#arwen x y/n

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mint chip — how did they court their lover? with the lotr characters (aragorn, legolas, boromir, arwen, eowyn)

mint chip — how did they court their lover?

⤷ with: aragorn, legolas, boromir, arwen and eowyn

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aragorn

Aragorn often see himself as someone unworthy of anything he desires. They way people see him and how he perceive himself can be so different. And when he understood you had his heart on your palm, Aragorn swear to never act on it. He wouldn't want to bother you, or worse: to describe that you see him the same Aragorn does.

When it comes about Aragorn, you would have to act first. To make him understand that you don't see him as a unworthy men, but as a promising one. To make him understand that people aspire to be like him. If you make Aragorn understand that you want him, that you don't feel disgusted by him, only then he would be able to court you.

And he would be the kindest. He act like a king, even tho he don't believe he deserves to be one. He would be polite, tell you stories about his quests, protect you as if you already have agree to be his. No one would dare treat you badly when he's around.

Aragorn don't see yet, but he was born to rule. And you will rule beside him.

legolas

Legolas is a noble. Not only a noble, but the rightfull heir of Mirkwood. That means he was trained in more than combat or what it takes to rule. Legolas was trained about how to act around people, taught how to deal with enemies, and learned how to properly court his lover. With that being said, he would ignore all this knowledge the moment he understood what he feels for you.

It wouldn't take long for him to understand that he loves you. Legolas is guided by his heart, don't matter if people like that or not. If when he looks at you he feel warm, if when he talks to you he feels at home, if when he's away from you his life fall apart: Legolas knows he's in love. So he says it.

Just like that. Don't matter when, don't matter where, Legolas will simply say it. He's polite, Legolas wouldn't make you uncomfortable or overcross your bondaries, but he wouldn't think twice before saying it.

He will court you, and Legolas have a elve's patience. He will engage in conversations, ask your opinion on different subjects, and always in a light tone. Legolas will try his best to make you laugh, specially during dificult moments. And he don't need to worry about how long it will take for you to call him meleth. After all, time isn't a thing he lack of.

boromir

No one could say that Boromir don't know what he wants of life. He's a decided man, a hero for his people, and he would never go against what he think is part of the greater good. Boromir is so kind, so aware of the dangers and consequences of war, that the One Ring used his honor against him.

At first, it may seem that Boromir is not subtle at all. He would never do anything to disrespect you, far from that, is just that something on his face screams that he's sure you both will end up together.

He's confident that you would see him as his people do. As someone brave, intelligent and righteous. Boromir see you as you are, and he fall in love because he could understand your soul. He won't spare efforts to make you feel the same.

Boromir will bring you flowers every time he sees you. He would always chose different types, in hope that one day you tell him which one is your favorite. And whenever you need or want to stay in Gondor, Boromir will show you the gardens. He once heard that flowers had meanings, Boromir hopes you can understand the true meaning of this gift.

And it's wrong, so wrong, but it would be worse if Boromir lied to himself: the day he had to fought a creature in front of you, when he effortless defended you from something wicked, that was one of the best days of his life. To think that you may see him as a hero, your hero, made him blush.

So, yes, Boromir's feelings can be quite easy to understand. But isn't this a great thing? Boromir is showing you what he wants from life. And it's you.

arwen

Arwen may not know the world, or understand a great amount of things, but she knows her heart. When her father say that she's naive, Arwen understand that she just feel thing deeply. The only way this could be a mistake of hers was if Arwen buried her feeling and tried to ignore them. But to act on them, to search for her own happyness, will never be something she'll regret.

When Arwen understood that she loves you, at first she'll spend most of her time thinking. How do you feel about her? Would you ever feel the same away? How life, eternal or not, would be if she chose to spend it with you?

But as soon as she undertood her heart's desire, Arwen would stop imagining. She would join you for walks, compliment you and made sure there was no way of you thinking she was already with someone. Arwen won't be too foward, as she don't knows your feeling about her, but she does make clear that she's here.

If you ever need advice or someone to talk to, Arwen will gadly assume this position. She would do anything to know you better and help you with whatever you need. She's there. You can count on her. And If you ever need to be defended, well, she can do that too!

eowyn

Eowyn wants so much of life. She aspect to be brave for her kind, to rule as fairly as her father did, and to honor those who believe on her. If you help her with that, if you hear her dreams and treat them like reality, then you made your way to her heart. And if you live there, then it's only fair that Eowyn lives in yours too.

As we all seen, Eowyn won't be stopped from trying to conquering your heart. She'll be close to you, search for you to talk to, help you with whenever you need. It will obvious, but it's her intention. There is no need in trying to look like she don't want you. What good could it made?

Even if you don't see to feel the same way about her, it won't stop Eowyn. She can wait. She can wait until you look at her with love in your eyes. She'll do her best as a ruler and warrior, and part of it will be for you. To make you be proud of her. To honor your trust. And Eowyn will wait how long it takes to have your heart.

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[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 5 - Healing Salve

Arwen x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Arwen recounts a time when she had a run in with a scary stranger and poisonous plants.

Warnings/Notes: Is the ending rushed? Yes, a little

Word Count: 2280

  “What are you making?”

  Arwen��s arms slid around your waist, chin finding its way to your shoulder as she embraced you from behind. The long sleeves of her dress tickled your legs. Her grip tightened a little, chest pressed into your back as she peered curiously over your shoulder.

  You had been in the kitchen the majority of the day, prepping the last of the foraged herbs before the frost set in, hoping to preserve as many as you could during the cold of winter. Now, the home smelled of sweet herbal scents, radiating from the pot on the stove in which you steamed bunches of leaves.

  “Medicine. I steam the leaves and then crush them into a paste.” You replied.

  The pot bubbled a few times and you removed the leaves from the now-purplish liquid, setting them aside on a plate. Then you removed the pot and put out the fire heating the stove.

  Arwen was now sitting on a nearby stool, gazing at you in quiet admirance. Once she felt you were at a stage that did not need your complete concentration, she joined your side once more.

  “What properties does this medicine hold?” She murmured.

  “Well… do you remember when we were much younger, and you took an unplanned trip into the woods?”

  A look of confusion passed over Arwen’s as she peeled herself from your body, moving to now sit elegantly on the counters edge.

  “Remind me, please.”

  “When we first met.”

  Now, recognition filled Arwen’s eyes and she gazed at you once more with a dreamy smile.

  “Remind me anyway, I wish to hear it from your lips.”

  “If you wish.” You chuckled.

  Arwen was only around 200 at the time; incredibly young for an elf, but an adult nonetheless. Though her body had matured, she was still a willful, free spirit with an urge for mischief as her heart had not yet been weighed down by sorrow.

  The Trollshaws was a realm she longed to explore to its fullest, rather than be kept in the halls of Imladris to her books and stories. Elladan and Elrohir wasted no time in convincing their father to let them take her to the forests to see the beauty of Middle Earth itself that they had once longed to learn.

  And so, the three of them set forth from Rivendell at dawn and explored until dusk had almost ended. They could have continued but had come upon an unforested hill where Arwen wished to lie and watch the stars.

  It was on that hill where they set up camp and admired the sky until the stars themselves had gone to rest with the coming of the sun.

  Elladan and Elrohir split to go hunting, leaving their sister alone. They knew she did not wish to be coddled beneath their protection and agreed that she was more than old enough to have solitude in the forest. She had a weapon and horn to blow if trouble that she could not manage came her way. They only set one rule in place: Whenever one of her brothers caught food and prepared breakfast, they would blow their own horn and she must come eat, no arguments. Arwen very happily agreed and was gone within seconds.

  The young elf wandered down a lesser worn trail, deep into the colorful forest. Her sword lay attached to her hip and she’d run her finger over it every once in a while when a rustle was heard from the bushes, though only birds and woodland creatures ever appeared. She tried (and failed) a few times to befriend the sparrows, so she decided on another animal: the ever elusive chipmunk.

  It took her quite a while to even find one, but once her eyes settled upon it, she knew it was time to act. She’d seen other elves communicate to animals in elvish before, so why couldn’t she?

  Arwen approached the chipmunk with caution, murmuring calming words her parents had repeated to her whenever that unknown sadness clouded her mind, or whenever she threw a childish tantrum when her age was only two digits. Oh, how she had longed to be doing just this when she was that young… Now she was here. Truly in the woods.

  The sound of hooves snapped her out of her dreamish daze, also scaring her chipmunk away. Arwen’s bottom lip jutted out in a frown and for a split second she planned on going to yell at whoever had scared away her new friend but then quickly thought against that. Her brothers had warned her that as the Trollshaws were beautiful, they were still dangerous, so she threw herself into a nearby bush and watched from within the leaves.

  A single horse and rider rode past her. The rider’s face was hidden beneath a dark green cloak of elvish origin, but not of Rivendell or Lorien. The horse beneath them was strange. It held a head similar to the equines of Imladris, but its body was thin and slender. It moved almost like a deer or something of that kind, an elegant but mysterious creature, just as the rider.

  Arwen watched in silent awe as the mysterious rider trotted past her. She leaned too far forward and her knee broke the stick it had been resting on.

