of the fact that Gimli might just leave me, and maybe I’m scared--scared of everyone finding out just how horrible I am!” the elf replied, snapping at the hobbit. Legolas barely noticed he was breathing rather heavily.

“Sat-satisfied, hobbit?” he spoke in a shuddering breath.

Frodo was silent for a moment before wrapping his arms around his shaking friend. Legolas didn’t even notice how hard he was shaking until Frodo grounded him with a hug, letting him bury his face into his chest and try to regain his composure again. Tears threatened to fall, but he ceased them to. He had to keep some of his composure.

“Funny, knowing how long you’ve known Aragorn, I would guess that he would be the first one you would tell about all this stuff,” Frodo said in curiosity. Legolas pulled away from him for a moment in response.

He sighed, letting the breeze blow through his hair. “Aragorn seems...different. He’s more occupied with the kingdom, Arwen, the children he’s no doubt going to have very soon...he has more responsibilities now than to just put up with me.”

“Now whoever said that?”

A familiar voice had them both jump to attention as Aragorn stood on the balcony below them, looking out at the scenery of his kingdom.

“Evening Frodo, Legolas. What a beautiful night it is.” he turned and smiled up at the couple sitting on the roof, “Another nightmare?”

Legolas practically fell off the roof. How the hell did Aragorn know? He glared at Frodo, who meekly shrugged. Aragorn walked towards the ivy wall where they got up to the roof and smiled.

“Frodo hasn’t told me anything if you want to know. He’s not the only one with good observational skills.” Aragorn chuckled, climbing up the wall in a couple of swift movements, “You’re practically an open book, Mellon nin.”

Legolas felt himself blush, wondering just how much Aragorn had heard.

“How long have you been out here?” he stuttered, his heart beating a mile a minute.

“Long enough to hear just about everything.” the king replied, crawling across the roof and sitting on the other side of the elf. Legolas felt dread fill him. Of course, he had heard everything.

“Mellon nin, this does not concern me, and I’ve been holding off on talking with you just in case things would resolve themselves. But clearly, they haven’t. Something is not boding well with you.”

Legolas stayed silent.

“I would never forget about you, mellon.” His soft, understanding voice of his old friend caused him to lose his breath. It was ironic, he remembered being Estel’s comforting hand when he was a young child, still new to the world. Now he was a king. A king.

Why did that phrase sound so familiar?

Then it hit him.

A king. He was supposed to take over Thranduil’s position as king of Mirkwood. He wasn’t a dubbed a prince for nothing. But it had been so long since he had returned to Mirkwood...was the arrangement still into play? Would Mirkwood still accept him as a king? Was he even ready? And the wedding, the engagement, would that even be possible anymore? Could he even marry a non-elf if he was to be king?

He knew the answer to everything, but he couldn’t bear to think about it any longer. A breath caught in his throat. 

Aragorn noticed the elf’s distress and called for Frodo to give the two of them a few minutes. The hobbit nodded understandingly.

“Of course.”

The elf and king sat on the edge of the roof as Frodo crept back inside the sleeping cottage, leaving the two of them alone. Silence followed deafeningly. Legolas felt his heart pound rapidly, awaiting what his friend was going to say.

“You need to talk to Gimli.” he finally said. It was too gentle.

“I know.” he choked back, barely trusting his voice.

“And I need you to talk to me.”

“I-I know...”

A desperate whimper escaped him as Aragorn enveloped him into a hug, and Legolas felt warmth fill him. Such a coldness had filled him since the absence of fighting in his life, and he hadn’t felt so safe in so long.

“I know that things are hard right now, Legolas. Believe me, I do.” Aragorn said softly, grasping his friend and letting him bury his face into his cloak, “We can help. I can help. You just have to talk to us.”

“I don’t want to go back..” was all the elf could whimper, his shaking arms crossed over his chest, his frame shaking like a hunted, wounded animal.

“You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay right here, Legolas. I promise you.” the king said reassuringly, but his cries only got louder. He had a feeling that he might have been talking about Mirkwood. Only his homeland provoked so much emotion out of him. Not necessarily good emotion.

Eventually, the elf calmed down and cleared his throat, sitting up and out of Aragorn’s arms with a pained look on his face.

“I’m sorry.” he sniffled, flicking away the last of his tears.

“I cannot accept your apology, for you have nothing to apologize for, mellon nin.”

Legolas laughed dryly and smiled teary-eyed at his hands.

“Mr. Strider?”

Both looked down at the balcony to see Frodo had stepped outside holding a mug of something warm. Aragorn inquired the hobbit, who smiled warmly.

“I hope I’m not intruding on anything, but I seemed to have woken someone up on the way in,” Frodo said sheepishly. Aragorn nodded understandingly and hopped down from the roof.

“It’s about time we get off this roof then, isn’t it?” he gestured to Legolas, who grabbed his hand weakly and climbed down onto the balcony. The elf felt exhaustion take over his body, and he turned to the door to the cottage, freezing in his tracks.

“Gimli.”

The dwarf stared concerned at his fiance, and Legolas saw nothing but love in his eyes. Legolas felt the tracks that were still wet on his face, and he suddenly felt very self-conscious.

Legolas was about to open his mouth, but Gimli just shook his head and pulled him into a warm hug. The thoughts that plagued him vanished just for that moment.

And Legolas felt nothing but love.

[growingingreenwood]

So I checked out your stories and I LOVE THEM!!!!!!! Your 'Little Moments' chapters are all so amazingly written, unique, and well captured. I'm also going through your other stories and am now waiting eagerly for the next chapter of "Effects of War" but now I want to know more about Avaleina cause she's the only Legolas x OC I've ever liked.

Oh my god??? Wow thanks!!!! Im so glac you like her, I need more people to SO like here we go guys 🤷‍♀️

• She was one of 5 elflings who had both parents die when Amon Lang fell. The same night that Legolas lost his mother.

• They come to be known as the "Orphans of Greenwood," and most grow to become the most fierce and most intimidating of Greenwoods army. Burning rage and revenge are incredibly good motivators.

• Thranduil ended up basically making a dormitory for all of them inside the Mountian, since all the elflings were too tramatuized and unwilling to be adopted to another family.

• I always thought that Thranduil was the type of father who was fully invested on all of his sons friends lives, and he has more than enough lecturing and love to go around so he kept a super close eye in them all.

• So the orphans were raised by an assortment of well meaning and over protective staff and a King.

• Anyway Legolas was super good friends with all of them, and grew up with all of them but he was particularly close to two of them. Farlen and Avaleina.

• But especially especially Avaleina

• Thranduil can keep his crown and Greenwood because these two have their own domain because they are the King & Queen of friends to lovers but slowburn af

• If you look up "Commitment Issues" in a Silvan dictionary it'll just be a drawing of Legolas. He saw and felt what losing his mother was like, and he see's everyday how much his father still hurts over missing her.

• So he decided when he was like 10 that he would never fall in love. No sir. No love for him. That was too painful, and he wanted nothing to do with it, losing friends was enough.

• If you catch only one of them doing something dumb, dangerous or against the rules then you better keep looking cause you best believe the other one is lurking nearby.

• They're absolutely ridiculous togeather sometimes cause they have so many inside jokes and energy and theyre so hecking comfortable around eachother, and they both can be really loud without meaning to be out of excitement.

• Ava knew she was in love with Legolas wwwaaayyyy before he knew he was in love with her. But she didn't say anything cause she knew him and she knew it would freak out.

• Meanwhile Thranduil and Galion were watching from a distance taking bets on how long it would take them to get togeather.

• When they did FINALLY get togeather Legolas was also the King of trying to break it off several times but then changing his mind for various reasons. (Near death experiences, his father/Galion talking him out of it, jealousy, Ava just absolutely not taking ANY of his shit, ect)

• They kept everything Super Super Secret (even from their own people.) And while Thranduil noticed the change, he never asked and they never outright told him. Occasionally, he would make passing veiled comments that he was fully aware of their secret and they never denied anything.

