#and it hurts more this time because of tauriel

[hollowaluminumvessel]

guys I know how it goes. I understand why it happens but every time I see it it's like rubbing salt on a wound.

[sachiko6243]

The Kings plaything - Part 1/2

Summary: After the dwarves have been captured, Thranduil decides to have a little fun with his wife, fulfilling his need to show of his greatest possesion.

Word count: 9223

Warnings: smut with plot, public fingering, exhibitionism, possessive Thranduil, Dom! Thranduil, sub! reader, slight hurt and angst because of something Thorin said, Minors DNI! This contains adult content

Pov Legolas:

The guards and I had captured the dwarfs that were mindlessly roaming through our lands. Right now, we had stripped them of their weapons and escorted them through the woods. Right before the big bridge that led towards the only door into Mirkwood, I stopped the parade, turning to look at the dwarves:

“You are now going to be brought in front of the king and his queen. Let me offer you some advice as to how to act in his presence. You bow when greeting him. You shall not speak unless asked to. Nor do you insult him or her majesty. And most importantly, don’t stare at her majesty.” I rattled down the points, but I was interrupted by the tallest dwarf, they addressed as their king: “Do not worry, none of us would want to see that disgusting elven pack of you anyway!”

Before I could even react, one of my guards already forced him to his knees, a blade against his throat. That seemed to enrage the others, a slight turmoil breaking out. I waited until my guards settled it, before I spoke again: “Careful of your words dwarf. She is the kings most precious possession. You do not want to anger him, by looking at her or insulting her even.”

One dwarf pressed himself through the ranks, until he stood right in front of me. He wasn’t reaching much above my waist and I had to suppress the instinct of kneeling down like I would do with a kid. “Why are we not to look at her?” He asked, nothing but curiosity filling his big brown eyes. I suppressed a laugh, still a small sly smile crossed my lips. “Things are run differently here. You will see for yourself.”

Then I just turned, not waiting for the dwarves to follow me. I knew my guards would simply force them to.

Pov Elanore:

I was sitting next to Thranduils throne beneath his feet on my pillow. It was my usual place between his legs, leaning against one of his thighs and relishing in his soft touches while covered in his cloak. Ever since I had married him some decades ago, we had slowly dipped more into showing our relationship openly. Knowing that the elves were a race loving their routines, the king openly showing his affection caused some stir. Especially, when that affection was interlaced with our power play.

But after a while the people had gotten used to it, even smiling a bit, when he softened around me. It wasn’t often for the king to show his softer side openly, but when he did, he usually did it for me. Legolas once thanked me, that I had brought his father out of his shell. Even though he did not quite understand our relationship, he accepted me as his father’s new wife, soon becoming my partner in crime when it came to wreaking havoc.

I never wanted to replace his mother and I told him so. Legolas didn’t seem to mind either way, soon starting to teasingly call me naneth and over time the name got stuck.  

A guard racing down the hall and stopping in front of us breathless, made me turn my head to look at him. He bowed deeply, his eyes quickly washing over my face, before he looked at the floor in front of him. It was common for the guards and common people to not look at me and after I had pressed Thranduil deeply on the matter, he had admitted to make it a general rule not to stare at me. His harsh demeanor the earlier centuries still sitting deeply, that most elves took it literally and refused to look at me. The only exceptions being Legolas and Tauriel.

“My king.” The guard started. “Your son and some guards have captured a group of 13 dwarves wandering our forest. They are now on their way to be brought in front of you.”

“Is that so?” Thranduil cued, caressing my hair with a soft growl in his voice. “How long are they going to take until their arrival?”

“Not long, my king. They have already made it to the gate.” The guard answered. Thranduil raised an eyebrow. “Thank you. You can leave now.” Waving the guard off, he looked down on me. “It looks like we are about to have guests, little ithil.” Then he opened his legs. “Join me on the throne. A queen must rule besides her king.”

Quickly getting up from my place, I sorted my dress to make it look more presentable. It was made out of thin silk, a soft blue touch to it. During the time I was staying in Mirkwood, I only wore my inside clothes, that Thranduil himself very carefully picked. The dresses he picked for me to wear were far from hiding my body. Rather the opposite. Their light and see through fabric accentuating my curves, doing nothing in hiding my breasts or core from other peoples eyes.

“I am not wearing anything appropriate.” I argued, trying my best to ruffle the dress to cover the dark circles of my nipples that clearly shone through the silk. “Nonsense, meleth. You are wearing just the right dress.” Thranduil said, stopping my hands and smoothing the fabric over my breasts. His soft touches to my nipple made me sigh in pleasure and he smiled. “You are my queen. Mine to protect and cherish. Whenever I am at your side, the world shall see what a beauty lies beneath those fabrics.”

Then he fidgeted with his pants, tying them lose and signaling me to sit on his lap. My eyes widened, when I saw him freeing his cock, that was already leaking precum. “No…” I whispered, but he just pulled me towards him. Simply spreading my legs, he pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling his lap, my back towards him. Beneath my heat, I could feel his cock stroking through my folds. “You are always so wet for me, melethril.” He groaned, taking my shoulder and pushing me down on his cock.

I yelped in surprise and the slight pain the stretch brought with it. But Thranduil didn’t react to it. He simple sorted my feet to dangle besides his thighs, so that I now had no leverage of pushing me up from the throne. “You will stay right here and warm my cock, you understand?” He growled into my ear, biting the skin of my neck right beneath it.

“Yes, my king.” I whispered, leaning back onto his chest. My actions made him chuckle slightly. “You are such a good little girl for me. All it takes is my cock inside of you and you are already forgetting your worries.”

Sorting the dress between my legs, he made sure the two cut outs were delicately laid out to show my legs. Reaching up to my hips and slightly my waist the fabric closed again, just the edges of my hipbones peaking through. A dark blue leather belt securing the dress around my waist and keeping the fabric tight around my chest to not only show my hard nipples through it, but also prevent my breasts from falling out of my cleavage.

What I did not expect was Thranduil sneaking his right hand beneath the fabric of my legs, putting his fingers on my clit. With slow movements, he collected some of my slick that had run out of my core, spreading it over his fingers and my pearl. I couldn’t help myself but moan out his name. “Yes, my little petal. Let them hear you.” Thranduil whispered cockily in my ear and I clasped a hand in front of my mouth, which he quickly took away again. “Oh no, my sweet darling. You are my queen. You do not hide.”

“But you cant just…” My argument was shut down by another moan rolling off my lips, this time a bit quieter, but still clearly hearable for elven ears. “I can and I will.” Thranduil retorted. “I am the king. I can do with my plaything whatever I want and whenever I want it. Not even you will keep me from it.”

I wanted to say something, but the faint thrumming of several pairs of feet made me bite my tongue, trying my best to keep my face straight even though Thranduil had not stopped his soft touches on my core. He was not moving inside of me and thanked the spirits for it, as I would not have been able to keep quiet otherwise. I knew it was obvious for everyone what was happening on the kings throne, but none of the guards reacted openly, even though I thought to have seen some smirks quickly cross their faces.

My dress didn’t do much to hide my growing arousal, my nipples hard and stiff against the silk, Thranduils rings still glittering through the fabric between my legs. And to my dismay, he brushed his free hand over my breasts, making my head roll back onto his shoulder. “That’s it, gilgalad. Feel me.” He cued into my ear, kissing my neck and my cheek. “I will make you come and you will let me, understand?”

“Yes, my king.” I yelped out, closing my eyes at the tingly feeling, that started to slowly build inside of me. With another flick of his fingers, he made me twitch around his cock, growling slightly. “Just like that, darling.” Then his attention shifted from me towards the dwarves that stomped through the halls. Even though they were almost half the size of the elves, their steps were loud and unflattering to the ear, making me shiver and clench my jaw at the interruption.

Thranduil of course noticed, kissing my ear. “They should have taken of their shoes. But then again, I can just make them stop walking. The smell on the other hand I cant control.” I chuckled at his words, my shaking body causing his cock to hit my sweet spot deep inside of me. I yelped, biting my tongue. The hot feeling inside of my body suddenly becoming more prominent.

“Adar.” Legolas voice ripped me out of my fogged up brain and I looked at him. A smile crept on his lips, as he shamelessly stared between my legs. I tried to close them, but Thranduil kept me in place with a slight slap on my clit. I hissed out, clenching around his cock in revenge. But unlike me, the king did not react besides a slight tilt of the head.

“Legolas.” He greeted his son, shuffling a bit on this throne to look at the group in front of us properly. “I see you have brought guests.”

“They were wandering around in the forest. We saved them from being killed by spiders.” Legolas explained, still not taking his eyes away from me. He knew it was a dangerous game to play, but being the son of Thranduil he obviously grew up to be as cocky. His father did also notice his staring, raising an eyebrow. “Something else, you want to add?”

Just like his father, Legolas tilted his head the same way. “Nothing of important matter.” A sly grin on his lips, he leaned against a pillar behind him. Thranduil just scoffed, slightly speeding up the movements of his fingers. He turned his attention towards the dwarves and I could feel him suck in a deep breath.

“Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór king under the mountain.” He greeted the tallest dwarf, who immediately puffed his chest, looking him straight in the eyes. “King Thranduil.” Came the short answer, a suppressed anger in the dwarfs voice. Thranduil did not openly react to it, just letting his left hand delicately brush over my nipples again. Taking the left one between his fingers, he tugged on it, making me involuntarily moan out.

“Tell me dwarf. What is the matter of your visit?” He asked, not even caring to look at the other man, studying my face as it contorted in pleasure. The answer that followed would have cost the dwarf his head, would it not have been for me to sit on Thranduils lap: “We came to seek aid, because unlike you, we have much more important things to do than pleasure a little mistress.”

Immediately two guards had the dwarf on his knees, dragging him closer to the throne, while the others aimed their weapons at the group. “Watch your mouth, scum. This is the queen you are talking about.” One guard growled, harshly tilting Thorins head back, so he was forced to look at the king. Thranduil just smiled one of his arrogant but angry smiles: “What would your people know of pleasuring a woman? Clearly there is not much desirable about your kin.”

And while he was reprimanding the dwarf in front of him, he once again sped up his finger play on my core. The other hand now openly gripping my breasts, tugging on my nipples, until I couldn’t help myself but become a moaning and shivering mess on his lap. The people in front of me faded out of my brain, my focus only on the kings touches and his cock sheathed deep inside of me.

Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. I didn’t care where I was and who was all watching me slowly but surely come undone in the king’s lap. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body.

I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Thranduils shoulders, nails gripping his arm. “Oh god, please. This feels so good.” I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth between my legs. Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than his name. Thranduil didn’t seem to mind one bit either, every cry that left my lips spurring him on further.

“I got you.” Thranduil promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my pleasure. Forcing my head back to look at him, I gasped at the sudden possessiveness that overruled everything in him. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.

And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Thranduils mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would still be ringing undeniably loud through the halls. His actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around his cock. That had him nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. “Watch it, nin iell.” He teased. “You don’t want to end it that quickly do you?”

“No!” I yelped, tugging his hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. “Good girl.” Thranduil growled behind me. “Because you take what I give you, like the good little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, my king.” My voice was shaky, barely above a whisper and he took it as a sign to let go of me. Just holding me at my hips, he turned to look at the kneeling dwarf before him. “Excuse me. What was it that you wanted?” The sheer arrogance, that laced his words was filling the air, dripping onto the floor, and poisoning everything it touches. Thorin took a deep breath, clearly biting down the words he wanted to say. “Aid, my king.” He repeated between gritted teeth, shaking the hands of the elven guards from his shoulder and standing back up.

Thranduil leaned himself to the side, gently resting his chin on his fingers, as he watched the dwarves. “Some may imagine that noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive. Attempted burglary, or something of that ilk.”

Thorin did not say anything, but his lips twitched slightly, obviously not going unnoticed by my husbands eyes. Thranduil, tapped my hip, before he simply heaved me from his lap, making me stand in front of him as a shield. After he had sorted himself, he stepped down the stairs, while I took my seat in his throne, cuddling into his warm cloak, watching the interrogation unfold in front or my eyes.

Thranduil stopped besides Thorin, leaning down on his eye level. “You have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you. The right to rule. The kings jewel. The Arkenstone” His words made Thorin look aside, while Thranduil slowly stepped back, stopping in front of me, his eyes still fixated on Thorin. Keeping on talking, he slowly entangled the plan of the dwarves. “It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that.” Looking at me with a smile.

“There are gems in the mountain, that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help.” Thranduil bowed his head. That made Thorin chuckle: “I am listening.” Immediately my husband stone changed, growing darker, a slight threat in his voice: “I will let you go. If you but return what is mine.”

Thorin turned, walking to the edge of the platform. “A favor for a favor.” And I could hear he did not trust one thing Thranduil was saying.

“You have my word.” My husband pressed on. “One king to another.”

“I would not trust Thranduil the great king to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us.” Thorin turned around, pointing a finger at my husband, before he started yelling again. “You lack all honor. I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once. Starving, Homeless. Seeking your help. But you turned your back. You turned away form the suffering of my people in the inferno that destroyed us. Imrid amrâd ursul!”

I gasped, as I heard Thorin wish a fiery death upon my husband. Jumping from my seat, I was about to yell at him, but Thranduil raised his hand, my light elven feet clearly too loud for his ears. Taking a step towards Thorin, he bent down once again. “Do not speak to me about dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin.” Knowing what he was about to do, I balled a fist, gripping tightly at his cloak, when I watched him reveal his scar. I could only see the outer edges that covered his chin.

“I have faced the great serpents of the north.” Thranduil pulled back, stepping closer to me. His whole demeanor changed. Was it before slightly arrogant but still willing to help. It was now hard and hateful. Something he rarely let me see. Still keeping his voice in check, he walked towards the stairs, giving me an apologetic look before turning back to Thorin. “I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon. But he would not listen.”

Thranduil slowly walked up the steps and I shuffled to stand up, but he just signaled me to stay seated. Taking his stand next to me, hands clasped behind his back. “You are just like him.” Then he waved his arms. The guards immediately jumping to action, grabbing the dwarves. “Stay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I am patient. I can wait.”

The guards were about to drag the dwarves of, when I rose from my seat. “Wait.” All action stopped, the dwarves looking at me with wide eyes. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, stopping in front of Thorin. In comparison to Thranduil he looked tiny, but when I stood next to him, he reached up to my eyes. Looking me straight in the eyes, he challenged me by tilting his head. “Look at that. Thranduils little pet, decides to come to our aid. We do not need your help, woman.” He spat directly in front of me, missing my feet by mere inches.

“Careful of your words, dwarf. I am currently the only one between you and my husbands wrath.” I smiled, mimicking my husband as good as possible. It did not seem to help anything, as Thorin just chuckled. “Are you sure you are not a dwarf yourself? You barely outgrew me.”

“I am an elf.” I said, clenching my jaw. “And only a fool would underestimate his opponent that greatly. Are you perhaps a fool, dwarf?”

“I am no fool!” He yelled out and I couldn’t help but chuckle: “Oh my apologies. Your latest actions must have misled me.” Sighing I stepped around him, taking a closer look at the rest of the group. “You really should take my husbands offer. A small chest of white stones in exchange of an army. That is a small prize to pay, considering the wealth of that mountain.” The rest of the dwarves had agreeing looks on their faces, but none of them dared to speak up against their leader.