  The rider stopped immediately and turned in Arwen’s direction.

  A flash of panic raced through Arwen’s heart. On a foolish whim, she jumped out of the bush and ran as fast as she could. 

  Leaves crumpled beneath her feet as she took off, legs carrying her hopefully to safety from this strange being. Sticks lapped at her limbs, though they could not make it through the fabric of her pants, they nipped at her arms and face, leaving soft white scratches in their wake.

  The forest around her had melted into a maze of watercolors. She was running so fast she could hardly see anything except what was directly in front of her, so it wasn’t too surprising when one wrong move sent her flying over a fallen log and into some bushes with green and red leaves.

  At first, this seemed like a good hiding spot from her strange pursuer. Arwen pulled her hood over her head and ducked down. But then she felt something on her arm.

  The leaves brushed against whatever exposed skin it could: her arms and the torn hole on her calf. The skin was now red and itchy, almost like it was burning.

  In the far off distance, Arwen heard her brother's horn blowing, but she paid it no mind. She could be late to breakfast, she didn’t care, she was far too worried about getting out of these poisonous leaves without alerting the other being.

  Arwen waited until the forest around her had fallen silent and then slowly left the confines of the bush. In the light, she really could see the swelling on her skin where the leaves had touched, leaving angry red marks that stung. Every move made it hurt further and soon Arwen had sunk to the ground, desperately trying to make the rash go away.

  The rustle of leaves drew her attention from the wounds. She could no longer run. She would have to fight.

  Her hand moved to the hilt of her sword, prepared to draw it if need be as her eyes fell upon the stranger that was following her. 

  The hooded person, now dismounted from their horse, brushed aside some bushes and stood in front of the young elf. Their eyes were hidden beneath shadow, their body sticking out like a sore thumb, clodded in dark garments against the colorful leaves.

  “Who are you?” Arwen asked warily. She tugged the handle of her sword as if to give warning, though when she noticed the bow on the back of the other being, she hesitated. She was not close enough to stab them, but they could certainly shoot her if she made a wrong move.

  The hooded figure tilted their head. “Those leaves have brushed your skin?” They–well, she, Arwen heard a female voice–asked, pointing at the bush that had betrayed her.

  Arwen nodded.

  The figure nodded as well, then removed their hood.

  Red hair flowed down their shoulders, revealing pointed ears, just like Arwen’s. The she-elf stared Arwen down for a moment. They could not have been much older than she, perhaps 3 or 400 at the most. As their face and eyes came into view, Arwen realized they were an elf of Mirkwood.

  “Have you come to hurt me?” Arwen’s voice came out a little shakier than she would have liked, though it matched the trembling of her hands. Her arms and leg stung badly, fingers itching to rub the rash but she knew that would only make it worse.

  The other elf laughed and shook her head before slowly kneeling down a few feet away.

  “I wish you no harm.” She spoke, lifting her hands in surrender. “My name is y/n of the Woodland Realm. I did not mean to scare you.” Her voice was calming, eyes flitting from Arwen’s face to her rash in amusement. “What might your name be?”

  “I am Arwen… of Rivendell.”

  “I must be close to Imladris then, I feared I had gotten lost.” You laughed, expression softening. “You must be in pain, those leaves cause rather painful rashes I fear.”

  “I feel nothing.” Arwen did not wish to disclose her weakness or pain to this strange elf y/n… She’d heard rumors of the woodland elves, how they so differed from her kind, and the idea of that scared her. But as you spoke, she felt her fear slowly fading and her shoulders slumped with a sigh. “I feel a little ache…”

  “I have something for you, then.” You responded, and then disappeared.

  For a moment Arwen wondered if you were going to abandon her. At least she wouldn’t have to fear you hurting her… but she’d lost her horn in the run and no longer had the will to move as it hurt. She sat there quietly, biting back whimpers.

  When you returned, it was with your mount. You brought it close to her and dug into one of the saddlebags before pulling out a jar of some purple paste.

  Arwen watched warily as you approached her. The bitter-sweet smell of the jar's contents hit her nose and she frowned, trying to scoot away. “What is that?”

  “Medicine. It soothes rashes from Ilhoer right away.”

  When Arwen didn’t try to pull away, you took that as a sign to proceed. You slipped your glove off, tucked it into your pocket, then scooped out a handful of the medicine. With your other hand loosely on her wrist, you began applying the salve to her rash.

  Arwen gasped in surprise at the coolness of the medicine on her skin, but you were right, the pain faded almost like that. She held still as best as she could as you coated the remaining red patches of her skin. When you finished and returned the jar to your bag, she slowly stood up.

  “It worked.”

  “I would hope so.” You chuckled softly, turning to look at her. “So, Arwen… would you escort me to Rivendell?”

  “We’d… have to find my brothers first.” Arwen stammered in surprise at the offer. Something odd fluttered in her heart as she took you in, the last remnants of her fear fading. She’d never gotten the chance to do something like this before, but she didn’t want to leave Elladan and Elrohir worried.

  You nodded, gesturing to your steed. “I heard voices on the other side of the valley, they cannot be too far. We can find them together if you’d like, before.”

  “You’re certain?” Arwen tried her best not to smile, but her lips began to upturn no matter how hard she tried. “I’m… not an expert at these woods, my brothers know it better than I do.”

  “I am. Or, perhaps if we find your brothers, they can escort both of us back.”

  Arwen chuckled at that. She carefully approached your steed, running her thumb over its coat. Then she nodded. “I’d like that.”

  It didn’t take too long for you two to locate Arwen’s twin brothers, who more than happily led you back to Rivendell. By the time you came upon the gates of Imladris, Arwen’s rash had disappeared completely and Elrond suspected nothing.

  You’d been whisked away not long after arrival, having come with a message from the King of Mirkwood. After, you’d been given a room to rest and comfortable garments which you adorned with relief.

  You didn’t expect to see Arwen–who you had only recently learned was the princess of Rivendell–again, but she sought you out, finally finding you on one of the many balconies overlooking the falls.

  “You must teach me how to make that salve… I fear my plant recognition abilities are far from well and I wish to not endure that pain again.” She spoke, joining you at the railing. In all honesty, that was a reason she’d come up with when she was already on the way to see you. She wasn’t sure why she felt drawn to you, but she liked it.

  You seemed to like it as well, as you smiled and nodded. “I’ll teach you, but only if you show me around and keep me company. I fear I don’t know anybody here.”

  “It is a deal then.” Arwen’s smile beamed nearly as bright as the full moon and her hand found yours, fingers clasping tight at your wrist. “Come, there is much to see.”

[imagines--galore]

||Love Happens||

Summary: As the youngest daughter of the House of Rivendell, Annúneth has lived a sheltered life. Though that does not stop her from meeting the Prince of Greenwood. And though they start off on the wrong foot, there is one thing that neither of them can deny. 

And that is sometimes, Love simply Happens.

Pairing: Legeloas x AnnúnethOC (Hobbit, LOTR)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None

A/N: This is for @siriuslydestiny​ and @lovelyxkazuha​ Hope you enjoy your request! And this is for @entishramblings​ who hasn’t been feeling the best lately! Also this story takes place AGES before the events of the Hobbit. So Mirkwood is still called Greenwood! And Thranduil isn’t as uptight : P

It was not often that Lord Elrond lead a Hunting Party. But both his sons were away traveling, and he wanted to be sure that no lingering Orcs or Goblins would happen upon Rivendell by accident.

What he had not expected, on the journey home, was for his Hunting Party to instead become a Welcoming Party to the King of Greenwood himself.

“Thranduil, we did not expect you for another week.” Elrond called out as a way of greeting his old friend as he dismounted his horse. Thranduil offered a slight smile in return. “The weather was favorable, and the enemy few. I also wanted to put to rest the rumors of your hospitality as soon as possible. See for myself whether what I heard was truth or not.” The two Elven leaders gave a respectful tilt of the head before grasping each other’s forearms in a greeting one soldier gave another.

Elrond simply smiled in response. “You shall be the judge of that, melon nin. But for now, let us return to Rivendell together. I am sure both our arrivals are anticipated by our comrades.”

Quickly mounting their horses once more, the two Elven Leaders urged their mounts forward, their respective parties following after them.

“How fare your children Elrond? Is your youngest Arwen residing with you, or is she with her grand-sire in Lothlorien?”

Elrond gave a secret smile at the mention of Arwen being the youngest, but made no move to say anything. “She is indeed in Lothlorien, finishing the last of her studies with Galadriel. The twins are leading an expedition to the North. I have yet to hear from them, but last I received a letter, they were in high spirits.” Elrond turned his head towards Thranduil.

“And what of your son Legolas? I have not seen him yet. Did he not come with you?” A sigh fell from Thranduil’s lips, one that Elrond was all too familiar with. It was the sigh of a parent who was at their wit’s end with their child.

“He is here, but he insisted on taking the longer route. Some nonsense about seeing new sights and such.” Thranduil shook his head, not understanding the need his son had when it came to exploring. “He shall be joining us on a later day. Perhaps tomorrow.”