• They never once said "I love you," to eachother That Way until after the war.

• Because Love Is Dangerous And Bad And We Do Not Love Here.

• Instead; They would ask one another to marry them, when nobody else could hear OR "We're going to die doing this." "At least you'll finally meet my Nana."

• He made her engagment rings out of random object literally all of the time. She has a whole box fill of them.

• Sometimes ribbons, bow strings, grass blades, flower petteles, strips of tree back. Anything. Everything.

• They were both on a team called the Amarth which translates to "Doom" which was essentially the Navy Seal team of Greenwood. This made them even more disturbingly close cause TRAUAMA BONDING ANYONE

• If they're on the same patrol in the forest they usually sleep next to eachother, or one sleep while the other keeps watch. At home, she usually sneaks into his room and crawls into bed in the middle of the night so that they can sleep togeather. Cause they both sleep significantly better with the other one around.

• Legolas didn't say a single thing about her to anyone during the quest just in case little ears of the enemy overhear and tell those working with the darkness in Greenwood how important she was.

• He was terrified the entire time that she would meet the same fate as his mother. Or that she would be kidnapped and used against his father. Or worse. Kidnapped for the sake of it.

• So he didn't say anything until after he got home, and she almost punched him in the face for joining the fellowship.

• She goes to Ilithein with him but also does quite a but of traveling with him and Gimli

• Gimli adores her. Absolutely adores her.

• Not only because he pretty much legally has to love anybody Legolas does, but also because of how Legolas is whenever she's around. Like. He thought Legolas was annoyingly happy during the quest?? That's nothing compared to being reunited with your lifelong best friend after surviving a war both of you had just assumed would painfully kill the both of you, and then get to enjoy a newly peaceful word togeather the likes of which neither had ever experienced AND be publicly affectionate????

• Nothing beats that. Nothing.

• He leaves for Valinor before her because of his Sea longing, she stays until the very very last of the Greenwood elves are ready to sail. And then a bit longer than that cause she goes with the Twins to find Maglor and make him sail west with them.

• She and Legolas get married twice. Once it middle earth so all their mortal friends can be there and then once in Aman once all if their family has come back to life.

• He might as well have: "If she's on the other side of the world and the only way I can reach her is to cut the earth in half with a dull spoon, i would be there in 3 days," tatood in his face

• And she should have : "If you day or do literally one single thing to hurt him after everything he's done I'm going to hurt you until Eru himself regrets making you," in hers.

• They're the biggest fucking dorks in the WORLD who I just want to run around singing and making jokes and be togeather and I love them very much.

[legolaslovely]

Human Part 2

A/N: Here’s part 2! Definitely the longest part, but I didn’t want to cut off any important parts haha. Hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 2,318 

Warnings for entire series: Maybe language, Gimli’s fault haha, mentions of blood, orc violence

Summary: AU where Aragorn protects a human village with the help of Legolas and Gimli during an orc war in Middle Earth. Reader comes to the village for refuge and everyone is convinced she’s an elf because of her beauty and grace. Legolas especially is distrusting of her. Will she earn their trust and help the village survive the war?

Human Masterlist

The next morning came slow for (Y/N). She could hardly sleep, her mind too busy whirring with thought. She could hardly stay alone in her fallen village, but she felt like an outsider in this one. The scene from the night before kept replaying in her mind. It was as if the elf was trying to show her she’d never belong.

As soon as it was acceptable to rise, she dressed and left the room Aragorn had shown her to. She quietly made her way to the stables with plans to ride on the outskirts of the village to clear her mind.

“You have risen early.”

She recognized the smooth voice behind her and turned over her shoulder to Legolas in a silent, cold greeting. She continued her work, turning to lift her saddle off the gate.

“Wait,” Legolas said and disappeared behind the stables. Soon he glided through the barn holding a beautiful saddle as if it were light as air. (Y/N) reached for it as he lifted it over her horse’s back, causing their hands to touch, her icy skin feeling peculiar against his. “Please, let me,” he said, fastening the girth.

She ran her eyes over the detailed leather work of the saddle. Twirling and curling vines with tiny leaves were painstakingly etched into its skin inside a border of impeccable braids. It was stunning and looked as if it had never been used before. “It’s beautiful,” was all she could think to say.

“It was made for the High Elves of Mirkwood long ago,” he explained. “The craftsmanship is traditional.”

“I cannot use this.” Her awe was evident in her soft voice.

“Please. You can.” His body was relaxed but his eyes were still cold towards her. When she silently agreed, he asked her, “May I join you?”

How she longed to say no! But Legolas was already preparing his beautiful horse and she knew she should not be riding alone in times of war. “Of course,” she said.

(Y/N) had seen a path on her way into the village that she wanted to explore. Legolas let her lead and they rode silently for a while. Despite his attitude toward her, she decided to allow him another chance. He did gift her the beautiful saddle her fingers were presently fiddling with. She would never be reminded of the blood stained leather of her other one again, thanks to him. So she spoke.

“This saddle is magnificent. Again, I thank you, Legolas.”

“There is no need to thank me, Lady (Y/N). I carried it with me from Mirkwood in case someone was in need. Since, it has been sitting in the barn. I am happy someone can use it,” he said, his gaze locked ahead.

“You carried it? You said it belonged to the High Elves of your land,” (Y/N) said, deeply confused. Was she sitting on a highly decorated saddle stolen from the King of the Elves? She began to worry she had made a mistake in trusting the elf.

“It was made for my father long ago and later given to me, yes.” Legolas looked over to see (Y/N)’s look of despair and couldn’t help but smile from the very corners of his lips. “My father is Thranduil, King of Mirkwood.”

(Y/N)’s jaw fell and her brows could have shot off her forehead into the sky. After a moment of silence, Legolas looked over at her and couldn’t help but softly chuckle at her surprise. 

After she gained her bearings she asked, “How does an Elven prince befriend a man and a dwarf?” attempting to shift the subject from her ignorance. 

His laughing quickly ceased as he thought of how to explain. “We were tasked with protecting a hobbit as he journeyed to destroy The One Ring.”

“I have heard the story.” It was only then that she saw the long bow and arrows strapped to his back. She had heard the story many times, and couldn’t believe the elf riding next to her was that of the tale. 

Before she could think any more of the subject, Legolas said, “Please, tell me your story.”

(Y/N) let a sigh escape her lungs and focused on the path ahead. “There isn’t much story to tell,” she said. “I come from a long line of humans who lived simple lives in our village. Only when we were threatened did I learn to fight, more out of necessity than anything else. Now I am here,” she finished quickly, not wanting to recall the details. 

Legolas pulled gently at his reins to stop his horse in front of hers. “I am deeply sorry for all of your loss, Lady (Y/N).” For a moment, she noticed the ice in his stare flicker.

“I believe I have had enough air for the morning. I am going to return to the stables. Thank you for accompanying me, Legolas,” she said quickly. Before Legolas could protest she was off, galloping back down the path they had come.

Disappointment flooded him as he sent his horse slowly walking to follow her. He couldn’t get her sadness out of his thoughts and he let his trusted horse bring him back to the village. Then a loud whinny ahead made his stomach drop. “(Y/N),” he said to himself and raced toward the sound.

He cleared a bend in the path and his elf eyes saw (Y/N) on the ground below her horse, holding her wrist. She was obviously in pain, but Legolas had other things to worry about. About ten other things. A small band of orcs appeared out from behind the trees and bushes to surround her.

Atop his galloping horse, he pulled his bow and an arrow from behind his back and aimed for the head of the orc that was closest to (Y/N). His fingers let go and the arrow soared until it hit the orc and flew through its skull, causing the ugliest hiss of pain before it fell to the ground right on top of (Y/N).