“Why are you so set on getting those stones? Is you wardrobe not full enough?” Thorin gritted out, the hate still very prominent in his face. I waved him off. “Ah, I do not care about jewels…”

“Your clothes speak different, woman.” He spat out, interrupting me. Slowly I was getting angrier at his antics, twirling around on my heels. But Thorin wasn’t finished making fun of me: “You walk around this realm. Clothed in nothing more than what can be called an excuse of clothing. A tease to everyone’s eyes and yet, your king enables it by ordering everybody to shy away their gaze. And still, everyone is able to see your form, covered in gemstones from head to toe and you dare to claim not to care about jewels? I bet you even have them stuck up your womanhood. That’s how greedy you are for them!”

“Take his head!” Thranduils voice thundered through the halls. His words making everyone gasp out in fear, the guards holding him, now forcing him down, a blade on his throat, ready to cut it at my command. I just raised my hand to stop them. “I do not need to answer your foul accusations, dwarf. But if you may know, those stones and dresses are a gift of my husband. I wear them, to please his eye and only his. As for his orders, I have asked him to at least loosen the punishments, and for our people he has. But you are an outsider. Clearly not able to respect a woman, so why should you be allowed to set eye on her?” Stepping closer to him, I looked him deep into the eyes, before carrying on: “And for those white stones. They were an heirloom of his late wife. They hold great worth to him.”

Thorins lips contorted into a wicked grin. “An heirloom of his late wife. Look at that. The second one defending her husband. To blind to see, he will never love her the way he did with his first. Tell me how does it feel to always be second? To always be reminded of the woman he lost? The mother of his son?” That’s when it snapped in me.

I slapped him across the face, my eyes squinted in anger and I had to physically hold back my voice to not yell at him: “I have given you another chance. Offered you a way out. And yet you stand here, still spitting on the help we offer. Spitting on Legolas mother. There is no competition between us. I know he loved her with all his heart and there is still love in there for her, but that does not dull his love for me. I can see that you are bitter. Too bitter to see the good around you. Your people will die because of your wrathful greed. You lead them into death by dragon fire just because you are to arrogant to accept help. I might not have met many dwarves, but you, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, king under the mountain are clearly the most arrogant and hateful one.”

Then I looked at the guards. “Finish my husbands order. Take them to the dungeons. Let them rot.” Turning on my heels again, I made my way away from the throne. One the one hand to give my mind peace and to hid the tears that were about to form in my eyes. Thorins words had hit dead center. I knew I should not doubt Thranduils love for me, but still. A part of me, was contemplating whether he was still hanging on his late wife or not. I did not really look where I was going, letting my feet carry me through the kingdom halls. The tears had now pressed themselves to the surface, rolling down my cheeks in big paths and making my vision blurry.

When I stopped, I realized I was in my old chambers. The one I had moved into centuries ago, when I stumbled into Mirkwood by accident. Originally, I was an elf of Imraldis. Elronds cousin to be exact, but I wanted to see the world before I was to marry. My path bringing me into the woods of Mirkwood. What I did not know, was the severity of the spiders. Underestimating the danger, I soon found myself surrounded by five of them, a venomous bit in my left shoulder. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remembered was Legolas and another elf leaning over me and caring for my wound.

After I had healed, I was brought before the king. He offered me shelter and I had taken his offer gladly. Not knowing who I was, I simply took a role as a soldier of Mirkwood, going on patrol with Legolas to keep the borders safe. It took several years, before Elrond had figured out where I went. With the cause to bring me back, he stormed into the halls, demanding to know why the king would let his cousin do such a dangerous job. Thranduil not knowing let to a big fight between the normally very close elves. And after I had refused to go home with Elrond, I was taken from my patrol and sorted to do the more strategic part of military tasks. My new role forcing me to work closer with the king and slowly we became friends. That friendship turned into love and Thranduil started to court me until we finally got married.

I was too caught up with my tears and the memories streaming into my brain, that I did not hear the footsteps approaching me from behind. So, when a hand touched me, I whirled around ready to fight. Btu strong arms held me close, the strong smell of pine, red berries and a hint of frozen mint entangling me, announcing the person holding me as my husband. “Shhh don’t cry, meleth. Please. There is no need…”

“No need?” I yelled, tripping over my own words. “He read my like a book just by looking at me. Every word of his is true!”

“Not all of them.” Thranduil calmly stated. It made me reel out in wicked laughter, the tears streaming down my red cheeks before dropping onto my chest. “Oh spare me. I know you love your late wife. You always had and you always will. I am merely a distraction for you, one you grew to love the image of rather than the truth.”

“Meleth…” He started, but I just stepped out of his hold. “No, Thranduil. Don’t call me that ever again.” My words visibly made him angry, but he held back, letting me speak my mind: “We have lived a lie. A dream. Me too blind to see and you to torn by your feelings to understand the truth. You long for your late wife everyday. That’s why you keep distracting yourself with dressing me up, so that you don’t have to look me in the eye and see I am not her. And I let you do it. To stupid to see the poison it brought to my body, believing it was just your way of loving me.”

“That’s what you think?” His voice was quiet. A slight tremble to it.

“I know it is.” I simply answered, not daring to look at him.

“So, you want this to end? Just because a bitter dwarf told you to?” He asked, angrily taking of his crown and throwing it against the wall. It splattered into thousands of tiny pieces, scattering around the floor. “That’s how much I love you. I would give up all of this, to be with you. Why don’t you see that?” He started to take of his jewels, throwing them against the wall as well. And with every piece of stone that shattered, a piece of my heart broke, until I couldn’t help myself but sink to my knees.

He was by my side immediately. “Listen to me, bereth. As it might be true, that I deeply loved my wife and that I still hold her very dearly. It means nothing compared to you. She is the mother of my child. You are the light of my life. I love you with all my heart and I want to spent eternity with you. Don’t listen to the words of that dwarf, as he knows nothing about love.”

I was still doubtful. The words of Thorin still present in my ears. “You just say that to keep me as your wife.”

Thranduil rose back to his feet, now angrily pacing through the room. “If its that what you want, we shall separate. I cannot divorce you because of our social standing. But I shall leave you be. You will be cared for and every wish shall be fulfilled, but I will never bother you again.” He forced his hands through his hair, making it all messed up, before he looked at me again: “I do not say things lightly and you know that. I have lived thousands of years to see people fall in and out of love. And if you are… Then so shall it be.”

There he was again. The cold king I had met centuries ago. The stiff shell of what he once was, hiding behind power and coldness. It broke my heart seeing him like that and the pull I felt inside of me, made me realize how wrong I was about him. About us. Before he could turn to leave, I sprung to my feet, grabbing his hand. “I am sorry.”

He stilled in his movements, tilting his head to look at me, his gaze harsh and unmoving. “I am sorry.” I repeated. “I was not thinking clearly… Thorins words… They were so hard, so… real. It made my mind underestimate your love for me. Please forgive me, herven. I… I always fear you will leave me one day. Realizing it meant nothing for you. And when he said that… It all became so real, so true. I could not bear the thought of you leaving me, so I fled. Making myself believe that if I were the one to decide, it would not be so harsh on my mind.”

A soft smile crept up his lips, before he took me in a long and warm embrace, wrapping his cloak around us both. “Oh, you stupid little girl. Why did you not tell me about your fears? I would have done more to show you otherwise.”

“Don’t call me a little girl.” I grumbled against his chest, hitting him with my fist. That only caused him to laugh out loud. “But you are. Merely overtaking dwarfs by half a head. Just a little more than a decade older than my son.”

“That is only shining a bad light upon you. Grooming an elleth that is the age of your child. You should be arrested for sacrilegious acts.” I teased, slowly gaining my confidence back. I looked up, only to be met with Thranduils love sick blue eyes watching me intently. At my words he raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I believe you should stop me then. Or do you perhaps relish in the way I am corrupting you?”

I was speechless. My mouth opening and closing without the words coming out. My brain was mushy, melting under his strong gaze. That only seemed to spur him on even more. “Are you falling out of words, pîn iell?” Letting his hands slowly graze down my body until they reached my thighs, he lifted me up. Out of instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge of his pants pressing against my core. His expression turned smug, when he saw my nipples again peaking through the thin fabric. “You don’t have to say it. Your body speaks enough.”

With that he carried me out of the room, but we didn’t get far, as he crashed us into the next wall, his lips feverish on mine. I sighed deeply, when I felt him press against me as desperate as I was. Letting my hands wander through his hair, I pulled on the strands that normally were very orderly sorted on his head. But now I had turned them into a mess. “Thranduil…” I moaned, pressing myself even closer to him.

“I got you, meleth. I am here. You are safe.” He groaned against my lips.

“Bed.” I breathed out and he chuckled. “Which one? Ours or just any bed?”

“I hate you.” I said, leaning my face against his chest to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks. He took my chin into his hand, softly turning it, so that I had to look him into the eyes. His blue orbs were burning with desire and lust, making me speechless. “I am the king. I own every bed in this realm. So, if you should ever desire something else than ours, you shall have it. Besides. I would not mind fucking you on any bed or surface. By Valar, I would even fuck you in front all of my people to show how much I love you.”

“I figured.” I retorted, cockily. “What even was that back in the throne room? I know you are a possessive man, but that was something new. Even for you.” He smirked, tilting his head. “How do you thing I have managed to stay sane over all those years? A creature living this long needs to be creative to make life worth living.”

“Mhm. Sure. And now what's the truth?” I asked, not falling for his sly answer. “I was just incredible horny for my wife.” He whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. “So horny, that you would bring me to an orgasm in front of our guests?” I breathed, holding onto his shoulders. “Yes.” Was all he said, before he pressed his lips onto mine once again.

A scattering sound made us flinch apart, only to see a young servant standing in the middle of the hall, a load of books spread to his feet. “My king, my queen.” He bowed deeply, before he sunk to his knees to grab the books. “I am so sorry for interrupting, I did not intent to walk here, but I got lost on my way back to the library. Please forgive me.”

Quickly I shuffled out of Thranduils hold, kneeling besides the servant. I helped him sort his books, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Its alright. You are new, are you not?”

“Yes, your majesty. I am a new scribe in the library.” He didn’t dare to look at me, his eyes trained onto the books. I sighed deeply, wondering what the older elves had told him would happen if he were to look at me. “You know you can look me into the eyes.” I chuckled, ignoring the low huff of my husband behind me.

“I am not to look at the queen. That’s what I have been told by Cabron.” He answered. “He said I would be thrown into the dungeon where my eyes would be poked out and I was to rot to death.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do not fear me or the wrath of my husband. Cabron is a very… lets say teasing ellon. He was just messing with you. The rule is not to stare at me, looking me in the eyes, when I speak with you is fine.”

“Its not.” Thranduil grumbled behind me, but I shushed him. “Don’t listen to him. He is particularly grumpy today, as he had a run in with dwarves.” Then I stepped next to him. “If you want to the library, you walk down that corridor, take the first left turn, follow the path to the end and then turn right. After that you should be close enough to the library to know.”

The servant bowed again. “Thank you, your majesty.” Then he ran off the way I described to him. Looking at Thranduil, I raised an eyebrow. “Look at what you are doing to the young ellons. The older elves might understand your words in their meaning, but they are using it to torment the young ones.” He didn’t seem to be bothered one bit. “What a shame…” Slowly stalking towards me, a grin spread over his face. “That makes me think of something I said earlier.”

“And what would that be?” I asked breathless, fleeing backwards from my husband. The grin on his lips turning more wolfish with every step he took. “I shall take you where anyone can hear you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I shrieked; my eyes wide in shock.

“Oh, and how I would. And I will teach that scum of a dwarf a lesson.” He stopped his prowl, looking at me as if he was thinking about something. And then he yelled at me: “RUN!”

Before I even completely comprehended his words, my body reacted to his command. Gathering my skirt, I turned on the spot, fleeing down the hall, Thranduil hot on my heels. I was giggling like a little child, as I raced through the kingdom. Elves forced to jump aside, looking after us, as we passed them. Soon I was caught between a stone wall, the cliff of a path just above the dungeons and Thranduil blocking my only way out. Trying my best to catch my breath, I leaned against the wall, forcefully slowing my breathing. Then realization dawned on my face: “You routed me here…”

“I did.” There was no regret in his voice, the sly smile still present on his lips. His shoulders were heaving in big breaths, the fabric of his tunic stretching across his chest and arms as he flexed them against the wall. Slowly stalking towards me, he forced me deeper into the dungeon, until my back hit the wall. I looked to the side and down the cliff. Beneath me, I could see the dwarves being captured in their cells. Thorin looking right back at me.

He was about the same height we were currently at, the others of his company below us or him, unable to see what was happening. That didn’t keep them from listening. “Thorin. What's going on up there.” A young voice called out. Thorin’s face contorted, as he answered. “Nothing, Kili. Just the elven king giving into the desire of his flesh once more.”

“What does that even mean?” Kili asked, another voice, very similar to his answered him: “It means the elven king is about to fuck his wife just above you, you moron.”

“Fili!” Thorin thundered, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Even Thranduil had a sly smile on his lips, securely hidden from the dwarves.

“It seems like you have pulled our guests attention, nin iell.” He cockily said and I knew that he was staging a play. Tilting my head, I played along: “Good thing you are here to prevent me from any more danger.”

“Indeed.” He said, letting his eyes shamelessly run over my body. Then with one big last step, he closed the distance between us, picking me up once more. “Thranduil!” I yelped out, clutching at his arms and wrapping my legs around him. He tightened his arms around me, pressing me against the wall. It caused me to make a soft noise, something between a moan and a purr.

Thranduil grinned wolfishly, as one hand wandered from my face, down my shoulder, gripping the belt of my dress. And with one sharp tug, he ripped it from my body. I gasped at his sudden show of violence, the dress falling open. It was one of his favorite dresses. Basically, one long piece of fabric cut into two strands one side up to the middle. To wear it, I simply laid the two strands above my body, while the single strand covered my back. Then I wore a belt to safely secure it around my waist, sorting the fabric over my chest. Now those two strands were flaring widely open, only held between my legs.

Letting the belt fall to the ground, Thranduil gripped the fabric of the dress, slowly pulling it out between us, before he disregarded it onto the floor as well. Now I was naked, my back pressed against the cold stone wall.

“Please.” I begged, making the elf before me hoarsely chuckle, his teeth were grazing my earlobe, biting it gently.

“Please, what?” He asked as he pulled away, his eyes now dark with lust and desire.

“Please touch me.” I breathlessly whispered. It was all he needed. Without wasting any second, his lips captured mine, locking them in the most passionate and fiery way he could muster. The feeling of his lips against mine was enough to knock the air out of my lungs, not to mention the force of his tongue inside my mouth, it was enough to have my mind reeling.

He gently put me down, leaning me against the wall, as he knelt in front of me. Spreading his cloak on the floor to give some warmth from the cold stone. Patting the fabric in front of him, he looked at me with the uttermost desire I had ever seen a man look at me with. Fully aware of Thorins eyes upon me, I walked around Thranduil, taking my place on the ground beneath him. A sly grin on his lips, he shuffled between my legs, throwing one last glance to the dwarf watching us, before he simply dove down.

“Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Melethron!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my core. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “By Valar, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.”

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back, gripping the fabric of his cloak at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” I yelped out, his finger finding the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My walls pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger. 

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the ground, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my core as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Thranduil!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and had to pull him away.