During their conversation, the Parties had reached Rivendell, blowing horns to announce their arrival as they did. It was truly a sight to behold, a marvel of elven architecture and design. Every aspect was flawless, the House built around nature, spacious windows and multiple rooms open to the elements.

As they crossed the bridge Thranduil could not help but comment. “Though I much prefer the Woods of my home, I must say Elrond, you have indeed taken care of your home all these years. It is just as when I first laid eyes upon it when I was an elfling.”

Elrond smiled in a polite manner. He knew Thranduil, knew that the King hardly gave compliments outright. This was to the best of his efforts. He did feel a sense of pride, as their horses cantered across the bridge and towards the main platform where several elves were already waiting to greet them. “I thank you for your kind words Thranduil.” He said as he dismounted. “But for now, let us change and reconvene for dinner. I am sure yo-”

“Ada!"

The cry rang loud and clear from the top of the stairs, cutting off whatever else Elrond had to say. The assembled Elves spun towards the source of the sound. A figure revealed itself. The skirt of their dress lifted to their knees, pale legs and feet bared to those standing below, bright golden hair flowing behind her, unbraided and free. And even from afar one could see a simple silver circlet resting on her forehead.

Lord Elrond's entire demeanor changed from a reserved elf and leader to that of an overjoyed parent, as he held his arms open in greeting, a smile on his lips.

"Annúneth!"

The elleth launched herself into her father's arms, holding him close, her face buried in his chest. Elrond returned the embrace just as lovingly as it was given. The Elves of Rivendell smiled fondly at the display of familial love. King Thranduil and the rest of his party looked on in slight surprise at the golden haired elleth who was now gazing up at her father, relief yet slight concern evident on her delicate features.

"You were not harmed, were you Ada?" She asked, her voice soft and light. The elves started to move, taking the horses to the stables while the guests stood where they were. Elrond shook his head, resting a hand atop the soft head of gold locks, so like her mother's.

"As you can see I am quite alright my dear Yelde. You need not worry about me." The elleth shook her head in response.

"I shall always worry when you leave Ada. As will Arwen, Elladen and Elrohir." Her gaze finally shifted from her father's familiar features to the newcomers. Elrond followed her line of sight. Keeping one arm around her shoulders he smiled at Thranduil.

“Thranduil, may I introduce you to my youngest, Annúneth.” He gently pushed his daughter towards the King. “Annúneth, this is Thranduil. He resides as King over Greenwood and is a dear friend.” The King towered over the elleth, but that did not deter her from meeting his graze briefly, before lowering into an elegant curtsy, her eyes dropping to the floor for a brief moment as she did. 

“You honor us with your presence King Thranduil.” She said, her voice ever polite and ever gentle. The older elf tilted his head in return. “And you surprise us with yours, Lady Annúneth.” His gaze shifted towards his friend, who was trying his best to hide his mirth. “Considering we were not made aware of it.”

Annúneth glanced at her father. “I shall leave Ada to explain his reasoning for I am sure he has an extensive list.” She cleverly stated, stepping away from her father’s embrace. Her grey eyes shifted to the rest of the assembled elves of Greenwood Annúneth lifted her head, her shoulders back as she addressed them.

In the blink of an eye she had morphed from a loving daughter, to the Lady of the House. And with her Mother having sailed to Valinor, and sister presently absent, the task did fall to her.

“Brothers and Sisters.” A look of surprise passed each elven face when she spoke in the tongue of their forest, Silvan. “On behalf of my father, Lord Elrond, Protector of Rivendell, I, his daughter Annúneth, welcome you to our home. Please follow me so that I may guide you to your rooms where you can freshen up before we all sit down for dinner. Your horses will be taken care of.”

With that the golden haired elven maid turned. When before she had been racing down the stairs, this time she seemed to glide along, leading the eager elves to where they would be residing during their stay at Rivendell.

Leaving a proud father, and an elven King who was seldom surprised and impressed.

And for once, Thranduil wasn’t loathe to admit that he was both.

                                             ————————–

“Will you now reveal to me the secrecy behind your youngest daughter’s existence Elrond?”

The wine hadn’t even been poured, the doors barely shut when Thrandul had demanded answers. Despite years on Middle-Earth, it would seem patience was one virtue his friend had no desire to perfect.

Thank the Valar he had enough for the both of them.

Pouring the wine, Elrond held the delicately wrought cup towards his friend. “It is a rather long tale my friend.” He stated, gesturing towards a pair of high backed chairs where he would usually conduct lessons with Annúneth. Thranduil, having taken a sip, sat down, watching as Elrond sat next to him. There was a brief moment of silence, as Elrond drank his wine.

Then he spoke.

“Celebrían and I were blessed and content with our three children. We had thought surely Valar did not seek to bless us again. But then we were wrong.” Elrond smiled as thoughts of his youngest daughter filled his head and made his heart swell with fatherly affection and love. “We were blessed with Annúneth in late Autumn in the year 1805.”

Thranduil raised a brow. “That is quite a long time to conceal the birth of an elven child Elrond.” He said, to which his friend nodded. “I agree, but it was her grandmother who insisted that we keep knowledge of her existence a secret, and tell as few others as possible.”

A frown creased his forehead as he pursed his lips, hands clasped around the stem of his wine glass. “We were not aware of the reasoning behind Galadriel‘s decision, but we did not question it. The only people to know of her existence were our family, a few other elves and, of course, Gandalf. No one outside of Rivendell, save her grandparents and Gandalf even knew of her.”

Bringing the glass to his lips he took a sip, gathering strength for what was to come next. “Then Celebrían was captured by Orcs and held captive for days.” His heart hurt even after all these years. The horror his beloved had to endure, the torture those monsters and inflicted upon her. “It was Annúneth who found where she was. She too possesses the gift of Sight. Yet hers only works when she is asleep, and is more concerned with present events and what outcome they might have. Through her intervention, the twins were able to save their Mother from a truly gruesome death and return with her.”

Thranduil frowned. “But then why hide her away? Why not use her gift to change the future as we see fit?” He asked, leaning forward as he awaited Elrond’s answer. The Elf Lord raised his eyes to meet Thranduil’s and the latter was surprised to see the utter sorrow and despair that was clear within his grey eyes. “The dreams she sees, my friend, they cause her unbearable pain. The night she had the dream about her mother dying, Annúneth was near inconsolable. She could feel her mother’s pain. And not just the physical strain.”

His eyes widening in realization, Thranduil felt a strange feeling akin to protection rise within him as he thought of the young elleth experiencing something truly grotesque and unmentionable. “You hid her away.” He said, his voice low. “So she would not meet people, so that she wouldn’t dream about them.”

Elrond nodded. “That was my intention when she was younger. But now, under her grandmother’s guidance, Annúneth has truly gained control over her abilities and has come further then I could ever have hoped.” The pride was evident in his tone as he finished his wine and stood. He paused at the window, having spied a familiar golden head, so like her mother��s, drifting by. Sometimes, when he looked outside his window and saw her, he mistook her for her mother.

Out of all his children, Annúneth had inherited her mother’s beautiful golden hair. Perhaps the reason her grandparents doted upon her so was because she reminded them of their own daughter.

“And are you willing to share your daughter with the world?” Thranduil asked, as he came to stand beside his friend, looking down at the elleth as well. Elrond laughed softly. “If I had my way, I would keep her hidden away from the horrors of the world.” He said truthfully but then he shook his head.

“And yet, I cannot keep something beautiful from the rest of the world. That would be truly selfish of me.”

                                            ————————–

Perhaps preparing a basket for a picnic that would happen in the morning wasn’t the best of ideas. She could always do that tomorrow, yet Annúneth found herself too excited to sleep. Instead, she had made her way towards the kitchen and lined up several baskets along the shelf, to be filled with all manners of eatables to take for the picnic tomorrow.

Her father had permitted she show their guests the beauty of their home, and she had suggested the meadows nearby. It was Spring, and the flowers would be in bloom. And since she had never had the chance to share her home with anyone else, Annúneth was eager to show their guests everything. Already she knew them all by name and was on her way to making friends with most of them.

Humming a long forgotten lullaby under her breath, Annúneth sifted through the jars of honey, trying to get the biggest ones from the back, where she kept them hidden away from her brothers. They had a tendency to go through honey as if it would run out and they would be left barren. Shaking her head at her brother’s obvious gluttonous nature when it came to any sweet concoction, Annúneth continued her task.

However, a sudden noise had her stilling in her movements.

She had been rummaging through a shelf that was partially hidden from the rest of the kitchen, yet gave her a full view of the room. And since she did not light a candle, choosing to work under the light of the moon, Annúneth was completely hidden in the shadows.

The sight of a hooded figure moving about the kitchen had her drawing a silent gasp.

Not a guest, for why would they sneak about wearing a hood?

A thief perhaps?

The figure moved about, inspecting the basket before taking out one of the loaves of bread Annúneth had placed within a few moments ago. From a young age, her brothers had taught her to be wary, and though it did not deter her from being the open and friendly elleth that she was, it did help her in drawing on suspicion when the situation called for it.

And presently, it did.