His concern turned into pride when she threw the orc aside and stood with her sword poised just in time to attack the next creature. By that time, Legolas was in the fight loading arrow after arrow, each one targeting an orc too close to (Y/N) by his standards.

He counted in his head, there should be six orcs left, but as he scanned the area, he saw only two still alive. He quickly realized (Y/N) had killed four herself that were laying at her feet.

He looked to her and watched her slashing and stabbing possibly the biggest of them all, about to take it down by herself. However, there was one left to dispose of and it was quickly making for (Y/N), aiming to attack her while she was distracted. Legolas easily took care of it, one simple arrow doing the trick.

Legolas leapt down from his horse to help her, but he was too late. The giant orc fell with a thud that shook the ground beneath their feet. He was at her side in seconds, his eyes glancing over every inch of her looking for wounds.

“That was exciting,” she said, her voice thick with sarcasm. When Legolas heard the smirk in her voice, he looked at her, a chuckle escaping him. He saw her unconsciously wrap her hand around the wrist she had fallen on when the orcs knocked her off her horse. Legolas immediately pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own.

“I’m alright,” she said shaking her head as she began to pull her wrist away from him.

“Let me see,” he said softly. His fingers were hardly touching her but working to find any broken bones or fractures. When he was satisfied, he looked up to meet her gaze which was already on him. “You’re alright?”

“Yes.” The ice in his eyes had completely melted away and for the first time she noticed their warm blue tint.

Again, Legolas faltered, blinking and looking away from her. “Lead the way back to the village, I will follow you.” In one swift movement he lifted her above him and set her on her horse.

“Le-Legolas, I can- wait! I’m alright!” But her efforts were too late and he was setting her foot in the stirrup for her.

The way back to the village Legolas tried to concentrate on the orc problem they now had. For the shortest moment, however, as he watched her hair tangle in the wind in front of him, he did wonder what designs her hair could be braided in.

 **

When (Y/N) and Legolas returned to the village they parted ways. After assuring Legolas her wrist was only sore, and not injured further, (Y/N) headed to the stables to untack and groom her horse. When Legolas didn’t follow her, she felt a sting of disappointment in her stomach and cursed herself for suddenly feeling so alone.

When her work was finished, she left the stables. As she walked out of the barn, she passed Legolas gracefully and silently walking his horse inside. He nodded his head to her when he passed, his golden hair falling forward on his shoulders. (Y/N) felt an urge to follow him, but Aragorn was waiting for her ahead in the road.

“I heard tell of your encounter,” he said.

She felt nerves in her stomach swirling as she thought of Legolas’ kindness in the woods.

“Orcs are a fierce enemy. I was told you fought well,” Aragorn said.

She let out a breath, relieved he was speaking of orcs and nothing else. “Indeed, but I have fought them before.”

He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. “It is good experience to have,” he said gravely. Only after being prompted with (Y/N)’s look of concern did he continue. “The war is beginning. We are leaving at dawn. “

“I will join you,” she said, holding the dagger strapped to her hip.

A small smile shone on his face. “No, (Y/N).”

“I can help you. As you said, I have experience. I fight well enough for battle,” she said.

“Yes. That is why I need you here. Those who cannot join us need protecting. I trust you to do that,” he said.

(Y/N) understood the honor and importance of being elected leader in Aragorn’s absence, but she was filled with sadness. Her gaze rose from her boots to the stables. Through the doorway she saw Legolas feeding her horse another carrot.  

“When you return, the village will be as you left it. I will protect your people,” she said.

“They are your people as well now. You belong to this village,” he said.

She looked around herself, seeing the people work and prepare for war as the children innocently played in the street. Both pride and the sense of duty washed over her as she straightened. She would protect this home as she did her other one. But this time, she would succeed.

She nodded to Aragorn and walked down the road, lost in thought. She ended up at the gates of the pasture behind the barn. She leaned her elbows on the chest high fence in front of her and absently watched her horse graze next to Legolas’.

“I took the liberty of letting them both out to pasture.”

(Y/N) turned to see Legolas standing tall next to her. She nodded and returned her eyes to the horses. “I hear you leave for battle tomorrow.”

“When the sun rises,” he said.

She pushed away from the fence, still not looking at him. “I wish you luck. I had better go, I too have much to do before tomorrow.” She turned from him and started toward the road.

“(Y/N),” he said, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. He pushed his fingers through her hair and held her cheek, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Be safe,” he said, his breath fanning over her skin.

They froze for a moment, close together, his lips still on her skin. Then his hands left her and he glided down the road, not pausing to look back.

She released her breath in attempt to calm her thrashing heart. She turned back to the horses and again leaned on the fence. This time, when she was approached, she heard the footsteps.

“Well if it isn’t the elf who’s not an elf!”

She looked down with a smile to see her other new friend. “Hello, Gimli.”

“Hello, lass,” he said, fitting his chin on one of the shorter planks of wood in the fence.

“Why does everyone think I’m an elf?” she asked, exasperated.

He pulled his chin away from the fence and looked up at you with a twinkle in his eye. “You are very beautiful, Lady (Y/N). And full of grace,” he said.

She quietly thanked him, feeling heat rise to her chest and cheeks.

“And the elf really threw us all off,” he continued.

“Legolas?”

“He was convinced you were an elf. That you were lyin’ to us all,” he said.

As she thought about the past, Gimli’s words started to make sense. “Why was he so sure I was an elf?”

A smirk grew beneath Gimli’s mustache, his eyes brighter than ever. “Elves are not attracted to other beings, especially not humans. He thought you must be an elf.”

(Y/N) frowned at him, willing him to move a little faster in his explanation, which only earned a chuckle from the dwarf.

“He loves ya, lass,” he said. “From the moment he saw ya, he knew. It’s some elf thing.”

She held tightly to the fence, her breath tight in her chest. “What?”

“Gimli!” Someone down the road yelled for him.

“Stay safe, lass! See ya after we kill all those bastard orcs!” Gimli said before trotting off, leaving (Y/N) to sort out what she just learned.

[meganlpie]

WIP/Current Requests List

(This can be found on my blog page as well, where I will update it as I get through the requests)

WIPS (Fics I am currently working on to post): These are subject to change based on my moods and inspiration.

Unbreak My Heart: Anonymous asked: So glad requests are open, you’re my favorite blog. Could you do a Castiel and Reader song fic with the sing Unbreak my Heart by either Wheezer or Toni Braxton please? Again love love love your blog (I’ll be honest, this one is taking forever because I really don’t like the song XD)

Tears of the Widow: Another Wattpad request. for avengers, natasha and y/n has been together for a few years, when y/n gets called out for a week mission, and halfway through, something goes wrong and they had to abort the mission and when they get back, Y/n is bloodied and unconscious and natasha freaks and literally blames tony and fury and after a week she finally wakes up and everyone shocked when they see nat cry and when nat cries, so does Y/n and Y/n tells her sorry for making her worry and Y/n pulls natty in the bed and they fall asleep together.

Unique: I have an imagine request. It’s with dwalin because he’s underrated. He asks the reader to marry him in a unique way. Like maybe doing it at a farm sanctuary.

Muggle Healer: Anonymous asked: Oooooo….how about some Snape? Instead of dying, he lives and goes into hiding and ends up in a Muggle hospital where the reader works as a nurse. They get close and he ends up telling her everything. Maybe some romance?