“Oh, how I love seeing you like this. All ready for me.” Thranduil snickered, his eyes trained on the spot between my legs. I could feel my wetness slowly dripping out of my core, running down onto his cloak. “To bad, a certain dwarf had to interrupt me fucking you on my throne. Making you the queen you were born to be. I would have fucked my seed so deep inside of you. Taking you until you are begging for me to stop.  Making you a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have carried you back to our chambers, my cum leaking out of your pretty little pussy.”

I whined at his words, my body instinctively arching. “You are so needy for me. My beautiful little slut.” Playing with my folds, he pulled another moan from my lips. Forcing them into me, he curled them once more, finding my sweet spot just so easily, reaching places I couldn’t reach myself. “This pussy belongs to me, you hear me?”

“Yes.” I breathed out, my voice high pitched from the pleasure he was once again granting me.

“Yes what?” He snarled, his blue eyes squinting with a slight threat that shot the heat right between my legs.

“Yes, my king.” I mewled. “Please. I need you. Please…” Sounding like a needy child, I cried out for him, spreading my legs further to coax him in. He stopped moving his fingers inside of me, slowly pulling them out. “Do it again. Beg for it. I know you want to.”

“Thranduil…” My moan was reflected by the walls, traveling through the halls up to the throne room. “Please, my king. I need you. I want you to take me. Make me your queen, please…” Without a warning, he lined his cock up with my entrance, bottoming out in one go. I yelped at the pain of being stretched so suddenly, but it soon subsided, when he started his slow and passionate pace. He wanted to take his time. Relish in the moment.

I was a quivering mess beneath him. My eyes rolling back into my head, lips hanging open, hands gripping at everything they felt. He growled above me, causing my eyes to snap open. Like a ravenous predator, his eyes captured mine. A desire burning inside of them that only he could produce. “Please…” I whimpered once again, now completely pushed into submission by his demeanor. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. Then he turned my head towards the cliff. “Look at him.” Thranduil ordered and I opened my eyes, seeing Thorin stand in his cell. His hands harshly gripping the metal rods of the door.

Thranduil tapped my lips with his fingers and I obediently opened my mouth, taking his long digits down my throat. I choked on their length, but forced down the gag reflex. “Hands above your head.” He ordered and I quickly moved them where he wanted them. His response was taking them into his big hand, the pace switching from slow to a more moderate speed, knocking the air out of my lungs.

My head hung back, my lips being parted by his fingers, drool running down my cheeks, as I gave myself to him. The searing heat returning, starting between my legs and slowly burning its way through every fiber of my body. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, the sound of him growling my name and cursing in elvish dragging me towards the edge in record speed. I tried to ask for more, but his fingers restrained me from forming a coherent sentence. With a knowing grin, he let go of my mouth, looking at me challengingly: “What is it, nin iell?”

“M… More.” I moaned out. “Please. I need more.” He hummed at my request, bending down to kiss me. “Hmmm. My little petal. So eager to be fucked. Wishing to be ruined by her king.” He murmured between kisses, smothering every inch of my body he could reach. Unable to even process his words, he caught me by surprise, when he took my right leg and threw it over his shoulder, the space now enabling him to pound into me even deeper.

“Thranduil!” I cried out, twitching beneath him and trying to get away from his harsh thrusts. His cock hitting me deeply and perfectly on my sweet spot, to an extend that I wasn’t sure if it was still pleasure that shot through my body. “This was what you requested, was it not?” He cued and I couldn’t help but mewl. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, isn’t that right, gilgalad?”

Trying my hardest to answer him, I opened my lips, bit my sentence got ripped away by the sudden moan that rushed through my lips. Even though I was staring at my husband, I wasn’t really able to focus on anything in particular. All my attention laying on the feelings he freed deeply in my body. “There… Please…” My words were slurred and hasty, my brain drunken from the pleasure overtaking my body. “Here?” He cockily asked, repeating the exact movement that had me reeling in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation. “Or perhaps here?” Dragging his free hand over my body, he pinched my nipples hard, before he let his fingers wander lower. Circling my clit with soft little touches, he watched me, as I fell apart.

Searing hot the fire rushed through my veins. I tried to warn him from my upcoming orgasm, but my body was faster than my mind. My walls clamping down around his cock, I shakily came undone beneath him, the cry of his name ringing through the halls and echoing in the distance. A string of elvish curse words left my husband, my hip now marked in a new red bruise of his hand. But he didn’t falter in his thrusts. Relentlessly pounding into me, knowingly overstimulating me in the chase of his own release.

“I… Cant… Please… cant…” I cried out, but he cut me off with a hand around my throat. “Take it.” He growled. “I know you can. Be a good girl for me and take my cock.” His eyes were burning dark, the wild lust flaming through his pupils. And then he squeezed my throat, watching me, as my eyes rolled back into my head once more. The cry of his name, caught in my throat, my body overshooting with bliss and a blinding fire.

Trembling. That’s what I was able to do and not much more. My frame buried beneath the king, as he captured my swollen lips with his, only giving me short allowances of air. My vision got blurry, a tingly feeling spreading through my limps and I nearly missed the second wave of hot pleasure racing through my body. Thranduil of course noticed by the way my walls were gripping him once more. “Come.” He demanded. “Come for me again.”

It was all I needed to hear, when he let go of my throat, supporting his weight on both of his arms, letting go of my hands. Shattering around him a second time, I gripped his shoulders, pressing myself against his frame to find something to ground me against the violent shivers that overtook my body. It was blinding and breathtaking, as I released the blistering heat in my body with a cry of his name, that was surely heard in all Mirkwood.

I barely noticed him being brought to his own release, the stuttering pulse of my walls, finally pulling him over the edge as well. A growl on his lips, he captured my mouth with his, forcing me into a heated and passionate kiss. The once harsh and fervent snaps of his hips melted into soft bucks, rolling against my core until he slowly came to a stop.

It took him a few moments to find his composure again, but when he did, he slowly pulled out of me and I couldn’t help myself but curse. “I am sorry, meleth nin.” He whispered, stroking the hair out of my face. “I should have been softer on you.” Looking over my body, he let his hand rest against my core, cooling the heated flesh with his cold touch. Then he got up on his feet, and I only now realized, that he was still wearing all of his clothes. Smiling at him, I tried to get up, but he shook his head.

“Rest, meleth, I will take care of you.” Once he had his clothes sorted, he kneeled down next to me again, carefully wrapping his cloak around my shivering body, the coldness of the dungeons slowly creeping into my bones. “Thranduil…” I whimpered out, trying to reach out for him, but he shushed me immediately. “Its alright, little ithil. I got you.” Then he turned to grab my dress, but his action were interrupted by a sly grin. Handing me the belt, he crumpled the fabric into a ball. Getting up to his feet, he hurled it across the distance, directly between two metal rods of Thorins cell and directly into his face.

“Keep it as a reminder of your place, dwarf.” Thranduil gritted out between his teeth an arrogant and possessive smile on his lips. Thorin looked as surprised as I was, but his expression quickly turning sour. “You will pay for this, elf!” He yelled, but Thranduil just chuckled. “We will see about that.” Picking me up from the ground, he made his way through the dungeon and up the little pathways. In the distance I could still hear Thorin cursing us out in Khuzdul, his voice quickly fading into nothing more than a quiet background noise…

On our way back to our chambers, we passed several elves all of which carried a sly smile on their lips, that could have rivaled my husband himself.

Part 2:

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

King To The Rescue- Thranduil x Modern!Reader

Summary: Reader accidentally hurts themselves when they trip over and Thranduil comes to save them

Word count: 1, 167

Walking through the forest of the woodland realm filled you with both joy and sadness. Parts of the forest were still lush and green, filled with life and happiness, but unfortunately most parts were taken over by a great poison, leaving the once beautiful lands to be dark and dangerous.

You weren’t sure why you were brought to Middle Earth, both Thranduil and Gandalf had their theories, but both you and Thranduil believe it might have to do with the poison taking over the lands. To better understand it, you decided to walk among it. Thranduil had agreed to let you do so, as long as you didn’t go too far and wander into the spiders.

He had spent over an hour drawing up different maps and explaining where you can and can’t go. Even though you were not of this world and not as wise as the race of elves, Thranduil still was very protective of you, so protective in fact that this was the first time he had let you venture here alone. Every other time you had walked these woods, it had been with either Legolas, Tauriel or 2 or more guards.

You suppose the reason for Thranduils care was because you were chosen to help heal his lands, and he wanted to keep you safe. It would be stupid to think it was any other reason, although you did sometimes fancy it could be.

Perhaps Thranduil wanted to take care of you for more reasons then just to help him. You try to ignore those ideas though. An elvish king having feelings for human of a different world just isn’t how things work, though it’s hard to ignore that it might be true.

Hard to ignore the way he looks at you when he thinks you can’t see, the way you’re able to make him laugh, the way he shuts down anyone who would try to talk poorly about you, mostly it was hard to ignore his touches. The way his hands felt on your hips when you first started learning to ride a horse, and he’d help you on and off. How his eyes seem to linger when brushing a piece of hair out of your face, or even the way he seemed to always offer his hand to help you stand or walk along uneven ground, even when you didn’t need it.

These thoughts of fancy seemed to cloud your head so blindingly, that you didn’t notice the change in terrain, or that there was a giant root coming out of the ground. Before you had time to catch yourself, you felt the earth thud against your chest and a throbbing pain in your ankle.

Gently twisting your body around, you assessed the damage of your ankle. Looking down you see it’s already starting to swell, but despite that, you try to walk on it. There was no patrol out at the moment and you were sure no one would hear you if you did call for help.

With the assistance of the large tree, you begin to stand from the ground. As soon as you put pressure on your ankle however, you realise how bad of a decision that was. A loud yelp leaves you as you once again fall to the ground.

Hitting the ground with your fist in defeat, you decide calling out would be your only option, you could crawl but you’re pretty sure that would just lead to you getting more hurt.

Turning onto your back, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and smell the lushness of the forest before you. If you were going to call for help, it had to be a good call, and you couldn’t do that if you were hysterical and unfocused.

Opening your eyes again, your calmness helps to push the growing pain aside as you begin to call for help.

“Someone! Help me! I’ve hurt my ankle and I can’t move! Help me!” You shout to the canopy of large trees above you. You’re not sure who will hear, but just hope your message is clear and loud enough.

Closing your eyes and beginning to breathe once again, you prepare yourself to make another call for aid. Luckily, however, as you open your eyes once again, you see none other then the king himself, kneeling beside you with a look of deep worry on his face.

“What trouble have you gotten into now?” He smirks down at you, but his eyes are still filled with worry.

“I tripped over and I’ve hurt my ankle.” You explain, trying not to sound pathetic.

“Ah, so that was the terrible howling I heard. And here I thought the spiders were being hurt, well an elf can dream.” He jokes with you, trying to calm the situation.

“One could only hope. Now I can wait here while you get help to lift me ba-.” Before you could finish your sentence, you felt Thranduils strong hands under your body as he began to lift you from the ground. There’s that touch of his again.

Looking into his face, you expect to see frustration or anger, but you see nothing but care as he stares back at you.

“I’m sorry if I’m too heavy.” You blurt out, not knowing what to say in this moment.

Thranduils rarely seen sweet smile shines onto his face as he looks ahead of him, beginning to take you back to his castle.

“Humans are always so funny. Elves are a lot stronger then the race of men, you feel no heavier then lifting a kitten.” His smile grows as he looks down at you.

Looking into his eyes and feeling his strong arms and hands so sweetly touching you, those thoughts of fancy seem to return with a vengeance.

“Does that mean you’ll feed me milk and scratch behind my ear?” You joke, trying to push your romantic thoughts from your head.

The silly question made Thranduil laugh in a way you’d never seen, it’s like his usual brooding self was washed away with sunlight and star shine.

“Perhaps I might just do that. Let you curl up by the fire and give you a ball of yarn.” He smiles down at you, as you now approach the doors to his kingdom.

Such a joke and such a smile does nothing to calm the feelings that grow in your heart, but you suppose you’ll just have to live with it.

Little do you know however, the image of you cuddled up to Thranduil by his fire as he takes care of you, fill his heart with a similar feeling. He too tries to push them away as he places you on a medical bed and elves begin to help you.

Stepping out of the room he tries to shake his own fancy from his head. How could such a bright and sweet person love an old and bitter elf as himself?

[darkst4lker]

taste // thranduil.

thranduil oropherion x fem!reader

plot: two weeks and a half ago, thranduil and (y/n) had a messy break up. now, he appears at your friend arwen's birthday party with his ex girlfriend by his side and you decide that if he wants to play that game, you would play it too.

tw: (mdni) modern!au, it's mainly lovers to enemies to lovers but there will be mentions of smut, angst, thranduil behaves like an asshole, misogyny, use of drugs and and alcohol, good ending (?, i changed a lot of things from the lore!!, everyone is like 20-27 here but legolas wasn't even born yet here. YES there's a moment where starts playing lover you should've come over by jeff buckley!!. low caps on purpose.

notes: english is NOT my first language. i'm sorry if there's any mistake. also this is the first time i publish something i write here!!

“(y/n)” tauriel spoke. you and her were helping arwen to decorate her house for her birthday party that same night, yet you were visibly sad for your break up with thranduil. “(y/n), are you okay?”

you weren't okay.

it was the middle of winter. arwen's living room was one of the most comfortables and warm places on earth, in fact all of her house was like that. it was one of the places where you felt more safe than anywhere in the world but today her house felt deadly cold to you.

maybe the problem wasn't arwen's home itself but the fact that your soul was freezing since the day thranduil's deadly words stabbed your heart like a poisoned knife.

“i don't love you anymore, (y/n).”

fucker. you had spent two years together.

in fact, you and thranduil never fought, never argued, never insulted each other while you were together. yet, the day he left you like that, completely out of the blue, you insulted him so much he probably thought that all his family line would be cursed forever.

he said horrible things too, it wasn't just you. but you may had gone too far when you threw an antique vase that belonged to his family for years through the window of his apartment.

in your defense, he was the last person you thought that would leave you.

of course arwen's house felt cold, the whole world felt cold actually. how could anything feel good in this earth when you weren't in thranduil's arms?

you took a deep breath.

it took you a moment to answer to tauriel's question because the vestiges of the last discussion you had with thranduil were fresh in your mind like if it had happened a second ago. you tried to dismiss the storm of memories flooding your mind and you looked at tauriel.

“yeah, im sorry i went blank for a minute.” you answered while hanging up some balloons in the wall. you tried to fake a smile but your tired eyes revealed your sorrows.

“that's it. im tired of seeing her like this, im going to kill him” aragorn said, leaving his spot next to arwen in the kitchen where they were preparing all the food for the party to get his coat, but arwen stopped him right away.

“stop, you're not helping her. we need to stay here by her side.” arwen came out of the kitchen, after aragorn. her calm voice sent chills down your spine.

aragorn crossed his arms and left his coat alone while he sat in a chair facing you.

you sat on the sofa and arwen sat besides you. the decorations were ready and now you didn't had anything else to distract you from the heartbreak im your chest.

“everything is going to be okay, sweetie. i'm sorry you'll have to see him tonight, bard insisted a lot for me to invite him.” arwen words comforted you and then she hugged you softly. aragorn looked annoyed while he leant against the wall and tauriel stood beside him. “sooner or later he will realize what he's missing.”