Her eyes darted around, to see if she could use something as a weapon. Silver grey eyes landed on a heavy pan. As quietly as she was able to Annúneth took one off, gripping the heavy handle between delicate hands. She would’ve preferred her sword, but since she didn’t have it on her, using the pan as a weapon to defend herself, if need be, would have to do.

The figure’s back was turned to her, and she could make out the soft sound of chewing as they ate the bread.

Providing Annúneth with the perfect opportunity to step out of her hiding spot, the frying pan swinging through the air.

                                            ————————–

He had not expected to return early.

Or rather so late.

It would seem everyone had retired for the night, and since Legolas and his few companions had not entered from the main entrance, their arrival went unannounced. Something that he preferred really, since he had no desire to make pleasantries.

At least not until he had eaten something.

While his companions took care of the horses and moved off to search for the rest of their party, Legolas made his way towards the kitchen. He knew Rivendell well enough to navigate his way through the dark and towards the empty kitchen. He kept his hood up, not wanting to be recognized by his hair. A rather unusual color even amongst elves.

Catching sight of the several baskets that were lined up neatly on the counter, the young Prince paused, a little curious at the arrangement. His growling stomach, however, didn’t give him much time to contemplate on it. Moving forward, he peered into one of the baskets, and seeing a loaf of bread within, pulled it out. Tearing off a piece he began to chew, enjoying the milky taste that was infused within the bread. Strange, yet not at all bad. Or perhaps he was simply too hungry to complain.

The unsuspecting elf was simply enjoying his meager, yet delicious, meal when the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end. His eyes widened, he dropped the half eaten bread he held. Pivoting on his feet, and seeing the descending pan aimed towards his head, the Prince threw his hand out, catching the hand that held the handle and stopping it midair.

And not a moment too soon, since the pan stopped just a few inches shy of his temple.

                                            ————————–

The two figures stood motionless, their gazes locked.

The sudden pivot of his head had the hood of Legolas’s cloak slipping from his head, allowing his assailant to meet his eyes without the shadow of it obscuring their vision.

Annúneth had to tilt her head back to meet the stranger’s gaze. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest as she allowed her eyes to take in the rest of the stranger’s features. Then again, she was not the only one occupied in such a manner. Perhaps it would not have been wise to think of the stranger as handsome, despite the dirt that marred his face, and yet, she found herself thinking along the words regardless. Though that did not mean her resolve to hit him, should he be a threat, lessened.

To say he was surprised at the ferocity his assailant seemed to exude would be an understatement. Legolas was taken aback by the strength he had to use, just to keep the elleth’s choice of weapon knocking him unconscious. She was strong, of that he had no doubt. And yet, the fierceness did not take away from the beauty that was her face. Not to mention her hair. A halo of pure light that seemed to cascade down her back in rivers of gold.

A twitch of her arm had him returning to this current predicament.

“Why do you attack me?” The stranger asked in her mother tongue, his grip on her wrist not loosening. A good thing, Annúneth supposed, since she would’ve hit him. A scowl creased her forehead as she responded. “Do I not have the right to defend my own home from a vagrant vagabond such as yourself?”

Blue eyes blinked. “Vagabond?” He repeated, and Annúneth could see that despite the wariness in his expression there was amusement there at her choice of word.

The both of them were still locked in position, with Annúneth’s arms raised above her head, fingers grasping the handle of the pan. However, both of her wrists were being kept in a firm grip by Legolas. Remembering what her brothers had taught her, Annúneth pivoted on her feet, throwing her shoulder out to try and knock the elf off his feet, or at least surprise him to let go of her wrists.

Which he did, allowing Annúneth to raise the pan in front of her as a makeshift weapon. “Make yourself known, lest you wish to be thrown out.” She stated, her voice firm and sure. Even as her grey eyes flickered to his hair. A color that looked vaguely familiar, yet somehow, she could not seem to place where she had seen it before.

Despite the weariness that wore down on him, and the fact that he should end the confrontation by simply telling her who he was, Legolas paused. Her referral to him as a Vagrant Vagabond had been amusing, and he wanted to hear what else she would say about him. “And if I wish to keep my identity a secret?” He asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he picked up the bread he had dropped and placed it behind him on the counter. “Will you truly throw me out in the cold? Come now, I had heard tales of the hospitality of the elves of Rivendell, was it all simply a myth?”

As he spoke, Legolas began to walk, prompting Annúneth to take a step as well, and without the either of them realizing, they began to trace a circle with each step they took. “We offer hospitality to those who use the front door like civilized beings, not steal in, in the dead of the night.” She responded, her words sharp and clear, grey eyes never wavering from the figure. It disconcerted her, how ill at ease he appeared to be. Perhaps he had been here before? But then she would’ve met him.

Legolas paused briefly to pick up a bushel of grapes from a fruit platter and began to eat it. “I am not civilized, is that what you mean?” He asked, speaking around a mouthful of grapes, and not bothering to wipe some of the juice that traced from the corner of his mouth to his jaw. A happy accident that only seemed to strengthen Annúneth’s opinion of him. “You look as if you took a tumble down a hill, straight into a river of mud, before purposefully step into every piece of dirt you could find.” She responded, prompting the stranger to glance down at himself.

“I do not look that bad.” He responded, looking a little put off, to which Annúneth smirked. “You have leaves in your hair.” She deadpanned.

Legolas ran a hand through his hair, and sure enough, a few wayward leaves fluttered to the floor. He grimaced. Perhaps her wording of him had been correct. “Since that is the case,” He muttered to himself, before pausing in his steps. Turning so he could look at the elleth, the young Prince tilted his head in a slight bow, a hand over his heart, his gaze trained to the ground. “Pray will you not show this Vagabond the kindness he does not deserve My Lady, and allow him a place to clean and rest.” His posture stayed the same, but his gaze lifted to meet her own from across the room.

She may be a wary young elf maiden, but she was not without compassion. His words, nay the honesty in his eyes, had her lowering her arms, the pan now hanging at her side. “And how can I be sure, that you are not here to hurt my family or my home?” She asked, unsure how he would reassure her of that.

Legolas straightened, hand hand still over his heart, and something deep within him compelled him to say the next few words. “You have my word, My Lady. While I walk these halls, no harm shall come to your home, your loved ones.”

His gaze held hers.

“Or you.”

                                            ————————–

Call her a naive fool, but she took his word to heart.

And had found herself leading him towards one of the empty rooms where the rest of the guests were staying. She was acutely aware of his presence beside her, as she navigated through the darkened hallway with ease. While Legolas had to force his eyes to stay straight ahead, since they seemed to have developed a habit of straying in Annúneth‘s direction every now and then.

Sooner then he would’ve liked, they came to a stop in front of a door, which she gestured for him to enter, with a delicate sweep of her hand. Legolas, stepped forward, his resting hand on the handle. But then he paused. 

Annúneth, who had turned around without a word, intent on walking back to her own room, had paused as well.

Even now, as she walked to the private dining hall where breakfast was being served, Annúneth felt a strange tremble run through her body, as the memory of last night played in her mind.

They had both looked over their shoulders at one another, their gazes meeting and despite the late hour, Annúneth had never felt more awake then she did in that moment, standing there in the presence of the stranger. While Legolas found himself wanting to stay in her presence, despite the fact he did not even know her name.

And before he could even ask, she had walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“I see you have seen to grace us with your presence Sister.” Elladan called as Annúneth entered the room, closing the door behind her as she did. She smiled as she approached the table and took a seat beside her father. “Not all of us have the luxury to come straight down to breakfast as soon as they are awake Brother.” The younger elleth responded, quickly leaning forward and kissing her father in greeting.

Tilting her head in greeting in Thranduil’s direction, Annúneth turned to break her fast. As the siblings squabbled, teased and argued throughout the meal, Elrond barely batted an eye as he ate, his plate being filled at least twice by his daughter without his knowing, since he was busy speaking with Thranduil. The elf-king, however, noticed everything, his sharp eye and keen ears picking up on everything.

Noticing, in particular, the extra seat that had been placed beside him, that remained empty.

Clearly Legolas had slept in, tired from his late arrival.

Shame, he had wanted his son to make himself known to their hosts during his presence.

                                            ————————–

The picnic Annúneth had planned, set out once breakfast was over. It was only an hour’s ride to the flower meadows that was teeming with woodland creatures of all manner. The grass was tall, as were the flowers, the animals quite tame, used to the elves who would come to visit from time to time.

The place was something of a sanctuary for Annúneth, and she was more then happy to share it with her guests. They dismounted from their horses, set them loose to wander about and soon everyone began to do the same.

Fingers skimmed over flowers. Trees were climbed and branches used as perches. Deer were petted and stroked. Butterflies were chased and admired. Flutes were played, and harps were strung. Food was shared and eaten. A few voices rose in song, gentle and soothing.

And in the middle of it all, Annúneth sat alone amongst the tall stalks, with only the top of her golden head visible, with a pretty flower crown adorning her forehead, her hair unbound, her face aglow.