Current Requests (Unstarted fics that are on the list):

Abducted: A Wattpad request. Hey meg ! So i finally came up with a plot , this takes place at the very start of age of ultron and is captain america x reader. So the reader is tony starks younger sister and while shopping she gets abducted by hydra and experimented on . She is isolated and experimented on , eventually she becomes enhanced , her powers are controlling all 4 elements , like an avatar. So when the avengers come to rescue her and retrieve the teseract steve confesses that he can‘t live without her and eventually kissing but tony disturbing. Back in the avengers tower steve never leavs her side and he stays with her cuddling the whole night and talking , the next day they train together and steve really helps her control her new powers and just a lot of steve fluff :)

Mission Memories: Another Wattpad request. I’ve had an idea for a Steve x fem!reader (also inspired by these two lol) only they’re getting ready for a mission (kind of like when Steve and Bucky are talking in Civil War) and he’s reminiscing. I just love Steve so much lol

Stowaway: Another Wattpad request. Howdy! I wish to inquire regarding a request of the Guardians of the Galaxy variety. A Drax x reader where the gang imprisons a stowaway but she convinces Drax to let her out through lies and deceit. Drax is unaware of her dishonesty and announces to the guardians right afterward whilst their mid conversation, “I HAVE FREED THE PRISONER!!” The guardians get her back and Drax distrusts her for realsies this time. Mostly platonic, i suppose…thanks luv! Your writing is a big inspiration of mine

It’ll Get Better: Anonymous asked: I’d love a Steve Rogers x reader with a reader who has depression. Something like a comfort fic ^^ Thanks!

Animal Control: Rocket Raccoon gets picked up by animal control. Requested by @tallguy1130 (that’s my hubby, y'all!)

A Interesting Child: Baby Groot goes to daycare.

Saving Thorin: Another Wattpad request. Could you make a Thorinxhuman female reader. And like, she finds herself in Middle Earth and is really shy and sweet but like saves Thorin??? Thank you!

Incompatible: Thranduil x Human! Reader imagine. Somehow he opens his heart to love a human and it was a good relationship. Until they have a fight about something (maybe he says something about human that hurt reader’s feeling?) and he makes her cry. For him it isn’t a big deal but for her the fight was too much for her to handle. And she starts to think that her relationship with Thranduil was a mistake because she comes from a different race and she is too young for him that she can’t do anything right. The elves also tell Thranduil that she’s not the one for him because she’s incapable to be his queen. She overheard the conversation between Thranduil and the elves and she has decided to leave. But when she confronts her beloved Thranduil, he is flabbergasted to know that she is leaving. You can end it in your own way (maybe she really leaves or stays? I don’t know). I just want an angstyyy imagine because I love crying XD

Cooking: Hi can I request a dwalin x reader please where dwalin falls in love with the readers cooking and gets super shy around her and finally manages to confess with the help from thorin and the company please

Not Human: Hello, love! Please could you write a Lindir x Reader in which the reader is a Peredhil (half human half elf) travelling with the company and she meets Lindir when they arrive at Rivendell? Thank you ❤️❤️Maybe Lindir thinks she’s only human at first but finds out about her being a peredhil when he sees her ears or something?

Support: Anonymous asked: Hi meg! Would write a Thranduil x reader where the reader shows him support (bc of things like doing what he thinks is best for his kingdom/people) A lot of fluff💫

A Picnic with Scorpius: Could u do a Scorpius x reader? ( next generation ) During their 4 or 5 year at Hogwarts? :3  maybe they’re having a picnic by the black lake ?

Breakfast Interrupted: So the harry potter one would be a draco x reader , being a couple & staying at dracos mansion chilling and talking all night (basically just seeing his good and cute side ) the next morning he brings the reader breakfast in bed , but then getting interrupted because the whole „thing“ in deathly hollows happens where harry , hermione and ron get dragged to dracos house and draco has to identify harry but because he doesn‘t want the reader to see this bad dark side of him , he chooses to lie and not tell them that they caught harry

Kids: Would it be possible if I made another request for a marcus flint x reader where they fight in the war for the good side then after the war they get married and have kids who are best friends with oliver Woods kids if that’s OK with youOh and marcus and Oliver hate there kids friendshipand try to break it up then reader gets involved and is angry at them both and threats marcus to sleeping on the sofa

The 2nd Task: Hey girl! I’m in love with your imagines honestly and was wondering if you could write an imagine about a fem Hufflepuff reader who is best friends with Cedric and you’ve had a crush on him for a while but never said anything because you think he is in love with Cho. When it comes time for the second task, you are chosen as the person who will be in the Black Lake for him. (You’re a little annoyed and after Cedric wins the task, you’re forced to take pictures for the prophet.) he tries talking to you afterward but you storm off down the dock, argue, and you finally have enough and admit to loving him. (He stares dumbfounded and admits he loves you too and there’s a wee bit of fluff?) I’m trash at requests but thank you much ❤️ Not sure if this was too little or too much

Suitcase:I saw you started doing Harry Potter one shots and had to get in on that. You’re kind of my favorite one shot artist. I’m so glad you’re back. If its ok, I wanted to request a thing with Newt Scamander where maybe the reader has pretty severe anxiety around other people,but is really good with the animals so maybe, after a panic attack he takes reader into his suitcase and shows her around like the Hufflepuff he is. And all the animals love her. She calms down and laughs, seems reallt happy. Maybe a time skip where they’ve been traveling together a while and realize they love each other?

The Hufflepuff: Requested by @lust-for-pan:  heyy! love your blog💛 can i pls request something with draco? can reader be a hufflepuff pls? reader is quiet/shy and has a bit of a crush on draco. she accidentally bumps into him and rushes to apologize, he’s about to get mad but stops when she sees her? like he’s taken back by how pretty she is maybe? and tells her it’s fine or something? lol srry i’m in that cliche mood rn. do what you want with the request💛💛💛 thank you

Why is He With Her?: Anonymous asked: Okay, I need some Ron from you please. Instead of Hermione, it’s the reader who gets upset at seeing Ron with Lavender and Ron doesn’t get why she’s so upset until Hermione points it out. Then, when Ron is in the hospital wing, Hermione shoos Lavender away so the reader can have some time alone with him

I Knew All Along: Anonymous asked: Can we get some reader saving Snape because she’s known all along that he was a double agent? And maybe some closure between Snape and Harry?

Yule Ball: Anonymous asked: Hi Meg, can I get a Snape and teacher reader where the reader is a teacher for whatever class you want and she looks a little bit like Lily Evans and he asks her out to the Yule Ball please? (This will be changed a little bit)

Winning Her Heart: Anonymous asked: THANK you for opening requests! Can I ask for young Sirius trying to win heart of Slytherin girl?

Pranking Lockhart: Anonymous asked: Would you write something where the Twins prank Lockhart? Like putting hair dye in his shampoo or something in his tooth paste that turn his teeth into different colours? (Perfect if both of them CHANGE colours so they always clash with his clothes.) As some kind of ‘welcoming’ him to Hogwarts? Sorry if this is not enough to work with.

I’ll Be Your Friend: Anonymous asked: Ooooh Harry Potter! Okay, can I request a Fred Weasley x fem!reader? The reader is a Hufflepuff and muggleborn and really quiet and Pansy picks on her, but Fred cheers her up by getting her to help with a prank?

[thranduil-is-my-king]

Happier Here Than There (Part 6)

Ship: Thranduil/Reader Rating: General Warnings: None Tags: Middle Earth, Reader-Insert

Summary: Imagine ending up in Middle Earth at the edge of Mirkwood Forest. When you venture into the forest, you are attacked by spiders before being saved by guards and taken before the king.

Word Count: 1500

Written for: @welcome-to-fangirl-hell

A/N: This fic, and basically this series since it might not have started without her request, is dedicated to Ammy because I said on one of her posts that I was thinking of doing a Thranduil/Reader fic and I asked if she would tag me in hers when she made one and that I would do the same so, here it is! I hope all of you enjoy this series and please let me know what you think of it!

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Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

~*~*  THIS STORY TAKES PLACE A FEW DECADES BEFORE SMAUG ATTACKS EREBOR *~*~ 

~~ For Ones • All Elves have a One • There is only one One a lifetime • If the elf’s one is mortal, when the two mate, the mortal becomes immortal and tied to the elf (Yes, I know that it doesn’t go like that canonically but in my ‘verse, it does. Don’t like, don’t read.)

