#and legolas sits as high up as he can at all times

[shirefantasies]

I got my glasses back and they're all fixed 💪

i wanted to request the characters(especially Elrond) reaction to their partner that's very cuddly? Like after anything stressful happens their partner/the reader immediately goes to them and just needs hugs and kisses to calm down

Yay 👓 here we go!

LoTR Characters’ Reaction to You Wanting Cuddles When Stressed

Aragorn

✧ He discovers this after you get wounded. Tending to you, he carries you to your bedroll, only for your arms to wrap around him the moment he tries to lay you down. “Stay,” you tell him, “please.”

✧ You were hurt. He obliges, half-sitting, half-laying at your side and running a soothing hand down your arm as he tells you to rest.

✧ It becomes common as time goes on. One time when you were overworked he stopped you right in your tracks with a kiss, one hand taking yours to keep you completely and thoroughly occupied.

✧ Usually he spots you laying down and joins you at your side, smiling in surprise every time when you cling to him, but always returning the embrace in the end.

✧ Traces the curves of your cheeks as you look into his eyes, your own glistening with unshed tears he silently vows to fight.

Legolas

✧ Very gentle with his physical affection, so when you first approach him he just lays an arm softly over your shoulders.

✧ Takes both your hands in his when you look up at him with dismay in your eyes, his own gaze back questioning, tender.

✧ Some days you spill it, some days you just nod, either way it is Legolas’s cue to craft the little nest he always makes for you and sit with you in it.

✧ Smiles when your hands reach up, making grabbing gestures, and pulls you by them into his chest and lays down all in one swift motion.

✧ Soon your body is completely caged by his limbs, but complain you will not beneath the loose capture of his warmth.

Boromir

✧ His expression hardens, darkens even when he sees you so upset, but it fades away the moment you shake your head and reach out to him.

✧ Kissing the crown of your head, he pulls you into the warmth of his own body, a hand sliding to caress your hair.

✧ Sits down with you in his arms, lowering you such as to let your legs wrap around him, his hands still cradling you.

✧ Eventually they wander down, rubbing up and down your legs as he connects your lips.

✧ In the end, his hands find their home on either side of your waist, keeping you firmly in place as he asks what the matter is and if you are feeling any better now.

Gimli

✧ The one who proudly jokes that you can’t keep your hands off him 😌

✧ But in all seriousness, Gimli is such a hype man when you're stressed that he doesn't just hold you, he tells you how gorgeous you are and that you're the best and you can do anything, you needn't worry. ...And if you can't do it, he'll protect you!

✧ Goes soft as anything when you hold him from behind, his hands reaching up to lay atop yours or maybe even try to pull you even closer by them.

✧ Threatens to destroy whoever upset you like he isn’t holding your hands and kissing all over your face as he speaks.

✧ Cheers you up with the proud smirk he makes at any passersby alone, the look on his face telling everyone that Gimli has the best job ever. It reminds you without words that you are never a burden.

Frodo

✧ He can tell and he sort of ends up doing it on his own. You start to sit up when your eyes fall upon him, but with a hand he urges you back down, rubbing your back soothingly.

✧ He tilts your head up gently, though, one hand beneath your chin so he can look into your eyes.

✧ You ask for a kiss and of course it is granted. One more, you say, and it is granted. One more, and, well, I think you can see where this is going.

✧ Soon he can’t help the bubbling of merry, lovestruck giggles at the fortune he has with you and you join him, joyous at the sight of his happiness.

✧ Another rush of tenderness strikes you when you feel his nose gently rub against your cheek.

Sam

✧ Makes him blush to high heaven the first time you just come right up to him and tell him you need a hug, but of course he does it.

✧ Soon at the days' end there you are again, going to him with arms outstretched and words sweet as they are sad, telling him he gives the best and most soothing hugs.

✧ Heart leaping, Sam lets his head fall to your chest, one hand travel up and down your back, and the other hold yours between your joined forms.

✧ "Thank you," Sam says. "Me?" You inquire. "Whatever for?" "For trusting me," he answers, and you can just see that earnest sheen in his green eyes without looking. "Thank you for being someone I can trust," is your reply.

✧ “It’s like what they say,” he remarks, “about the prettiest flowers having to deal with all the thorns.” He needn’t say any more, that alone and you’re kissing him right then and there.

Merry

✧ Loves being your comfort, so the first time you approach him needing a hug he happily obliges, running a hand up and down your back as he embraces you.

✧ He always knows exactly what to say, too, his inspiring words spinning beautiful new perspective before you even spill your troubles to him.

✧ Even still Merry wants to hear what’s on your mind, taking you for a walk to work your feelings out, an arm firmly about your shoulders the entire stretch.

✧ Your path seems aimless until you suddenly come upon a secluded meadow and are suddenly bowled to the ground, rolling atop soft flowers.

✧ Giggling softly as you stop, Merry tucking a little wildflower flower behind your ear and reaching down for your hand, his legs thrown casually over yours. “Feel any better now?”

Pippin

✧ One of his favorite qualities of yours, honestly. His arms wind around your waist without a second thought and his head falls to the crook of your neck the moment you ask.

✧ Never won't accept an excuse to lie with you, tugging you immediately to the nearest cozy surface to spread out upon.

✧ Your legs will be tangled up, entire bodies intertwined as he listens to what's bothering you, interjecting as many jokes as he can to hopefully see you smile again.

✧ For this reason especially Pippin loves to lay facing you- so he can see the changes in your expression, search for peace or the breaking of smiles like sun across the clouds in your face.

✧ Oh, and so he can kiss you lots, too- get ready for that!

Faramir

✧ His heart shows in his eyes the moment you ask him of all people for comfort, gratitude and joy shining in his face.

✧ Whatever you ask of him, you shall receive, his hands immediately clutching yours as he lets you pour your heart out to him.

✧ Now that you are heard, he pulls you into his chest, one hand laying over yours as the other holds you tight against him.

✧ His thumb draws soft, grounding circles over the back of your hand.

✧ You are his sun, his stars, every light Faramir firmly believes will shine its fortunes upon you again.

Eomer

✧ Adores the way you suddenly wrap around him from behind. He always turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

✧ When he sees tears in your eyes, though, Eomer is dropping everything as soon as possible to help you relieve some stress. More times than not he offers a massage, his hands heavenly upon your tension.

✧ Once his hands have kneaded tension from your body, especially the tightness across your neck and shoulders, he lays upon his back, offering himself as a cushion for you and holding your head against his chest.

✧ Open to listen or just talk about his day as a distraction OR, better yet still, tell glorious old battle tales to distract and entertain you both…even if your ears are most focused upon the music of his heartbeat.

✧ “Let us stay here and rest. Things will feel much better when we awake in each other’s arms.”

Haldir

✧ It is definitely an adjustment for him as he isn’t the most physically affectionate person himself.

✧ Thus, he may not sense your need immediately, but will respond of course when you communicate your need, usually sitting you down and starting with playing with your hair or helping you remove some layers to relax.

✧ If your problem is personal, say words exchanged between you and another, Haldir would absolutely offer to have his own words with them, unafraid to speak his mind. Without trying, he has your downtrodden facade lightening as you giggle at the resolve in his face.

✧ "What?" He asks, but little more can he say as you tackle him down, giggling again at the widening of his eyes by your boldness.

✧ Then it is Haldir's turn for merriment, a deep chuckle as he gives in completely, arms snaking about your waist.

Eowyn

✧ Grins widely the moment you open up your arms, inviting her into them, and of course she accepts.

✧ "What troubles you?" She asks the moment she hears a sniff, pulling away just to hold your shoulders and peer into your eyes with that beautifully piercing look of concern.

✧ "You carry so much," she whispers to you, running a hand softly through your hair, "let me help you."

✧ Eowyn leads you right through your problems with her drive for solutions, a hand holding yours and giving it little squeezes until the moment your load is lightened.

✧ One step of relaxation complete, Eowyn then makes you a nice warm drink, sitting with you arm in arm and sides practically blended as one beneath the sun and smiling when your head hits her shoulder.

Arwen

✧ Arwen's sharp eyes discern trouble the moment they fall upon your face; the first question falling from her lips if you want to talk about it.

✧ Whether you do or simply shake your head, she lays you down upon her chaise, holding your head to her chest to still to the beat of her heart.

✧ Her hand works wonders drawing patterns on your chest or thigh as you lay, bodies practically melting together in that manner.

✧ Her deep voice lulls you with elven songs, beautiful whether you understand the language or not and palpable against you as the sound reverberates.

✧ Smiles when you flip over requesting a kiss. Knowingly, in fact, because it will not just be one.

Elrond

✧ You barely need to ask, he can tell by the downcast of your expression the needs you have.

✧ He usually starts with a simple, firm hand upon your shoulder before you are turning around all the way, head falling lightly against his chest.

✧ Elrond loves stroking your hair as he listens to you, offering the many words of hope his years of wisdom have guided him to as a beloved host of Middle Earth.

✧ He holds you so gently, cradling you in his lap with hands placed just so upon your back; you will feel so secure, not a thought of falling even enters your mind, but if it did you know he would catch you.

✧ Distracts your mind by sitting or laying with you beneath the stars, pointing out each one by name as his hand traces up and down your spine and the other holds yours, raising it occasionally to his lips.

Lindir

✧ You can feel him start sometimes when your arms suddenly snake around him, your head leaning onto his shoulder, but he immediately relaxes into your embrace.

✧ He really loves it when you melt into him as he plays a song, every sensation heightened and reverberating through his muscles, the tender motions of his fingers upon strings and the fueling warmth coursing through his heart.

✧ If you lie together, he enjoys being the little spoon, your limbs tight about him both melting away your tension and making him feel needed, too.

✧ He wants to hear your worries, echoes them too, as your head rests against his shoulder, a hand idly running up and down his side and bringing pretty shivers down his spine.

✧ Sometimes your cuddle sessions accidentally turn into petty chatter, both of you airing your complaints to each other as you braid each other's hair or lie together in bed.

[sachiko6243]

You are ours to please

Summary: just pure smut, not much plot. This is the epiloge of a fanfiction I have written on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as it is finished now when I posted this. 😉🥰

Word count: 4521

Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, dom! Haldir, dom! Legolas, sub! reader, double penetration, anal, blackout and aftercare. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!!

I found myself in the bathroom of Haldir, Legolas and my room in Imraldis. The three of us managed to sneak away as the festivities of Legolas and my wedding were on a high, hoping that our disappearance would go unnoticed. It would be very unlikely between all the elves, but I couldn’t help myself but hope. Now I was naked in the big bathtub, that had more in common with a pool than a bathtub. It was embedded in the ground, deep enough that I was covered up to my chest when standing.

Legolas had joined me in the tub, while Haldir was sitting on the edge, watching us with his usual strong gaze. Like a predator, Legolas had slowly stalked me down, until I found myself pressed against the edge and between Haldirs legs. His naked thighs caging me in, hands holding me by my shoulders as if he was presenting me to Legolas.

Soon the other ellon was standing in front of me, a sly smile on his lips, as he saw in my eyes how much this position turned me on. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked and I couldn’t help but blush, looking aside to hide my embarrassment. Haldirs callused fingers tilted my head back to look at Legolas. “Answer him, meleth. How much do you like this?”

“Very.” I softly whispered, not really able to get much more out of my mouth. Legolas grin turned wolfish, as he took another step towards me. “By Valar how much I love it, when you are a little slut for us…” He turned to looked at Haldir. “Isn't she beautiful like this? Flustered and riled up. Ready to take us as we please?” A growl grew behind me, the grip on my shoulders reaching lower, weighing my breasts. “Indeed, it is, gwanur. Makes me want to take her right here. See how much she is able to take.”

His words felt like they had a double meaning. And when Legolas ears perked up, I knew they had planned something. “Well… there are ways to test how much she is capable to take. I wonder if she is willing to do it.” Them speaking about me, as if I wasn’t in the room, set something free in me, that I didn’t know I had. Immediately, I melted into Haldirs hands, not really thinking about where I was and what they had planned. All I could think about was them filling me up. Marking my body and fucking me senseless.

That’s why I nearly missed Haldir speaking up again: “Look at that. She is already a goner and we haven’t really started. Are you sure you want to do this, gwanur? She doesn’t look like she can handle much more…”

“Please…” I begged. “I want to do it.”

“You don’t even know what it is, nin iell.” Haldir whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to spread over my body. “I don’t care.” I whimpered. “I need you. Both of you. Now. Please. Make the heat go away… I cant… I need…” My sentence got interrupted with the sudden moan that rang through the room, when Haldirs fingers squeezed my nipples between them.

Legolas closed the distance between us, pressing me against the cold stone tiles on my back. Even though the water was hot, it suddenly felt cold compared to the heat that rose in my body. “You wanna take us both? At the same time?” He asked, speaking out what both of them had in mind. I froze at the offering, my eyes widening in shock, snapping between the two men. There was no uncertainty, no tease in them. Just honest curiosity and honest worry about me. “You don’t have to, nin galad. We don’t want to pressure you.” Legolas quickly added, misreading my silence as fear.

“Okey.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong, but I failed miserably.

“What?” Legolas asked.

“I wanna try it.” I repeated, clearing what I wanted. “You made me curious and now I wanna know.”

Both men exchanged a look, before the sly smiles crept upon their faces once again. “You are such a good little slut for us, do you know that?” Haldir asked, close to my ear and his tone send shivers down my spine. “Such a greedy little girl. So desperate to be fucked, that you don’t care about anything else, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, letting my head lull back against his stomach. “I want you to take me. Please. I need you!”

“Start it!” Haldir growled and Legolas didn’t hesitate for one second, catching my lips in a searing kiss.

As my hands lifted, one to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of hair, and the other to his biceps, Legolas shoulders relaxed. His body was impossibly warm, skin searing beneath my palms as I pressed myself forward, reveling in it. Legolas soft and warm lips curved into a soft smile as his free hand found my waist. My heartbeat feeling too fast, too heavy for me to comprehend anything else.

When his tongue pressed to the seam of my lips, eager to deepen the kiss and sink entirely into it, the reprieve of the water was lost. There was only heat; the wall of muscle that was his body, the soft press of his hands as they gripped my hip, his mouth as he swallowed the noises of my pleasure eagerly, his heavy groan as I pressed even closer.

It silenced every thought that raced through my mind. I had imagined this a thousand times before, dreamt about it more often than I dared to admit. Having them both take me at the same time was something that had wandered my mind a long time, but I was always too scared to asked them to do it. Fearing they might be taken aback by it, or worse lose their respect for me.

With every swipe of his fingers, touch teasing as he brushed along the expanse my stomach, up my sides, just beneath the swell of my breast, my body grew warmer. It was all dizzying, more than I could have ever asked for.

Any thoughts of the future, the past, the moments in between, all ceased to exist as Legolas nipped at my bottom lip, biting into it, and dragging a loud moan from my throat. And when I broke the kiss to catch my breath, he simply redirected. His lips brushing along the curve of my jaw, down my throat, marking the soft skin of my shoulder and neck. Warm hands trailed lower, fingers wrapping around my thighs and lifting to hitch me over his hips as his teeth nipped at my pulse point just beneath my ear. “We thought about this a long time.” He whispered; his voice strained in harsh self-control.

“You’ve…?”

Luckily, he managed to follow my train of thought where my voice failed. “We have lost track of how often, meleth.” He admitted, pausing only to mouth at the valley of my breasts. “It has been a deep wish for both of us. Have you take us at the same time. Caught between us, nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide. Forced to take the pleasure we give to you.”