Her delicate fingers worked on making another flower crown. While her own was made using flowers of varying shades of yellow, the one she made presently comprised of flowers that nature had shaded with a certain blue hue.

A blue that reminded her of a certain stranger.

As was the norm, she was humming under her breath, sometimes singing along with the rest of her companions, content in her task.

That is until someone decided to join her.

“We meet again.” His voice came, familiar and yet unknown at the same time. Without looking up from her fingers as she twined the flower stalks, Annúneth responded. “You are within the vicinity of my home. It would’ve been strange if we did not meet again.”

He laughed. The sound strangely melodic, or at least to her ears. An odd comparison, yet it made sense. She still did not look at him. “Are you still going to treat me as the vagabond you believe I am?” He asked, to which she responded with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “If the shoe fits.” Humming in thought, as if contemplating on how to make her see that she was wrong, Legolas reached out to pick one of the blue flowers she would be using for her crown and twirled it between his fingers.

“I have done my best to appear presentable. Will you not look to see if it is so?” There was simply something about her, that prompted him to get a rise out of her somehow. Be it in a positive or negative light. It was rather unlike him, to be vying for the attention of an elleth in such a way. And yet, he found he could not help himself.

Setting the finished crown in her lap, Annúneth pursed her lips. Valar, he was being more persistent then her brothers. And that was saying something.

Still, she turned her head, a few wisps of her hair waving gently in the breeze, partially covering her lips and nose, though she made no attempt to push them back.

The previous night, when she had seen him, Annúneth had seen past the dirt and grime, and had seen the handsome face beneath. Somehow, his face appeared different then it was. The night before, he had appeared mysterious and alluring. Perhaps an effect of the moon? That must be it, for in the sunlight, he appeared calm, at ease and............free.

And just as handsome as he had the night before.

Perhaps he should have braced himself before he had asked her to look at him. Because while she was taken aback by him, he certainly felt his very heart stutter in his chest as those piercing grey eyes lifted to meet his gaze. While the moon had made her hair appear almost silvery last night, the morning sun showed its true golden beauty.

As the breeze blew, gentle and slow, the two elves found themselves simply sitting there, looking at one another. Caught in some spell that neither of them had cast. Or at least not consciously.

“Have I....passed your judgement?” He asked, his voice low, to which she responded with a slight tilt of her head, the action just barely noticeable. “It will take more then your charming attributes to earn my trust.”

Slowly, as if afraid that she were a dream that would fade should he startle either himself or her, his hand lifted, fingers curling along the soft strands of her hair. The tips of his fingers skimmed along the warm skin of her cheek, slowly tracing a path towards her ear, where he tucked the wayward wisps of hair.

All so he could see her face fully.

“Then perhaps I should strive harder to win it.” He said, and if anyone were to hear the conviction in his tone, they would have no doubt of his intention to do just that.

Annúneth felt her very breath stall, and had to force herself to keep her eyes from fluttering shut, just to savor the sensation of his touch against her skin. This was so strange. How could a complete stranger, one she deemed rude and a vagabond, have such an intense effect on her?

His blue eyes seemed to be speaking to the very depth of her being, and it did not make her feel vulnerable. On the contrary, she had never felt more.........safe. Which was a rather rare occurrence given her gifts.

Her lips set in a gentle smile that was just barely there. “I look forward to seeing you put in the effort Vagabond.” The elleth lifted the flower crown she had finished, and carefully set it around his head, admiring how the blue petals matched his eyes perfectly.

Her fingers accidentally grazed his temple as she pulled back. Legolas stilled, his eyes widening a fraction as a warmth raced through his body. One that engulfed his entire heart and simmered just there under his skin, a pleasant sensation that he would be reliving for the rest of the day.

Annúneth felt the shift in the air between them, prompting her to return her hands to her lap, lest she find herself unconsciously tracing his features, an urge she felt rise within her the more they sat there, looking at one another. Truly whatever spell had been cast was quite a powerful one, for the only way it was broken, was a voice calling out to Annúneth.

Breaking away from his gaze, Annúneth called back to whoever had said her name.

“Annúneth.” She heard him say, startling her into realizing that it was the first time her name was uttered in his presence. “Is that your name?” He asked, to which she raised an eyebrow. “Considering I responded to it, it would not take a particularly sharp mind to realize that it was.”

Unlike before, there was no sharpness behind her words. Just a simple, playful teasing lilt of her voice that had him smiling at her. “And now that you know my name.” She continued, oblivious to the way he was smiling at her. “It is only right that I should know yours.”

She glanced over her shoulder, waving at whoever had called her, informing them that she would be with them momentarily. “Legolas.” He said, once she had returned her gaze to his.

Unbidden, his name rose to her lips. “Legolas.” Rising to her feet, Annúneth tilted her head at him playfully, the flower crown still adorning her head. “I hope your stay at Rivendell will be a pleasant one.”

With that she turned and walked away, leaving him, and missing the words he whispered. Words that were lost to the wind. “I believe it already is.”

                                             ————————–

“Elrond, I have been patient enough and I believe it is time I tell you my true reason for coming here.”

Having been expecting such a conversation to come up soon, Elrond responded with a nod and a gesture for Thranduil to take a seat beside him. He was in his study, going over a manuscript Gandalf had brought him while passing through Rivendell. “I believe I am aware of what you speak of.” He said, shutting the leather bound book and setting it aside. Thranduil raised an eyebrow.

“So you have seen it I presume.”

It was more of a statement then an inquiry, but Elrond still nodded.

Since he possessed the gift of foresight, it was not surprising one of his children should inherit a semblance of it in some way. Though while Annúneth shared all that she would see in her dreams with her father, Elrond did not share much. At least not when his visions pertained to his children.

And he had had one such vision. Of Annúneth. His beloved sunshine.

“As a father I have been dreading this day.” He spoke, looking towards the wall where several portraits hung. One of each of his children. His gaze was focused on the elleth with golden hair and expressive grey eyes. “But I know as well as anyone, that no matter what, we cannot change what is predestined.”

Thranduil too followed Elrond’s line of sight. For a moment a stab of pain echoed through his very soul, as he was reminded of the Queen he had lost so long ago. His beloved.

“No, we cannot.” He muttered, thinking of all the ways he had tried to save her from her gruesome fate but had failed. “But I give you my word Elrond.” The two elven patriarchs turned their heads, knowing a solemn vow was to take place.

“I shall take care of her, as if she were my own.” Thranduil vowed.

If Elrond was willing to agree to it, then surely his own son would have no qualms about the arrangement. After all, Elrond would not send his beloved daughter to a place where she would not be loved.

“It would seem the joining of our two houses has been inevitable.” Elrond said with a sad smile. “I wish I could say that I was happy about it, but in truth, my heart is torn, for one day Annúneth will leave Rivendell. Leave me.”

The Elven King shook his head. “I have no desire to take her away from you anytime soon Elrond. What the both of us have spoken of, I have no intention of speaking to my son about it for a while.” Though he had a reputation of being cold and heartless, Thranduil did have a soft spot for his only child.

And now, it would seem, Annúneth was beginning to make room in his heart as well.

“I was gifted the chance to find love, as were you.” Glancing in the direction of Annúneth‘s portrait, Thranduil continued. “I want to give our children that same gift.”

Smiling, Elrond nodded sagely. “I will have to write Galadriel and Celeborn of your intention, but I agree. Let us see what fate has in store for our children. I believe there was a rather interesting interaction between them only a few nights ago.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, curious to know what had occurred. Elrond smiled.

“They are not aware of who the other is, and I intend to keep it that way for as long as I am able.”

It was rare for the Elven King to laugh out of amusement, for he rarely found reasons to be happy. And yet in that moment, the sheer absurdity of what had occurred as Elrond recounted it, had him throwing his head back and laughing.

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Annúneth had never been one to shy away from people.

Even when she was younger, and barely had any grasp on her abilities, she would still wish to sit amongst others and converse, or sometimes just sit and listen.

The occasions where she wished to be by herself were rare.

But then sometimes, there were nights of dreams and nightmares that would weigh heavy on her mind. So many fates of so many people morphing together and overwhelming her, body and soul.

And this was one of those nights.

She sat awake on her bed, arms resting atop her knees where she had pulled her legs to her chest, her gaze listless as she stared at the open windows in front of her, the soft gossamer curtains fluttering gently. No matter how hard she tried, the visions would not leave her alone. For years she had trained with her grandmother as well as her father, to try and contain her abilities.

Not suppress them. They could never be suppressed. The visions she had of all those she met was just as involuntary to her as breathing. Sometimes, she would get visions that would show her the joy that particular being was feeling in that moment. But then there were times when all she experienced was heartache, pain and fear.

And this was one of those nights.

It would seem a few elves she had met a decade or so ago were to be slaughtered by a band of Orcs. Yes, she could send out a raven to warn them, but what if it was already happening. What if she were too late?

Hence the reason for her being awake so late at night, with her heart heavy and her mind made up to avoid company for a day or so.