~^~^ READ THE ABOVE BEFORE GOING ON ^~^~

“What do you mean?” Thranduil asks, cocking his head to the side, looking at you with a confused look on his face. “When I woke up at the edge of the Mirkwood, every single part of me wanted to get as far as I could away from here. Except my heart and my soul. They both told me to go into the forest and so I did. For some reason, I felt kinda calm in the forest and when I got here I... I felt at peace and completely comfortable. I’ve never felt like that in my world. Only here. And I have no idea why I do.” You explain, your mind trying to work out the feeling you’ve felt since you’ve arrived in Mirkwood. Thranduil’s eyebrows furrow as he looks down before gasping as his eyes widen. “What? What is it?” You ask, becoming worried. “I... I may know why you feel at peace here...” Thranduil says, trailing off. You wait a moment before speaking, “Well? I would, you know, kinda want to know the reason behind this as well since it kinda involves me.” Thranduil looks up at you, his eyes still wide, giving you a beautiful view of his blue eyes. “The person you remind me of, the person I couldn’t save, she was my wife and Legolas’ mother. Her name was Elerrian. She and Legolas were taken by an orc pack and taken to Gundabad, an orc stronghold. Somehow, Legolas got free and found his way back to Mirkwood forest where guards found him and brought him back here. He was only 7 at the time, which is extremely young for elves. We sent a large force to Gundabad to find Elerrian but... When we got there, we could not find her at all, not even her remains. That was two millennia ago. You are a lot like her that I keep having moments where I’m not sure if it’s you or her standing in front of me.” Thranduil explains, stopping for a moment before looking down. “There is a reason that I’m telling you this. It has to do with why you are at peace here.” You clear your throat, trying not to cry before whispering, “What is it?” “All elves have a One, a mate that has a soul that’s compatible with theirs. Elerrian was very close to being my One but, our souls were so close to being the same that we were able to pass off as being each other’s Ones.” Thranduil informs you, taking a breath before continuing. “I believe that you are my One, as I am yours.” You stand there looking at Thranduil like he was crazy. You clear your throat again before saying, “I’m sorry. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? I can’t be your One! I’m from a completely different universe, Thranduil. This doesn’t make any sense.” “Ones do not choose each others’ Ones, our fëa do. And ours have seemed to choose each other.” “But, but why?! We couldn’t be more different! You’re a king, I’m a random girl, you’re essentially always serious while I’m never serious unless I have no choice. I’m not even going to go into the fact that we are two completely different species.” “Our minds may be different but our souls are not. Y/N, as much as I absolutely hate saying this, if you want to do nothing about this then you have that choice.” Thranduil says, a sad look coming into his eyes. “What? But what would that do to you?” “Nothing.” “Thranduil.” “Yes?” “You said that you have not once lied to me while I’ve been here. Don’t start now, not with this.” Thranduil sighs and looks down, “Elves do not die unless they are killed in combat, or by losing their will to live on which they will fade before dying.” “And, that second part will happen to you if we do not act on our bond?” You ask, looking at Thranduil. Thranduil stays silent and doesn’t look up at you. “Thranduil, look at me.” Thranduil slowly lifts his head to look at you with sad eyes. “Will you fade and eventually die if we do not act on our bond?” You ask again. “Yes. But, Y/N, I do not want to force you into anything.” “I’m not going to let you die if I can do something about it. But the thing is, is that I’m mortal and you’re immortal so I will eventually die which means that you will most likely die as well when I do.” “If we mate, you will become immortal and you will not die until you’re killed or you fade.” “Oh... Well, that solves that problem. It seems that I won’t be going home at all even if we did find a way.” “Y/N, I am so sorry about this. You deserve to go home-“ “Wait. How long have you known about this?” “Last night, after I took you back to your room when we were talking about your world.” Your eyebrows furrow in anger, “You knew before we even wrote the letter! You were going to help me find a way home even if it meant that you died after I left! What if I got sent back here and I found out you died because we didn’t do something about this?! That would probably kill me! Hell, the thought of it is already making me sick to my stomach!” “You wanted to go home. I was going to help you get home, even if it was one of the last things I did.” Thranduil says softly, looking ashamed. “Why?” You ask, calmer now. Thranduil’s answer breaks your heart and makes it feel fuller than it’s ever been at the same time. “Because I was there a lot longer than you thought I was when you were crying. You couldn’t stop crying and my heart hurt at hearing your sobs. I didn’t want you to be that sad anymore.” “Oh, Thranduil. I’m so touched by that that I can’t be angry with you. But you have to understand something, I would rather be sad about the thought of never going home than the thought of you dying when I could’ve saved you.” You tell him, walking closer to him. After he looks at you with puppy eyes and a look full of love, you get a burst of confidence and decide to do something. You walk over to the table that had the letter asking for help to get you home. Picking it up, you walk over to Thranduil and look him in the eyes. “What are you doing?” Thranduil asks, looking at the letter. You say, “I’m not going anywhere,” before ripping the letter in half before ripping it in half again and letting the pieces fall to the ground. “Y/N! Why did you do that?! Don’t you want to go back home?” Thranduil asks, eyes widening in shock. You smile saying, “I’m pretty sure I am home.” Thranduil’s mouth opens a little as he stares at you. The edge of his mouth twitches upward as he asks you, “Have I ever told you how peculiar you are?” “Yeah, once. But I’m pretty sure that you’re going to be repeating that a lot more in the years to come.” You reply, smiling. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “Are you sure about this?” “More than anything.” “Will you even be happy here?” Thranduil asks, still unsure about letting you do this. “I’m already happier here than there and I’ve only been here a day and a half. I think I’ll be pretty happy as long as I have you.” You answer. Thranduil grins, stepping closer to you until you’re almost touching. “Y/N? May I please kiss you?” “Hm, well I usually don’t kiss before the first date but I think that this can be an exception.” You tease before leaning up to meet Thranduil’s lips, pressing your lips to Thranduil’s gently. Thranduil wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. You pull back needing air before laying your forehead against Thranduil’s. “So, what is it that we have to do with our bond? Is there some type of ritual or something?” You ask, catching your breath. “Uh, not exactly. We, uh, basically just, you know, have to...” Thranduil stammers, amusing you before you got where he was going with that sentence, making you become serious again. “Oh, that. Got it.” “Y/N, we have time. We don’t have to rush this. I can still take you on that first date to make it official.” Thranduil says, smiling at the end. You chuckle, the tension leaving the air, “Okay, can’t wait.” You peck Thranduil’s lips before pulling back. “Hey, you still have to show me where the common tongue section is in the library.” Thranduil playfully sighs before taking your hand and leading you to the stairs, “Right this way, my future queen.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter!

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TAGS: @bluemoon102, @evyiione, @me-lexi20, @demonstakemyhand, @theincaprincess

[taurielkeeperofbravery]

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Little Warrior;; Any thread set in Tauriel’s childhood.

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Before the Storm (Pre-Hobbit);; Set before the events of the Hobbit, where Tauriel is immersed in her duties in Mirkwood as the Captain of the Guard. Can also be set before she was Captain, depending on the thread.

Deserter of the Guard (Pre-Hobbit);; (NEW!) At some point during the growing spider infestations, Tauriel feels caged, watching all that was once good about the forest fade around her. She wants to see the world, look upon the vast expanse of sky and horizon, with nothing in her way. So, after months of standing at the edge of the forest, wanting and wishing, she leaves.  

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Main (The Hobbit);; Takes place during or shortly after the events depicted in The Hobbit movies. May be some AUs mixed in (i.e. everyone lives AU)

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Wanderer of the Wilds (LOTR);; Tauriel has left Mirkwood after being treated badly by her kin due to her actions during the Battle of the Five Armies. She wanders Middle Earth, hunting orcs and the like to satisfy her thirst for revenge and lessen the pain she holds in her heart. This pain has made her more hardened and less willing to form close friendships.