As difficult as it was to formulate a coherent sentence, I blinked through the blurry vision that started to form in front of my eyes. “Thought about it too.” It was breathless, as Legolas hands lifted to my breasts, his touch certain as he kneaded the soft skin. “Wanted this. Both of you the same.” I added to make clear that I was consenting to this.

“We know.” Now it was Haldir that took lead of the conversation, enabling Legolas to fully concentrate on what he was doing. “You’re not subtle, nin iell.”

I gasped, not knowing if it was because of Legolas suddenly sucking on my nipple, or Haldirs confession that they knew I wanted it the whole time. 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. They had a way of making me feel as if I was the only person in the world, the only one worthy of their time and attention.

“Please.” The plea was muffled, breathed into the night, but Legolas understood. His hum of acknowledgement was accompanied by one last sharp tug on my nipple, making me gasp. “I know, nin galad.” His hand dipped between my thighs, fingers ghosting along the sensitive inner skin as he met my eyes. “We are going to give you what you want.”

Soft hands ghosted along my thighs, pressing closer and closer to the aching center as Legolas leaned in to nose at the hinge of my jaw. A plea for more was on the tip of my tongue, a request for him to just touch me where I wanted it the most, but before I could ask, his fingers swiped through my folds. His thumb caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a jolt down my spine.

Legolas mouth curving into a grin, eager to hear just how good he made me feel. I imagined he would tease, take his time to work me into a frenzy. But his touch wasn’t rushed, there was no need for him. He knew he had all the time in the world.

There was a deliberateness to the swipe of his fingers through my folds, a sharp precision that had my vision turning blurry at the edges as he finally sank a finger into my heat, my body arching into his as he shifted even closer. Haldirs grip of his fingers pressed me against his abdomen, holding me upright as Legolas blue eyes searched my face. The grip would likely leave a bruise but I couldn’t wait to see the outline of his touch in the morning. Giving evidence of what had happened.

Focused on my pleasure, I felt the press of his cock against my hip growing more noticeable with every swipe of his fingers. The hard, heavy appendage twitched with each moan that escaped my mouth, with every gasp, as his fingers brushed against the spot that had me seeing stars.

Though the water and dimmed fair light made it difficult to see much, I could clearly see the size of him as my fingers swiped at the sensitive head. The thought of feeling him, of taking all that he had to give, made me clench around his fingers causing him to groan: “Careful of what you are setting in motion, because if you think that’s going to distract me from ruining you, you are wrong.” Behind me, I could hear Haldir chuckle lowly at his words, his fingers finding their way once again to my breasts and lower.

Slowly pushing me forward, he sunk into the water behind me, his hot and hard body pressing against my back and I could feel how turned on he got by just watching. When he had reached low enough to take a hold of my knees, he lifted me from the floor. Now I was hanging in his arms, unable to do much more than twitch, while Legolas worked me relentlessly.

The press of his fingers growing more insistent with every swipe of my hand, with every brush of my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and with every gasp that left my lips. He mouthed at the damp skin between my breasts, breath fanning over my hard nipples and leaving me with goosebumps, as his thumb circled my aching clit.

“Please.” He hummed at my pleads, as my fingers tugged at his hair. “Want to feel you. Need to feel you.” I pleaded, eager to finally feel them after spending so long imagining this moment. “Please.”

A small part of me expected a taunt, a tease from at least one of them, that called me a needy slut, but they seemed just as desperate as I was. “Whatever you want, nin iell.” Legolas acquiesced, hand leaving my center after a final circle to my bundle of nerves. Even as I whined at the loss, he shushed me. “Its alright, little one. We are here to take care of you.” Haldir shifted his position, tapping my leg to encourage me to wrap it around Legolas waist. The younger ellon smirking at the shaking of my limbs, as I waited to finally feel him. He kept his eyes trained on my face as he took a brief moment to tease.

The head of his cock caught at my entrance, pulling a soft gasp from my mouth as my hands wrapped around Haldirs neck to gain some sort of stability. I tipped my head to kiss the man holding me, desperate to kiss him for a long time now, as Legolas began to press forward.

Every inch of Legolas filling me felt incredible, too much but not quite enough at the same time, and I allowed myself a moment to revel in the feeling, moaning into Haldirs mouth. Having both of them so close, and being full of Legolas, was overwhelming in the best way. Haldir eagerly swallowed my noises of pleasure, took them in stride as he gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of Legolas buried deep inside my core.

Legolas didn’t move, waiting for us to break our kiss. Slowly Haldir loosened my grip around his neck, wrapping my arms around the other elf instead. I wanted to argue, but the words I wanted to speak falling out of my head, when I felt Haldirs hands move. He started to stroke my sides, slowly making his way lower and down my back, gripping my ass tightly. I twitched in anticipation, my walls fluttering around Legolas cock, making him growl slightly. “Are you still sure about this?” Haldir asked and I nodded. “Words, nin ithil. I need you to say it.” He demanded, quickly dipping into his commanding voice.

“I am sure. Please. I want to feel you both.” I whimpered, clinging on to Legolas, split in fear and hot anticipation that run through my veins.

“Okey. Than stay like that. Its going to make things easier.” Haldir said and I could feel him move around. “Try to relax as much as possible. You are going to feel pressure. Just tell me, when its getting to much, or you want me to go slower, okey?”

“Okey.” I shut my eyes, searching for my safe place inside of me. Then I could feel the cold tip of his fingers press against my anus. Out of reflex I tensed up, whimpering. “Easy, little girl. We are here. Relax. Nothing is going to hurt you.” He murmured, kissing up and down my back, making me moan, when he bit into my shoulder. Before I even knew it, he had pushed one finger in and I was overwhelmed with the sudden fullness. “Fuck.” I breathed out, arching my back instinctively.

“Good?” He asked, lips still pressed against my skin.

“Yes… More please, Commander.” I whined, desperate to feel more.

He was going slower this time, pumping his finger in and out and when we reached a certain point, I knew why. A second finger putting slight pressure against my hole. “Breath, meleth. You are doing so good.” Taking his advice, I filled my lungs with air. “Hold your breath.” He ordered. “I am going to push, when you breath out, okey? When you are ready just do it.” I nodded, holding my breath a few second, before relaxing every muscle in my body and letting the air go. I could feel the next push to be wider, stretching me to a point that was just sharp for me to tap out, but then it was over. His two fingers sitting snugly inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

Haldir was biting my neck in a split second to distract me from any pain, pressing me closer to Legolas, while smothering me with kisses and praises. “You did so good, nin galad. So, so good for us. I am proud of you.” Suddenly his fingers were moving once again, slowly fucking in and out of me.

“Yes… yes.” I mewled, arching into his movements, pressing my back against his chest. “Don’t stop, Commander. It feels so good.” He groaned at my words, capturing my lips with his, while he guided another finger to my hole. This time I was quicker to relax, making it easier for him to fill me up even more. Again, it shortly felt like it was too much, making me wince in pain. Both men stopped what they were doing, searching fear in my body language or my eyes, but there was none. Just pure lust and desire that were washing through my body.

I relaxed once more, allowing Haldir to move his fingers, stretching me and making me ready for his cock. Legolas tried his best to keep his face straight, but I could feel that the pressure Haldirs finger produced and the strokes he could feel through my wall made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

“This feels even better than I imagined.” Legolas admission lingered on the edge of breathless, words nearly slurred. “Feels like heaven, bereth nin.” Him calling me his wife for the first time, made me rear up, a desperate yell on my lips. I nearly missed the possessive grin that formed on his lips. “Wife? That word is what makes you so needy? I thought us calling you a greedy little slut, made for only us to use and filled with our cum is what usually gets you going.” I whimpered even more, closing my eyes and falling back onto Haldirs chest, who just chuckled, keeping his act up on preparing my other hole for his cock.

“I think it still does, gwanur.” He growled. Legolas voice as smug as his, when he answered: “Oh I feel the same. So not only do you want to be a cock hungry slut, but a cock desperate wife? Is it that? Us possessing you not only by law but by the way we treat you? Use you to our pleasure only?”

“Yes!” I mewled, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. “I want you to own me. Mark me. I want to be used by you and nobody else.”

“That’s right, bereth.” Legolas kept on talking sinful words into my ear. “There will be only us who are fucking you. No man will ever be good enough to have you. Because there simply is no man capable of giving you what you need. Only your prince and your commander.”

“Oh god!” I cried out, my limps starting to shake with anticipation. “Please. I cant… Please take me. I need you to take me!”

“Hmmm you are begging so beautiful.” Legolas hummed, looking above me at an equally smug Haldir. “I think she deserves some relieve, doesn’t she mellon?”

“That she does.” I heard Haldir groan behind me, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. When I gave him the green light, he carefully pushed in and the unknown feeling had me seeing stars in seconds. Both of the men held still, letting me catch a breath and get used to the feeling of being fully stuffed. They waited until I gave my okey, setting a slow and sensual pace that soon turned into hot torture.

I didn’t know how they managed to hold and fuck me, but I wasn’t able to spent a thought on it anyways. 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 Haldirs shoulders, nails gripping and scratching Legolas shoulders. “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 of their chests caging me in, the sting of Legolas fingers digging into my thighs, and Haldirs bruising grip on my hips.

Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. One of Haldirs hands sneaking around my body, settling between my legs and on the bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle it, tugging a string of curses out of me, when the heat in my body started to rise even further.

I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than their names. They didn’t seem to mind, however, every cry that left my lips spurred them on. “We got you.” Haldir promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. Legolas hips moved faster, sending water sloshing around us, matching the speed of Haldirs fingers on my clit. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my own pleasure. 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. Legolas mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would alarm everyone close by. Haldir had his lips on my neck, sucking dark marks onto my skin, soothing the stinging pain with his soft tongue. Their actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around both of their cocks. That had Legolas 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 Haldirs hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. “Good girl.” He growled behind me. “Because you take what we give you, like the good little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Commander!” I cried out. “I will take whatever you give me.”

At my words Legolas growled deeply, the grasp on my thighs turning painful, as he tried his best to keep him from coming right then and there. “I will never get over the feeling of your tight little pussy gripping my cock so hard. Because you are doing it so good, like a forsaken vixen.” Grabbing my throat, he pulled me in for a harsh kiss, interrupting the things I wanted to say.

“Yes, nin ithil?” He asked, speeding up his tempo, riling me further into Haldir.

“I forgot.” I mumbled, fingers grabbing anything they could feel. He laughed out at my words, letting go of my throat. “Already forgetting yourself? And we haven’t even been going that long.”

“I don’t care.” I whined. Relishing in the fire in my core. “I want more. Please, give me more.”

“Of course, meleth. Everything you want.” He answered, now thrusting as deep into me as he could. I let myself completely go. Not spending one thought on anything else than being fucked. “Kiss your Commander!” Legolas ordered, and as quick as I could, I turned my head. Switching my arms from Legolas shoulders to Haldirs neck, I let myself fall into the harsh kiss of my first husband. He gripped my neck, cutting off the air from filling my lungs and I knew that he was close to coming, his actions set on tipping me over the edge one last time.

I relished in the feeling of how they filled me up to the brim.

How Legolas stretched me with every move, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

How Haldir forced himself against the rhythm of Legolas, massaging me as well.

The lush sounds they drew from me filled the room, mixing with the water splashing around us. I was a goner. Theirs, the moment Legolas decided to kiss me. That little loss of self-control he had, leading to this incredible constellation. I tapped Haldirs hand, to signal him I needed air. Desperately I sucked a breath down my throat, the sudden allowance of blood to my head, making my vision spin around. “I love you. Both of you!” I cried out, my body shaking between them and I wondered how I was still upright.

And all of that possession they had over me, fueled the heat in my core to the point I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t already burning alive. “Promise me to never leave me.” I whimpered, clenching and shivering around their cocks. “Never, nin galad. We are never going to leave you. You are our bereth and we will give you the world. By Valar, we would kill for you, if it meant you will stay safe.” Haldir growled, gripping my hair, and turning my head once more to kiss him.

I could feel Legolas bending down to suck on my breasts, a hand I couldn’t identify sneaking between my legs again, pinching my sensitive pearl softly between two fingers. I arched my back against Haldirs chest, clasping onto Legolas arms. The knot in my core now under so much tension, that he threatened to snap any moment. Of course, they knew. They always did. Holding me by my neck with a bruising grip, Haldir stopped the kiss, forcing me to look at the other man, growling in my ear: “Cum. Now!”

And I did. Screaming out in pure bliss, I shuddered in their arms. My walls rhythmically flickering around their cocks. I didn’t know if my eyes were open or not, because my vision just went black, causing me to slump against a hard chest. The last thing I felt was hot seed shooting up my holes.

The next thing I saw, was the ceiling and the bathroom faucets being painted in soft yellow lights from the torches on the wall. Slowly my senses came back to me and I could feel Haldir clean me up softly. Concentrating on the feeling between my legs, I noticed, that Legolas kneeled beside me, holding a glass of water. “Hello there, meleth.” He softly said, helping me sit up. Handing me the glass of water he watched me closely, ready to catch me again.

“You blacked out for a few moments. We cleaned you roughly and got you some water.” He filled me in, taking the empty glass from my hands, steadying my frame, when I tried to get up. But once he saw how I tried to get towards the bedroom on wobbly feet, he just picked me up, carrying me through the door and setting me down on the bed. Soon both of my husbands joined me under the sheets, securely wrapping me up between them.

[autistook]

How would the fellowship spend a day at a shopping mall? I've been thinking about this for far to much time, and I want someone else's thoughts.

FELLOWSHIP AT THE MALL

Frodo: Goes to a small tea shop and spends the whole time there, because he can't make up his mind.

Sam: Follows Frodo like a puppy, until he spots a gardening shop and buys like every possible useful tool. Glances at Merry and Pippin's activities and rolls his eyes.

Merry & Pippin: Use the tiny carousel for kids, running to ask Aragorn, Gandalf and Boromir for more coins to put in it because they are high as hell and having the time of their lives. Probably go eat junk food for cravings and most likely Pippin goes to run around a comic book store, while Merry goes to a book store to buy a stack of complex and informative books. Pippin has ice cream and accidentally drops it on the floor of a toy store, because he went there for fun.

Boromir: Mostly just sips coffee and chit chats Aragorn, keeping an eye on Pippin.

Gandalf: Spends his time groaning at high Pippin. Maybe goes to see a 3D-movie and eats popcorn with a large smirk on his face. Also goes to a book store, but avoids Merry at all costs, accidentally ending up in the toddler book section - and he sits down to read Peppa Pig or some shit - and accidentally reads the whole series because "wow how will this continue?"

Aragorn: Coffee with Boromir, keeping his eye on both Pippin and Merry. Keeps Pippin running errands for him in his hyperactive, high state. Boromir lifts an eyebrow at his schemes, to which Aragorn just shrugs his shoulders and sips his cappucino with a smug smirk.

Legolas: Wanders around body shop, smelling all the different shower gels, body creams and what not, trying all the testers and eating some, confusing the people working there. Does this for HOURS. Probably tries all sorts of donuts if there's a cafe that has them, and buys a lot of weird ass clothes for the fellowship because "wow, x would love this." Buys himself a lacy, oversized bra because he is curious. Gives it to Gimli at home.

Gimli: When he is not carrying all of Legolas' shopping bags and rolling his eyes, he can be found listening to Gandalf reading Peppa Pig - and he is so fucking into it.