For reasons unknown to her, her mind conjured the image of a certain vagabond. And that image only solidified in her mind’s eye, chasing away the remaining clouds of despair of the visions she had just seen. She frowned, biting her lower lip as she slid out of bed. Quickly changing into a simple dress and, as was the norm for her, choosing to be barefoot, the elf-maiden stepped out of her room, into the empty hallway, and made her way towards her sanctuary.

The thought of Legolas keeping her company.

                                             ————————–

He could not find her anywhere.

Legolas had walked the entirety of Rivendell and had been unable to locate Annúneth. Worry was beginning to gnaw at his chest. He knew she was not out riding for her beloved horse was in the stables. And there was no hunting party or picnic planned that she could have gone to.

It was rather the norm, for him to run into her at some point during the day. Most of the time they only nodded at one another in passing, though he always turned to look at her as she would continue on her way. Since their shared time together in the meadow, fate had not given them the chance to be in one another’s presence for longer then a few minutes.

And Legolas quickly found that despite knowing nearly nothing of the elleth, he missed her company. And he wanted to remedy the fact that he barely knew anything about her by, well, getting to know her more.

Hence his current mission: to locate Annúneth.

Opening the door to the armory, he was surprised to see his father and Elrond standing together and having a rather animated discussion with a swordsmith. Normally he would’ve joined them, but right then he was starting to get a little anxious since he couldn’t find Annúneth.

He had hoped to turn away unnoticed, but his father always had a habit of knowing when he was near. “Legolas, what brings you here?” The Elven King asked as the swordsmith walked away to whatever task he had been appointed. “I am looking for someone.” He responded, to which both Lords glanced at one another, a look passing between them that had the Prince raising his brows in silent question. Elrond smiled as he turned his attention back to Legolas. “And who is it that you are looking for?” He asked. As Lord of Rivendell, he would know where Annúneth was, wouldn’t he?

Stepping forward eagerly he voiced. “I am looking for an elleth by the name of Annúneth. Perhaps you know her?” Mirth shone in the elder elf’s eyes. Even his father looked amused, and that hardly ever happened, which only served to confuse him even more.

“I do know her. And if you cannot find her anywhere, she has probably retreated to her garden. There is a tapestry, in the Western Wing, that depicts the first meeting of Beren and Lúthien. You will find a door behind it.” He had barely finished speaking before Legolas had quickly bowed and made his retreat.

“Beren and Lúthien?” Thranduil asked, appearing just as amused as before.

Elrond smiled. “Annúneth’s favorite tale.” He said as a way of explanation before they both turned their attention to the daggers that had been in the works.

                                             ————————–

Just as Elrond had told him, the door was behind the tapestry. And beyond it was a garden unlike any he had seen before. 

It was by no means a large garden, but was comfortably sized and circular in shape, with a tree in the center, its branches laden with white flowers. Beds of flowers dotted the landscape, and a small fountain fixed into one of the walls trickled merrily into a white marble basin. 

And while the garden demanded to be explored, it was the figure that lay upon the ground just under the tree that grabbed his attention. As he approached, Annúneth sat up, the surprise clear on her face as she blinked at him. There was grass in her hair, and white petals from where the wind was blowing them to the ground.

They both blinked at one another in surprise.

Annúneth at seeing him there, in her sanctuary that only a few people knew of, and Legolas at the realization that he had been distraught over not knowing where she was all day. But then, he suddenly realized, perhaps he hadn’t seen her because she didn’t want to be seen. Perhaps she had wanted to be left alone. Unsure whether Annúneth wanted him there or not, the Prince was quick to try and retreat.

“Forgive me, My Lady. I did not wish to intrude.” He bowed before walking back towards the door.

“Wait!”

Her gentle implore had him stopping in his tracks, his hand grazing the bronze of the handle, ready to push it down. “You are not intruding.” Her voice, gentle and kind was low. “Though I am curious as to how you found me here.” Turning, Legolas found her standing underneath the tree, her gaze fixed on him. “Lord Elrond.” He responded, his voice slightly hoarse. He paused, cleared his throat. “Lord Elrond told me where I’d be able to find you.” The Prince admitted, which had Annúneth shaking her head, a fond smile on her face.

Sighing, she raised her arms on either side as a gesture of welcome. “Well since you are already here, why not explore? It would be a shame for you to not be aware of the hidden beauty Rivendell has to offer.”

Gaining some of the confidence he seemed to have lost at the sight of her so carefree and unbound as she appeared to be in the beauty of the Garden, Legolas smiled. “That would be a false claim, My Lady, since I have seen all the beauty Rivendell has to offer.”

His intense gaze never once wavered from her face.

Her mouth opened, as if she were ready to dismiss what he said and prove him wrong, but then she stopped. Realization dawned across her features, which was immediately followed by her cheeks glowing with a hint of rosiness that was so unlike her. Not to mention the way in which her heart thumped in her chest, and pleasure swirled through her very being at the compliment he had given her.

This would not be the first occasion her beauty had been mentioned, though it was always secondary compared to her far lovelier older sister Arwen. Not that Annúneth held any contempt for her sister because it was the truth. Arwen was beautiful.

And yet, at that moment, having Legolas say those words to her, she couldn’t help but feel as if she truly were the most beautiful being on Middle-Earth. And with the way he was looking at her, any on-looker would truly believe it as well. 

Legolas was able to see the physical effects of his word, and though it may have pleased any other elf that his words had been the result of it, the young Prince found himself thinking of other way to make her smile as she was right then.

Or more specifically, smile at him that way.

Silence followed his words, though not an awkward one. On the contrary, it felt strange. Legolas felt as he did before he would face an opponent. Charged and slightly anxious, eager to see what the next few moments would bring, and anticipating the outcome of it as well.

Unable to withstand the silence, or rather his gaze, any longer, Annúneth turned her head to gaze around the circular room. “This was my Mother’s garden. She would come here to clear her mind whenever she would feel distressed over something.” The elleth said, smiling at the sight of a bird that was nesting in a bush nearby. Stepping away from the door, Legolas too looked around, unable to help but admire the natural beauty that surrounded them.

Though what she said, did give him pause. “Is that why you are here. Something distresses you?” He asked, his voice gentle as he came to stand in front of her, just a foot or so away. Annúneth sighed, but nodded. “Will you tell me what it is? If it will ease your mind?” The Prince continued, not wanting to see the glint of worry in her eyes as he was right then.

Her Father had told her never to speak of her Gift to anyone, unless she trusted them completely. She had only met him a few weeks ago, and yet..............

Annúneth knew that she could trust Legolas with her life if it ever came to that.

Sighing, the elleth closed her eyes briefly. “Then perhaps it is best that we sit for this conversation.” So saying, she glided to the ground, settling on the soft grass and looked up, waiting for him to do the same. Annúneth sit closer to the tree trunk so they would have a place to rest their backs against. Once sitting beside her, and mirroring her posture so that they were both leaning against the tree.

He turned his head towards her, waiting patiently as she inhaled deeply before exhaling. “I suppose it all started when my Mother was taken by the Orcs.”

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“It must’ve been hard. Seeing your Mother like that.”

It was, but Ada was always by my side. As were my brothers and sister.”

“You are fortunate to have so many people who care for you.”

“I know.”

                                             ————————–

“So you thought it was a good idea to steal your Father’s sword?”

“I was only an elfling! I was I to know it would be too heavy to lift.”

“Did you wake up the Master of Arms because you dropped it?”

“Yes, and was branded a would-be-thief by the entire Greenwood.”

                                             ————————–

“I have taken up painting for that very reason.”

“I could help you if you’d like. Mother was an avid painter, and I would sit with her in front of my own canvas with an easel to try and paint. Of course I could hardly sit still for long then ten minutes.”

“You sound as if you were quite a handful.”

“There is no doubt that I was. Even now.

                                             ————————–

“I have tried my best, but I will never get used to how sour grapes taste for me.”

“But if you sprinkle them with some sugar, does it not improve them?”

“The juice inside makes my cheeks ache. And it causes me to tear up.”

“And that is bad?”

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“Do you miss your Mother?”

“I do, but I know I shall see her when it is my time to sail. Though I am sorry about your Mother.”

“She died an honorable death, fighting for her people.”

“I’m sure her reason to fight was to make sure you lived in a safer world.”

“That is a nice thought. Thank you.”

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“I believe that the Valar created our Fëa because we each have a purpose here on Middle-Earth. It may not be big, but perhaps it is significant.”

“I suppose one need not change the world to have an impact. One only needs to have impact on another being.”

“Yes.”

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Time lost all meaning.

How long did they sit there?

How long did they speak?

How much did she tell him about her Gift?

How much did he tell her about his Burdens?

Did she truly manage to keep the names of her family a secret?

Did he truly manage to keep the names of his parents veiled?

By the time they ran out of words to say, their postures had shifted without their knowing.

Annúneth had her head resting on his shoulder, while Legolas had one of her hand gently gripped in between both of his own. His own head was leaning on top of her own. They found themselves drawing comfort from the other’s presence. 

The last time Legolas remembered taking comfort from another had been when his Mother had been alive. It felt strange to rely on someone for something as simple as comfort, and yet, he doubted he would feel at peace with anyone else as he did with Annúneth. Legolas had no idea what it was about her that had him feeling this way. But what he was aware of, was that since that night, when Annúneth had called him a Vagabond and had nearly knocked him out with a frying pan, his life had changed completely.