Warrior of Mirkwood (Alt. LOTR);; Tauriel stayed in Mirkwood after the Battle of the Five armies, no longer Captain of the guard, but a warrior still. Through the years, she works her way back up in the ranks after most of her kin trust her again. She has changed, though: after the battle, she became more hard-hearted and less willing to form close friendships.

A New Home (Alt. LOTR);; (NEW!) Tauriel left Mirkwood not long after the events of the Battle of the Five Armies, after becoming disillusioned with Thranduil and his isolationist ways. It no longer felt like home to her, and she wanted to see more of the world, more of her kin. She traveled some, then arrived at Rivendell, where she decided to stay for some time. Would this be her new home?

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Captain of Paperwork (Modern!Verse);; Tara is secretary to the head of a big wine company known for it’s quality, though it has had quite the few scandals lately. Her hours are very long and grueling, and her boss is known to work her hard. With so little time to herself, she has few friends other than those at her workplace. She feels trapped, like she may always be behind a desk and never travel or meet someone.

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Darkness I Became (Dark!Tauriel);; A darkness has worked its way into Tauriel’s mind, making her manipulative and power-hungry. She holds grudges and sees vengeance as her main priority.

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Another Life Beyond;; (NEW!)

[[Crossover AU ]]

Tauriel has found herself in a world that is not her own. Will she be able to return to the realm she has always called home or will she start anew in this unfamiliar land?

( Note: This verse will also be tagged with another verse that reflects where Tauriel is in her life. For example, if she finds herself somewhere before the events of The Hobbit, the thread will also be tagged as the “before the storm” verse. )

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Stranger Than Mirkwood;; (NEW!)

[[Stranger Things AU]]

Tamara was widowed at 28 when her husband Keith died while away at war, leaving her alone with her then 2-year-old daughter, Joan. She raised her alone, working hard as a waitress in Indianapolis while spending as much time with her daughter as she could. There was some help from Tamara’s adopted family, but she refused to take too much money from them, wanting to earn her own living and feel independent.

By the time Joan was 13, the city had tired both of them out. Tamara was stressed by the sheer number of customers she had to deal with and Joan had nowhere to play outside, and there were few children her age. She would often find her cooped up in her room, nose in a book.

It was because of this that Tamara decided that they both needed a new start. They moved to Hawkins, a small town that seemed like the perfect getaway from the city. It had plenty of space for Joan to play, and a number of children she could make friends with.

They would be safe and cozy there, or so Tamara thought.

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Home Sweet Home;; (NEW!)

[[ IT AU ]]

[ TW: ptsd, pregnancy, death ]

Tara Sullivan moved to Derry as a young child to live with her grandparents after her parents died during a home invasion. They thought it would be best for her, to live in a smaller town with other children her age. To them, the disappearances of 1988 and 1989 weren't cause for concern— Tara was responsible, and always came home before curfew.

She was quiet in school, a good student. There were a few people she talked to, but she really didn't have many friends outside of the classroom. The bullies teased her about her grandparents, occasionally slapped books from her hands and laughed, but nothing severe. Their sights were elsewhere.

During the summer of 1989, Tara had what her grandparents said were "night terrors". Vivid hallucinations dreams of the night her parents died, along with dreams of large spiders invading her room. They stopped suddenly later that summer. Her grandparents, and later, her as well, pushed them off as a reaction to the trauma she experienced from losing her parents. They shrugged off the idea of any kind of therapy, thinking it to be a show of weakness. Tara still suffers from anxiety and PTSD because of this.

Tara never left Derry. She grew up, spending most of her days in the public library, learning from books. When her grandparents eventually passed, she inherited their house, getting a part time job at the library to help maintain it. The money wasn't enough, however, so she took a job at the bar as well.

At age 28, she met Keith, whom she quickly fell in love with. They had a whirlwind romance, wonderful but fleeting. Six months in, Tara was newly pregnant and Keith died in a violent bar fight while she was at her library shift. Most of the town sneered at her for being an unmarried single mother, but Tara ignored them and clung to her precious daughter, Joan.

27 years later, strange things start happening again. Joan is 13 when some of her classmates start disappearing, and Tara feels as if she's young again, scared, trapped in her room with the night terrors.

She still splits her time between the library and the bar, often getting in trouble for leaving early to walk her daughter home. Part of her wonders if she should take Joan and leave Derry, but it's always been home.

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Sea of Starlight;; (NEW!)

[[Pirates of the Caribbean AU. Note: This could also just be a normal Pirate AU if needed!]]

Tauriel was born the daughter of merchants. She had a relatively happy childhood, traveling through the countryside with her parents. When she was about nine, they were killed by highwaymen, their goods stolen. Tauriel barely survived. She was found by other merchants passing through, who rode her to the nearest village.

An orphan with no where to turn, she took to thieving to survive. One day, the royal navy came through the village on their way to the shore. It was the day Tauriel took to large a risk pick-pocketing and got caught by one of the soldiers. Their Captain, Thranduil, took pity on her, and decided to take her with him to the coast, where his son, Legolas, awaited. Tauriel has known family again since.

When Legolas was old enough to begin training to follow in his father’s footsteps, Tauriel trained beside him. They trained daily, and grew to match each other in skill and strength with a blade. Years later, they both joined the royal navy with Thranduil’s blessing. Tauriel now sails the seas, Captain of the Starlight under her adopted father’s armada. She has little love for pirates, as she grew up hearing Thranduil talk of the awful things they had done. Something about them also reminds her of the highwaymen that robbed her of her happiness long ago.

But some days she misses the thrill of thievery, and part of her wishes to be free of the boundaries set by her duties…

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Blood and Fire;;

[[Vikings AU. Note: I created this AU back in 2015 when I was still watching the show and I kind of fell out of it. I would be willing to rp in this verse, but I might not know everything I need to.]]  

Tauriel is a budding shield-maiden of Hedeby. Her father was a warrior, her mother a shield-maiden— they both died in battle when she was young, leaving her to be raised by a few women there. She was always insisting on learning the ways of the battlefield, wishing to become like her mother. Battle had always interested her, and gave her a sense of belonging and adventure.

As she grew, she became better at combat, learning what she could from those who were willing to teach her. She took especially well to the bow, and uses it as her main weapon, though when in close combat, she uses two small axes. At the arrival of Lagertha in Hedeby, Tauriel is excited to meet her and learn from her, and is disappointed when she cannot speak to her at length, since Earl Sigvard keeps her so close. After his death, and Lagertha’s rise to Earl, she undertakes training, along with the other shield-maidens of Hedeby, with her whenever she can. She looks up to Lagertha, wishing to be as great as her in battle someday. Tauriel is headstrong, fierce in battle, but she is also very compassionate, and aware of other’s needs.

[theepolynesian]

The Elf and the Dwarf (ch. 9)

Overall Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain.

Chapter Summary: The end is finally here. You are ready to get married to the one you love.

Pairings: Thorin x Fem!Reader

Previous Chapter: Chapter 8

A/N: Here it is folks. The last ever chapter of the Elf and the Dwarf. This is the very first story I’ve posted for The Hobbit and there is absolutely no regrets. Now that it’s done, I have to admit: this story was actually going to be reader going on a trip to destroy the ring, but I didn’t do it because I already have that in Adventure Awaits. Thank you to all those who has been there from the beginning and have stuck it out with me till the end even though it went from good to shit. I love you all so much. Everyone single one of you. I also will be posting little drabbles of life together.

The both of you do not wake until the sun is high into the sky, much to your surprise. You figured he’d be gone by now.

“Morning amralime,” he mumbles before stretching and throwing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You smile and turn in his arms to face him. You place a kiss on his nose and you giggle as his nose twitches a bit, eyes closed.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the day?” you ask him.