Bill the Pony: Didn't get inside, even though Merry and Pippin tried to put a trench coat, sunglasses and a fedora on him as a disguise.

Thank you for this ask LMAO

[tathrin]

Oh no help, why is my brain suddenly full of an RAF (or RFC) AU where Legolas is a pilot who gets the nickname “Greenleaf” because of how lightly and acrobatically he flies (and also he should probably be Irish or Scottish so the Brits can be derisive about his “more dangerous and less wise” people hmm? ooh or Indian! doesn’t really matter as long as he wears a lot of green so the nickname makes sense lmao) while Gimli was too short for the army but is a fucking amazing mechanic and basically single-handedly responsible for how amazing this unit’s planes are and how no matter how wrecked their planes are if they can get them back to base at all he can fix them, and Legolas fell in love basically the first time he saw Gimli work his miracles with that wrench and Gimli is not in love thank you, he is very very annoyed by this chipper pilot who keeps getting holes shot in his fucking wings and he definitely doesn’t like him at all and certainly doesn’t go out of his way to tinker with Legolas’s plane all the time and make sure it’s the absolute best machine in the air oh no nope definitely not dammit and he certainly doesn’t fret every time Legolas flies off into battle or comes back with his engine smoking again that fucker oh how Gimli loathes him! until one day he finally hops out of a just-barely-landed-successfully plane that is literally on fire Legolas what the fuck you idiot and oh and he stumbles what’s wrong oh no is he hurt oh no and Gimli runs over to help him up and instead they kiss right on the runway oh fuck—!

And the whole unit has been taking bets on this forever, so Commander Strider has to come break up the fistfight between Éowyn-who-definitely-isn’t-using-her-brother’s-ID-and-the-whole-unit-doesn’t-know-she’s-secretly-a-girl-NOPE and Boromir over who now owes whom money before Boromir’s little brother, the only one in the unit who hasn’t figured out that Éowyn is a girl yet, does something stupid trying to stop his brother fighting with “the fellow” he definitely doesn’t have a crush on Boromir please—!

Strider is so tired. He didn’t sign-up for herding idiots in love, he’s just trying to win the damn war, do you lads MIND???

Lord Mithrandir is sitting in his office watching the show from the window and laughing so hard, he fucking loves his deranged pilots so much. He has pulled  so many blatant cover-ups for their hijinks, and everybody in high command knows that he’s tossing aside regulations left and right, but his units are the most successful pilots in the damn skies so nobody can do anything about it dammit. (He’s also definitely in cahoots with General Galadriel, who pulls his ass out of the fire every damn time somebody tries to bestow some kind of reprimand or punishment, and who gets regular “briefings” about his pilots that absolutely aren’t just gossip in disguise, and which she certainly doesn’t pass along to her granddaughter who’s engaged to Commander Strider, who definitely isn’t royalty in disguise, nope nope and also nope.)

[babe-bombadil]

The Company of Thorin Oakenshield On Vacation

Fili is the first to get stopped in the metal detector for carrying knives

Ori also gets stopped but that’s just because he's wearing overalls

Bifur gets stopped at the metal detector too for obvious reasons, but he just sighs and waits for Bofur to pull his doctor’s note out

Nori’s carry on bag gets stopped because his bottle of hair gel is over the 100 ml limit

Stirs up a fuss when he won’t throw it away

Balin has to step in and resolve the conflict that’s literally his job description in Erebor

Kili looks at the arrival/departure screens and sees that a flight got canceled and just immediately assumes it was theirs

Convinces half the dwarves they need to go back before Bilbo actually bothers to double check

Gandalf claims he “accidentally” booked himself in first class while all the others are in economy although he honestly deserves it after the stress of trying to get every dwarf on the plane

Gandalf also “accidentally” booked all the dwarves seats in the very back of the plane

He gets a Thorin Glare™ when they figure this out

Kili claims he needs to sit by the window so he doesn’t get nauseous but really he just likes to look at the clouds (and stars!)

Oin is out COLD before the plane even takes off

The others pretend not to be jealous he can fall asleep so easily

Bombur usually falls asleep quickly but makes sure to stay awake because he’s excited for the free snacks is very disappointed when he realizes it’s only a tiny bag of pretzels

Gloin’s seat accidentally got switched so he’s sitting in the front of the plane next to a middle aged couple

He doesn’t care but soon gets them into a conversation about their children

Talks for hours about his own son Gimli(!!!)

The couple absolutely loves him and by the end of the flight Gloin gets invited to their daughter’s wedding

Fili reaches over and presses the call flight attendant button on Ori’s seat

Ori is extremely embarrassed and flustered when the flight attendant comes over and apologizes for bothering her so many times that it starts being awkward and the flight attendant just slowly backs away

Bilbo reads a book for the entire flight like the nerd he is

Bofur nearly gets kicked off the plane after trying to start a group song doesn’t understand why the other passengers wouldn’t join in

Dori claps when the plane lands

FIli and Kili join him as a joke and start cheering loudly

Dwalin hits the back of their seats but can’t do much more because security’s been watching him since he arrived

Thorin has the darkest circles under his eyes because this man has MAJOR insomnia

Tried to fall asleep the entire 10 hour flight and only got 5 consecutive minutes also couldn’t sleep the night before

Is officially in his Grumpy Cat Era™ because he hasn’t slept in 36 hours and is dealing with a LOT of travel stress

Falls asleep in the car on the way to the hotel

There aren’t enough seats in the rental car so they just stuff Fili and Kili in the trunk don’t worry it was their idea

Bilbo is driving

Gandalf tried to be the driver but his drivers license was revoked years ago

Balin tries to tell the company about cool landmarks they pass on the way to the hotel but everyone is so tired no one responds

He doesn’t seem to notice and will continue giving a history lesson the entire drive

Bilbo runs over a pothole and Fili and Kili hit the ceiling with a loud THWACK

No one bothers to check on them until they get to the hotel sorry not sorry

Bonus:

Thranduil and Legolas are the ones who wear full suits to get on an airplane Legolas tries to get out of this but is told he will be disowned if he wears sweats

They are also the kind of people who will get off of a 15 hour red eye looking fresher than a daisy

Have to avoid paparazzi in the airport

They bring Tauriel with them for crowd control

Can definitely afford a private plane but don’t get one because of the high carbon emissions remember elves are the biggest tree huggers

[torchwood-99]

LOTR Cast and Horror Films Headcanons

Gandalf: Finds horror films boring, only because they’ve yet to make one that can scare him. His friends are on a never ending crusade to find a horror flick, whether it be gory, ghostly, psychological or just plain sick, that will scare him, but nothing leaves an impact. The closest any film got to succeeding was The Human Centipede, and even there he was just mildly grossed out by. He does like to watch art house, avant garde horror, preferably made in black and white, and watch them while getting high.

Aragorn: Loves a wilderness horror, or one set in extreme environments, like The Thing. He’s hard to scare, and will happily watch The Blair Witch Project the night before going on a two week camping trip. Is the one to keep reminding everyone else “it’s only fiction, it’s only fiction.”

Sam: No. Just doesn’t do them. Is the one with his eyes shut, asking “is it over yet?”. His friends mildly tease him for it, not because he’s afraid, but because he’s the first one through the door when someone’s in trouble, whatever the danger, but is too spooked to watch a scary film. Sam explains  will be brave when he has to be. He doesn’t choose to be brave for fun. 

Frodo: Doesn’t watch horrors all that much because he knows Sam doesn’t like them, and would rather watch something they can all enjoy. Has no particular objections to horrors in themselves, and can appreciate a well made horror, but has a dislike for Friday the 13th and Halloween, as he’s got a thing about cursed dates. 

Merry & Pippin: Talk a big game, have all the memorabilia, insist on watching the goriest, grizzliest, nastiest films going. Spend the entire time with their eyes shut, and have to sleep with the lights on afterwards. Spend a bloody fortune on snacks at the cinema.

Boromir: Insists on having Merry and Pippin sit on either side of him, so he can wrap his arms around them. Is the one who annoys everyone else by pointing out all the mistakes the heroes make. His favourite horror moment is the chainsaw hand in The Evil Dead. 

Legolas: Turns his nose up at “pop” horror. Insists that “elevated” horror films aren’t really horror, like, they’re “horror” but they’re not “horror horror”, and feels the need to justify his love for any horror film by talking about its sophisticated themes and motifs. Gets a lot of popcorn and cushions thrown at him. 

Gimli: Likes a good slasher, especially if there are axes involved, but any sort of tool turned weapon will do. Is an unashamed horror fan and is the first to knock Legolas off his “elevated” horror high horse. Makes his own horror prop replicas, and is big into cosplay. 

Faramir: Not the biggest fan of the films himself. They don’t scare him to the same extent they do Sam, but he doesn’t find them pleasant to watch. He’s into old black and white romances, biographical movies, adaptations of classic novels (though he will spend the entire time picking out the inaccuracies) and yes, the odd musical. However, he does have a soft spot for films with badass final girls. Will sit through all night slasher gore fests to make Eowyn happy.

Eowyn: Loves them. Loves them, loves them, loves them. Has always loved them and always will. Was the one to watch way too mature horrors behind Theoden’s back as a little girl. If Eomer had a sleepover she’d watch through a crack in his bedroom door, and if there was something showing at the cinema she’d get in by buying tickets to a kid’s film. Sometimes had to get into Theodred’s bed if a film gave her nightmares, but never admitted it was because she was scared. (Theodred knew, but he’d play along.)

As an adult, like Merry and Pippin, she talks a big game. Unlike Merry and Pippin, she lives up to it. The gorier, the better. She watches the final girls at the climax, drenched in blood and screaming, going at their tormentors with a kitchen knife, and thinks “God I wish that was me”. One anniversary, Faramir surprised her by coming to bed in the Jason mask and nothing else.

That said, the more psychological horrors, horrors in domestic settings or focussing on mental health and dysfunctional families (like Hereditary and Smile) really get to her, and she will only watch them with Faramir next to her, and has to watch something funny afterwards as a palate cleanser. 

Eomer: Can’t be arsed with “elevated” horror, calls it slow, pretentious bullshit. Thinks a horror is a copout if there isn’t an explosion of blood and guts in the first five minutes. Gets into constant arguments with Legolas over this, to the point they can go weeks refusing to be in the same room as each other. As a kid was stricter than Theoden about keeping Eowyn from watching scary films, was a bit out out when he found out that Eowyn had a stronger stomach for gore than he did.

Arwen: Isn’t fazed in the slightest. Can watch that scene in The Human Centipede without blinking, then get herself a bowl of chocolate pudding and ask if anyone else wants some. 

[wintfleur]

who is one of stella's celeb crush?

who is a fictional character Stella had a crush on growing up?

what artist has Stella been listening to lately?

who is her girl bsf?

out of all of Quinn's teammates, who are her fav and who is someone she wants to get closer to?

what brother is she cuddling when they have a sibling movie night?

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( awe thank you for sending in the questions nonnie , i miss talking about my favorite girl )

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

ᡣ𐭩 Austin butler has been one of her celebrity crushes since she was little and saw him for the first time in Hannah Montana , her crush on him only grew stronger over the years , and she still very much has a crush on the handsome actor !

ᡣ𐭩 please stella is known for having crushes on lots of characters . . . She just has a lot of love in her heart okay 😭 she had a really big crush on Legolas from lord of the rings & the hobbit . . . they are some of her favorite movies ! And I mean like come on . . . It’s Orlando bloom.

ᡣ𐭩 Stella has honestly had the album ‘HIT ME HARD AND SOFT’ by Billie Eilish on repeat lately , her favorite song is CHIHIRO and BLUE . she’s also been listening to a lot of Txt !

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ᡣ𐭩 Stella is the closest to Elias and brock , but she’s honestly close with all of quinn’s teammates , They all love her !! She wants to become closer to the younger guys and the newer trade players !

ᡣ𐭩 it’s honestly all of them tbh , but it’s mostly Quinn !! Jack is a avid movie talker so they talk to much when they sit next to each other , she ends up getting a sugar high sitting next to Luke because of all the candy he snacks on , so Quinn is the perfect person to cuddle with while watching a movie , he’s quite , warm , and ends up falling asleep .

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[magicinavalon]

Firelit Aralas

A Collaboration I did for @aralas-week Day 1! This art illustrates a scene from @queerofthedagger's incredible fic, The First Step Was a Stumble, which you can find here!!

And so he waits a week for Legolas to ask, and then another one. October bleeds into November and the nights become biting, urging them all to huddle close together around the fire, to find abandoned hunting lodges whenever they can and lie pressed together in the main room to preserve warmth. More often than not, Aragorn finds himself beside Legolas, finds himself sleeping with Legolas’ arm thrown over his hip, with his face pressed into the gold-spun hair. The first snow falls, and Legolas shoves half of it down Aragorn’s back as if they are children, and Aragorn burns so brightly that he thinks it must rival Sauron himself. He tackles Legolas into the snow, a little too pleased when Legolas twists and fights beneath him without success, and then he drags them both in front of the fire of the little hut they are currently staying in, heats them up some wine, and finally tells him. The words feel twice as sharp as they sit there, in loose tunics and with damp hair, the idea of losing this an incomprehensible beast, but— But. Legolas deserves to know. Aragorn wants him to know. Legolas tilts his head and listens, and once Aragorn is done, he sits in silence. “Well?” Aragorn finally asks, when he can bear it no longer. Legolas holds his gaze, one, two, steady. Eventually grins, a soft quirk of his mouth, and says, “Well. If you expect me to start calling you Your Highness now and stop shoving snow down your clothes, I hope you are ready to be disappointed. You do just make the funniest noises when you are trying to crawl out of your skin and fight me at the same time.” Aragorn stares, his heart hummingbird-fast inside his chest. Something unravels and settles alongside it and he finally laughs, knocks their shoulders together, and ignores the warmth that burrows into him like something long-sought and sacrosanct.

[kylobith]

LotR Week - Day 7 (17th Dec) - Happy 20th anniversary to The Return of the King!

free prompt

Word count: 2,155

Like every year, it is movie night and everybody participates in one way or another.

Sam busies himself in the kitchen, wearing his apron over his clothes, tidying up while his stew cooks on the stove so there would be little clutter left to clean up once the evening has been enjoyed. Éowyn offered her help but was kindly distracted by Aragorn and Faramir at once, who suggested that she prepare the plates of snacks instead. So, happy to be included anyway, she stands at the little table set up in the corner of the kitchen and lays out cubes of cheese and other finger food on several plates, planting little sword-shaped picks into them so nobody would pick the food with their own fingers. Blissfully captivated by her task, a wide grin upon her face, she ignores the hidden high-five that her husband and the man she once thought she loved share in her back.

Counting the seats to ensure that everybody has the perfect and comfortable spot for them, Frodo clicks his tongue and rearranges some of the chairs. As Merry crosses the room to bring clean hand towels for the bathroom, he halts him and asks him to bring another chair from the library once he is done hanging the towels beside the sink.

Standing atop a stepladder — although she hardly needs it — Arwen hangs fairy lights above the windows, asking Pippin whether they are straight enough before taping them, with the Hobbit cutting off strips and handing them to her. Once every window is ornamented, she climbs down the ladder and folds it, letting Pippin carry it back to the closet in the corridor. Then, she hastens to put candles in their holders all over the place for the perfect atmosphere.