As the youngest in the family, Annúneth had never had any want for comfort. So then, why was it that with Legolas so near her, with his warmth, his voice and his presence surrounding her, had the elleth feeling as if she had never truly experienced comfort before as she did right then. Sure her Father’s embraces, and her sibling’s comforting words were no comparison. But with Legolas? She felt as if her very Fëa was at peace. Where moments ago her mind had been fluttering in the breeze, like a leaf caught in a disturbing wind, now she felt grounded. Almost as if, someone had taken her hand and pulled her back down before she floated too far out of reach.

If she were to touch the stars, she found herself thinking, she wanted to do so with him.

A bright smile on her lips, she stood, pulling Legolas up with her as she did. The Prince looked at her, slightly confused. Slipping her hand out of his, albeit reluctantly, and stepping towards the lowest branch, Annúneth jumped, catching the strong arm of the tree between her soft palms and hoisting herself up. Once she was sitting atop, she looked down at him, that smile still present on her lips.

Understanding her silent inquiry, Legolas gripped another branch and climbed up as well. Satisfied he would follow her, Annúneth began to climb higher.

Where they had been talking for hours only moments before, their ascent was in complete silence. Every now and then, they would pause, the leaves of the tree allowing them to view one another through the foliage. Their eyes would meet, playful smiles on their lips before they would continue.

Sometimes they would grab for the same branch, and their hands would touch. Giving them both pause as they would try to comprehend what that feeling was that shot through their very being and settled into the deepest recesses of their hearts.

Steady and sure, they both emerged at the top. The tree was high enough to surpass the circular walls of the Garden. Looking around, one could see the entirety of the valley Annúneth called home. It was a view she had seen before, and yet it never ceased to take her breath away. As someone who had never experienced the vision before him, Legolas could not help but stare, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Even after all the years I’ve lived, I am glad that there are still surprises waiting for me to discover them.” He admitted, finally tearing his eyes away from the view to glance at the elleth next to him. Yet she had her gaze trained towards the night sky.

When had the hour grown so late, neither of them knew.

The stars shone where they always had, since before the Awakening of the Elves, while the moon gleamed where she had been hung in the sky so long ago, with the last flower of Teleprion, the silver tree of Valinor, encased within.

“Have you heard of the tale of how the moon got her dark spots?” She asked, her grey eyes appearing silver under the shine of the full moon. “Yes.” Legolas responded, before adding. “Though I would like to hear it once more, if you were willing to refresh my memory with the tale.”

She rolled her eyes at his obvious teasing, but indulged in his request. “It is said that the moon was once unblemished and crystal clear as an orb, shining down upon Middle-Earth in all her glory. Tilion, the Maia who would guide the moon through the night sky was proud to hear praise of the moon’s beauty and reveled in the task he had been giving, which he did so diligently.” Her hand came to rest atop a branch that Legolas was gripping to keep her balance. Unbeknownst to them, their fingers began to inch closer.

Shifting slightly, which had him leaning closer towards Annúneth to keep his balance, Legolas spoke. “That is until he caught sight of Arien, the Maia who guided the sun across the sky, and fell in love with her.” Smiling softly, Annúneth nodded. “He was so taken by her beauty, they say, the way her golden hair seemed to shine just as bright as the sun. Her kind smile that held the very warmth of the sun. And the joy in her eyes, that seemed to never dim of the laughter that he would hear the moment she would take to the sky.”

Legolas’s gaze found the several dark spots that marred the once clear surface of the silvery orb. “His love for her had him wandering too close to the sun, and the moon was burned.” The Prince whispered, not realizing how the tips of his fingers were now intertwined with Annúneth’s.

The elleth nodded. “So now, he has to keep his distance and love and admire her from afar, though some stories say that he would love nothing more then to be in her presence, just once, even if it would burn him. Which is why, even now, sometimes the Sun and Moon appear in the sky at the same time. Because Tilion wishes nothing more then to catch a glimpse of Arien. Although,” Here her voice took on a slightly dismal tone, as if her very heart was burdened by what happened next. “He learned that he had to keep his distance after an error on his part.”

Her story had him frowning slightly. “Was there a reason behind the story My Lady?” He asked, to which she sighed and turned her gaze to look at him. “Or are you simply referring to the fact that I might burn, should I get too close to you?”

Her gaze snapped towards him, more then a little surprised at how quickly he had picked up on what she’d been trying to say. The wind blew softly, the leaves rustling around them breaking the temporary silence as they continued to look upon one another.

Blue on grey.

Grey on blue.

“A little too late for that.” He finally said, his voice barely above a whisper as his gaze turned tender and soft. Grasping her fingers completely, he raised the hand he’d been touching to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss atop her knuckles. “For I believe I was burned the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Silence followed his confession, and Legolas’s heart sang with joy for having spoken what it had been carrying within it for so long.

“Annúneth.” She said, prompting him to tilt his head at her curiously. “I have burned you.” The elleth explained. “The least I can do is ask you to call me by my name.” Laughing softly to himself, the elf nodded. “Only if you were to call me by mine.” He offered, to which she hummed. “Truth be told, I prefer Vagabond, over Legolas.”

The Prince smiled, turning his body so that he would face her fully. “I do not mind in the slightest.” A mischievous glint lit in his blue eyes, putting Annúneth a little on edge because she knew he loved to tease. “Although I am a little curious as to why you would assume that you are the sun and I, the moon?”

The golden haired elleth lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “Well mostly because everyone say that I have a sunny disposition.” The corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk. “While your disposition has been whispered to be as mysterious as the moon.” Nodding in slight approval, with a look of satisfaction on his face, Legolas hummed under his breath. “And acceptable explanation.” He mused, before continuing. “Though I assume it had nothing to do with the fact that you have golden hair and mine is lighter?”

Pursing her lips to keep from giggling at his obvious vexation that the explanation was, in reality, much more simpler then what she had already offered, Annúneth spoke. “That would be a little too obvious. I was simply trying to help your image by comparing you to the moon. Was it not to your satisfaction?” She asked, unknowingly gravitating towards him, her body leaning closer with each whisper of word.

Letting out a sigh that sounded so wounded, Legolas nodded. “Well I suppose I shall accept it.” He said, barely able to get the words out given the smile on his lips. “Albeit reluctantly.” He added in jest. The hand that did not rest atop her own on the branch had lifted up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing across her rosy cheek in a gentle caress. Her heart leaped in her chest at the loving touch, while his heart stalled when she consciously tilted her head against his touch.

“The smile on your lips says otherwise.” Annúneth challenged, still leaning closer, barely aware that Legolas was mirroring her movement, the distance between them getting smaller and smaller.

“What smile?” The words were barely out of his mouth when her lips found his, and everything else, even their conversation, became inconsequential.

For truly nothing was of more consequence, then having Annúneth press her lips against his, shy and timid, and yet, sure, certain and unwavering at the same time. Legolas, on his part, returned the sweet gesture with a firm press of his own lips. He was a warrior, and the word gentle had never been one to be associated with him, and yet, in that moment, he was the very epitome of gentleness and tenderness.

The kiss lasted for only a few moments, a simple brush of lips, tentative and cautious.

Just as any new love would be.

And yet they both knew that for them, nothing would ever be the same.

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There was quite the surprise waiting for them once they descended the tree. Annúneth jumped down from the last branch, right into Legolas’s waiting arms. A joyful laugh echoed in the otherwise silent Garden, which had one of the newcomers smiling to themselves as he watched the two elves simply revel in one another’s presence.

His friend who stood next to him, had finally run out of patience.

“I do not believe it is courteous of a guest to disappear for an entire day without warning.” Thranduil spoke, the amusement in his tone betraying him as to how he truly felt about the situation.

Both Legolas and Annúneth stopped dead in their tracks. Their surprise had more to do with the knowledge that they had been together for an entire day and had not noticed the time passing. “Forgive us, My Lords.” Legolas said, his tone apologetic as he bowed. “Annúneth and I lost track of time as we spoke.” He admitted, though the use of her name had Annúneth smiling softly at him.

A development which did not go unnoticed by the two older Elves.

She turned to her father and smiled apologetically. “I am sorry if I worried you Ada.” No sooner had the words left her mouth when Legolas turned to look at her, utter surprise on his face as he repeated the last word she had spoken. “Ada?” He turned so he could look at her fully. “Lord Elrond is your father?” He asked, which had Annúneth frowning in confusion. “Did you not know?” She asked, to which he quickly shook his head.

Thranduil sighed, knowing exactly how the rest of the conversation would play out. “It is rather unbecoming of a Prince to not know a Lady’s father Legolas. I thought I had taught you better.”

The word Prince seemed to have the effect on Annúneth the same way the Ada had had on Legolas. “Prince?” Her voice echoed against the Garden wall. Having recovered, only barely, from the new information he had been exposed to, Legolas couldn’t help but repeat the words she had spoken to him.