“I’m the king love, I can do whatever I want,” he says, pulling you flush against him. If you didn’t think you could get any closer to him, you were absolutely wrong.

“Thorin,” you complain.

“Y/n,” he mocks, not opening his eyes.

“You have a kingdom to run and I have a king to check on,” you grumble, pulling back a bit so you could breathe.

“Who do you have to check on? I’m right here,” Thorin mumbles, hair falling across his face.

You laugh and push his hair back to its original place.

“I’m talking about Bard. He needs to know that he may or may not need to replace his most trusted advisor,” you inform him, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Can’t he wait a day? I haven’t slept this comfortably in forever,” Thorin asks, grip tightening and one eye opening.

Who knew Thorin could be this clingy?

“No. I want to get this done as soon as possible,” you tell him, poking his belly. He lets you go with a giggle and you stand, smiling at his antics.

“You left a few articles of clothing here,” Thorin grumbles. “Do you often come here?” you ask, opening to wardrobe to find that you did indeed leave clothes here.

“Only when I missed you,” he says, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

“So everyday?” you ask jokingly, pulling on trousers and a tunic.

“Yes, actually,” He says, making you pause. You didn’t think that he had missed you in the month that you were gone. You just figured that he was happy to get rid of you. Though, now it kind of made sense.

“Please don’t think too much about it. It’ll start to sound creepier as the time passes,” Thorin mumbles and you laugh, slipping on your tunic.

“You know what’s the hardest part of this?” he asks as you twist your hair into a bun, something that Sigrid taught you.

“Hmm?” you mumble, walking over to the vanity to fix anything amiss.

“You’re taller than me,” he says and you laugh, looking at him through the mirror.

He has made absolutely no effort to get out of bed. He was just staring at the ceiling with his arms resting behind his head. You shake your head.

“I’m only a little bit taller than you,” you say.

You move around the room to collect your clothing.

“You’re a foot taller than me and probably more. If we ever get married, I’d need a box to kiss you,” He grumbles and you laugh, making your way to his side of the bed.

“I’d love to marry you, box or no box,” you say, before placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles at you as you break away.

“Now. I must go. I shall see you later,” you say, before leaving. Thorin just continues to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wonder how you could love him so.

The months courting Thorin has been the best months of your life.

Bard had asked you to stay on his council saying that he would be lost without you. You had agreed, but only because you didn’t know what you would do without the job. Thorin was always busy so there was no reason for you to not stay busy.

It worked out perfectly because you would both leave at the same time and come back at the same time.

Most nights you had spent talking, some nights you were spent both sleeping, but you had never done anything more intimate. Courting rules and all that.

6 months in, he had asked you to marry him and here you were, one year later, waiting to get married.

You had wanted to get married immediately, but you also wanted your family to be there so you decided to get married 18 months after you originally started courting.

It was a strange feeling. You had never thought you’d ever get married, let alone to a king and a king of dwarves no less.

The Dwarven Kingdoms and the Elven Kingdoms were invited to attend along with Dale. Those that came included the one elf you wished had declined.

You were never present in meetings with Thranduil, opting to stay away from the meetings.

The Company had eventually found out your exact relation with King Thranduil and they were not pleased at the fact that Thranduil gave you up. Thorin was the most livid, but you had managed to calm him down. You didn’t need the two Kings to be at odds with each other.

You sigh as you hear the chatter from the inside. It was such a huge event and you were afraid that you were going to throw up.

The door opens to reveal both Lord Elrond and King Thranduil and that did not ease your nerves at all.

“Ada. Thranduil,” you say, curtly. Elrond exchanges a look with Thranduil before walking off to give you space.

“You look well,” Thranduil says, folding his hands behind his back.

“Why are you here? It’s my wedding day. I don’t want it to be ruined,” you ask coldly, wanting him to get to the point.

“It seems I owe you an explanation,” he says, looking you in the eyes. Good. At least he had some decency.

“You owe me a lot of things. But why now and why here? I am about to get married,” you say, voice cracking. You did not want to deal with this. Not now.

“I chose now because now you cannot run away from like you’ve been doing for the past year and a half,” He says and you nod, accepting the answer. It was kind of your fault.

“Let me just start off by saying that I really did love your mother. She was my first love and I will never forget that. The thing is, is that I could not stand to look at you. Not when you looked exactly like your mother. I tried. I tried so hard to keep you as my own, but I could not stand it,” He tells you and that was the honest truth.

You look exactly like your mother and it pained him more than he cared to admit.

You look at him and its obvious he’s telling you the truth; there’s a pained look on his face.

He looks away from you as he realizes you’re trying to analyze him.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me or even like me. I just thought you had the right to know the truth,” Thranduil tells you before turning and walking away.

“My lord?” you ask quietly. He pauses in his footsteps.

“I don’t think I can come to love you immediately,” you start and he turns his head slightly to look at you, “but I think, with time, I could love you. A long time, but it would happen eventually.”

He smiles slightly before looking at you and you can’t help but like his smile.

“I would like that,” he says, before walking back into the hall. Lord Elrond comes back, giving you a smile before offering up his arm.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes ada,” you say and with that, the both of you walking into the hall.

You try to ignore the thousands of people there as you walk down the aisle. You smile at your siblings and they all smile back. Little Estel waves at you and you give a little wave back. Just imagine when he gets older. He can tell his friends that he was present for the biggest wedding in Middle Earth.

When you see your future husband, you have to stop yourself from giggling. He was absolutely gorgeous in his blue, Durin robes, but he was standing on a box. A box created by Kili and Fili no doubt. You didn’t think he’d actually stand on a box, but there he was. He was standing in front of Balin, but his back was towards you as per tradition.

When you finally reach the alter, your nerves had finally calmed down and your excitement bubbles up. Thorin turns to look at you and he looks absolutely breathless.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers and you smile at him

“Who gives this woman to this man?” Balin asks. You look up at your father and he’s smiling down at you.

“I do,” he says and tears gather in your eyes. The unconditional love that he has for you is absolutely amazing and you were so grateful for him.

“I love you, ada,” you say, bringing him into a hug. “I love you too, my wonder, wonderful girl,” he mutters into your hair before kissing you on your temple. You back away and he leaves to let you to get married.

Thorin holds out his hand and you take it, ready to start your life as the first ever King and Queen of Erebor to rule as an elf and dwarf.

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Beneath the Stars Chapter 25

After the battle, Tauriel struggles to find a place in the world. With the War of the Ring on the horizon and her past haunting her footsteps, she must find a way to keep her hope even in these dark hours and find a home where she truly belongs. Characters: Tauriel, Thranduil, Legolas, Kili (well…he’s there in spirit)

AO3; Masterpost This is the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who has read this story. It has been a great experience for me and I’m so grateful for all the feedback and support I’ve been given!

To these memories I will hold With your blessing I will go To turn at last to paths that lead home

The Fourth Age of Middle-earth was a golden era of prosperity for the Race of Men. For the elves, however, the Fourth Age held a different story.

Rivendell emptied in the first twenty years of the Age. More and more elves left for Valinor, even the Silvan people of Eryn Lasgalen. Tauriel wept each time a friend of hers left. Most painful of all was Hithwen’s departure. She had begun to be weary ever since Gwelonir’s death, and at last she could ignore the call of the sea no longer.

After the War of the Ring, Tauriel settled back into her home. The trees felt different now, more alive, more wild than before. She still felt the melancholy song of the pain brought by the war, and she knew that though she may move on, it would never leave her entirely.

Legolas returned to Eryn Lasgalen after the war, Gimli by his side. Thranduil was shocked by this development, but he had learned from his past mistakes and worked hard toward respecting and accepting his son’s companion.

Legolas did not stay long, however. Though he visited often, he found a new home in Ithilien, populating it with many elves. Glándir also left to Ithilien, much to his sibling and friends’ sorrow.