Sitting on the only rocking chair they could put their hands on, Gandalf smokes his pipe with a wide grin. Everybody agreed that he should sit down and enjoy his night, and he planned to do exactly that. He observes the lively house buzzing with activity with a smile, content to see everyone working together to make this movie night unforgettable, as always. While Aragorn brings the plates over to the table once Éowyn is done preparing them, the old wizard keeps his staff in hand, glaring at Pippin every time that he comes too close to them. He will not have him steal any of the delicacies before the night has even started, thank you very much.

Merry returns to the kitchen after adding the chair requested by Frodo to the living room.

‘Towels are up, Sam,’ he says, burying his hands in his pockets. ‘What can I do next?’

‘I think we should be alright by now,’ the cooking Hobbit replied, stirring the stew with a satisfied grin. ‘Have you swept the hallway too?’

‘As requested, yes. By the way, why are you cooking a stew for movie night? I doubt anyone will feel like eating that.’

‘Nonsense! Every night is good for stew. You’re just jealous you can’t cook one as delicious as this one. Oh, by the way, are the ales ready?’

Merry thinks for a moment and nods.

‘They are, but I will add some to the fridge just to be safe.’

‘Thanks.’

The doorbell rings, heralding the first guest’s arrival. Faramir opens the door and instantly opened his arms to embrace his older brother.

‘Welcome, Boromir,’ he chimes, patting his back. ‘You are the first one to arrive!’

‘Éowyn threatened to slit my throat if I arrived late, so I did not have much of a choice.’

‘Ah, you know how she gets. Come in, let me take your coat.’

As Faramir hangs Boromir’s coat on the rack and closes the door, Boromir waves at the company, holding up a pack of fresh ales. Merry takes the cans from him, enthusiastically greeting him and showing him to Frodo, who guides him to his assigned seat. The newcomer sits down and begins to chatter with Gandalf, exchanging pleasantries and catching up with each other.

Soon after, Legolas and Gimli arrive, all smiles and hand in hand. Their cloaks are gracefully taken by Faramir once more, and they step inside the living room.

‘I brought Lembas bread,’ Legolas announces with pride, placing the leaf he has wrapped them in on the table along with the other snacks.

‘A whole Elvish culinary culture, yet it is always Lembas bread he brings to everything,’ Gimli groans behind his boyfriend’s back to Boromir.

Éowyn throws a glance at the clock on the wall and grunts.

‘They are late. Unbelievable.’

‘That is quite alright,’ Gandalf laughs. ‘The Rohirrim are never late, nor are they early.’

‘Yes, yes, they arrive precisely when they mean to, I have heard that before.’

‘No. They are terrible when it comes to time management.’

The old wizard’s playful remark triggers a chuckle from Éowyn, enabling her to relax after having insisted for days that everybody come on time for the film. She warned them and yet they do not bother respecting the time given to them. It is their loss, she thinks to herself. There is nothing more that she can do.

Sam peeks into the living room to ensure that everything is in order. Taking off his oven mittens, he admires everybody’s work with glee.

‘Well, I see that we are still missing four people. Ah, well, they are all supposed to bring something, so… You can already have a nibble, but do not go overboard. Especially you, Merry and Pippin!’

‘We would not dare!’

‘Don’t worry, Sam,’ Gandalf reassures the busy Hobbit, ‘I am keeping an eye on them.’

Sam nods and disappears into the kitchen again. At the same time, another guest announces their arrival through the ringing of the doorbell. When Faramir answers it, Arwen gasps with joy and trots up to her father to embrace him.

‘Ada!’

Elrond grins and lifts his daughter as he presses a kiss to her temple.

‘I apologise for the delay, little star,’ he says, gently patting her cheek. ‘Somebody parked their horse in the worst way possible outside.’

Before Faramir can close the door after the Elven lord, somebody pushes it open, nearly sending it crashing against his nose.

‘Sorry, sorry, I’m here! Rang at the wrong house.’

Out of breath and his golden hair dishevelled, Éomer has no coat to hand to his brother-in-law. The latter, however, instantly leans in to whisper to him.

‘Steer clear of your sister if you want to make it out of here alive.’

‘Ah, let her skin me. Not the first time.’

Before his sister stumbles upon him and scolds him, the Rohir opens a box of store-bought doughnuts and puts it on the table, compromising on a spot with Elrond, who has come with some Elven pastries for everyone to enjoy. Since some of the guests have already started to eat, they already pick something to nibble on. Aragorn lifts one of the swords carrying a piece of cheese, but before he can tuck it between his teeth, Arwen snatches it and holds it up teasingly.

‘Hey, that’s mine!’ he laughs, taking her by the waist.

‘If you want it, come and claim it.’

‘Mh. I could retrieve it by force, but it is not this day.’

And so, she throws the cheese into her mouth, giggling as Aragorn comes to place a tender kiss upon her rosy lips. Meanwhile, Frodo starts gathering the guests and showing them to their assigned seats and chairs, explaining his choice but allowing them to switch at any time. Pippin walks around asking what everybody wants to drink, acting like a waiter while Merry fetches the beverages that his cousin requests.

Théoden arrives shortly after, carrying the best wines that Rohan has to offer. Éowyn takes him by the hand and leads him to a comfortable armchair, while Pippin comes to tend to him, offering him something to eat. The king of Rohan decides to share a bottle of wine with Elrond and Gandalf as they watch Frodo pacing up and down.

‘There is something missing. But I forgot what it is.’

‘Some actual Elven food, maybe?’ Gimli grunts, eyeing Legolas before following Merry to help him carry a large cool box to the living room, so every drink will be easy to reach.

As Frodo regards Legolas quizzically, the latter whispers:

‘Have you learnt nothing of the stubbornness of dwarves?’

‘But it is the eleventh event in a row that you bring Lembas bread.’

‘It is consistent food, does not require a lot of preparation, does not take up much space… It is the perfect choice.’

The Hobbit nods with a dubitative expression, before patting him in the back. He circles around the table and observes the decoration again, the coats on the rack, the seats he has assigned on his list… Oh. There is one vacant, with no name assigned to it.

Behind him, Sam claps his hands and everyone hurries off to their seat. Boromir sits on the end of the couch beside his brother, playfully rubbing his knuckles against Faramir’s scalp, holding him in a gentle headlock and laughing. Éowyn sits next to her husband and pats the space next to her to invite Éomer to join them.

Éomer grumbles and sits down with his arms crossed.

‘You two lovebirds better not snog the entire time,’ he groans. ‘It is sickening.’

‘Oh, shush.’

The three elders sit around each other, while the four Hobbits plan to sit on cushions on the floor, preferring the cosiness of the set-up to the mismatched chairs. On the right side, Gimli and Legolas sit beside each other, with the dwarf discreetly biting a piece of Lembas bread that he will never admit to having consumed to Legolas, who reclines into his chair with a cup of wine in his hand. Next to them, Aragorn and Arwen take their seats, bringing them closer together so they can cuddle while watching the film.

Sam serves everyone a small cauldron-shaped bowl of stew, much to their surprise, but nobody criticises the choice. They all gladly devour the beef, potatoes and vegetables while Pippin makes the (very) questionable choice to alternate between a spoonful of the sauce and a lick at a ring pop on his finger. While he tastes the candy, a screech resonates against the window from outside.

Two wide blue eyes ogle the Hobbit’s treat.

‘Preciousss?’

Before anybody has time to react, Faramir closes the blinds in Sméagol’s face.

Frodo is still confused. He counts everything on the table again, the number of seats that he planned for. There is still somebody and something missing.

When the doorbell rings, Frodo rushes to welcome the last guest. All smiles and carrying two wide salad bowls full of popcorn, a young man with long, dark blond hair appears.

‘Hi, sorry that I am late.’

‘Théodred!’

Éomer is beyond relieved to see his cousin at the door. He makes some more space between himself and his sister for him to sit.

‘There is no movie night without popcorn,’ Merry coos. ‘Alright, I believe that everyone’s here and we have all the snacks in the world!’

‘Indeed,’ Sam grins. ‘Everybody sit down.’

Théodred hugs his father and bypasses the Hobbit, careful not to step on them as he walks past them on his way to the couch. He settles between his two adoptive siblings and gladly accepts wine from Sam.

‘I am glad that you are here,’ Éomer whispers to him. ‘That way I won’t have to see Éowyn and Fari making out the whole time.’

‘Don’t be an arse, ‘Mer,’ Théodred sighs without even casting a glance in his direction, watching Aragorn switch on the TV and browse a whole catalogue of films until he finds the right one.

Sam switches off the light before sitting down, plunging the living room into darkness, if not for the many candles and fairy lights carefully laid out by Arwen. Aragorn selects the film and it starts to play.

‘Ah, The Return of the King!’ Legolas exclaims joyfully. ‘Excellent choice.’

‘I can’t wait to see Boromir die again!’ Pippin cackles, earning a loud ‘Hey!’ from the concerned party.

Merry leans closer, munching one of Elrond’s pastries.

‘It’s not in that one, Pip.’

‘Oh.’

As the title screen appears, Arwen leans on her elbows, resting her chin in the palms of her hands and staring fondly at the television.

‘Twenty years. Can you believe it?’

‘Time flies, that is for sure,’ Théoden grins, raising his glass before sipping his wine.

‘Unbelievable,’ Gimli scoffs, realising how long it has been since it all happened. ‘Do you think that there is someone out there who enjoys our adventures as much as we did?’

There is a long moment of silence, only disturbed by the film’s music. Frodo crosses his arms with a sullen expression.

‘Enjoy is a bit of an overstatement.’

And here we are, at the end of LotR Week. It has been an amazing challenge to write these short pieces with such vague yet inspiring prompts about our favourite characters and this trilogy that means so much to us for different reasons.

Thank you, @lotr20 and especially @southfarthing, for organising all of that. I'm definitely going to miss this event now that it's done. You have sparked such camaraderie within the fandom, connected strangers and inspired others, and it is nothing short of amazing.

Thank you to all of those who have engaged with my writing in one way or another, who have shared my works and taken the time to not only read them, but comment on them. A special shoutout to @konartiste, @emmanuellececchi, @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras, @sotwk and @meluiloth-of-rivendell for your support. You have made me fall in love with writing all over again and you have made me feel so appreciated and accepted this week! ♥

And, of course, happy anniversary to The Return of the King, a film that moves me beyond belief and that brings me so much comfort when I need it. I wish I had the time to watch it today to celebrate, but unfortunately, time wasn't on my side. So here's this little piece instead!

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 144- Exposed

Summary: The Rivendell bound group stops for a break. Thranduil and Raven clash again. She tries to help, per the request of an elven princess. Boromir tells the tale. The Elvenking has more words that Legolas disapproves of. The Prince is cornered. Thranduil has another intrusive memory. Spies are among them. Narcisse and Jo have a brief spat. A dinner and games are enjoyed, then a sensitive and shocking conversation is held. Jo feels bad. A repeated offer is made.

*Warnings* language, angst, child loss, mentions of death

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It was almost high noon as the sun shone straight above the Bruinen River that sparkled like diamonds from the glowing orbs rays. The group consisting of elves, men, a dwarf, a wizard and a dhampir traveled along the rocky shoreline, finally free of the dark realm and about a quarter of the way to Rivendell, and all were ready for a brief rest. They stopped in a large sunny clearing, soaking in the much needed light, especially Thranduil, who was in the worst of moods, for your memory was becoming a curse to him.

As Raven dismounted the great white horse, her bad leg that wasn't fully healed yet, swung under the animal, missing the ground and on her ass she went. She had never had the luxury of learning to ride a horse when she was growing up, for she never needed to since she was able to fly.

Thranduil's brow arched high as he glared down his nose at her, then he too dismounted with a graceful glide to the ground, presenting no offer of helping her to her feet.

"Do tell me...just how is it that you are of vampire and witch origin when you cannot even balance on your own two feet?"

"You seem to have forgotten that my leg was injured by that little creep who is following us by the way. Just how is it that an ancient elf king such as yourself lacks manners?" she griped as he hobbled up to her feet.

"The only one lacking comportment is you with the discourtesy of your tone to me! And yet you also lack the ability to absorb my directive regarding it!" Thranduil barked as he neared her like a prowling cat, backing her against the horse.

"King Thranduil, may I have words with the girl?" Arwen intrusively asked, sparking a swift head jolt from him in her direction.

"Prithee, it would be quite gratifying." he snarled and walked away.

"Young one. I know the King is trying at times, but I would advise you to refrain from agitating him, for it will only continue to make things unbearable for you. You can change, he will not." Arwen acutely advised.

"But he has changed, in case you haven't noticed and not for the better."

"He has and have you, for the better? Even if he were his true self, his temperament would remain the same. Come and rest for awhile. The journey is still long and treacherous."

Raven was dumbfounded at how much Arwen's words got to her. Had she changed for the better? No...and who was Raven to judge the Elvenking after all she had done. For her to even realize that though made her think that maybe she was capable of change.

She made her way to sit down and watch the others from afar all sitting together in their own little clicks. Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli in one spot, then Arwen, Elrond and Gandalf in another, Thranduil went M.I.A, and then there was Tauriel, a misfit just like her, who also sat alone.

Raven decided to go over and sit by her, for she had not spoken with her yet.

"Hi..." she simply said to the pointy eared redhead as she cautiously sat down beside her at a distance. "I...I like your hair..."

Tauriel side eyed her, then stuck her nose in the air and marched off in a huff.

Raven's eyes glowered at her as she left. "What a bitch..."

She then got up and went back to Arwen. "You see? Why do I even try?"

Of course Raven was greeted by Elrond's devilish brows and a look that could kill that instantly made her regret going over there.

"Do you know how to prepare food?" Arwen randomly asked.

"I...ummm...kinda...I mean, it was always served to me but..."

All three stared at her, Gandalf puffing on his pipe.

"Oh...no...I mean actual food food...not...humans...oh god...just forget it..."

Raven went to walk away but Arwen's words stopped her.

"There are a variety of ingredients for a nice soup in this bag. Why don't you try and make a pot for all."

"Uhhh....o...ok?? Are you serious?"

"Very much so. Everyone is hungry. I was just about to prepare it, but why don't you give it a try?"

"Al...alright."

Raven began her duty, not having a clue in the world as to what she was doing, but it was soup. It couldn't be that hard, she thought.

Aragorn and Gimli both puffed on a pipe as well, as the dwarf entertained with his jokes.

Boromir stood at a small distance from the ranger and dwarf as he started a small fire for the meal that was being prepared. Legolas stood quietly for awhile and watched, then he broke his silence.

"Boromir...my apologies for overhearing the last night but I must confess that I know of your brother's relation of the Queen. He is Josie's brother? A twin if I heard correctly? Forgive me, but...how is this possible?"

Boromir was stunned as he turned to Legolas, then glanced all around to make sure no one else could overhear that didn't know. Finally, he decided to inform the Prince of his astonishing tale.

"It was the witch..." he began.

"I did not believe it possible or even true when I was faced with the knowledge. About a year ago, Faramir and father were having an argument, over something minor, but it was enough to bring forth what was inside of Faramir that no one knew existed, not even him. I believe my father knew who and what he was though and it all began to make sense as to why he treated Faramir so poorly for most of his life."

"Denethor knew? Did he always?"

"I do not believe he did at first. He remains tight lipped on it, which is why I chose to solve the riddle myself and verify what I later learned."

"You said it was the witch? Whom do you speak of?"

"The queen's mother. It all began as I said when Faramir displayed some form of magic. I had just entered the room to find my brother levitating in the air, frightened out of his mind and pleading for me to help him. He was up so high, I had to stand on a chair to pull him down. My father was both terrified and appalled. He fled from the room as I remained and comforted my very confused brother.