“better be sooner because i can't believe he hurted (y/n) like this when a month ago he was talking about fucking marrying her.” aragorn said clearly angry. “i know he's my friend and all but... i can't believe that he really did that.”

“well love can be like that sometimes, i guess.” you answered, trying to keep yourself together. “it comes and it goes.”

“yeah right, but is never just like that (y/n).” tauriel voice was calm but she did seem irritated. “i don't understand why on earth he would do that. it doesn't even makes sense.”

“it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, guys.” you were clearly about to cry but you held it. “what is done is done and we can't go back in time, and neither can thranduil. i will survive this shit.” everyone tried to smile at you while you spoke but you didn't sounded as convinced as you wanted.

yet, you were true. you couldn't go back in time and in fact, the hours passed swiftly and now the night welcomed the birthday party everyone was waiting for.

you got showered and prepared directly in arwen's home. you had brought your outfit and now your body was inside a stunning and tight scarlet dress.

the black heels that you were in made your outfit more mysterious and in your neck there was a lovely silver necklace with a ruby pendant that arwen had let you borrow for the night.

with a little bit of perfume and red lipstick on, you left arwen's room and joined tauriel's side on the party. there wasn't much people yet, a couple university friends from years ago, the boy tauriel always spoke about: kili and his brother fili, gimli, aragorn of course and like five more people.

it wasn't full yet but arwen's home was quite big so the amount of people wasn't going to be a problem.

thranduil by the other hand, he surely was going to be one.

tauriel and you talked for a while, spending time together before she went to dance with her almost-boyfriend, kili.

you really liked kili for your friend, he seemed like a sweet guy. you really hoped they would end up being together and you wished in the deepest places of your heart that he didn't ended up breaking your friend heart.

like certain person did to you.

you drank a little from the bottle of wine aragorn gave you before rushing to dance with arwen and more people started to appear.

the fear of seeing thranduil that night was disappearing by every sip you gave to the wine and soon you even thought that maybe he wasn't even going to come.

a couple hours later, the house was full of people everywhere, it was 11pm, the party had just started hours ago and when you thought you were free from certain blonde, you saw probably the worst thing you could see with alcohol in your system.

thranduil entered the party with a beautiful blonde girl by his side. they both had their hands enterwined and the girl was giggling while they talked. you instantly felt a rush of rage invade your whole body to the point you believed that your brain was on the verge of exploding.

thranduil had a formal black shirt, leaving two buttons unbottoned and revealing his neck, a little sigh escaped from your lips at the heavenlt sight.

and there it was her.

she looked like a goddes pulled out from a fairytale, making your insecurities corrode your guts like a sickness. the tears threatened to fall off your eyes as you watched their entrance from the another side of the room, and the worst was that you recognized her from old pictures thranduil had in his house. that was his ex girlfriend, now actual (you supposed).

when you thought the horror was over, thranduil looked at you from the distance like if he had some kind of radar attached to him that warned him about everytime you looked at his direction.

his ocean blue eyes met yours. it felt like a boat crashing in the middle of a sea infested with mermaids.

his stare was as intoxicating and addictive as always were. the feelings accumulated in your throat like stones and you got scared for a moment before breaking eye contact with him. it lasted just a second, but it felt like a lifetime passed while your eyes met his.

then you quickly took a sip of your bottle of wine, trying to not give him the pleasure of seeing you rush to the bathroom to cry. for what it felt like hours, you had to see him dance with his new girl and you imagined that you were the one dancing with him, kissing him, touching him.

it was unbelieveable. he literally had replaced you.

how could he? why would he?

those questions pierced your heart like swords, like his words did days ago.

“it was just a pause, a distraction. i needed someone to heal what my past relatonship had broken in me and i already did. you served me well and i will always be grateful.”

you 'served him well'? really? what the fuck does he thinks he is? a king?

his words had melted in your ears like a rotten peach. the sweetness of his low voice mixed with a hint of gall flooding every sentence he said.

you understood now what he meant when he said he healed.

by the other hand, thranduil was breathing heavily.

his hands were on his new girlfriend's waist and sometimes he planted soft kisses on her face. yet, he couldn't fully enjoy anything of it. thranduil regretted all his actions, and much more, how he couldn't save your relationship.

he felt like an idiot. all of his thoughts were on you, every kiss he gave her, every look, every loving gesture, he desired it all went to you instead.

thranduil was deeply conflicted, though. even if he knew how wrong he were when you two broke up, he also was quite offended with the things you said.

it felt like a torture, probably the most horrible one on earth and the weight of his actions were killing him more slowly that he would ever wanted to.

thranduil didn't told you his real motives for leaving you, he thought it would only make it worse for both of you. but after leaving, all of his actions felt meaningless now that he didn't had you.

he was proud, and stubborn though. and watching how you left your seat in wich you were obviously staring at him to sit next to bard made his heart ache terribly.

in your mind, bard seemed like an obvious solution: he was hot, he was your friend and long before you started going out with thranduil he and you had spent a couple of nights together. bard obviously recieved your presence with open arms.

"(y/n), sweetheart." bard calm voice welcomed you as you approached the couch where he was drinking a beer. you noticed he had a blunt on the other hand. "you look beautiful as always."

"hi, bard. long time no-see" you took the seat next to him, everyone were dancing and the fact that he was also a very close friend of thranduil made the whole idea of making out with him so much better.

there was a brief moment of silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. the music was peaceful now, tempting every couple to slow dance.

"do yo want some?" he offered you the pot, and you took it while nodding.

as you smoke, bard looks at you with his classic lovely and reassuring smile, only this time he seemed quite drunk and clearly high.

you were a little drunk yourself too.

"i think i needed that, thank you." you give him back the blunt, and he leaves it in the ashtray. after, he looks at you with curiousity.

"are you-" he started to say but you interrupt him.

"yes i am in fact okay, thank you for asking though." the question had you completely exhausted. you rolled your eyes and stared at him right at his, starting to feel the mix of pot and the alcohol making you a little dizzy. "i came to see if we could make out for a while, i don't care if it's your fault he is here, i don't care about him, i don't care about anything. please, help me forget everything for a second like in the old times. please." your voice sounded a little desperate but the truth it was that you were.

the pain in your heart was begging and pleading to be released, to be cured even if it was for a brief moment. it felt like a bomb ticking on your chest that could explode at any moment and bard seemed to notice it.

a soft smile appeared on his face as he spoke. "you do seem to care, sweetie." the nickname made your heart ache a little, all his nicknames did. thranduil used to call you loving names all the time but the last time you two spoke he called you plainly by your name.

you asked yourself if he also was calling her those sweet names too.

your mouth opened to answer bard but the words didn't came out as the heart ache was ripping apart your body from the insides. bard saw your change of expression, knowing you needed help to get the words out of your chest. you did care after all.

bard puffed, trying not to sound melancholic and grabbed your hand softly. “im sorry, love. i know why you're asking me this and you can be sure i understand it, but thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you and i don't want to be in the middle of this break up.” as always, he was a pacifist. bard put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. your sight started to get blurry from tears. “it will pass.”

his words echoed in your mind calming every part of you like a balm.

“it will pass.”

you spent what it felt like hours in bard's arms, cying silently. he held you, proving that even if he was thranduil's friend, he was still your friend also. it was a beautiful gesture, and made your soul heal for a while.

yet, an specific sentence of his words lingered in your mind leaving a poison trail on your thoughts: “thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you.” why on earth thranduil would care if you fucked bard? what was his problem?

after a moment, you broke the hug and faced bard a little bit ashamed by the way you tried to approach him at first and how you broke down instantly at him reading your feelings like a book. after wiping your tears, you looked at him. your face was swollen from crying but your expression tried to remain calm.

“im sorry i tried to-...” you started, but he cutted you off.

“it doesn't matter, love. it's okay.” bard said, giving you a reassuring stroke on your hand.

a sigh escaped from your lips and then you felt hungry, as you hadn't eat anything in the whole night.

“i will go to the kitchen to get something to eat, i'll be back in a sec.” your voice was trembling at every word but bard smiled at you and nodded, giving you a soft pat on the head before you stood up.

he surely knew how to treat a heartbroken person.

the way to the kitchen was silent, at least for you. the music was still loud but your head was even louder.

your hands placed themselves on the refrigerator door and the familiar soft cold wind welcomed you.

arwen never cared if you took food from her fridge, so you guessed that she probably wouldn't mind if you took an apple. then you closed it, not wanting to be tempted to eat something more and empty the whole refrigerator, leaving your friend having to buy more things tomorrow.

as you ate the apple you remembered how thranduil had cooked you an apple cake one time. it was probably one of the few times he ever baked anything sweet yet the cake resulted to be absolutely perfect.

then you cursed yourself, if you wanted to forget why did he keep coming back in every single little thing you did?

it was like every detail of him was craved deeply onto your heart with no intention of leaving you soon and it hurted more than you could stand.

“you must be (y/n)” a sweet voice called you from behind, and when you turned you saw her.

it was probably one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. blue eyes, blonde hair and soft lips.

you fully understood why thranduil would ever leave you for her. she was surely beautiful like if she were some kind of angel.

“yes, i am.” the words left your mouth with shyness. she had a smirk on her face, and looked at you while your teeth catched another bite from the apple.

“it's surely nice to meet you.” she answered, but her voice was almost cynical. there was a weird tone of passive aggressiveness behind it but you were probably too high to catch up.

then it became so obvious you couldn't avoid it.

“thran spoke a lot about you.” she continued, getting closer to you. ���but i'm sure that he will soon stop.” then she walked some more steps to your direction and you placed the apple on the counter, swallowing hard.

you didn't realized that you probably had a sad look on your face until she spoke again.

“oh, don't put on that face.” she said, chuckling. there was a mocking subtone on her words. “thran will forget you quickly.” her words felt like a sting through your chest. “you surely don't seem as beautiful nor interesting as everyone said, and i will clearly erase you from his heart.”

you were about to answer, but then you saw thranduil appear behind her like if he were searching for her, and it was too much for you to handle. it was too humilliating to see him watching how his girlfriend completely destroyed you.

your steps were fast as you left the kitchen clearly at the verge of tears. the bathroom was the first door you saw as you almost ran out of the room.

the door felt heavy against your hands but it was nothing you couldn't handle. the first instinct you had was sit on the floor, knees against your chest and finally letting it all out.

you didn't cared if anyone heard you. the heartbreak was a weight in your chest that you needed to purge the fastest way possible, even if thranduil mocked you with his girlfriend outside, even of everyone only felt pity for you, even if the world ended tomorrow.

the pain needed to come out.

and as you finally gave yourself permission to cry, the bathroom door started to open.

you almost didn't noticed, as the sounds were minimum but what you did noticed was the cologne thranduil always wore.

your stare didn't raised to face him, and he closed the door.

“what on earth are you doing?” his voice sounded like a dagger through your heart, and then you looked at him from the ground.

“i didn't asked you to come here.” your answer was harsh. “you're clearly having a lot of fun with all of this.”

“i don't care about what you think, (y/n).” you felt like your name was cursed on his lips. thranduil's voice was serious. “i asked you a question.”

you got angry instantly. how dared he to even ask something like that?

as you stood up to face him properly, your face swollen from tears and by looking him in the eyes you noticed he was probably high too. yet the weed nor the alcohol were clouding his senses that much.

his eyes were like an ocean, and you were drowning in it. quickly and deeply.

“i don't know what on earth do you want me to answer. i literally don't know.” you said, clearly irritated with his attitude and your voice trembling with fury. “what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“don't talk to me like that” he answered harshly. memories of your last fight came to you like a storm. “i asked you why are you crying in the bathroom like a pathetic little girl” thranduil said. “you were clearly capable of defending yourself two weeks ago”

instantly, you understood he was talking about the fight.

“and you were the same imbecile you're being now.” the answered came from your lips almost drowning you in venom and thranduil's expression became more cold than before if that was even possible. “it didn't occur to you, that maybe and just maybe, i don't want to fight for a man like you in the middle of my friend birthday party?”

“a man like me?” he sounded almost offended, and took a step closer to you, his head over yours and his serious eyes looking down at you. “you were dying for a man like me not even a month ago”

and you were still dying for him.

as thranduil was much taller than you, after the break up you discovered that arguing with him was one of the most intimidating things you'd ever done.

yet you faced him with bravery, not letting him ruin the last pieces you had from your broken heart.

“well i don't want to anymore.” you said and he got more closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“and what kind of man do you want then? you want a man like bard?” thranduil asked and he sounded annoyed, his face was stoic but the subtone of his words betrayed his feelings.

he sounded jealous, and he clearly was.

“and what is your problem if i do?” you bited back, pushing his buttons. “maybe he'll treat me way much better than you, in fact, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't replace or use me « to heal » in the first place.” you avoided his eyes while you spoke, not wanting your look to give away the fact that you didn't wanted to be with anyone else than thranduil.

thranduil let out an irritated puff, then his hand went straight to your face, grabbing it tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“then go date him, (y/n).” he said, his voice becoming rough. “that's really what you want?” thranduil asked.

you didn't answered, as you became nervous. yet your hands went to his chest, trying to push him out but it was useless.

thranduil was visibly angry and an irritated chuckle left his lips.

“but i don't think you want that, do you love?” he said, not really expecting you to say anything, cause he already knew the answer. “actually, if i remember correctly, less than a month ago you were in my bed whimpering for me.”

thranduil calling you « love » again made your heart skip a beat as the rest of his words burned your skin like a wildfire.

“why are you throwing a tantrum, thranduil?” you asked, annoyed. he was completely delusional if he thought you wouldn't fire back. “isn't your new girlfriend enough for you that you have to come looking for me like a little puppy?” every word you said felt like if you were digging your own grave, but you didn't cared at all. thranduil's grip on your face became harder.

the next thing that happened was probably the last thing you expected.

thranduil kissed you fiercely, like a unleashed beast. it was agressive, but you played along.

it was like drinking from an oasis in the middle of the dessert, and you answered him with the same obsessive hunger. you broke the kiss briefly to push him almost violently against the bathroom door, and then you were the one to attack his mouth to shut him up before he could say anything.

a slow song started to sound loudly in the house, making the contact more passionate.

« maybe i'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong »

thranduil went from kissing you like an animal to kiss you tenderly, his hand releasing your face to caress your head. he subtely guided you to the floor, where he sat with his back against the door and you placed yourself in his lap, straddling him.

minutes passed, his lips tasted like if you were drinking napalm making your loins burn, and your blood rushed quickly to your cheeks. both of his hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue asked you permission to enter your mouth.

« so 'll wait for you, love, and I'll burn. will I ever see your sweet return? »

you open your mouth and let him do as he please, and thranduil takes the opportunity, introducing his tongue. then, the kiss abandoned its sweet nature to become an agressive fight between the both of you, again. your hands move to his hair, making it messy.

thranduil wastes no time and one of his hands moves to your neck, making a little bit of pressure, while kissing you.

the kiss is broken up by the need to take a little bit of air, and you both look at eachother in the eyes, his hand not leaving its place.

« it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter »

“i hate you” you say agitated, your lips swollen from the past interaction.

he chuckled, breathing heavily. “i hate you too.”