Tauriel served as Captain of the Guard into the Fourth Age, glad to be protecting her homeland once again. The Guard had little troubles in this time of peace, and she found herself satisfied and content with her current life. Her past wanderings were only a memory.

More than a hundred years had passed in the Fourth Age when Thranduil called her into his council chamber one last time.

“My lord,” Tauriel greeted him as she entered.

“Tauriel.” Thranduil smiled, softer and kinder than Tauriel could ever recall him doing so.

“What do you require of me, my lord?” she asked, suddenly uneasy.

“Please. Sit.” Thranduil gestured to a chair. Confused, Tauriel sat, watching as he did the same across from her.

“Tauriel, before I begin, let me just say that I am so very grateful for all your service in the Guard,” Thranduil said. “Though we have not always seen eye to eye, you have done everything possible in order to keep our home safe.”

“You’re welcome, my lord,” Tauriel said, surprised by his thoughtful words. Why would he be saying such things? she wondered.

“I have grown weary of this land,” Thranduil said.

Tauriel froze. Was he…leaving?

“I miss my dear wife, dead these many centuries,” he continued. “I am tired of the troubles of this land. I am old both in spirit and in body. I am not from Eryn Lasgalen, despite the years I have lived and ruled here. I am from the long-destroyed realms of Beleriand.” He sighed, and Tauriel caught a glimpse of the ages he spoke of, and she felt young and small, not even a thousand years old.

“Legolas has felt the call of the sea ever since he first beheld it during the War of the Ring,” Thranduil said.

Tauriel nodded. “I know.” She had many times heard his lamentations, and though he loved his new home in Ithilien and his friends in Eryn Lasgalen, he had grown anxious to see the glory of Valinor.

“Legolas has decided to leave for the Undying Lands,” Thranduil said, “and I have decided to go with him.”

Tauriel stared at him, shocked. Legolas was truly leaving? She couldn’t say she was surprised by that. His friends from the Fellowship of the Ring had slowly succumbed to their mortality, all save Gimli the Dwarf, who still lived. Aragorn, King Elessar of Gondor, had been the most recent to die, and she understood why he had chosen now to leave. She only wondered how Gimli would take this—and why Legolas had not told her himself.

But Thranduil? This was a surprise. He had explained his reasoning, and she understood it, but there had been little prior warning. She supposed he could not bare to be parted from both his son and his wife, when he had the option to be with both.

“I…” Tauriel said. She didn’t know what to say to such a proclamation. “My lord…”

“I know you must be shocked,” Thranduil said. “I do not blame you. But my mind is made up. As my chief Captain, I am entrusting you with the care of the Woodland Realm after my departure.”

Tauriel could scarcely believe her ears. “Me?” she exclaimed. After all she had done, she still sometimes wondered how she had been even reappointed to her position. To be promoted, especially to such a high station—this was beyond her comprehension…

“Yes. You.” Thranduil smiled. “You will have help, of course—we are not leaving for another year, and I will aid you. You will have counselors; if you prefer, you could head a council instead of being a Queen. I favor that last option. But you love this kingdom more than anything else, Tauriel, and you will make an excellent and benevolent ruler.”

“My lord, I don’t know…” Tauriel shook her head. “I don’t want this.”

“Good,” Thranduil. “You will be better if you don’t.”

Over the next year, Thranduil and Legolas broke the news to their people. Tauriel refused to rule by herself, instead forming a council that would make decisions together. As their rulers left, many Woodland elves decided to go with them. The elves who remained in Eryn Lasgalen were mostly Silvan now, with only a few Sindar remaining. The overall numbers had greatly diminished, and Tauriel soon became acquainted with the few subjects she hadn’t already known.

Much to everyone’s astonishment, Legolas proclaimed that Gimli was coming with him to Valinor. Tauriel could not believe her ears at first. How in the world would that be allowed—a dwarf in Valinor! Tauriel thought that it seemed the sort of thing she might have attempted, back in her flighty days, had Kíli still lived.

Gimli was an old dwarf now, with a beard as white as his father Glóin’s had been when Tauriel had seen him in Rivendell. He remained strong and clever, however, and still enjoyed teasing Tauriel on the occasions that he visited Eryn Lasgalen.

On the day of Legolas, Gimli, and Thranduil’s final departure, a great feast was held. Much to Tauriel’s bittersweet amusement, this was the day of Mereth nuin Giliath, the Feast of Starlight.

As the elves drank and celebrated their great ruler and the shining stars above them, Tauriel found herself melancholy.

“Tauriel, may I speak with you?” Legolas asked, seemingly aware of her detachment from the party.

“Of course,” she agreed.

He took her outside, into a hall. “Are you alright?” he asked. “You seem…unhappy.”

“Well…” Tauriel sighed. “I’m going to miss you, you know. It seems I’ve only just got you back, and now you’re leaving forever.”

Legolas’s smile was sad. “I am sorry. But this is where my road leads, where my soul calls me.”

“I don’t begrudge you,” Tauriel clarified. “Only…your happiness is what I always wished for.”

“You have your friends here,” Legolas said. “Midhel and Iesteth have not left you, nor have the others. Indeed, Glándir has been talking of coming back to the forest now that I’ve left Ithilien.”

Tauriel nodded. “You’re right. I know. But…” She sighed. “This is the Feast of Starlight, Legolas. I always feel sad on this night, and all the more now that you’re leaving. Sometimes, I look at you and Gimli, and I wish for everything I might have had.”

Legolas embraced her. Now that he was friends with men and dwarves, he was freer with his emotions and with touch. This time, Tauriel was grateful. A hug was just what she needed.

“Maybe someday you can come to Valinor, and find him there,” Legolas murmured. “I doubt the Valar would be so unkind as to let you suffer for all eternity.”

“Perhaps,” Tauriel said, but she didn’t quite believe him.

Soon the the travelers left, and entourage of companions with them, bound for the same fate. The remaining elves continued to celebrate, but Tauriel bid her friends farewell and went down into the dungeons.

The cells were empty, and had been for years. Tauriel heard echoes of the party above her, the gentle fall of water not far off, the soft pad of her own feet on stone. She closed her eyes, letting her memories guide her to the cell where Kíli had been held.

It seemed an age since they had first met. It had been, nearly. Tauriel felt the promise stone in her pocket, traced the runes: Inik Dê. Return to me. She still held it with her always, even all these years later.

“I miss you,” she said aloud. She had never spoken to him before, not since his death. But sitting here, in the very place where they had first met, she felt his presence strongly. Whether his spirit was truly there and could hear her words, she didn’t know, but her words were for herself as well as him.

“I wish we had gotten our chance,” she said. She bowed her head, her hair falling into her face. “But we did not.”

She sighed. “How did I come back here, Kíli? After so long, it is as if nothing has changed. I am still in the forest, still in the same place we met. Was all my suffering for nothing? Am I truly the same?”

But as soon as she spoke the words she knew they were wrong. “No,” she said, raising her head. “It is different. I am different. I am a ruler of Eryn Lasgalen. I fought in the War of the Ring. I made a difference, in my home, in others’ lives. In your life.”

Tauriel closed her fist around the promise stone. “I remember your mother. I remember Balin, and Dwalin, and Glóin. Your people are strong, and they are kind. So are you.”

She swore she could almost feel his touch on her hand. She unfurled her fist, staring at the stone, her last memory of Kíli. “You set me on this journey. It has been long and painful, but I am back home. I am with my friends, my family. And though many things have changed—many things are changing—I cannot say it has all been for ill.”

She felt at peace now, truly, for the first time since Kíli’s death. After all she had gone through, all the pain and all the change, she was truly where she belonged.

“I wish you could be with me,” she said, “but I must take what I can.”

She slipped the stone back into her pocket and touched the bars of the cell. Then she turned and walked back up the stairs and to the Feast of Starlight, ready to rejoin her friends and her home.

I bid you all a very fond farewell.

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