Later that evening is when I learned more than I had bargained for. I had found my father, drinking himself into a stupor and speaking with a loyal servant of many years who had also been my mother's midwife. I remained unnoticed outside of the doorway, listening to the entire conversation. Fortunately, because of his impairment, he spoke of everything, and that was the only and last time he ever did.

According to what I heard, my mother went into early labor while my father and I were away. I was only ten and he would take me with him on his travels. She had another boy, but sadly, the child was stillborn. My mother was inconsolable and terrified for my father to know, feeling she failed him and that he would leave her, or even more so, that he would blame himself for not being there.

A winter carnival had been passing through that very day and one of their travelers, a gypsy named Caroline, had went into labor and needed aid. Our people took her in and my mother's midwife delivered her...twins. A boy and a girl, both of red hair. The gypsy demanded to hold the girl and wanted nothing to do with the boy. To the midwife's surprise, Caroline ordered her to her to give "the little bastard" away and to never speak of it to anyone, or she would curse her. To prove her power, the witch gave her a little display of what she was capable of. The midwife watched her own breath forcefully flow out of her mouth as she choked on it. In terror, she agreed, took the boy and ran out and never saw the redhaired woman again.

My mother had heard the baby's cries and made her way to the midwife's chambers thinking her child miraculously lived. When she revealed to my mother what had occurred, it is then that Faramir was born....and the midwife was sworn to secrecy to never reveal it to anyone, not even myself or my father. For ten years, my father was none the wiser and believed Faramir to be his son, until my mother became terminally ill. She had confessed it to him on her death bed and I will never understand why she told him. Guilt maybe? But she made him swear he would still raise him as his own and my father's oath to her is the only reason he kept Faramir with us. None of that stopped him from despising him though, for the obvious reasons, that he was not his or my mother's blood and that he was a witch, or warlock to be more precise.

Faramir was never to be told as well, but it was inevitable for it to be known as his powers peaked last year. About a month ago, his magic seemed to have done just that. He knew I knew something and demanded I tell him because father would not. He barely spoke to him as it was. I told him I would find the truth, the whole truth and not just our father's drunken version....and that's when I went searching for it to find out who this woman was. I then ended up in Lorien only days ago to speak with the Lady Galadriel. She told me the answers I sought may lie in the fountain, but she warned me of the risk. I chose to take it, for my brother, for that he will always be.

The visions of the future came as I gazed into it, washing my reflection away. It was then I saw Faramir with an ageless beautiful woman of fiery hair. They were laughing and she called him brother as they embraced. The scenery. I knew it. It was none other than Thranduil's great halls, for I saw him there too and one other of similar hair and eyes to the King, but he was no elf, but a man and the Queen called him father. I then informed Galadriel of what I saw since I knew she knew of the Elvenking better than most. She confirmed to me of who the woman was. Thranduil's Queen, Josephine and told me who her mother and father were. It was such an overwhelming moment of happiness and sadness.

I then was told I could find her in Dorwinion, for she knew I was going to look for her. Legolas, I had left to find her only hours before you arrived to gather Aragorn and Gimli. Just as I reached the borders of Lorien, I came across Gandalf and Tauriel and when they told me where they were headed and why, I then knew my vision was of truth in seeing the King, for Thranduil had been confirmed alive. I then chose to go with them and aid in the rescue of the Queen's husband. I had to do it for my brother after seeing him so happy with his sister. It told me he would come to love her and be a very important part of his life and what was important to her would matter greatly to him. Aragorn knew everything, so I knew if anything happened to me, he would make it back and tell the Queen and Faramir the truth."

"I..I understand now." Legolas replied as Boromir sat down, feeling a bit lighter in his worries now that another knew. "It makes sense now, for Josie also came into her full powers at the same time. The Seelie queen, she even told Josie that there were two others she shared blood with, one in which she had recently found, a brother, Jace. He was there, in Jareth's Kingdom but did not leave with us."

"She...she has another brother? Does that mean that..."

"No...Jace is not Faramir's brother. he is a warlock yes, but he is Jareth's son with Ravenna, an evil witch Queen."

"But Jareth is not the one the queen called father, so how are she and this Jace siblings?"

Legolas sighed, knowing he had to tell him the awful truth, but he did not get the chance.

"That is because the goblin King is Josephine's father." Thranduil happily cut in as he walked up. "Quite fitting is it not for such a woman. Not even Jareth himself cares for her."

"Then who was the man I saw that she called father?"

"Another wretched warlock by the name of Julian. Jareth's brother. She knew of only him in her upbringing. He was of light but Jareth has turned him dark." Thranduil concluded.

"Just as he has you." Legolas retorted.

Thranduil's eyes slitted at his son, then he turned back to Boromir.

"This would only mean that Jareth is also Faramir's father. Such a pity, going from one dastardly father to another."

Boromir refrained from reacting the way Thranduil had hoped he would.

"It's strange though...this Julian...his eyes...I could swear they are of Faramir's."

"Josephine's mother was a whore. It is known she slept with Jareth while she was at Julian's side. He very well could be Faramir's father and Jareth is Josephine's. I have heard of such a scenario with intimate acts being in close proximity. Twins resulting, both with different fathers. It would explain why Caroline discarded Faramir so easily. She must have known who each child's father was and she only wished to keep the child of the dark one. It is also known that she ended all of her previous six pregnancies, all of girls, because she only wanted the powerful one, the 7th daughter, Josephine. She must have known she was carrying two and kept it hidden from Julian. She then had no choice but to deliver them both, for she would not risk harming her 7th daughter by trying to dispose of the boy before he was born. I am quite surprised she did not sacrifice the child upon his birth, for a malevolent witch like Caroline is known to eat her own young. Either way, she kept the wrong child as now I am adhered to her spawn."

"As well as the other that you once despised! And now you desire her and despise the one you love and that gave you a daughter, in which you would not have if Caroline had given her up. I can hear no more of this immorality!" Legolas raged and marched off with a compressed lipped Thranduil behind him.

"Legolas!" Thranduil barked as he followed him into the forest. "Did you think my ears did not hear of your meeting with the Seelie Queen? What business do you or that woman have with her?"

"This is what you wish to speak of after all that was just revealed? and that woman has a name. One you once could not get enough of speaking. Do you even realize or care that today is her birthday?"

"That ship has since sailed but it would seem it has not for you. Today is just another day, but it also seems it is not for you. Do you think I have forgotten your desire of my...that witch? It is quite clear you still do in your bold and brave defense of her to me."

"I will not speak of that with you or I may find myself speaking to you the way you now speak to others, for I have not forgotten of you and Tauriel either and now no one else will forget it either after you enlightened everyone of it. If anyone has forgotten anything, it is you that has forgotten who you are."

Thranduil walked up to his son and stood beside him, staring out into the wilderness.

"We will not speak of this no more. It is the past and shall remain there, for it cannot be undone, but the future...that can be changed. what we will speak of is Amara. Explain to me your business with her."

Legolas knew he was now cornered and had to tell his father of her entrapment.

"She is the one who informed me of your existence and where you were."

Thranduil's eyes slithered over to Legolas, moonstone eyes meeting moonstone eyes.

"And she just offered you this information out of the goodness of her heart? For she has none. I know Amara quite well, as you know, and she does not give such knowledge without it benefiting her. Tell me Legolas, what is the price that you have paid?"

The Prince turned away from his father, for he could not look him in the eyes when he told him the cost.

"She...would not tell me your whereabouts unless I agreed to take her hand in marriage."

Legolas could hear his father's teeth grind and his eyes burning a hole right through him.

"My son will never be in union with a faerie! especially the likes of that one!"

"Adar...when we return to Mirkwood, I must or..."

"OR??"

"She was implicit of her intentions but I am certain she threatens of harm to your Queen."

Legolas expected his father to scold him for calling you that, but shockingly, he did not.

"No one coerces my son! And you! This is why you agreed to her terms?? Not to save me, but to save that dreadful witch!! If you think I have changed my son, you have seen nothing yet!"

Thranduil stormed off back through the forest, finding himself so angry, a sharp pain seared through his head as a memory of you struck him hard.

He saw himself on one knee before you on the banks of the Forest River, shirtless with a wounded shoulder from Malsin's arrow that he took to save you. Yanking out strands of his hair, he formed a makeshift ring and asked for your hand in marriage telling you that the day you were born was the most perfect of all days because it was for him and his for you. You had said yes as you cried and held your hand out for him to place the ring upon your finger. Thranduil felt the sting in his eyes of the tears he had in that moment and he told you that he would never let anyone harm you, that he put his life on it.

"aaaaaaAAAAAHHHH!!!" he squalled as he struck a bush with his sword, now realizing his anger was not of the web Amara spun around his son, but subconsciously of her threat upon you.

Raven's soup was piping hot and ready to be served. She was nervous, yet hopeful that all would like the concoction of broth, soggy lembas and herbs, for that is all she had to work with.

She even tried to be nice and took a bowl to Aragorn, who had made it well known of his dislike of her. Aragorn was a good man and even in his feelings of her, he tried to be polite and took the soup as she stood and watched him, anticipating his reaction.

The very second it washed over his taste buds, he cringed inside, for it was awful.

"It's good." he severely lied because her eyes had held so much aspiration.

She smiled excitedly and went to get a bowl for herself. As she did so, Aragorn quickly dumped it out into the rocks beside him.

Gimli on the other hand, wasn't so nice, mainly because of how she treated him back at the camp, but also because it really did taste something horrid.

"We may as well just eat salt by the spoonful." he said loud enough for her to hear him.

"W..what?? I did not put salt in there?? It is broth, lembas, some pepper and sugar for a little sweetness so it wouldn't be so bland!"

Arwen's brow lifted as she bent down and picked up the canister of the said 'sugar' that was now empty.

"Raven...child...this was salt. There is no sugar among these items."

All eyes were upon her in silence. "Oh...I...uh...I tried...well, I guess I screwed up again..."

"You can say that again!" Gimli griped.

"I..I told you all that I didn't have much experience in cooking!" she shouted and ran off to sit behind a tree and cry.

Legolas had just returned without the King and did a hard pass on the soup after witnessing all of their reactions. He then sensed something...something evil in the air.

"What is it Legolas?" Aragorn asked as he noticed the elf's concern.

He ran up to the top of some rocks so he could see out into the broad open distance.

His eyes locked onto a black cloud of something moving towards them from afar.

"What is that??" Boromir asked with frantic eyes.

Legolas soon realized what it was. The same thing that taunted he and you in Dorwinion on your way back from Narcisse's villa.

"It's Jareth's spies!!"

"Hide!!!" Aragorn shouted.

Everyone ran behind the boulder sized rocks and hid under the surrounding shrubbery as a superabundant flock of cacophonous black birds swarmed over them.

Once the sinister shadows were gone, the group got out and swiftly began packing up their things.

"We are being tracked. We need to go now!" Aragorn commanded.

Thranduil had viewed the disturbance from the trees and immediately made his way back to the horses by the river as did everyone else, finding a frightened Raven cowered under a tree.

"Pathetic excuse for a powerful immortal. On your feet, unless you wish to be dragged back to Jareth by the orcs that will soon come!"

"I...I...I..can't...." she blubbered as she peed herself at the thought of what Jareth would do to her.

"Hi!!" (Now) he snapped as he whipped his hand down to her.

Raven jumped and squeaked at his deep roar and took his hand.

"Nor-!" (Ride), the King shouted to all.

He yanked Raven up behind him and off they all raced through the forest this time, for being out in the open was now too dangerous.

 

Narcisse arrived back at his villa almost two hours later to find you in the outside dining area sipping on hot tea.

"Stephane! I was going out of my mind. Is everything alright? Is Leean..."

"Your sweet baby is fine. She is with Lola and Haldir. No need to worry my lady. All is fine."

Upon noticing his arrival, a punctual servant brought you both some wine and an appetizer plate as Stephane sat down at the table across from you, in which he quickly swallowed the vintage down. You of course, passed on the evil liquid after what it did to you the evening prior.

"It certainly don't seem fine? You look frazzled and...why did you feel the need to mention Haldir being with her?"

Narcisse smiled and scooted is arm across the table, taking your hand that you happily accepted.

"Jo, is it that odd for Haldir to spend time with Leean?"

"Well...no. It's just that...I've come to know you very well, and I can tell something is wrong. I mean, you took off with that guard like the castle was on fire and not to mention, my intuition tells me you're not being forthcoming."

Narcisse sighed and sat back. "Alright...Jo, I think it you that has not been forthcoming. Shall you tell me the entire truth of what happened when you found my horse or shall I tell it for you?"

Fuck...is all you thought. Charles must have spilled the beans.

"Well why don't you tell me what it is that you think you know."

"Josephine...." he simply said with a disappointed expression. You had come to learn that he only called you by that name when he was in a very serious mood. Still...you couldn't bring yourself to rat Garrett out even if Stephane knew.

"Alright then, since you choose to be coy. I know about what happened to the guards and I know how it happened. Keeping silent about Garrett is not helping his case, for I am having him searched for as we speak."

"What?? No! I swear to god if you or anyone harms him..."

"He will not be harmed if you give me good reason why, although I see no good reason that he came onto my lands and torched one of my men with his pyromaniac tendencies."

You flung up in a rage. "It is apparent that you aren't going to care what the reason was for you have already deemed him guilty because you despise him!"

Narcisse then stood up as well. "Jo, I have proof of what he's done but I would much rather hear it from you."

"Proof? What exactly did Charles tell you huh? Because he saw the exact same things that I did and it was not Garrett's fault!"

"Charles did not tell me anything. The cowardly other guard discreetly left a letter for me about the incident and is yet to be found."

"W..what? How is that...I saw him fall...."

"It would seem Garrett is slacking and not to mention, did you forget that the reason I was called to the castle is because two other bodies were found...one of them being the guard that you had a confrontation with in the dining hall...Jo...their hearts were ripped out. I don't know what sick game the vampire is playing but..."

"He did not do this!! He wouldn't! It is not his style!"

"He's a vampire Josephine! It is very much his style. He kills the bad ones does he not??"

"He does! and they were bad!! So what is the big deal? You should be happy that your deceitful guards were caught for it seems you have many of them! But he does not tear out their hearts nor leave them to be found! Common sense Narcisse!"

"He left the other guards did he not???"

"He...he did but...that's because he was ashamed that I saw what he did...and what he did was to protect me! Ask Charles! Your two traitorous guards were going to kill me AND your son because we caught them there with Arion!"

"Ahhh...and the truth shall set you free! You lied to me Jo! All to protect Garrett."

"I did and I would do it all over again! Those guards got what they deserved and the fact that you don't care about that part tells me of your truth! That you have wanted a reason to get rid of Garrett all along and now you have one, except that it's not justifiable! I meant what I said. If you or your men harm him, I am gone! I will hate you for the rest of my life! Take me back to the castle now!" you shouted in indignation and stormed off inside the villa.

"Jo...please...."

Narcisse knew he was now between a rock and a hard place. he then threw his napkin down and went after you.

Once inside, he found you putting your coat on and crying.

"Jo...please stay. Let's talk about this. We can work something out."

"If you will not take me, I will walk!"

"Jo, do not be ridiculous. It is too dangerous now and you do not have the pendant, remember?? Haldir does."

"The only way I will stay and that this can be worked out is if I have your word you will back your men off of him and leave him alone!! If you must know, he left for a reason and he is not coming back! So that should satisfy your vengeful little heart."