« it's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever »

and then he pulled you to kiss you again, roughly. his left hand went under your dress, caressing your thigh and the other made presure on your neck and made you sigh in between the kiss. thranduil smiled as you kept kissing eachother hungrily, now moving his hand closer to the sweet spot between your legs.

you made sure to kiss him hard, and bited his lip with delicacy as he moved your underwear to the side, thinking that if you were lucky, his girlfriend would taste you too when she kissed him.

thranduil touched you freely, like he still loved you. you whined against his mouth, and he broke the kiss.

“you still want to go out with bard?” he asked, releasing your neck to make you look at him by grabbing your chin. his other hand was between your legs, playing with you and making you sigh again.

« lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late »

there was a brief silence as you tried to hold yourself together to give him an answer.

“n-no.” you said. “do you love her?” the sudden question came from your lips in an agitated whimper as you looked him in the eyes. for some reason you felt he almost rewarded you by moving his hand faster against you, making you gasp.

“no.” thranduil finally asnwered only for you to kiss him again. you grabbed both sides of his face, and his right hand caressed your hair softly.

and then your little make out session was terribly interrupted by loud and violent knocks on the door. you both stood up quickly, like children being caught doing a mischief.

he made you a sign to keep quiet and spoke.

“yes?” thranduil said, calmly.

“babe, is that you?” you rolled your eyes at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. thranduil noticed and a little mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“yes, it's me. give me five minutes.” he answered, his voice was too calm for the events that unfolded just moments before.

thranduil then pressed you against the wall, next to the door so the door could cover your presence while he went out. you wondered if his new girlfriend was really that stupid to not notice her, but you quickly thought that if thranduil was doing this he probably believed too that she was indeed stupid.

you admired how he always knew how to manage all the situations, but something in your chest ached when he gave you another kiss before whispering a soft « i love you » and opening the door, leaving you shocked.

he loved you. thranduil really loved you.

“im here, love.” thranduil said to her, covering your presence with the door and showing his girlfriend that no one was in the bathroom with him. at least to her eyes.

“the party is ending, thran. we should go.” she said. oh you loathed her, and a part of you hated thranduil for leaving you for her. you wanted him to say no, to stay with you, but he didn't.

“okay. let's go.” he answered, and exited the bathroom, leaving you alone but forgetting to turn off the light.

you walked to the mirror, saw your messy make up, the frustrated look on your face after being interrupted and your lips subtly swollen from the kisses and you laughed.

you fucking laughed.

you laughed because, no matter what she could say or do to compete with you, you've already won. he didn't loved her, he was yours. and you hoped; no, you knew, that everytime she kissed him, she would have to taste you too.

and to think you didn't intended to fight over him on the first place, but now the game was on.

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! it was super hard for me to finish this, and i plan to do a part 2 so stay tuned <3

[imakemywings]

do you have any good female fics to rec?

DO I. LOL. Putting this immediately under a cut because there are a lot! There are so many talented writers in this fandom who do ENORMOUS justice to female characters, both original and book-based. Couple of blog recs at the bottom too!

(I'm assuming this is asking for Tolkien fanfic since that's mostly what I'm on about these days, but if you'd rather see Mass Effect or Dragon Age I can do that too.)

I'm glad you asked! φ(*￣0￣)

I'm going to keep all of these to 1 rec per author just so we don't get totally out of control here.

Forging Gold by @swanmaids ft. Curufin's wife, Dwarf OCs. Heather is an amazing source of female character fic in this fandom; she has well-developed OCs for all of Feanor's daughters-in-law and treats canon female characters with such care and love. Absolutely recommend checking out the rest of her stuff!

Prick a Finger, Cut Your Hand by @welcomingdisaster ft. Indis, Miriel. A really great look at the dynamic between these two. Lena has lots of other good takes on female Tolkien characters too!

Friendship and Stern Demand by @polutrope ft. Elwing. Fantastic exploration of what the communications between Elwing and Maedhros might have looked like!

Untitled by @outofangband ft. Aerin, Morwen. Nelyo focuses a lot on the human characters so if you want to read more about what the mortal women went through in the First Age, definitely browse through their blog!

Abide, Abound by Elleth ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Elleth also has lots of works centering on female Tolkien characters.

And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed ft. Elwing. One of my favorite takes on Elwing's suicide.

Keeper of Kings by batshape ft. Lalwen. What did Lalwen get up to in Middle-earth? Seeing a lot of people die, for one thing.

Into the Heart of a Fey Thing by @amethysttribble ft. Aredhel, Galadriel, Luthien. Fun "behind-the-scenes" look at some adventures with these three!

A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaetha ft. Elwing, f!Maglor. Fascinating AU take on a meeting between Elwing and Maglor prior to the Third Kinslaying.

The Sleep of Flowers by Innin ft. Galadriel, Melian. Very beautiful scene, and plenty of other female-centric works by Innin!

Light Words About Nothing by Margo_Kim ft. Dis, Belladonna. I ship it.

Elwing's Strategy by lifeisyetfair ft. Elwing. Another great take on Elwing at the Third Kinslaying.

Out of Dreams, Into the Sun by solanaceae ft. Miriel, Indis.

Games and Fantasy by Genesis_Grey ft. Arwen, Eowyn. Ohh it captures that chivalric WLW so well.

Over the Unclear Eyes of Memory by Loriand_Lost ft. Anaire, Aredhel. Addresses Anaire's complicated feelings about Fingolfin's return to Valinor. This author also has a number of other great female-centric fics, highly recommend!

The Carriage Held but Just Ourselves by @starspray ft. Luthien, Elwing, Arwen. Amazing look at the line of Thingol's relationship with death. This author also has a whole series on Lalwen and an OFC!

Before the Breath of Storm by tinnurin ft. Dis, Dwarf OC. "Behind-the-scenes" look at the Dwarves before the battle of Azanulbizar.

This Now, This Us by crownlessliestheking ft. Indis, Miriel. Indis and Miriel talk after Miriel's return to Valinor.

The Tapestry by Zdenka ft. Thedowyn, Miriel. The ghost of Miriel Serinde offers some aid. This author also has a lot of female-centric works!

Not Undevoted by SatiricalDraperies ft. Galadriel, Melian.

Winter Sea by Tallulah ft. Finduilas, OFC. Finduilas had a girlfriend in the Falas. Another author with a great selection of female-centric works.

The Hunt by @cuarthol ft. Amarie. Amarie is trans and closeted in Valinor, but Finrod understands.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush on a Queen) by ncfan ft. Arwen, Firiel. When Firiel of Gondor takes refuge in Rivendell, Arwen takes an interest.

Do I Hurt to Hold? by Anonymous ft. Galadriel, Melian. A darker look at their relationship.

That Time Elanor Gardner Had A Crush On Her Employer by Anonymous ft. Arwen, Elanor.

All My Shadows Fade by amyfortuna ft. Arwen, OFC. Unsent letter from a female friend of Arwen's as her wedding to Aragorn approaches. This author is also a good one to look at for more female-centric fic!

Orlaya by yeaka ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Cute!

Of All the Stars, the Fairest by whatiwouldnotgive ft. Arwen, Eowyn.

Or They Would Go On Aching Still by Farasha ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Oh, the grief!

Berrypicking Time by swamp_diamonds ft. Finduilas, Nienor.

Things They Don't Talk About by eris_of_imladris ft. Findis. Findis and Feanor have a complicated relationship.

Easily Sever What Never was One by vauquelin ft. Haleth. If you like Halenthir at all as a ship, you'll like this.

The One With All The Birds by clothono ft. Elwing, Nerdanel. I've said it before I'll say it again--my favorite Elwing fic.

Greensleeves by bravelittlscrib ft. Nerdanel. Little scenes of Nerdanel's life and her relationships.

Emerie by the_artifice_of_eternity ft. Erendis, Ancalime. Ancalime's last visit with her mother before taking the throne.

In the Family by arriviste ft. Celebrian, Galadriel.

At the Water's Edge by crackinthecup ft. Elwing, Idril.

And that's what I've got for you right now, I hope that helps! I would also advise checking out the blogs @tolkien-heroines and @sapphictolkien both of which focus on female characters in Tolkien's work. Happy reading, anon! ♪(^∇^*)

[findelyfantasy]

Tauriel x Reader Headcanons!

Something to get back in the swing of posting again. Enjoy!

(Requests are open!)

Although it takes Tauriel some time to open up to you due to her experience losing Kili, once she does let herself love again, she is entirely devoted to you. 

When it comes to touch, she’s always asking you what makes you comfortable or uncomfortable, because she never wants to unintentionally do anything that would hurt you, and wants you to feel loved in any way possible. If something she does makes you happy, she will continue to do that thing. If something she did makes you uncomfortable in some way, she will stop doing that thing and adjust accordingly. 

You two spend a lot of time in the forest together either walking and talking or hunting for your next meal. 

She’s always giving you little love pats to encourage you, either on your knee if you two are seated beside one another, on your shoulder if you are standing, and sometimes your bottom if she’s feeling extra flirtatious.

Anything she knows about that you don’t she is willing to teach you about. You two have had extensive, insightful conversations about medicine, fighting, and surviving, as well as many great other things in the pursuit of knowledge. 

There’s nothing Tauriel loves more than stargazing with you. She loves looking at the stars, the great expanse of the universe, knowing you are there beside her. She steals small glances at you too, taking in the sight of you looking at the stars with wonder in your eyes and a content expression on your face. 

Whenever she kisses you she cups your face in her hands because she loves the feeling of you close to her in any way, shape, or form.

You two have definitely had your rebellious moments, from sneaking into places you shouldn’t to being impulsive and taking a swim in the nearest body of water in the middle of the night. 

If you’re having a difficult time falling asleep, she will sing to you songs of her childhood in elvish, which never fails to calm you down from a nightmare or get you to fall asleep if you’re feeling restless. 

[the-journey-was-the-point]

Reunion

Finally, something on Linnéa! This is about a key moment, so it contains a lot of exposition for this whole AU. Summary: It's a little awkward to reunite with the Dwarf you kidnapped. Especially when you're also the person who saved his life. In any case, it's complicated.

Linnéa had been waiting in a parlor in Erebor for half an hour, thinking up ways to escape a windowless room in a mountain full of Dwarves. When Fíli arrived, she immediately tensed. 

“I mean you no harm,” he said. 

“You sent armored guards to bring me here."

The last time Linnéa saw Fíli, he was being held over a ledge by a pale orc with a sword for an arm. Now he was dressed in finer fabrics and gems, befitting a Prince Under the Mountain.

He also had a burn mark on his right cheek. 

“I had to make sure you’d come,” he replied, I needed to talk to you.” 

Linnéa eyed the Dwarf prince with caution as he readied himself to speak again. 

“Kíli nearly died.” he said.

“Yes, I heard. Poisoned by an Orcish arrow. You went to Bard for help.” Then Tauriel and the Mirkwood prince came in. Tauriel stayed behind to heal Kíli. 

“We went to your apothecary first,” Fíli started, “but when we got there, the place was deserted.” 

Linnéa glanced at the closed door behind Fíli. He hadn’t taken any further steps after crossing the threshold into the parlor. He stayed near the door while she had her back to the innermost wall in the room. 

“My cover was blown,” she said easily. “My handler told me to steer clear from Laketown, also in anticipation of a dragon attack.“ A dragon attack that ended with the town in ashes. 

“Were you at the battle then?” he asked. “Between Dwarves, Elves, and the Men of Laketown?” The one that had ended with an ambush by Orcs.

“I stayed in Dale. Disappeared during the thick of it.” 

Fíli only nodded in response. He seemed to be in deep thought as he, at last, slowly moved towards the center of the room. Linnéa watched each step warily. Fíli stopped in front of the table with refreshments that were laid out for her. Tea and cakes. She had touched none of it. 

“Back then,” Fíli spoke once more, “on Ravenhill, I was caught by Orcs who meant to wipe out my line. Nearly did. The only thing that saved me was an arrow laced with poison so strong that Azog dropped me in pain when struck with it. I landed on my brother. I was injured from the fall, burning from the poison where it grazed my cheek, but nothing as bad as what could have happened.”

The dwarf prince gingerly picked a cake and seemed to examine it as he continued, “I had Nori keep an ear out. We were the only dwarves on Ravenhill, and Mirkwood elves don’t use poison.” 

He set the cake back down and looked up at her meaningfully. 

He didn’t speak, but she understood. “Does it still hurt?” she asked, eyeing the inflamed skin on his cheek.

“It itches sometimes. Oín hasn’t been able to completely heal it.” 

Of course. That poison was a cocktail of her own making, so only she had the cure.

“I’ve thought about it this whole time. I don’t understand why a spy from Mirkwood like yourself would save me.” 

“You’re an honorable sort.” she said, “Noble. And kind. I didn’t think you should die for your uncle’s decisions.” 

And it wasn’t personal, she said as much last time. The only reason she was working for Mirkwood as a spy was because she had been stuck in Middle Earth for over a hundred years, with a chunk of that time spent trying to find a way to sail to the Undying Lands with the rest of the immortals. Unfortunately, her half-Elven blood and Mannish features weren’t doing her any favors. 

So when Mirkwood’s spymaster, who just so happened to know her Elven father, offered her an ultimatum (her services in exchange for a good word to get her onto a boat headed West), she accepted. 

“I’m going on a quest soon,” Fíli suddenly said. “Really just a small errand, but uncle doesn’t want me traveling alone. He said I could choose my companions. I’d like you to be one of them.”

Ah, yes. His uncle. Thorin Oakenshield. Now the King Under the Mountain. The one Linnéa had been tasked to kidnap, but couldn’t. So she settled for Fíli that night, drugging his ale and taking him across the lake to her handler from Mirkwood. 

She quirked an eyebrow. 

“If you come with me,” Fíli continued, “I could make good on my promise to get you to people who would help you sail.”

At that, Linnéa heaved a deep sigh. She brought a hand up to her head, frustrated at having to hear this offer again. 

The Dwarf prince had made it back then too, when he learned of her predicament, when he tried to bargain with her from behind bars. 

“It’s not that simple,” she replied. 

“I’m not asking.” 

Linnéa felt her stomach drop. Her eyes widened a fraction, but she kept her composure. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Linnéa, no one knows about what happened between us. No one but Kíli.” 

“Why?!” she snapped, irritated at his gall, for forcing her into this position, here, in this mountain full of Dwarves, in this parlor underground. “Why not just set your axes upon me? Why make me abandon my one hope of sailing to Valinor to accompany you?“

“Because I believe you’re good!” he fired back. “I believe things would have been different if someone had helped you.” 

Linnéa’s face twitched slightly in bewilderment. Fíli seemed to study her for a moment before continuing. 

“My family lives,” he said, “we’ve reclaimed our home, because Bilbo helped us. I live now because you helped me. And now I’d like to help you too. I’d like to help you, but you need to get out of here first, away from your handler. And you need to trust me.” 

Linnéa swallowed. She looked away, no longer willing to see the sincerity that glimmered in the dwarf prince’s eyes. He had faced dragonfire and nearly died by an orc’s blade– by all accounts, he shouldn’t still be so earnest.

Trust me. He said that back then, too. He said he’d help her once they reclaimed their mountain. 

If they reclaim their mountain, she had pointed out. They were to face a dragon after all. And she was already so tired, she didn’t know if she could last another hundred years in this land she no longer felt joy in. She told him then she couldn’t place her hopes on an if. 

And then they faced a dragon. And now the mountain was theirs. 

 “Bard wouldn’t let go of his only apothecary,” she mumbled. 

“You’re a big lass, he doesn’t tell you what to do.”  

“And what of my handler?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

She turned back to him. Trust me, his eyes seemed to say. Before she could respond, Balin entered to tell them they best be heading to the dining hall soon to meet with Thorin. 

Linnéa mulled over his offer throughout the meeting. 

Later, Bard would be at the gates, waiting for Linnea. He would be relieved to see her hale, then admonish Thorin for taking one of his without seeking permission from him, and with armed guards no less. 

Fíli would glance at Linnéa, she would glance back at him. 

After a moment, she would nod. 

[myfanfictiongarden]

Guys, you know what? I re-watched the Hobbit trilogy for the first time since it came out! My thoughts 10 years later? exept that I’m getting old

The Bad- it was such a mistake to film the movie in 46f, it just looks so fake. When you’re spending most of the time wondering if you’re watching a movie or a video-game it becomes too distracting. (It reminded me of Zack Snider´s style in 300, Sucker Punch, Men of Steel, Justice League… not something I want to see for this world). The CG orcs look ridiculous and distracting. This time around though I was less grossed-out by the hinted at “romance” between Gandalf and Galadriel, and able to view it more elven-platonic, but it’s still weird. The romance between Tauriel and Killi though still happened too quick, wish it was only become true by the end of the last movie.

The Good- love the dwarves, love Bilbo, love Bard and his children, love the visual designs for Erebor, Laketown and Mirkwood. One of my favourite scenes is the conversation between Thorin (already suffering from dragon-fever) when he discovers Bilbo looking at an acorn he picked up along the journey, it is a beautiful conversation and incredibly Tolkien. My second favourite thing is just the relationships between Thranduil, Legolas and Tauriel- this is a deeply emotional arc that I completely forgot existed but which was incredibly well done. Thranduil policy of isolation and coldness gaining a new light after we learn what happened to his wife, Tauriel calling him out and then the conversation of “If this is love, I do not want it. Please, take it away from me. Why does it hurt so much?” while she mourns Killi and his answer “Because it was real.” while coming to terms with his own painful grief… 😭 The fact that Legolas was not just another petty jealous Daeron, but, even though heartbroken to have lost his heart on a love that will never be returned in the same manner, he continued to defend her in front of his father and support her in all her pursuits. 

[rucow]

fíli is such an interesting character to me

hes young, but so mature and responsible for his age, he gives me the impression that he had to mature early and probably didn't have much of a childhood

kíli told tauriel that he was escorting caravans a while ago, probably before he had even come of age, and if kíli was working at such an early age then fíli definitely was too, because they weren't born in wealth and royalty like their status suggests, they're the first generation of dwarves that come after the loss of everything their parents and grandparents had. the life in ered luin was the only life they knew, and im sure fíli worked hard since an early age to do everything he could to help his mother and uncle

hes a prince and should technically have good people skills, but he comes across more awkward than his little brother in his interactions with the other characters (have you seen his gestures? he never knows what to do with his hands😭)

he's genuine and honest to a fault and it backfired when he begged alfrid and the master for help for kíli, because he told them his brother was sick when he could've said injured or hurt instead, and maybe, MAYBE he would've received help then (this was also a complete opposite to how thorin used his status to sway the people of laketown to his side *ahem*via manipulation*ahem*, fíli did no such thing although he could have)

fíli's speech about belonging with his brother. we don't get a straightforward reasoning behind why most of the dwarves really joined the quest, other than supporting thorin, but what im sensing here is that fíli came along first and foremost in order to protect kíli, idk maybe kíli really really wanted to go on their uncle's quest and experience the world and live through many adventures, and fíli of course would have followed kíli anywhere, because he's his younger sibling and it's his responsibility to see him safe and sound. im sure fíli promised dís he would protect kíli, and he hasn't failed that promise. he protected kíli till his last breath

and speaking of which, im sure fíli knew he was walking into a trap when thorin sent him to scout the ravenhill tower in botfa. i found it odd that even though thorin told them both not to engage, the moment they heard a sound inside kíli was ready to rush in and *engage*, and that was when fíli stopped him and turned him the other way, the opposite way from danger. kíli probably didn't want to let thorin down, especially after he felt that he already let him down in laketown

i could talk endlessly about what a good and caring leader fíli would have made, with the way hes so protective not only of kili but of everyone else as well. when the orcs attacked them in laketown, he urged bard to take his children and go to safety, even though fíli was defenseless himself. then when bard was out of the picture fíli practically adopted his kids and did everything he could to keep them safe, without being asked to or anything, it just came naturally to him. we also see him wordlessly helping the other dwarves throughout the movies, such as when he was helping bombur up after the stone giants battle, idk it's a nice detail

rewatching the ramparts scene where thorin specifically tries to force fíli to kill bilbo, because fíli is his heir and must follow in his dragonsick footsteps no matter what, really hurts me the most i think. how fíli had to break from thorin's grasp when he ordered him a 2nd time to throw bilbo from the ramparts, and fíli's "no" when thorin tries to do it himself

during that scene we see fíli not taking his eyes off thorin at all. he gently pushes bilbo away from thorin and into bofur's arms all the while keeping his eyes on thorin, just in case. its such a small detail but it speaks so much of just how much of a protector fíli is, and i can't wrap my head around how young he was during all this

[eggcompany]

A broken Dwarf and a Curious Elf

Kili getting cared for by Tauriel. Cuddling? All of the cuddling. Tauriel just wants to learn about the smaller creature and help this one heal.

“Oh you are a soft little creature aren’t you? Like a little bundle of a soft hearted mush.” Said the elf as she dried the short creature. She was drying his face and squishing his cheeks. She just helped him get out of the tub. She really ended up lifting him from the tub and putting him back down on the floor to dry him off. The wound on his leg still looks open and nasty but she would clean and bandage it after he was dried. She had washed his hair and cleaned his face, hands, and his feet. She thought it was quite pleasant, being able to help make the little man feel clean/feel better.

The dwarf looked so small. So innocent in a way. His eyes were doughy and big. He was all relaxed and calm. After a big meal and an actual bath he felt safe in the hands of the she-elf.

The elf continued to dry him off until he was fluffy dry.

“There we go little one. Let’s get that leg patched up and then dressed.” The elf said as she wrapped a new clean towel around his waist.

She got him back to her room and quickly tried to gently clean and bandage his wound. She could tell by the way Kili was tensing that it was hurting him and she cooed lightly trying to calm him. Once she had a dry clean bandage wrapped around his leg she helped him put on his now clean underclothes and his trousers. He managed his own tunic as she put away the medical supplies and cleaned the area around the bath.

Soon the she-elf sat on the floor with her legs crossed in front of her. She had a snuggle dwarf in her lap. He was dressed in a blue tunic and baggy navy trousers.

She gently ran her hands through silky black hair and scratched lightly behind his ear.

“My leg hurts” the small man whimpered and snuggled a bit closer into the warm arms that wrap around him.

“I know. I know titta hon, it is getting better though.” The elf spoke in a gentle way like talking to a baby or a scared little animal. She supposed Kili was in a way a little animal.

“I’ve never spent time with dwarves before so I am unsure of when you will heal. You are the first dwarf I’ve ever touched or cared for. You look quite heavy but you don’t weigh too much, perhaps it’s the layers of clothing you wear. Are you a healthy one? Weight wise that is.” The elf was curious about the creatures she just met. They all looked so different. She didn’t know if the others liked bathing or would crawl into your lap like this one did. Maybe this one would like to talk while he... did whatever he was doing. Perhaps he was meditating or sharing body heat or maybe he just wanted to be protected.

“I am moderately healthy given I’m getting over being poisoned. I weigh... as much as I should I think. I’m pretty heavy actually.” Kili said in a quiet tired voice. It was nice being cared for by someone so gentle and warm hearted. The elf hummed a bit and thought.

“Are all dwarves like you? Are they soft and affectionate after food and baths?” Asked the elf. If Kili wanted to talk she was happy to learn from him. He must have the most knowledge about his own kind even thought is the youngest.

“I don’t think so. They don’t show it at least. I think they all enjoy it and it makes them happy but they wouldn’t be affectionate unless they are sick or wounded.” Explained the dwarf as he turned a bit to try and hide himself from the chill of the room. The moisture that settled in under his skin made him feel each shift of the air like whipping winter wind against him.

“You are only being affectionate because you are wounded?” The elf attempted to cover the wounded man more but her arms were only so long. If he didn’t seem so comfortable she would get him a blanket.

“No... I like you and you were so kind to me. I am wounded and I am unhealthy so I might be more brazen in my actions.” Kili said and yawned.

“What do you like to do when you are wounded? Am I to do anything to help you relax? Would you like me to braid your hair or rub your back?” Tauriel said as she combed her hands through his hair and rubbed gently at his back, feeling the surprisingly thick muscles move.

“...can I have a blanket? Will you keep holding me if we sit on the bed?” The dwarf said sheepishly. Like he was ashamed almost. Tauriel supposed that dwarves have an oddity when it comes to physical affections with anyone who isn’t a dwarf. Void the tiny man with the fluffy hair who doesn’t wear shoes.

“Yes of course, up we go. You should stay warm. Will that help your healing? Do dwarves require heat?” The elf carried her patient to the bed. She gently placed him down and curled the blankets to fold towards the foot of the bed. She then sat next to him and he situated himself in her lap once more. Tauriel then pulled the blankets up so they went to her shoulders effectively covering Kili’s head.

“Well... being cold won’t help but being warm just helps me sleep. Being warm is nice, don’t you think?” Kili mumbled from under the nice warm dry blankets.

“I suppose this is nicer than the floor. Are you like a babe? Do you need physical contact to heal?” The elf said and pulled the shorter as close as he could get to her. He curled up and smiled and let his eyes drift shut.

“Not necessarily but it is highly welcomed.” The small one whispered and fell asleep in the wonderfully warm strong arms of his savior.

[rivendell-poet]

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

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TWS : None, but it is suggestive at times.

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ At the start of your relationship, you realise just how tactile the ranger is when it comes to you.

✧ If he can, he’ll come up next to you and use more animated gestures - often making points of contact that make you blush at the lightest touch.

✧ You know you shouldn’t be expecting anything, but when his hands tilt your head slightly to look at him you can’t help but want him to kiss you.

✧ On his part, he’s struggling with the desire to kiss you and the traditional courtship he believes you might want. The one that says he should be bringing you flowers for months, that even the hand holding is too soon (not that he can bring himself to break that).

✧ Eventually, it happens in his chambers near the eve of the Fellowship’s departure.

✧ The two of you are alone, and he can see your nerves playing up at the prospect - the salvation of Middle earth - being up to you.

✧ Gently, he takes your face within his hands. Trying to find the words to say to comfort and convey his love.

✧ As you stare, you can feel yourself being pulled slightly closer - you can feel his breathing - and it’s so easy to lean and close the gap between you two.

✧ Aragorn stays there for a second, so still you almost wonder if it’s a kiss.

✧ But when you pull away you can see his eyes suddenly shine with love, and a hint of possession.

✧ Then he pulls you back to him - this kiss being much more passionate (the one that makes him regret not doing this sooner).

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ For an elf, the first kiss should be an intimate affair - one done to truly solidify the bond between lovers. It doesn’t truly matter what the kiss is, or how good it is, just that it happens.

✧ On his part, Legolas thinks slightly too much about it - just like with the confession. He imagines the different places it could happen in, if he should initiate it. He tries to focus on the romantic details, although there is a part of him that thinks about what your lips would feel like against his.

✧ The two of you are sitting together in the moonlight, talking about nothing in particular and admiring the scenery.

✧ You speak about how everything looks so beautiful in this light, before obviously staring at him with a grin.

✧ Legolas smiles too, but he doesn’t look away, instead keeping staring into your eyes - occasionally straying away to look at a strand of hair, or the rest of your face.

✧ Or your lips, his eyes keep moving to them - seeing what they look like in the moonlight.

✧ Noticing his staring, you move slightly closer to the elf - until the two of you are incredibly close to each other.

✧ There’s a question in his eyes as you continue to bridge the gap, but he leans in incredibly eagerly once you properly kiss him.

✧ It’s still light and playful, when you stop he takes a second to look at you all over.

✧ And then he kisses you again.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Although you stay in the Shire almost permanently now (why wouldn’t you?) there’s still a rare occasion where you have to leave for more than a day or so, almost always on ranger business.

✧ Both of you have known about this date for a while now, but it hurts more - because it’s the first time you’ll be apart when you’re officially together.

✧ Making sure you’ve packed everything, you look back to the door one more time before back at Frodo.

✧ “Try not to miss me too much.”

✧ It makes him laugh, and he responds that he certainly will. Looking around, he notices the tinderbox you’ve left behind, holding it out to you.

✧ As you thank him you also move closer, hands brushing as you take it.

✧ And that’s when he kisses you.

✧ It’s feather-light, but enough to stop you in your tracks as you stare again.

✧ You can see Frodo turning red, before he wishes you a good trip and awkwardly tries to close the door.

✧ Putting your hand in front of the door you gently pull it open again, this time asking if you can have a proper one as your goodbye.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Like many events in the Shire, they tend to repeat if the day calls for it. And so you find yourself invited to yet another dance, in the same field you danced with Sam in.

✧ When you tell him about it you can see his eyes widen in realisation, before he shyly asks if you’ll go to dance with him again - as his date this time.

✧ Of course you agree, and the following night he picks you up - a single rose in his hand for you, matching his own.

✧ The dances are slightly more formal this time, and you spend the first half of your date watching and talking - occasionally pointing out moves that would be fun to do.

✧ (He gets very flustered when you ask him if he’d spin you.)

✧ Eventually the nerves dissipated enough for you two to begin dancing together, moving in time to the music while having fun.

✧ As the song ends you gently lean into a dip, and he follows perfectly - ending the song with you only an inch away from each other’s faces.

✧ Taking a deep breath you lean into him, and he instantly kisses you back.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ It’s still your first date, only a little after the icing has finally been put on and you’ve been able to taste it, when you two first kiss.

✧ Both of you are enjoying the cake, with Merry trying to take a slice that doesn’t ruin the decoration he worked so hard on.

✧ With precision, he manages to cut a slice that doesn’t remove any of the main decoration while still being sufficiently covered in frosting.

✧ Taking a bite, you laugh as he comes up with frosting still on his face - making a white dusting all around his lips.

✧ Upon realising what he’s done he begins to lick it off, eyes brightening at the sweetness before looking over to you.

✧ “You know, I think you might have some icing on your lips as well.”

✧ He can hear his heart beating as you process his words, before soaring as you lean slightly closer to him.

✧ Merry bridges the gap instantly, coming over to you and kissing you - as well as he feels comfortable with.

✧ The kiss tastes of sugar.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ The two of you are walking through the gardens of Imladris, like you do most days.

✧ There’s only one real difference - it’s slightly earlier than usual, and instead of being bathed in moonlight there’s the glow of a sunset illuminating both of you.

✧ As you’re walking the sun catches him just right, and you stop to stare for a second - not realising he’s doing the same to you.

✧ It takes a few seconds for the both of you to realise what you’re doing, but instead of the usual laughs that come with this realisation you keep staring at each other.

✧ You keep staring, and there’s a second when it might become awkward when he suddenly goes up to kiss you.

✧ Even though you weren’t expecting it you lean in as well, more passionately than you were intending.

✧ Breaking up the kiss, Pippin looks up at you as the sun’s final rays go behind you.