Narcisse watched you fall into the chair and cover your face as you sobbed which completely broke him in two.

He snapped his fingers at one of the guards and he promptly came over to the warlock lord.

"Take another guard with you and go back to the castle. Give Bash my orders to stand down on the search for Garrett. Proceed with caution, for there is still someone killing my guards."

The guard nodded and left, while your hands slid down from your face in shock.

"There. You see? My vengeful little heart isn't so vengeful after all."

"Just...like that...you're calling off the hunt..."

"If it keeps you from hating me and in my life, then yes. You...you mean everything to me Jo. If you just would have trusted in me to begin with..."

"But you just showed me earlier why I couldn't.."

"You're...right. I did. But I also let that other guard live because you asked me to."

"But...you knew I wouldn't want you to harm Garrett either Stephane!"

"You're right again...what can I do Jo? To fix this??"

"For starters, you can take me back to my child. This date has been ruined."

"It doesn't have to be. We shouldn't be outside for leisure, so yes, our trip will have to be discontinued, but..we can continue it here? Stay with me for a little while longer and let me show you the man I really am...and if you still want to go after that, I will take you back. Leean is safe. Haldir is staying in the room with she and Lola and you know he would never let harm come to her and the castle is on lockdown as well. Jo...I'm really trying here..."

His somber eyes stupidly sucked you right in. As much as you hated to admit it in that moment, you did care for him....and he definitely was trying like he said.

"Alright....I will stay, but only for awhile. As much as I know Haldir would die before letting harm come to Leean, I still am not comfortable with being away from her at a time like this. Not to mention, Haldir must be going out of his mind himself with worry."

"If it's of any significance, I would also die before I ever let anything happen to you or that sweet little angel."

Welp, he had you again. Right back in the palm of his hand. You knew what he spoke, he meant with every breath in his body....and every breath in yours made you cave.

"I...I know you would....and that means so much to me."

"Can...we just start over? Maybe go enjoy the dinner I have had prepared for you? It is still your birthday."

"What, you mean you did not cook it?" you grinned.

"No...that cake was a bit too tedious as it was...but...I did make sure that the courses will be to your liking. I pay attention, remember?"

"That you do."

Off you went to the private dining area with Narcisse and enjoyed a good two hours of wine, in which you merely sipped, food and talking. It was the first real meal you had eaten in awhile with all the craziness going on lately. And he was right, you definitely enjoyed the dinner which consisted of chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, salad and more cake for dessert. A chocolate one this time with a vanilla pudding center.

You spent the rest of the afternoon practicing your skills at Narcisse's archery range with him, taking all of your frustrations out on the target as you pictured Raven's face, just as you did when Garrett had helped you practice your magic at his caste. You would always blame her for Thranduil's death.

Before you knew it, you had lost track of time and dusk was setting in.

"Stephane, I really should go back. I did not mean to stay this long."

"But you did stay this long because you were actually enjoying yourself for once. I will take you if you like, but I would advise against traveling at night. If Garrett did not kill those two others, someone did and they are still out there somewhere."

"But...they are only killing your guards, or it would seem that is what they are after."

"It would seem that way, but I am not willing to risk your life to find out. Come, join me for a drink by the fire."

He went to get the wine while you waited in the study, feeling a bit nervous, for you didn't know what this night was going to hold. So many thoughts plagued your mind. Should you stay or should you risk your safety and Stephane's to get back to Leean? What good would you do her if you were dead? She had already lost one parent and would never know him. Eventually you talked yourself into staying.

Stephane came in with a smile and the wine, then poured you a glass and handed it to you.

"Please Jo, have a seat. Relax. You seem tense. Do I...make you nervous?" he asked with a little arrogant smirk.

"No??" you lightly huffed and sat down, only making him grin more.

"So...tell me more about your bother Bash? Or brothers actually since you said you have more than one."

"Well...there are three of us. Myself and Bash obviously, the other is...dead."

"Oh...Stephane I..I am sorry..I..."

"It's alright Jo, no need to apologize. We weren't close and he wasn't a good man. I tend not to speak of him much, for he had done despicable things far worse than I have ever done."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You don't have to talk about him. I know what it's like to have a sinister sibling as you know."

"Yes you do. I suppose mine was like her. She was responsible for your King's demise and my brother...he was responsible for my father's death."

"Oh..I...I thought you said that man you fought was?"

"He was. He was put up to it by my brother. Rahl, or Darken Rahl he was known by, wanted this Kingdom, but my father would never allow it, for he knew what he was and knew he would ruin it and his legacy....so my brother had him killed...and then he planned to kill me as well so he could inherit the lands....but needless to say, I got to him first....then I took care of the man that killed my father. He did it all for money, for as you saw, he was a greedy gambling bastard."

"So, this brother of yours had that kind of money? I mean, I would only assume the price something like would require."

"He did...and he had my face."

"Ok, what? Now I am confused. Did he change his image with his power? and why would he want to look like you?"

"He didn't need to change his face. Rahl is my twin...and that man used to be my friend. What a better way for him to get that man to do his dirty deed. The man knew my lands and castle inside and out and was trusted not only by me, but my father, so it was all a perfect crime for Rahl to commit."

"Oh..my god. I...I remember now, you telling me once a long time ago you had a twin. I'm so sorry, I just forgot."

"No worries Jo. I remember that conversation and it was brief, not to mention, you and I weren't on good terms then, so I would not expect you to recall that."

"Well still...you remember everything about me. Guess I just feel a little bad that I would forget something like that."

"Don't feel bad Jo. My life isn't all of that great importance....Well, it would seem I have drank all the wine. I am going to go get more."

Off he went and you could tell by his demeanor that he was now upset over speaking of something that was clearly painful for him.

About fifteen minutes went by and Narcisse had not returned. You became a little worried and went looking for him.

As you walked the foreign halls, you found him standing on a patio, staring out into the night sky.

"Stephane? Are you alright?" you asked as you crept up behind him, completely startling him in his deep thought.

He spun around and then laughed at his own reaction.

"I'm so sorry." you giggled. "I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, you didn't come back and I..."

"You were...worried about me?" he asked as if it were hard to believe.

"Of course I was, especially with all that has happened...and...because I feel that I have upset you in making you talk about something you don't like to speak of."

"Jo...no...you didn't make me do anything. I...wanted to tell you. You're the first person I have ever wanted to tell anything about my life to."

"Well...you said that your life is of no importance. That is not true. It is important to me Stephane." you sweetly said as you placed your hand upon his, in which a soft electrical current flowed through through both of you.

He glanced down at your hand and you could see it in his face, how he was not used to affection or the magic that came with your touch. You then stepped closer to him and peered up into his fire lit eyes from the dancing flames of the brazier's on the patio.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course Jo."

"Well...it is still my birthday and I would like two things, if I may?"

"Anything your heart desires is yours my lady."

"Kiss me."

His eyes widened, then softened as they smiled at your unexpected request. Slowly, he placed his free hand on your cheek and leaned down. Your heart was racing as he neared your lips, then they united with yours so tenderly. Your lips parted, taking his mouth in fully, tasting the succulent mixture of wine and peppermint on his tongue as it softly touched yours. A slight moan escaped him as he tasted you back while inhaling your cherry scent through his nose.

You ended the kiss to his dismay, but with a a sensual smile.

"Well now. That was quite nice. So...what is the other thing you wish for my lady? I hope it is not for me to teach you to fly."

His grin was so alluring. Your hand was still upon his as you simply stated your next request and then you walked inside.

"A bath..."

@redeemer46

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LotR Musical: round 2

This is just a stream of consciousness, and I won't pretend it's a review or anything, it's just extra thoughts I had the second time I saw the musical. This is from September 20th, I've also just posted my notes on 4th October's show

Pre-show

Picked up friends along the way - we were all cloakèd this time! I saw Kelly and told her I loved her Instagram takeover!

Sadly raining, But! The pre show was still done, just indoors!! Met and chatted to Legolas, and Bilbo, and LOBELIA and I gave her a SPOON. Loved that they came upstairs to talk to us, it was well done for what is clearly a back up option. They still had fun dancing and playing hoopla etc downstairs on the stage

New cast member joined literally last week (Zara Naeem) and she just looks so natural and like she's always been there! R described Rosie as "the most wonderfully hobbit like person" (round face, amazing hair, and sheer energy at Bilbo's party)

I really love the ringle dance at the beginning, I think I am even more impressed by it and how tight everyone's choreo is because they're mostly dance moves I know from ceilidhs etc. Also very fun and not sure if intentional or just in character that someone in one of the 5 hand stars ended up facing the wrong way

I absolutely love knowing who they all are now. Aragorn and Arwen were dancing together!! And Pippin is often in the background of the next few scenes, playing her mandolin. I am now so much more cognisant of the foot tap greeting like I loved it last time but now I know how it's done I'm obsessed

Bilbo introduces the story with the “tell us a story” but it's clearly meant to be self-deprecating. Bilbo disappeared into the carved doors, and there's entire smoke, lighting and sound effects that don't happen outside that make it magical in a different way!

Act 1

I'd forgotten that after the party Frodo just... stands by himself in Bag End for a bit. He's burning papers - I wonder why. Just standing and thinking to himself - sings "road flow past your doorstep". Sam comes in, has a chat, then Rosie enters as well, and they're off to the ivy bush (apparently a phrase meaning ‘in secret’??). They are clearly inviting Frodo along, and Frodo is clearly not wanting to third wheel them, but as E said, they are trying to make it obvious that this is a tricycle, Frodo! He doesn't go with them. They foot tap goodbye. 

Frodo carries on reading things, then hides what he's reading when Gandalf knocks...?? Frodo protecting Sam from Gandalf is very cute and also gorgeous parallels to Sam protecting Frodo from Gollum just before mount Doom

Sam packs Mrs. Bracegirdle's plum cake - this man is always thinking of rations unlike anyone else in the entire musical (also E did eventually come to like Mrs. Bracegirdle's ever growing bakery but was at first incensed because "Bilbo makes his own plum cake!")

I love Merry and Pippin. So much.

The elves' lighting is just gorgeous and wonderful and I love how obvious the elf moments are and the clear differences between Rivendell elves and Lothlorien elves, and that Legolas is different again from both of them (it helps with important character status but also that Mirkwood (the northern forests) is a different group of people). However. We couldn't see the elf speaking to Frodo for shit (too high up). Sitting at the back of the balcony was definitely better for comfort but we did miss anything high on the back of the stage

I LOVE Saruman's line "a Dominion of light"

E pointed out that no one has mentioned that Hobbits are a different species yet. Barliman's opening different doors is absolute nonsense if you don't know they're tiny. Bill Ferny being racist is helpfully telling the audience that they're not human. I loved watching so many different characters this time! I was definitely trying to see everything I could, and I loved seeing extra things, but I'm glad I'm going again so I can truly sit back and enjoy it more calmly

Glorfindel is played by Folarin, a bald black dude. Incredible. 

Arwen's song of hope is called "lullaby" in the score, so she's diegetically singing it to Frodo, whilst Aragorn watches on. At the council - the rotation is SO COOL I noticed multiple characters who spoke as they reached the point where they were facing the audience. Insane detail to do 

Star of Yarandil my beloved. Arwen's HANDS they are just ALL OVER THE PLACE. She gives each member of the fellowship a blessing, and she lingers looking at Aragorn as she goes on to bless Boromir... also the hand movements. Damn. She's casting spells/blessings with her song and hands, and the whole ensemble then picks it up as well. They're VERY precise - literally each finger is doing something different, and they all do it in unison

Holy shit quick change - the fellowship finish star of Yarandil at Rivendell with Elrond, he leaves, then comes back on practically immediately as Saruman. I continue to be very attracted to Elrond/Saruman. They both stand very upright, but they have such different affects that they're just so clearly different characters - how?!

Frodo's face. So many emotions. My god that man. Thank you Samwise - so I'm wiser than a wizard? Extremely epic burn. Gimli's song isn't long enough!! I really appreciate it but it doesn't get enough time to shine! 

The songs really aren't musical songs - no character development or plot moments or emotions boiling over into song. They're just people singing songs. Here is a song I'm going to sing you about a story that is completely irrelevant, whilst some other characters have conversations about an entirely different bit of exposition. And that's what Tolkien is all about.

Yeah, compared to Gollum's death, Gandalf's death is sadly underwhelming

The Lothlorien elves do bird calls and Legolas calls back to them!! Hurrah for the stiff necks of elves and dwarves. Why did the movie cut this. Pippin is adorable. E also thought Legolas was in love with galadriel. Musicals out of context, y'all. Loooove the bollywood dancing here. Pippin is SO in character ALL of the time. Her facial expressions and how she dances - she's followng the choreo precisely but it's still clearly PIPPIN. They all sing with their characters voices as well, which is actually i think very hard and you don't really notice it because it's so seamless, whereas it's so easy to be dragged out of the story by singing not matching speaking voice. Galadriel's songs are a bit less fun when you can only see her legs... 

No Anduin we go straight to Boromir. Realised that there's no real explanation of the ring’s power over him, he just seems like an arsehole. I think that's why it's key that Frodo is shown more obviously corrupted, otherwise there's just no reason to like him. The three hunters are so so sweet with his death. Quick stormy music afterwards, including evil piccolo we love it

Act 2

Interval, still very rainy alas. I love Gollum so damn much . Ent moot is not actually plumbing, it's specific pipes they've added. I really really liked the scene with Denethor but it just wasn't dramatic enough. Needs opulence and significant lighting and timing and stuff I think. But I like the bones of it. The *words* of a king are healing. I love the 4 of them fighting together it seems so desperate but hopeful. Fucking love Saruman dude

Now and for always is about how hobbits don't like change. In the stories, they come back from their adventures and everything goes back to the way it was. That won't really happen here. Sam sings it to Frodo when he's stressing about destroying the Ring and losing the elves. Gollum joins in the chorus whilst hanging *upside down*. It feels so meaningful when Frodo joins in

God Aragorn and Arwen"s duet is so hot, they're so in love with each other and in each other and they kiss and yesssss (but also imagine aragorn just singing the harmony to himself alone in a room somewhere)

So Frodo decides to take the ring,  runs away to shelob's lair. Shelob doesn't get enough time to shine. She's wonderful and we don't see enough of her. Also Sam's final stab is a brilliant piece of blocking but didn't even get a second to land.

Sam saves Frodo, helps him better takes the ring to stop his burden. Isn't at all affected. Frodo wakes up, Gollum returns, they say thief, they all fight, Sam gives in and gives the ring back, then Gollum attacks. Sam protects Frodo so hard, don't talk to me or my friend ever again. God I love him. 

Wonder (again we can't see her singing) is a combo last battle build up, Mordor walking, last battle into mount Doom. Legolas and Gimli promise each other if they don't die today :) four orcs fighting. Sam hoists Frodo on his shoulders and carries him through and it has SO MUCH WEIGHT. Denethor is killed. One of the orcs is playing the trombone

Once again, I LOVE gollum's fall. Frodo and Sam put their waistcoats on as soon as they get out of the volcano before they even collapse! Aragorn fucking caresses Frodo. Our lives are forever entwined or some ridiculous romantic thing

I love Rosie!!! She's coming next time! Also who's Galadriel should she be worried

"You love the morning and my love is given to the evening" (apparently this is a Gimli and Eomer line) "But I thought we'd do it together" Fucking tear my heart out why don't you.