✧ “You really do look like an angel.”

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Although he’s seen you in and out of ranger gear, the meeting between captains is the first time Boromir has seen you in formal attire.

✧ He knows that he should be listening to the military achievements of his men, of Faramir’s men, and he does. It’s just that every time there’s nothing going on his eyes flicker back to you.

✧ You get the courage to approach him first, coming up to congratulate him on a recent victory. That’s where you notice the staring, and a grin appears on your face.

✧ It doesn’t take very long for you to slip away, and he’s fairly discreet when he follows you outside to one of the walls.

✧ Under the stars, you take his breath away when he can finally look at you.

✧ When you’re finally within talking distance the two of you exchange some words, but there’s clearly other things on your mind.

✧ Taking another step forward, and taking both of your hands, he comes closer - searching in your eyes for if this is ok.

✧ You press your lips to his in response, instantly rewarded with him leaning further into you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Technically, your first kiss was in a tavern - guided by some drink, and a general air of want.

✧ It’s a kiss he can’t bring himself to forget, how could he forget anything about you, but it isn’t what he wants to be your ‘first kiss’ with him.

✧ Still, at times when you laugh or smile at him in a certain way the memories come back to him. How your lips felt, the subtle taste. Something in him wonders if it’s changed.

✧ As the two of you laugh together in one of the gardens of Gondor, this time a public one, the thought pops into his mind again.

✧ Faramir tries not to think about it, but you notice the blush that appears - where he was staring beforehand. Almost not moving, you pull his hand into yours and give him a smile.

✧ “Do you… want this to be our first kiss? Instead?”

✧ You barely hear him breathe ‘yes’, but as soon as you do you pull him into you.

✧ Arms around him, he’s still incredibly gentle even with your encouragement. But he doesn’t pull away until you do, and when he does his eyes are full of love.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ You know not to treat Éowyn as though she’s made of glass, she defeated the witch-king and has beaten you in sparring matches, but there are certain customs you struggle to break.

✧ Like continuing to court her, but not kissing her. Even though, when the two of you gaze up at the moonlight, you truly want to.

✧ It’s something that bothers Éowyn as well - although for different reasons. Why do you not kiss her? She knows it’s probably you, but a small part wonders if it’s her.

✧ And so, as the two of you are sitting in the Houses of Healing together, she asks you.

✧ Which causes a little bit of your heart to break as you realise what she thinks, compared to how you’ve been acting.

✧ You rush to reassure her that you’d love to kiss her without thinking, only for your face to heat up when you think about what you’ve said.

✧ But she’s laughing, a tender one that ends with love in her eyes.

✧ As the two of you are already so close she takes your head, guiding it towards her before the two of you kiss.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ When Sauron’s scouts are again seen on Rohan’s soil, Éomer is tasked with leading out his éored to face them off and make sure they don’t threaten your borders. It’s the first time, since you began to court, that you haven’t seen him every day.

✧ You try not to let it bother you, but when word that he’s coming back arrives you and Éowyn both go to the gate immediately, waiting for him.

✧ It reminds him of when he waited for you, and you wonder if he felt the same love and affection you’re feeling now, if he felt the same nervousness that maybe your love is coming back.

✧ Éomer is easy to identify, thankfully, and you can see him from a distance away - quickly moving backwards so when his horse gets here you aren’t to be trampled.

✧ As Éomer sees the waiting people, his eyes scan over for you - looking around until he spots you on the outskirts.

✧ Dismounting quickly, the two of you instantly come together - hugging his armour as he holds you closer.

✧ Looking up at him, you smile before repeating his words. “I believe one of the things you looked forward to fighting for was my affections.”

✧ There’s a second as he realises what you said, before eagerly kissing you - and you feel warmth in your heart, like a celebration except only of your love.

✧ The two of you eventually break away, and there’s no mistaking the pure happiness in his eyes.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Bard had always been quite tactile with you, if it was a hug or him slinging an arm around your shoulders as he greeted you.

✧ Physical touch was an expression of his love language, one that was made abundantly clear by how he acted around you most days.

✧ Your first kiss isn’t led up by a romantic moment, or one of you pouring out your hearts, but a fairly normal day.

✧ As he leaves your house, with you waving him off, he turns around in a practised gesture - except this time he kisses you instead of hugging you.

✧ It’s casual but enough to make you freeze for a second. And he freezes once he realises what he just did, immediately apologising.

✧ You cut him off, saying you enjoyed the kiss. That - if he was interested - you wouldn't be opposed to doing it again.

✧ And Bard is more than happy to oblige.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ As much as he wants to kiss you, Thranduil restrains himself at the start.

✧ Sometimes you can definitely feel his gaze on you, quiet but admiring - sweeping painstakingly over every inch of you - although it always flies away whenever you try to catch him.

✧ Your dates continue, and sometimes the two of you are so close it’s almost suffocating. But as much as he wants to keep going, he stays where he is.

✧ It’s you who makes the first move, as the two of you sit together during a date.

✧ His voice catches in a way you recognise, and your hand reaches out to stop him from drawing away. Instead getting him slightly closer.

✧ Thranduil’s breath hitches slightly, but he doesn’t draw away. Instead he looks into your eyes, silently asking if this is what you really want.

✧ And when he detects no protests, he tilts your lips up into his - kissing you at first being chaste, before going deeper as you do not draw away.

✧ Eventually leaving your lips, but only to catch a breath.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ Swords clash in the air, never quite hitting your beloved’s armour, and you just about see her smile before you lunge at her.

✧ When her sword is brought up she expects you to turn slightly, except you do not. But what you don’t foresee is your sword catching on hers - almost perfectly attaching them together.

✧ Both of you try to pull at the same time, and you can feel yourself jerk into her before the two of you end up on the floor.

✧ The swords clatter to the ground somewhere behind you, but when you're only inches away from Tauriel’s face you find you don’t really care.

✧ You don't care about the ground being uncomfortable either as Tauriel gets closer to you.

✧ Instead, there is pure bliss as Tauriel kisses you. Breaking apart and looking you up and down with a smile, before kissing you again.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ As a human, you sometimes fall behind when it comes to partying with elves. Not with alcohol, Lindir is very careful to make sure there is sustenance for you (and other mortal guests they occasionally have), but with how long they go on.

✧ And after having been awake for almost twenty-four hours, you find that you simply can’t go on anymore.

✧ Not wanting to walk alone, and being sleepily-clingy, you slowly creep up behind your partner and put your arms around him.

✧ Lindir starts slightly from the sudden touch, before freezing when he feels your lips on his neck. It’s very gentle, but more than enough to make him turn crimson.

✧ He peels you off him, before turning around and politely asking if that’s what you meant to do.

✧ “I’m tired Lindir, not completely out of it.” There’s a soft smile on your face as you look at him again.

✧ It grows even wider when he shyly asks if he could, perhaps, have another one.

✧ You need to initiate more with this kiss, but he’s still receptive - and when you pull away there’s a large smile on his face.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ As you sit on the ship, you can’t help but look at your companions and wonder how it ended up like this. With your prince, a future king, a dwarf, and a partner you hadn’t had until a few weeks ago. And an army of dead, somewhere around you.

✧ Jumping up and down, your leg continues to move even when you take a calming breath - although you’re not sure what’s making it do that.

✧ “Do you need anything?” Haldir’s voice comes from next to you, and then he sits down - looking at you with concern, although not something patronising.

✧ You shake your head, but he still reaches out to hold your hand.

✧ And then, feeling almost alone on the water, Haldir gets closer again. This time with all of you only a little apart.

✧ When he leans in to kiss you, he hardly has to move because of the space, and he has to move even less when you go to meet him.

✧ The kiss is slow, loving, and when you open your eyes again you see him smiling back at you.

✧ Enquiring if it was just as magical for you as it was for him.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ Only a few weeks into your relationship, you can occasionally feel stares at you. Stares that you recognise, that are familiar.

✧ Although perhaps not familiar in terms of the romance and want that’s directed through them.

✧ But you also know that, for as lovely as Elladan is, he might not make the first movement. He’s too content to admire your beauty from afar.

✧ So you take the initiative, as the two of you read together in the library.

✧ Thumbing through your romance book, you leave the page open as you lean against Elladan’s shoulder - looking up at him and trying not to look two guilty.

✧ His gaze softens as he sees you, before trailing down and seeing the book you’ve been reading. It’s one he gifted you, a long time ago, and he looks from the pages again to you.

✧ Elladan opens his mouth as if to ask you a question before he thinks better of it, instead leaning in - gently pressing his lips on yours.

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ As flirty as he can be, Elrohir is actually somewhat restrained when it comes to asking you if you’ll kiss him.

✧ He much prefers to give mournful glances across the room, eyes lingering at your lips for slightly too long - but never enough to be caught by anyone else.

✧ If you didn’t know him better you’d say he was waiting for an opportunity, but exactly what it is you can’t tell.

✧ And then the two of you are outside the city walls, sharing blackberries together and talking about some story or another.

✧ Half way through you notice his gaze isn’t entirely focused, or more accurately not focused on your eyes. Just slightly lower down.

✧ A look must show up on your face because he laughs, sheepish but not ashamed. “Does it taste nice?”

✧ “Does what?”

✧ “The blackberries.” It’s an innocent statement, but he’s slightly closer to you. Head tilted in a way that could be questioning, but is something more.

✧ You’re almost tongue tied in your answer, but you manage to get out, “Why don’t you try-”

✧ You just about finish the sentence when he kisses you, stopping briefly - to taste the berry tint on your lips - before returning just to you.

✧ When the two of you finally break apart he looks much too pleased with himself.

A/N : Guess who forgot to queue this and only realise now? Hi again, and thanks again for reading. Also, sorry if some of these are awkward/repetitive - I'm more than open to feedback <3

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[mymanymerrymuses]

Kili only sighs. Because in all of this is a story that he worried about telling his Amad. If there is any blame or trouble to be had from it, he cannot hide behind his big brother, nor his uncle. The mistakes he made were his own.

He hasn't even thought about what took him to the Shire for a good while, but there's no point avoiding it now, and no place to start except the beginning.

"All was not well." He confirms. "It started in Mirkwood. We were kept there for a while, by the elven king, each of us in a cell of our own, with guards stationed to watch us. We weren't hurt." Kili adds that last part quickly, because he doesn't know how much others have told Dis through letters, and he'd like to not have her angry right now.

"The guard often assigned to me was a she-elf. Tauriel. Most of them wouldn't talk to us much, but she did, and we got along. By the time we got out, I thought perhaps there could be something... romantic, between us." It wasn't only him, he knows that, because Tauriel came after him. "She saved my life, once. But once everything was over...so were we." It had been hard for him, but not for the reasons those around him seemed to think. Kili is glad, at least, for the opportunity to explain properly to his mother.

"I think I missed what could have been more than I missed her. But, Uncle was worried, and so was Fili. Bilbo was going home anyway, and I think Uncle Thorin wanted me as far from that forest as possible, until I was back to myself again." Here, he offers a chuckle, but there's no hiding that he's a touch sombre now.

"I don't think I knew how to be in Erebor without someone beside me." Which doesn't make sense. Some had been excited to embrace their crafts there, and that made sense, but needing a partner just to be there? Kili doesn't understand it.

"Perhaps I still won't. In the Shire though, it was easy." Although...had it been? Had he actually been without someone beside him? The beginnings of a realisation come over him, and he speaks quietly, and quite without thinking. "In the Shire, I had Hazel."

"I'm certain she's missing you as well."

There was a longing in her son's eyes that Dis had never seen before; something in that thousand yard stare as he turned back towards the Shire, that she couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was just exhaustion, or the quiet missing of new friends--

But the more she listened to Kili's stories of the Shire, and the people he'd met, the more she suspected that it was more complicated than leaving his friends.

"Your letters hinted that not all was well with you when you left Erebor." She nodded, moving around the back of the wagon to draw up the canvas sides before the evening chill rolled in. It was a homey space, even with walls made of heavy fabric instead of stone.

While she waited for Kili to talk, Dis began to set out the things for dinner; a stout, well-worn knife in her hand making short work of potatoes and meat, and tossing them into the stew pot.

"Why don't you tell me the whole story, Kili'm'love. And how your new friend helped you."

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

This Time, there will be So Much Love

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by lucradiss

"This is the ending where you finally find your way home and the ancient terror inside of you is stomped out for good."

-Jonny Bolduc, 'Ending'

---

Or, the one in which: Sixty years ago, Bilbo lost the man he loved to the horrors of war. Time does not heal wounds but it allows them to scar, and Bilbo, on the eve of his 111th birthday, had found himself content. That is, until he woke up on the floor, fifty-one years old again, surrounded once more by dwarves with plans of adventure.

Updates every Friday!

Words: 2847, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Hobbit Time Travel Fix-It

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Lord Elrond, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir, Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Hurt Bilbo Baggins, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, That's a spoiler but I am clarifying that nobody dies, because that's what I'm fixing with the time travel fix it, doesn't mean nobody gets hurt bc ppl definitely get hurt, see the first tag, No Beta we die like Thorin Oakenshield, even if he doesn't in this fic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins speaks Sindarin, Bilbo Baggins speaks Khuzdul, Sindarin, Abuse of Khuzdul, Follows the Movies mostly, Because I haven't read the books since I was a kid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Poor Bilbo, Bilbo is So Done, Old Bilbo Baggins, But also, Young Bilbo Baggins, Because he Time Travels yk, Minor Kíli/Tauriel

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

This Time, there will be So Much Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bWtiTZ6

by lucradiss

"This is the ending where you finally find your way home and the ancient terror inside of you is stomped out for good."

-Jonny Bolduc, 'Ending'

---

Or, the one in which: Sixty years ago, Bilbo lost the man he loved to the horrors of war. Time does not heal wounds but it allows them to scar, and Bilbo, on the eve of his 111th birthday, had found himself content. That is, until he woke up on the floor, fifty-one years old again, surrounded once more by dwarves with plans of adventure.

Updates every Friday!

Words: 2847, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Hobbit Time Travel Fix-It

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Lord Elrond, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir, Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Hurt Bilbo Baggins, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, That's a spoiler but I am clarifying that nobody dies, because that's what I'm fixing with the time travel fix it, doesn't mean nobody gets hurt bc ppl definitely get hurt, see the first tag, No Beta we die like Thorin Oakenshield, even if he doesn't in this fic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins speaks Sindarin, Bilbo Baggins speaks Khuzdul, Sindarin, Abuse of Khuzdul, Follows the Movies mostly, Because I haven't read the books since I was a kid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Poor Bilbo, Bilbo is So Done, Old Bilbo Baggins, But also, Young Bilbo Baggins, Because he Time Travels yk, Background Fíli/Tauriel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bWtiTZ6

[edensrose]

hi! your writing is absolutely lovely and I'm so captivated all the time!

can I request a Legolas x reader where she's part of the fellowship and was with him (she's an elf) during the company as well, and maybe she believes him to be in love with tauriel and so she distances herself because she's in love with him, and grows close to aragorn and Legolas gets jealous and maybe one day he confesses and kisses her? and aragorn is like "i knew it! finally!"

thank you so much 💕

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 elf!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. years of waiting for him, you finally decide to do what's best for your own well-being, no matter how hard it may be. but what happens when what you initially believed cannot be further from the truth? and legolas finds himself jealous of your new distraction? ( some discourse ៸៸ jealousy ៸៸ thoughts of unrequited love ៸៸ abrupt kiss )

· ⊰ note. hi there love! thank you sm! I hope this is to your liking ♡ sindarin translations are in the comments!