Sam is the aro friend when their best mate gets a girlfriend. He didn't realise what Frodo meant to him. Didn't realise Frodo didn't realise it. But I thought we'd do it together. Sing a duet and break my heart, yeah

Also now I've heard it more the dance version of now and for always is a banger 

Post-show

And then after! We spoke to Aoife! Folarin! He said that I gave Lobelia a spoon! We took a photo and he signed my art! Aaron! Peter! Matthew! Aaah!! Everyone on the train home is still insane about it all!! Hobbit step goodbyes!!

[emathevampire]

my friend sent me this dilemma in the group chat the other day, and i have to say… i’m picking 9. i’m gonna have so much fun pranking everyone on the rest of the plane before the balrog inevitably hijacks it as a result of something pippin did while we were out of our seats, and nearly kills us all (thanks gandalf).

will it be insufferable sitting in front of aragorn and arwen? probably. but it could be worse. we could be behind them. and you KNOW none of us are staying in our seats the whole flight, we’re gonna collectively migrate to 10 to bother gandalf and sam and boromir and just generally be bastardous little gremlins. That said, my rationale (which I was asked for as our group chat’s local LOTR expert) is as follows…

Balrog. This foe is beyond any of you. Do not sit here. I can only assume things are chill until Pippin does SOMETHING to set the balrog loose from these presumably god-tier seatbelt-plot-devices keeping all the bullshit contained.

Treebeard. EXCEEDINGLY chill, if you like poetry.

Frodo. This could either be very chill, or ZERO chill, depending on where you are in the journey. The pro play here is to trade seats with Sam. I mean really what kind of monster separated these two.

King Theoden. If it wasn’t for literally everything going on AROUND this seat, it would probably be okay.

Éomer. Again, if not for everything going on AROUND this seat, this would be one of the best in the house.

Boromir is going to die before this flight is over unless you somehow kill the Uruk-hai sitting next to him.

In the middle of Galadriel and Sauron??? I haven’t even read the Silmarillion yet and I know better than to sit here.

Aragorn and Arwen are going to be making out and crying about it the whole time. 0/10, do not sit here, they won’t even ask you to join.

Merry and Pippin. You are about to get SO high and have the BEST time, until they decide to steal Gandalf’s fireworks and set them off mid-flight.

Sam and Gandalf. I hope you like gardening and tall tales. Objectively one of the best seats in the house for real, I love Sam, but I’d rather be menacing him from seat 9.

Legolas and Gimli. They will be arguing over you like an old married couple the entire time. You don’t want to get involved, but they’re GOING to get you involved.

Lord Denethor and Faramir. Depressed idiot bastard who thinks he’s king, and his abused neglected son. I would only pick this seat for the opportunity to KILL DENETHOR. 🔪🔪🔪

The Witch King and Eowin. Do not sit here, unless you are no man and can help her kill this nazgûl bastard. As a genderfluid person, there’s like, at least a 25% chance at any given time that I might not qualify, so, sorry bestie but also? I know you’ve totally got this.

The King Under The Mountain. Are you Aragorn? No? And he’s distracted making out with Arwen? Don’t sit here.

Galadriel’s husband?? I don’t remember his name. It’s been a minute. This is probably fine though so long as you’re cool with Galadriel.

Lord Elrond. He’s cool, but probably busy glaring at Aragorn from across the aisle.

17. Uh. Well. That’s… Literally All Of The Nazgûl. What can I really say, except… You’re fucked, man. Do not sit here.

Though I’d be lying if I said my brain didn’t immediately pull this post up out of the abyss upon seeing the placement of Seat #17.

[airasilver]

I am loving and laughing at alot of these theories. There are like only two I had heard before so I’m liking learning new fan theories.

Reddit user u/froggysayshello asked, "Movie buffs of Reddit, what is your favorite fan theory for any well-loved and popular movie?" and people had A LOT to say.

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Here are the best replies:

1. "In Lord of the Rings, Frodo doesn't know Legolas's name. He never once says it. In the end scene where everyone runs in to see Frodo in the hospital, Frodo yells out everyone's name in excitement as they come in...except for Legolas, who he just stares at smiling. Then Gimli walks in, and Frodo's back to it yelling, 'Gimli!'"

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—Grouchy_Cat8054

2. "Napoleon Dynamite is what poor people are like in the Wes Anderson universe."

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—natelopez53

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3. "In the 2002 live-action Scooby-Doo, the gang was able to smuggle Scooby onto the plane because they’re in an alternate time line where the TSA was never invented because 9/11 never happened."

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—sometimes-i-say-stuf

4. "Sandy Olsson dies on the beach at the beginning of Grease, and Danny is her guide to the afterlife. As she is dying, she is imagining the senior year she never got to have at Rydell High and how her relationship with Danny would have played out. It ends on the last day when Danny takes her into the afterlife via the flying car."

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—DrHowardCooperman

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5. "Shrek didn't actually have a name, so he made one up on the spot when Donkey asked him."

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—I_might_be_weasel

6. "Wall-E killed all the other Wall-Es in the city for spare parts."

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—giantvoice

"I thought that the other robots were too dirty, so they couldn't charge using the solar panels. Therefore, Wall-E used them for spare parts?"

—MettatonNeo1

"So they were 'asleep,' and he harvested their 'organs' like a psychopath instead of cleaning their solar panels. Diabolical!"

—SierraSeaWitch

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7. "Palpatine used Padme’s life force to keep Vader alive, and that’s why she dies — not from sadness."

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—chesterforbes

8. "The Machines are the good guys in The Matrix. If you watch The Animatrix, you see that the Machines tried to be democratic members of society, but the humans wouldn't let them so they created their own country. The humans then wage war against that nation. The Machines at any time could make the planet unlivable for humans, but they never do."

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"The humans actually have the bright idea to block out the sun because the Machines are primarily solar powered. The Machines convert to nuclear and win the war against humans. THEN they start plugging humans into the Matrix, an inferior source of energy to nuclear. I believe the Machines put the humans in there to keep them safe from the hellscape they created.

They never truly eradicate the humans that have escaped the Matrix, just keep them powerless enough to protect themselves. The Machines even ally with the humans against Agent Smith — an alliance the Machines readily accept because they always wanted to get along with humans. They call off the attack on Zion, thereby ending the cycle of destruction and rebuilding. They have no reason to honor Neo's terms after he dies, but they do because they wanted peace all along."

—NucularRobit

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9. "Bill didn’t die at the end of Kill Bill. Both he and Beatrix knew that the five point palm exploding heart technique was fake. Using it on him was Beatrix’s way of saying 'if you play along and play dead, I’ll just take my daughter and go.'"

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—Rhodie114

"Which is why she's crying in the bathroom saying 'thank you' afterwards. Also, during the credits when the names are being crossed off, Bill's name isn't crossed off."

—EMI326

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10. "Peter Dinklage plays the same character in both Death at a Funeral movies. He's a conman who tried the same scheme on two separate families."

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—AverageJoeDynamo

11. "Glinda is the actual villain of The Wizard of Oz. She knew the whole time that Dorothy could go back home. But after Dorothy defeated one of her rivals (the Wicked Witch of the East), she sent Dorothy off to defeat her other two rivals (the Wizard and the Wicked Witch of the West). By the time Dorothy leaves Oz, Glinda is the only powerful ruler left."

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—mercfan3

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12. "Heavyweights is a prequel to Dodgeball. Tony Perkis = White Goodman."

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—drunkpilot2

13. "The Terminator wasn't the first pass through the timeline, and John Connor deliberately chose his own father to give himself a better chance."

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—Astramancer_

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14. "George McFly figured out Marty is his son in Back to the Future. Marty calls him dad a couple of times, the Van Halen tape he uses to 'torture' George is probably something that Marty listens to often (so adult George notices the similarities), and Marty is oddly specific about the rug accident at the dance. Plus, that look George gives Marty at the end of the first movie seemed like it said 'thanks for helping me, son; I love you, enjoy your new ride.'"

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—JimGitara

"George HAS to eventually realize that his son looks exactly like that random dude who appeared out of nowhere when he was a teenager, then disappeared after basically helping him get his life together. So, he must know it's either time travel, or he's spent a lifetime constantly asking himself 'did my wife cheat on me with that random guy from high school?'"

—Honestnt

15. "Genie from Aladdin was secretly saving Aladdin's wishes for himself so he could try to gain his freedom."

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"Wish 1: Aladdin says 'Genie, make me a prince.' It's later revealed he is not a real prince.

Wish 2: Genie wiggles Aladdin's lips and pretends he's telling Genie to save his life."

—AVX-768

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16. "All the main characters in Ghostbusters died at the end of the first movie when they crossed the streams. The sequel takes place in purgatory as each character works through their own personal issues."

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—lukin187250

17. "The movie Batman & Robin was actually an in-universe movie made by people living in Gotham City."

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—Mr--Imp

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18. "The Mad Max movies all tell the same story. Max is a mythological figure in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, who in reality was maybe once a cop or something similar as society was breaking down. However, as younger generations lose more and more of a connection to society pre-collapse, subsequent generational retellings of the story have verged away more wildly from the truth."

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"The bones of the story are that he is a man stricken by grief who adopts a small community in need and fights off a gang of vehicular maniacs but does not remain with them in the end."

—WhapXI

19. "Snowpiercer is a sequel to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory."

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—Fluid-Ideal-7438

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20. "Chris Pratt’s character in Jurassic World is the little kid from the original Jurassic Park who said raptors are just big birds."

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—littlebigfat_

21. "Dominic Toretto was put into a coma at the end of The Fast and the Furious when he flipped his car, and everything that’s happened since has been his coma dream. At the end of the final movie, he'll wake with Mia, Letty, Vince, and Leo (sorry, Jesse really is dead) and a CGI Brian around his hospital bed as “See You Again” starts playing."

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—Dancingedleslie

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22. "Se7en is set in pre-Batman Gotham."

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—hkiani

"David Mills is driven mad by the entire ordeal and eventually becomes the Joker. As a former detective himself, David becomes obsessed with the Batman, and the rest is history."

—Honestnt

23. "Yoda speaks the way he does because he's so old that the rules of modern grammar are different from when he was younger. Correct way to speak in his day, this was."

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—SexyNeanderthal

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24. "Remy in Ratatouille goes through a secular version of baptism. When he falls from the skylight and into the kitchen, he lands in a sink full of dishwater. The cleansing water purifies him — washes away his old country rat self — and prepares him for his new role working in a professional kitchen. He goes into the water a rat, but he emerges a chef."

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—Jameseatscheese

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Winter Forest (Legolas x f!reader) > part 1

PART 2 HERE!!!

PART 3 HERE

a/n: here it is!! I’m really happy there are still people who’d want to read this, because I do want to write it, it’s been on my mind for a while. I hope you will enjoy it, and do let me know about it 😊 please try to be kind either way, this is just something from my imagination that I wanted to share with you! 😁🌿

warnings: none, it’s mostly just wholesome stuff!

SUMMARY: [Y/N], Lord Elrond’s daughter, and sort of a wild-card, and prince Legolas form a close friendship from their earliest childhoods. This story follows significant moments between them and how their relationship progresses over time. This part happens pre-Fellowship. Slow-ish burn, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining.

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(a/n: let’s say their ages are somewhere between 5 and 9, in human years)

When Lord Elrond had meetings and duties to attend to, which was quite often, [Y/N] knew better than to disturb her father, or any of his esteemed guests. However, that meant hours upon hours of alone time, which could be quite monotonous for an elven child who was just bursting with energy.

Her sister Arwen was a much more peaceful girl, while [Y/N] was always looking for an adventure to engage in. Of course she did enjoy spending time with her sister as well, but she craved someone with more of a wild streak to keep up with her. Thankfully, a very tall elf with very long blond hair, who often had meetings with her Ada, had a son around her age, so she did not have to die of boredom. Or almost die from some unsupervised activity she recklessly chose for the day.

“Your Ada allows you to have a bow?” she gasped as Legolas, the son of the very tall intimidating guest of her father’s revealed his secret weapon. “I am still not allowed into our armory… because of a little accident,” her voice dropped conspiratorially, immediately catching all of Legolas’ attention. She was extremely interesting to him, albeit just a little odd. Legolas liked odd.

“I may own one, but it is a very small bow. The arrows are not even, sharp, look” Legolas proclaimed as he pulled out an arrow to show to [Y/N]. Her mouth was agape in wonder as she carefully touched the tip with her small finger. “What was your armory accident about?” now Legolas was the one whispering, as if afraid of their little secrets being discovered.

“I really like it,” the elven girl admitted, “I wish I had one. Now, why should I share my secret with you?” she teased, sticking her tongue out.

“I don’t know, maybe I know someone who could provide you with a bow, just like this, for you,” Legolas smirked, feeling all high and mighty. [Y/N] all but gasped in surprise and unexpected joy. Her expressiveness and energy drew Legolas to want to be around her all the time. The ideas she had were always fun, and time passed by much faster when they spent it together while their fathers had their boring meetings. Her hair was never tame like his, and she talked loudly sometimes, but she was just… warm.

“I’m afraid my Ada would find that bow really quickly, sadly,” she sighed, her small shoulders slumping in newly felt defeat. “He always finds out everything,” she muttered. Legolas nodded in understanding. “However… I was wondering,” she continued hesitantly, weighing her words for a moment, “if you could show me how to use your bow?”

[Y/N] was swinging her legs over the edge of a little wooden bridge they were sitting on, to calm her nerves, but she gathered the courage to look up into Legolas’ eyes.

She smells pretty, he thought. Like a forest in winter.

“If you’d like, I can show you my collection of really pretty rocks,” she offered in return, attempting her best charming smile, “you can even pick one as a gift. I think they are all very unique.”

“Really?” Legolas grinned, not even needing a moment to consider the counter-offer. As a little elven-prince, he greatly enjoyed pretty things from nature. Especially tokens from girls who smell pretty and have enchanting laughter.

“Of course,” she nodded excitedly, a lock of hair falling over her eyes. She giggled, got up as quickly as possible, eager to start her very first archery lesson with a rather charming and interesting elvish prince. She outstretched her hand towards the blond elf to get him up too – she was in a bit of a hurry, after all.

At that moment, Legolas decided he trusted her.

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T W O

(a/n: here they’re a bit older children, but still children. would be around 10-13 years in human years)

“Have you ever kissed anybody?” [Y/N] inquired with ever-present curiosity in her eyes. Legolas almost stopped dead in his tracks. The two were wandering around the gardens of Thranduil’s palace, looking for the tallest tree to climb. As time passed, they grew practically inseparable - it was difficult to tell which one of them lived in Rivendell and which in Mirkwood; both of them spent a lot of time in both places.

“Uh- I- where did you get that?” Legolas stuttered, slightly afraid of meeting her eyes. “And no, I have not.”

“Me neither, [Y/N] exhaled seemingly in relief. “And to answer your question, I have been reading about it in a novel I borrowed from Arwen.”

“Borrowed, or stole?” Legolas chuckled, having grown accustomed to [Y/N]’s ways and occasionally impulsive decisions. Many times she did not seem to be very alike to anyone in her family.

“Borrowed” [Y/N] gasped in mock hurt. “I much prefer stories of great adventures and majestic kingdoms, than of damsels that wait around for a prince to save them. If I had to wait around for someone, I would simply wither away over time.”

“Maybe sometimes it can be the prince who is saved at the end,” Legolas suggested, “or they both go on adventures together and end up saving each other. And the kingdom.”