ʚ You and Legolas knew each other for as long as you could remember and throughout the years you stayed at his side. After the events of the mountain, all that had come to pass, and even when his father sent him to Rivendell; you were there, at his side. Of course, in your own right, given the fact that you were one of Mirkwood’s highly skilled rangers and grew up training amongst the palace guards; it was only natural for you to be sent on the minor quest with Legolas, not only as his friend but also to serve a type of ‘guard’

ʚ Due to knowing him for such a long period of time, this meant that you witnessed most events that he had gone through. Specifically - his liking towards Tauriel. Now, it would be a lie to say you hadn’t felt something for the prince. . . no, it was more than that. Before she even entered the picture, you were undeniably in love with Legolas

ʚ It hurt, watching him fall in love with her, look at her with that affectionate gaze that you could only dream of being the object of. Sure he treated you as his closest companion but that’s all you were - a friend. And even after he realised she held no interest for him and in the process, had his heart broken as yours was a lingering voice in the back of your head told you he was still in love with her. After all, it is a rarity for an elf to love a second time within their lifespan

ʚ And perhaps that hurt more than anything else, knowing that Legolas would never look at you in the same light that he regarded her. But, you held strong. Forcing down the agonising feeling and staying at his side even long after she took her own path; you did so right up until the present, where the new Fellowship of the Ring was formed. Albeit nervous, considering you promised the king to bring back his son after the delivery of the letter, you knew damn well he would have your head if you didn’t stick it out with Legolas and instead returned to Mirkwood. Which was one of the main reasons you decided to stay 

ʚ Don’t delude it, it wasn’t as if you held no regard for Legolas, but over the years. . . it started to become more of a challenge to simply swallow your feelings. It’s common knowledge that an elf can die of a broken heart and as your time at his side progressed, you felt as though you may indeed face such a devastating end. For no matter how hard you tried, it seemed that your heart continued to beat for him and the love that you held for him doubled, tripled, despite knowing it was something you could never have. Once you two returned to Mirkwood, you were planning on talking a miniature break, to distance yourself form him and focus on the well-being of yourself. However, with this newfound quest it seemed that your plans would have to wait 

ʚ So, with a heavy heart you decided to use this time to practice. Perhaps it would make it easier for when you eventually went home. Luckily for you, you found yourself getting along with a particular ranger who had recently made your acquaintance - Aragorn. You found yourself growing increasingly close to him at a surprisingly rapid rate throughout your quest and honestly? It kept you away from the desire of being at Legolas’ side at all times. It soothed the ache of your heart from having to distance yourself from him and made it slightly easier

ʚ However, what you didn’t anticipate, let alone notice, was the pair of eyes that always seemed to be on the two of you. Whilst you were so preoccupied growing closer to Aragorn, you can completely looked over the fact that something. . . Bothered Legolas. Of course, you saw him acting up a little, but you chalked it up to the nature of this journey you all found yourselves on. Little did you know that whilst you would play around and laugh with the ranger; Legolas watched with disdain. Since when was this a thing? He always thought it was you and him against the world; yet now everything was Aragorn. . . No, don’t tell him: did you fancy Aragorn? 

ʚ Contrary to your belief, you meant more to Legolas than a simple friend. As fate would have it, Legolas had fallen for you, but after the entire fiasco with Tauriel he decided to keep it hidden, in fear of not only rejection but possibly ruining a friendship he has had for centuries. Yet now. . . it seemed as though history was repeating itself. Did you have a thing for Aragorn? Is that why you grew so close to him all of a sudden? Was there a blooming romance? Were you in love with him?

ʚ It ate at Legolas alive and seeing the two of you constantly with one another did not make the situation better, especially when he noticed the growing distance between you and him. It only made him further believe that you were indeed, head over heels for this ranger. And soon? His disdain turned into something far greater. . . Jealousy. 

ʚ He couldn’t manage it. Seeing you with Aragorn all the time, laughing with Aragorn, just  Aragorn, Aragorn, Aragorn! It drove him up the wall far more than he would like to admit, And as time went on, the jealousy toiled and twisted, no matter how hard he tried to push it down. . . until one night during a little stop at an inn, he could take it no more. 

—

“Legolas — For goodness sake! Ow!” 

A whine breaks through the icy midnight air as you are unceremoniously tugged out of the inn by your prince in a manner you have yet to experience from him. Certainly, a circle of red would find your wrist by the time he decided to release it. 

“Must you handle me so gracelessly?’’ You huff, bringing the abused hand to your chest and facing the elf before you. Cerulean hues, once serene like that of a clear sky, now brimming with storm clouds. A swirl of emotions you could not pinpoint not decipher. Apart from one key fact: he was anything but happy. “What has you in such a foul mood?” You arch a brow, and rightfully so — for it was abnormal for Legolas of all people to hold such a conflicted look within his eyes. 

“Y/N. . .’’ The name falls from his lips in a tremble, a vexed one. “Why do you linger by his side at all times of the day?’’ Clenching his jaw, Legolas forces down as much bitterness in his tone as he can muster. “Why is it that he is suddenly the object of all your attention? I never see him without you and vice versa.” 

For a second you are confounded, caught off-guard not only by his out-of-character behaviour but also his words. “Aragorn?” The lightbulb clicks, yet only partially. “He is simply my friend, Legolas. Do you have a problem with me befriending -”

“I do when you act as though I am nonexistent.’’ He cuts you short, leaving you taken aback by the sudden. . . is that irritation in his tone? 

Legolas takes advantage of your silence and soon the minuscule surprise turns into a greater shock. “Everywhere we go, somehow, you always have to be at his side — talking and laughing with him as if it is just the two of you. He is the first person you look at after a joke, the first person you seek after slumber, in fact; he may indeed be the only person you look at throughout majority of the day! When we rest, you face him, when we venture, you are at his side. Has he become so important that the rest of us are invisible to you?”

It takes you a minute to both collect your words and process his. Has he truly been paying such close attention? By the looks of it, he was readying his tongue to list off the various other instances he’s noticed, so you swiftly chimed in. “Does it matter that much, Legolas?” 

And in that moment you were unsure whether such a question was deemed wise. For the second it met his ears, the storm within his sapphire hues roared on and twisted, practically displaying a mix of lightning and thunder; before you knew it, he found purchase on your shoulders and tugged you forward unceremoniously. 

“Are you that blind!?” With furrowed brows, he locks his gaze onto yours. “Can you not see why this affects me to such degree? Or is it that you simply don’t care? Rhaich! I am in love with you Y/N.’’ 

And if his words were not shock-inducing enough, then surely the feel of his lips pressed against yours a mere moment later was. 

Your heart altogether froze in beat, unmoving and as stiff as the rest of your body, for every muscle and fibre within you tensed all at once from the abrupt motion. Starstruck. That was the appropriate phrase. As time stood still you gaped with expansive eyes at the prince who. . . was kissing you. Who confessed to you. 

A thousand questions circled your mind. Did you hear correctly? Had you dazed out? Was this a dream — was Eru messing with you? 

If it wasn’t real then how did you feel him? If it was just a daze, why did his warmth radiate against both your body and mouth in such a comforting manner? No, it had to have been real, for the way he held, kissed you, felt unlike any dream your mind had ever conjured up. 

Yet just when you were hoisting yourself from the ocean of haze, the warmth fled.

As if sense kicked him square in the head, Legolas suddenly jolted back. Your immobility and frigid form prompted him to believe he had taken it a step too far. Fingers quake in their grip on your shoulder and panicked hues face you. “Y/N -” He starts, hold loosening on your form. “I — goheno nin, I wasn’t -” 

It’s your turn to cut him off as you reach out and haul him back in by the material of his cloak, leaving him the one to gape with enlarged eyes, albeit, for a shorter amount of time as his mind quickly registered the moment and allowed his body to ease as yours did. 

Legolas takes your waist on instinct, flushing you against him as you simultaneously loop a pair of arms around his neck, mewling with delight at the feel of him returning the kiss; ten times more passionate than the last. His kiss was gentle, lips impossibly soft, even more so than the countless times you imagined such an exchange. The warmth of his body against yours send a wave of delight up your spine and a flurry of butterflies to run wild within your chest as he somehow managed to pull you closer. 

And you begged, you prayed to ever divine being in existence that this was real. That you stood there beneath the mood with the man you have loved century after century, in his arms, sharing such a passionate moment of adoration, affection, love.

You part for but a second in need of air, only to be towed back in as one of his hands now caresses your cheek. It’s the contrast of both gentle touch and desperation of his ministrations. And with every time it broke the time apart was barely enough to ease the burning in your lungs — yet neither of you cared, for the feel of being apart for too long was more than either of you could bear for the given instant. As the decades, centuries — eons-worth of emotions poured into this single, time-stopping moment. 

Only when your knees felt weak, threatening to buck and when the sear in your chest became too much to bear, did the two of you at long last, part. He strayed not far away, as if afraid to lose you once more if he were to drawback but an inch more. Alternatively, you relished in the closeness, the lingering warmth as breaths mingled and eyes stared into one another oh so deeply. 

Silence, a comforting one at that, settled amongst the night. Or perhaps it was your own doing, for the sounds of crickets chirping and other midnight clatters were droned from your ears. All you heard was him, his heart — all you felt was him, all you saw was Legolas. 

After moments of hushed staring, a thumb rubs at your cheekbone and after clearing his throat, the elf murmurs: “I will take that. . . as a positive.’’ 

You cannot help but giggle at the soft pink scattered across his pale cheeks. “Yes,’’ bringing a hand up to his face, you return the gentle caress and lean up to touch his forehead with yours. “I love you, Legolas.’’ His breath hitches, bringing a smile to your lips. “It is something I’ve wanted to say for the longest time. . .’’ 

“It is something I have wanted to hear for eons.’’ 

Cerulean pools brim with everything you could have ever wanted. Adoration, devotion and most importantly. . . love. 

He loves you.

Legolas loves you.

Your heart somersaulted, singing to the heavens as it, at last, joined with his. And just as you are about to tug him back in for a second round of breathless kisses — a voice renders you both still. 

“I wondered when the two of you would get your heads out of the clouds.”

While you expected Legolas to loosen hold on you, you were pleasantly surprised when he instead pulled you closer. “. . . You knew?” He questions, all eyes now on the ranger who stands but a few feet away. 

“As if it was not obvious,’’ he chuckles, hands at his hips. “It’s about damn time.’’ Aragorn sighs, turning on heel and finding his way back into the inn. “Well, you two seem to be of good health. Do not let me stop whatever. . . that was.’’ Pertaining to the closeness of your forms and your hands which were buried in blonde locks, the ranger finds his way back from where he came. 

Cheeks burn in embarrassment so you seek refuge in the warmth of Legolas’ chest, deciding to ignore Aragorn’s little statement and instead focus on the feel of the elf’s arms around you.

And there you stayed, two hearts now one, under the glimmer of stars. You were his and he was yours. At long last.

[sylvanprincess]

Oh, this got me thinking 😁

Another line that gives me Thranduil vibes is the “Nothing makes me feel more alive” line that follows after the “If you wanted me dead, you should've just said” line.

Another one is the “I was tame, I was gentle til the circus life made me mean. Don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.”

“Is it a wonder I broke, let’s hear one more joke”, and “You caged me, and then you called me crazy. I am what I am cause you trained me.”

It makes me think of how Thranduil is a genuinely nice person in the books, to the point that Bilbo wants to protect him, yet he and his elves are described as being ‘more dangerous and less wise’.

The book makes it clear that Thranduil is genuinely beloved by his Silvan Elves, and Gollum ends up escaping due to overkindness.

He's also the compassionate voice of reason in The Hobbit, immediately ordering the dwarves to be unbound once he sees how exhausted they are, giving them good food and drink even after they’ve been rude to him, helping the people of Laketown out of friendship and refusing to ambush the dwarves, going so far as to state that he won't go to war over gold (“Long will I tarry, ere I will begin this war for gold. The dwarves cannot press us, unless we will.”).

Furthermore, Thranduil was essentially left alone to deal with Sauron and his taint for millennia before the White Council realised that Sauron was returning.

Adding onto the above note, the lines “So all your kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs.”

Makes me think of Thorin and his company’s interactions with the Elves, and how they were the aggressors. Even Gandalf low-key defends Thranduil by admitting that the whole mess was a misunderstanding.

Turning towards the movies, the lines “So tell me everything is not about me… but what if it is? Then tell me they didn't do it to hurt me… but what if they did? As well as the lines “I want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.”

It makes me think of the confrontation between Thranduil and Tauriel, where she threatens him and tells him that he won't turn away again before claiming that there's no love in him and Legolas comes to her rescue after Thranduil gets angry.

"At all costs, keep your good name. You don't get to tell me you feel bad."

Thranduil's confontation with Gandalf, where he remarks that "You started this Mithrandir, you'll forgive me if I finish it.

There was also this deleted scene where Gandalf shames Thranduil after Legolas leaves with Tauriel by stating that his wife didn't just leave behind the gems; she also gave him their son. I honestly hate it because it massively oversimplifies the conflict Thranduil is in, especially considering Thranduil’s decision to quit is explicitly because he refuses to shed more Elven blood for this accursed land. A decision that has nothing to do with gems.

Gandalf, I’m not sure how it makes you a good person to come up to someone right after a blow like that and smugly lecture them on their personal failings.

“And that’s why you're still singing along”

Thranduil respecting Legolas’ desire for some space to process his emotions, and even giving him some guidance on where to go-which makes sense because in the LOTR movies, Legolas is kinda odd when it comes to death.

I mean, Thranduil has canonically Seen Some Stuff, and in the movie even he is shocked by the battle and wants to pull his elves out, so I can only imagine how it would be for Legolas.

Philippa Boyen confirmed that in the movie, Thranduil and Legolas are close and genuinely love each other, and that they reconcile between the Hobbit and LOTR movies.

Afterwards, Thranduil offers some sense of comfort to Tauriel after Kíli dies despite her earlier actions and Evangeline Lily confirmed that she returns to Mirkwood, her experiences having softened her and given her the determination to protect her home, this time with greater compassion (in other words, Thranduil forgave her and revoked her banishment).

Despite rebelling against him, both Legolas and Tauriel still turn to Thranduil’s support.

I wish that had made it into the movie as it speaks volumes about just how forgiving of a person Thranduil actually is.

Just, yeah, this whole song is just 1000% pure Thranduil vibes.

One of Taylor Swift’s latest songs “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me” gives me major Thranduil vibes. I can picture him singing this song in both the book and movie universes.

The parts of the song that give me the MOST Thranduil feels are the following:

"The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack But my bare hands paved their paths You don't get to tell me about sad. ....If you wanted me dead, you should've just said it."

Cause like damn.... that's probably how most of the other remaining powerful 'allies' in Middle Earth made him feel all the time sometimes. Especially the last line. It must have felt quite a bit like he and his people had been left out in the yard to be used as a chewtoy for every dog in the neighborhood.

"… I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs."

He wants to show how much he's struggling in practically every capacity that one could struggle in, how much the events since the War of the Last Alliance have affected him. Changed him. But he knows that won't do anything.

I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong."

Because they've already decided how they view him. And it's not favorably.

Thanks for the message! Have a great day and stay safe out there! <3