“That would be grand, would it not?” [Y/N] allowed a soft smile to grace her features and her eyes met Legolas’ for just a moment. “An adventure, turned into a love story that defeats all the odds, and is a sign of hope in turbulent times.”

Sometimes, though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Legolas thought about exploring Middle-earth with [Y/N], discovering all the beauties as well as dangers. Having each other’s back through it all. Hopefully, he thought, soon they would both be grown enough and skilled enough to go off on their own. Maybe a small part of him wanted her just for himself someday. Without their fathers, tutors, and any other elf getting in the way.

“So, what do you think?” [Y/N]’s voice brought him back to reality.

“I was... I apologize, my mind was elsewhere. You asked me something?” the blond elf confessed, simultaneously hoping that [Y/N] could and could not read his mind.

“Do you think this tree is good enough? Shall we go and climb and see the view?”

“As you wish,” Legolas concluded and then inhaled sharply in a moment of unbelievable courage. “Do you want me to kiss you?” As soon as he blurted it out, he couldn’t believe his own ears.

Now it was [Y/N]’s turn to be taken aback, but within a heartbeat the soft smile on her face only widened.

“I suppose we could see what it is like.”

Legolas fidgeted with his hands, completely unsure where to go with them as [Y/N] began to lean closer into his face, her comforting scent enveloping him completely. He was just about to fully close his eyes when the girl gently bit the tip of his nose and burst into fits of laughter before taking off running towards the enormous tree that she had spotted earlier. Legolas felt his cheeks burning as he touched his nose with his fingertips, but a smile curved on his lips nevertheless. He ran off after [Y/N] in order to try and catch up with her, and somehow pay her back for her little trick. Her joyful laughter still rang in his ears – he enjoyed all sorts of elvish music, yet he found himself preferring that happy sound over anything in Middle-earth.

And not only that; he couldn’t stop thinking of how she had basically clouded his senses just by being in such a close proximity. She is really something else, Legolas thought to himself. A grand adventure.

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T H R E E

(a/n: late teenage years, perhaps? completely up to your own interpretation!)

[Y/N] winced as she fell to the ground with a thud, her right ankle twisting in an uncomfortable way. The horse she had been riding was running away swiftly, from dangers unknown to her. She heard no alarming noises, nor did she see anything threatening nearby, so she started slowly dusting herself off, still sitting on the ground, a bit scared to get up since a sharp pain started developing in her ankle. An attempt to get up was followed by another wince of pain, but she managed to get back on her feet, leaning all her weight on the healthy leg. Just as she was about to try and put some weight on the injured leg, the silence was cut through by an all too familiar voice.

“[Y/N]?! what happened?” Legolas approached her from behind, his steps hurried, but quiet. He swiftly offered her his shoulder as support, and the girl gratefully leaned against him.

“I took Eretor for a little ride,” she explained with seemingly no concern. Feigning nonchalance was probably the best way to go and not concern Legolas too much; she was well-aware of his protectiveness over her.

“The wildest, possibly most dangerous horse in the realm?”  Legolas continued inquiring, blue eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and worry.

“He was just...calling out to me,” the girl muttered.

“Well, that is so surprising,” Legolas chuckled, trying to conceal his concern over [Y/N]’s obvious injury. “I wonder if anything normal is ever going to call out to you, not just things that are deadly.”

[Y/N] wanted to glare at him, but she was interrupted by searing pain that sliced through her ankle, causing the blond elf to immediately stop pretending he wasn’t also putting on a careless façade.

“Are you alright? Can you walk?” he asked, looking her up and down. Before she managed to answer, she was easily picked up into his embrace, her arm still slung across his shoulders. When it came to this particular girl, he was overprotective to the bone, while, for [Y/N], breathing in the familiar scent seemed to soothe some of the pain right away as she allowed herself to relax a little bit.

“Lucky me, being carried all the way back by the prince,” [Y/N] joked, drawing out a smile from Legolas’ soft lips. “Any elven lady would kill to be in my position right now.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her, “Yet you seem to be the only one always getting my warmest affections.” It was completely true. Wherever [Y/N] went, Legolas followed, and the other way round, and they had been looking out for each other ever since they were barely able to walk and hold a simple conversation.

“Your horse adventure could have ended in a much worse manner, you are aware of that?” Legolas asked, his demeanor becoming slightly more serious once again.

“But it did not, I am alright,” she looked down at her already swollen ankle, but squeezed Legolas’ shoulder to reassure him. “It is nothing but a minor injury. It will heal practically overnight, and you appeared just at the perfect time.”

“If you say so,” Legolas exhaled. His mind couldn’t stop replaying all the possible bad scenarios, but on the other hand he found it enjoyable to carry [Y/N] and have her pressed flush against his body.

It made him feel like her protector, and he realized that her safety was one of his priorities. Of course, he was more than aware she could look after herself, but it made him feel better if he could contribute to it in any capacity. Silence fell on the two elves, as Legolas inhaled [Y/N]’s comforting scent - like a forest in winter, he always described it to himself. It made him crack a small smile when he looked down at the girl curled up against him and surprisingly peaceful, for a change. Maybe, just maybe, the comfort he found in her, she also found in him. He allowed himself to think so, as he tried to memorize the feeling of warmth and the shape of [Y/N]’s frame against him. It was so real.

“Next time,” Legolas began, after some moments of silence, “please choose another horse. Or at least a decent horse-riding partner.”

“Perhaps you?” [Y/N] quipped, looking up at him with a little smirk on her playful face. She swore she could see a light blush creep up on his usually pale cheeks. “I know that is what you meant.”

“Well,” he feigned perfect composure as his mind swarmed with possibilities, “that would not be the first time we did something questionable together. One of these days, Lord Elrond will make me pay for all the times I could have looked out for you more carefully.”

“He would not! I am nobody’s responsibility but my own… and sometimes, perhaps, I am my father’s problem,” she tried making a mock-upset grimace, but it ended up in a smile.

“One might say that you have become my problem as well, over time,” Legolas raised his eyebrows teasingly at the girl in his arms. She could never be anything even slightly inconvenient to him.

“And you, mine,,” she poked fun at him in return, “yet I wouldn’t have it any other way.“

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F O U R

(a/n: young adults just before the fellowship)

[Y/N] was strolling through Mirkwood halls in order to return some things to the library, when Legolas practically stormed by her and disappeared in his chambers. She could sense the attitude even from behind closed doors, and she had a couple guesses what might have upset the elvish prince. Deciding to venture to the library later, she softly knocked on his door.

“Mellon-nin, it is I. May I come in?” she inquired carefully. Before she even had time to continue persuading Legolas to open the door, he already did it; a frown twisted on his face and his hair slightly disheveled, probably after he’d run his hands through it in frustration multiple times. So, [Y/N] found herself in Legolas’ personal quarters.

“What seems to be the matter?” she asked in a soft voice. Despite Legolas’ occasional stubbornness, she always knew how to get his guard down. Most often she was the only person able to do it at all.

“I have had a… rather unpleasant conversation with my father,” he huffed, plopping down on the huge bed. [Y/N] followed to sit beside him. “I would actually rather call it a lecture, than a conversation.”

“Continue, I am listening,” she urged him, but in a comforting voice, and proceeded to move a strand of perfectly blond hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“I am aware that I have royal duties and matters to attend to, but he just does not seem to grasp – we are not the same! I have this need to go out into nature, to venture onto unknown paths, find myself in unpredictable and exciting situations. That is who I am, not whom he wants me to be” he rambled on as [Y/N] listened and watched attentively. Wasn’t the first time she heard such complaints from the young and energetic elf.

“It would be vastly better if he’d just,” he sighed “just let me follow my own path, and then I would be more agreeable if I had not been feeling confined here, in this life, sometimes.”

“You know I understand you perfectly,” [Y/N] reassured him, “and I share many of those desires myself, but I also do have an understanding of your father’s ways. He just wants to look out for you as much as he can.”

“Whose side are you on?” Legolas quipped, feeling the tiniest sting of betrayal.

“Yours, my friend,” [Y/N] placed a hand on his shoulder, and the tension almost magically left his body. “your side is the only side I have ever been on, it seems to me,” she chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Her effort wasn’t in vain – Legolas smiled warmly at her in return.

“Of course, forgive me,” he removed her hand from his shoulder and squeezed it in his for a moment. “I do not think there is need for me to explain the affinity I have for you as well.”

“Sit down on the floor in front of me,” [Y/N] nudged him, suddenly getting an idea. Without much questioning, Legolas obliged, and he was settled with his back leaning against [Y/N]’s legs. Wasting no time, she began brushing through his, still a bit tousled, hair, and Legolas’ breathing almost immediately grew calmer and deeper. There was no way he’d allow anybody else to do that – especially with him sitting on the ground – but [Y/N] always had and was always going to have special privileges. She felt like home and like comfort, but simultaneously an adventure. Like a winter forest – usually a familiar setting, but during the colder season slightly more unpredictable and challenging. But so wonderfully magical. Legolas got completely wrapped up in her presence and in his thoughts, as she quietly hummed an elvish tune from their earliest childhoods.

It seemed like it was just yesterday – the two of them chasing each other through forests and gardens of either Rivendell or Mirkwood, collecting stones, practicing any skill – from archery, to tracking, climbing trees… climbing together, falling together. There was no telling apart anymore where one of them ended and the other began – they seemed to forever be a package deal. Time flew by – responsibilities seemed to sneak up on them so suddenly, but both [Y/N] and Legolas were still rather young and restless (to dismay of both of their fathers), and neither of them was willing to give up spontaneous adventurous undertaking, still hoping for a great, unforgettable quest they would undertake together at some point.

[Y/N]’s gentle fingers were now busy weaving intricate braids in Legolas’ hair, and he allowed himself to close his eyes. His guard was down and he just wanted to enjoy this moment with [Y/N]; only that he feared if he spoke out about it, or gave a name to what he was feeling, the magic would dissipate.

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“My life is nothing but room for you,” I said. “It could never be filled by anyone but you.” (Kurt Vonnegut, “Mother Night”)

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“You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed.” (Jessie Burton)

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Fluffy Thranduil Headcanons

Request: If you wouldn't mind, could you write some fluffy headcanons for daddy Thranduil?? I can't really find much for him... I just wanna be enveloped by him while we lay on the bed and I play with his hair and his rings-

The daddy sent me please nonnie I- also I was having this debate with my friend but please back me up Elrond is also a daddy right???

Warning: NSFW! I’m sorry I don’t know how this ended up so much spicier than I was expecting lmao

Also I wrote this while I was ill so sorry if it’s terrible whoop whoop

(I do not own LOTR or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @claireywestside.)

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Mr. Lee Pace Sir I don’t think you quite understand just what you did to all of us in the Hobbit series: seeing you in the cinema for the first time as Thranduil was an EXPERIENCE I will never forget as long as I live like damn.

He’s a needy boi. Needy needy boi!! I know Thranduil spends so much of his time trying to look properly regal and stern and collected, but my goodness to high heavens do his fingers itch to touch you constantly. Every time he’s sitting on that throne, steadfast as a steering star, his brow furrowed with the intensity with which he waits for you to come home; he’s desperate with need for you to come bursting through those doors and away from the gloom of the dogged tempest that awaits along the scarlet edges of the Mirkwood forest. That impatient frown of his just grows even tighter, until even Legolas knows to steer clear of his father for the time being. The incessant foot tapping, the finger drumming along the woven leaves of the arm rest are only interrupted by his boots thundering across the hall like an autumn thunderstorm. As soon as he spots your weary head cross the threshold of the looped stone bridge he’s on top of you, collapsing over your body in a burdened relief until he’s eclipsed your vision and encompassed you within the warm confines of his cloak.

Let’s just say, when that chamber door slams everyone in the halls of the Elvenking knows not to dare disturb the two of you until at least the morn, or perhaps until the next breath of star shine blazes across the crisp canvas of the night. 

At first he seems almost... angry? No, not quite. Perhaps disgruntled? Agitated? He lingers around the edges of the bed, just an arms length away from where you’re lying, and stalks over to fling open the balcony doors and let the staunch moonlight flood in. He’s so fast though. He seems to disappear from sight - you can only tell he’s still in the room by the sound of him placing his crown down one of of the silver gilded chest by the sill. He actually almost takes your breath away: one moment he’s gliding past your vision, the next he’s hunched up over the edge of the bed with a wild, desperate, needy smirk on his cracking collected face. As if he’s been dreaming of doing this all day: of slowly coasting up the bed towards you, fists clenching into the sheet and pulling it away from your body as he hovers over your midriff. 

When he gets to the point where he’s able to hit the bottom of your chin with the top of his head, he grunts as he dips down to elicit chills down the dip of your throat. His hand grabs the back of your thigh, lifting it up to half-wrap around the side of his waist until you can feel it digging into the flesh of his hip. His trail of kisses are impassioned fury; a trail of roaring desire is left as he marks his way up from your jugular to the corner of your jaw, a wet trail of scorching kisses and tongued apologies against your nerves setting your whole body alight. 

He seems amused, interested, curious as you reach up and manage to fist your hands into his hair. Once you catch your breath, and he decides to be merciful and alleviate the thundering within your heart by panting heavily against your cheek, you manage to start twirling the strands of his long hair like silken grain, flowing through your fingertips like a spring bounty. He closes his eyes and purrs as he nestles his head into your palm like a content cat. His silken robes rub up against your calves, the embroidered leaves that fall and flourish along its trim itching your fingers as you reach up to carefully unbutton them. 

Before you can even finish, though, Thranduil’s own deprivation and wild want takes over. If you even try to squirm or move away from him... oh boi. That hand that rests firmly against your thigh begins to crawl up further and squeeze, until you’re arching your back against him in breathless wonder. With a cluck of his tongue, and a press of his midriff down against your own, he holds you tightly in place against him. 

When you reach up to grab his hand, making him fall onto his elbow next to you, he growls and pretends to bite your fingers as you reach for his own. But oh, the shimmering glow of the stars as they peek out from behind the solitude of the heavens makes his heart almost burst when you finally manage to latch onto them. While you’re busy fiddling with his rings, warping them around the slender fingers that keep curling and capturing over your own, he’s busy trying to hold them up palm to palm in the miniscule gap between both your breasts. For a while, as he allows the storm within him to settle into a tempered rain, he observes you with widened eyes, as if the whole of middle earth was settled in the space between your skin. ‘Vanimelda’, he whispers out on the sharp edge of his breath as he finally gazes down to meet your eye, and you finally understand. All the devotion within him, all that passion, and need, and impatience, and worry, and awe: he looks at you as if you’re not even real - just a translucent, iridescent mirage braided out of moonlight and celestial dreams. To him, you were divine. You were ethereal. You were more than he deserved. 

And then he leans down to kiss you, and despite the fluttering of his heart he still instinctively is dominating in the way his pointer finger curls up under your chin and tilts you up to meet his lips. It’s overwhelming, yet stunningly sweet at the same time: his lips seem to swallow your own as he lingers over you, pressing timidly between your own until you feel he may overcome you. His fingers reach up to gently rest against your cheek, comforting you as his legs come to rest against your inner thighs and hold himself up. And it’s bliss, plain and simple - the two of you pressed together, all warm and cosy against the blanketing furls of his shirt as he chases your lips every time you pull away. The strong warmth of his chest grounds you to this earth, and the feel of your whines against his teeth every time he drags his own over your tender bottom lip is enough to make him feel as if he’s forsaken the ground and is floating among the heavens like eternal starlight.