“Did you not know?” He asked, to which Annúneth hit him on the shoulder, though there was no malice behind her act. “Of course not! I would never have called you a Vagabond if I had known.” She paused. “Then again, perhaps I still would have. No I am sure I would have.” A nod of affirmation had her reaffirming her statement.

Elrond chuckled, delighted to see his daughter seemed to take the news in a stride. And yet he was not unaware of the change he could see in his daughter. There seemed to be a glow about her, one that he was sure, she herself was unaware of, for she shared it with Legolas. “It would be best if we were to continue this discussion in my study. Perhaps over some breakfast?” He suggested, already steering Thranduil through the door.

Wordlessly glancing at one another, the two elves, feeling as if they were young elflings once again, about to be chastised, followed after their respective fathers.

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“I hear you are to leave tomorrow.”

The sound of her voice had him lifting his head from where he had been putting the last of his essentials in his bag. Annúneth stood there in his doorway, dressed in a blue gown. A blue that seemed rather familiar, yet he could not place it. He nodded, the very gesture reluctant as he picked up the belt that held held hid dagger. “As soon as the sun rises, we will be off.” He said, his voice sounding hard even to his own ears.

He felt her walk towards him, his eyes still glued to his best which he was fiddling with more out of the purpose of doing something. “I had hoped that you would stay a little longer, but it is not to be.”

She was standing in front of him now, and her presence was what urged him to lift his head and gaze upon her lovely face.

A sad smiled played across her lips as she held out a bag he didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Just something I thought would help you on your journey.” Opening the bag, he took note of the several items of food nestled within, carefully packed for his use for as long as they would last on the journey back home. He smiled. “Thank you for your kindness, Annúneth.” He said, setting the bag aside. “I shall surely miss it when I return home.”

Annúneth smiled. “Well I should hope so. I would be greatly offended if you did not for then I would have wasted my hours while entertaining you Prince Legolas.” She teased, though he could see that her heart wasn’t truly in it. But he indulged her nonetheless with a smirk on his lips.

“Oh? Was it out of kindness that you would spend your time with me, My Lady?” He returned, raising an eyebrow at her even as she lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Perhaps I simply took pity on you for your lack of friends. You did seem rather lonely when you stole into the kitchen Vagabond.” The Vagabond chuckled at her words as the both of them lapsed into silence.

Inhaling deeply, Annúneth cast her eyes towards the bed where his bags were ready to be saddled for the morning. “You really are leaving.” She muttered, as if the words were only just beginning to make sense to her. Legolas nodded, reaching out to guide her face back to him with a tender stroke of her cheek. “Yes, but I do not wish our last night to be full of sorrow. If you are willing, shall we return to the Garden for one last night of escape before I am to depart?” He asked, offering his arm to her.

Smiling, Annúneth wrapped her hands around his elbow.

“It shall be your honor to escort me Legolas.”

“You had best get off the high horse Annúneth. It wouldn’t do lest you fall.”

“I do not fear the fall, for I know you will be there to catch me. Will you not?”

“Always.”

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They were to leave.

They were to return to Greenwood that day.

And Annúneth could not bring herself to smile and wish them farewell on their journey.

Why?

Because she did not want to be parted from her Prince, just as he had no desire to part from his Lady.

But they had to.

He had to return to his Kingdom, and she had to stay with her family in Rivendell where she belonged.

She watched from the window as the line of riders departed, with Thranduil in the lead. Legolas should be beside him and yet, she could not see him there. That is until she spied him at the very end of the procession, his mount halted as the Prince looked up towards the window where she perched.

Even from afar, Annúneth could see the devastation in his blue eyes for they mirrored her own. Her hand lifted from the stone railing, to rest atop the gift he had given her.

Finally, Legolas’s horse turned and galloped after the disappearing procession. As she watched him disappear from her sight, Annúneth whispered a soft prayer to the Valar.

That no matter how long they would be apart, they would meet again.

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Unknown to her, secured with a pretty ribbon was a letter hanging from the branch of the tree they had sat underneath just the night before.

The words within, read thus.

My dear Annúneth,

It is truly with a heavy heart that I say my final words of farewell to you through this letter. I could not say these words in your presence for I was sure, that if I were to speak to you on the day of our departure, then I would not want to leave.

I am sorry to have not made my true feelings to you known, but I promise you, when next we meet, I will not hesitate to show you the true extent of my affections for you. Though that will not stop me from telling you just how much your presence in my life, for the past few months has changed me.

Annúneth, my beloved, even when I tried to stay away, my gaze would remained fixed upon you for I was mesmerized by your beauty and your kind and gentle heart. My heart was full of joy for the simply pleasure of being by your side. Perhaps that is why I did not tell you of my true feelings.

Not a day will go by when I will not think of you. I will dream of the day we would sit by the lake as we had planned, lost in one another, and let the rest of the world disappear around us.

Your name shall be a prayer upon my lips, and each night I will ask the Valar to grant me my wish, and have you by my side soon. That is the only prayer I shall live by until the next time I am your presence.

And like the moon and the sun in the sky, we shall remain by each other's side.

I was, am, and forever will be,

Yours,

Legolas

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Unknown to him, hidden between the loaves of bread in the bag she had given him, was a letter that she had written for him.

The words within, read thus.

My beloved Legolas,

How can I put into words what my heart has been bursting to say. To shout from the very treetops of my true feelings for you and how they have been imprinted within me for all eternity. You have not yet departed as I write this letter, and already my heart aches for it is aware of the impending absence.

I have lived a sheltered life, unaware of the world beyond my home, yet you have opened my eyes to a world that lies beyond home, and I pray that I will be able to explore all of it with you by my side. For there is no one else I would have as my guide in this world then you Legolas.

I hope you will not think of me too bold when I say, that it matters not what I may see in my visions, for your soul, your Fëa, is my shelter. I have no desire to be away from you for longer then necessary. When next we meet, I hope you will make me yours, as I hope to make you mine forevermore.

Not a day will go by when I shall not think of you, for my reason in this world is now you. Legolas you are within me, my heart, my mind, and my Fëa until the end of days. Should the world end, I shall be content if I were in your embrace.

I trust you to keep my heart safe my Vagabond. For my heart cannot find peace without you. May the Valar keep you safe on your travels. Be safe My Prince.

I hope like the moon and sun in the sky, we shall soon be by each other's side.

I was, am, and forever will be,

Yours,

Annúneth

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I loved your recent fic about mom!reader x dad!eddie finding out their pregnant. I would love to see arwen's reaction if they found out they were having a boy

notes: HI! sorry this took so long anon! this was my last semester of school and i stopped writing to focus on finishing up! i just graduated and sat down to start writing out some of these requests! i hope you enjoy! welcome to the munson family, baby boy 💛

“it’s a boy!! ” // e. munson

pairing: dad!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2,325

tags: pregnant reader, dad!eddie, mention of eddie’s mom, arwen munson is literally my child, fluff, chosen family, all the fav characters make an entrance, uncle steve, gender reveal, spoiler it’s a boy, apart of my arwen munson universe!

quote: “What are you gonna do this time then? Aragon for a boy and Éowyn for a girl.” Dustin teased. “It would keep with the Tolkien theme.” Steve nodded.

This entire pregnancy, you swore you were having a girl. It made the most sense. The baby was just like Arwen when you were pregnant with her. Slow heartbeat, many mornings of sickness, breakouts. It was all the Old wives tales of having a girl. So when you found out you were having a boy… you were most concerned about Arwen’s reaction.

It was 4 months into your pregnancy and it was finally time for the appointment where you would find out the gender. With Arwen, you let the doctor tell you right away in the office. But this time, you wanted to know with the whole family. You had your ultrasound and asked the doctor to put the results in an envelope. The temptation to open it, the answer at your fingertips, was difficult but you managed to give it to Nancy Byers to complete the surprise.

The Byers were dear to you and Eddie. In fact, your entire friend group has become your own little family. With Arwen calling your friends Uncle Stevie, Uncle Jonny, Aunt Robin, Aunt Nancy, and all the boys. Sometimes she’d put an uncle in front of Dusty but for the most part, she just added a “Y” to all of the boys' names and called it a day. Nevertheless, Dusty, Lukey, Willy, and Mikey all loved her and treated her just like their own niece.

The plan was to have a small party with your friends and family to find out the gender of your baby and to have Arwen there with you to celebrate. Nancy offered to host at her house and Eddie thought it would be fun to do the big reveal with some color themed confetti. So off Nancy went with your results to get either pink or blue confetti poppers for everyone.

You drove home to find Eddie was still not back from picking your daughter up from school so you laid on the couch for a moment of silence. Looking down and rubbing your stomach you asked out loud, “what could you be? Can we agree no matter what, you won’t be called Eddie Jr. Don’t tell your dad that but it’s not happening.”

With that the door opened and the sound of Arwen’s jelly shoes squeaked through the house. “HI MOMMY!” she yelled, throwing her backpack down on the floor and jumping onto the couch to give you a big hug. With a huff, you greeted her back.

“Hi, Ari. How was school?”

“Good. I can count to 10 in ALL!” she said, sticking her hands up to count in what she meant to say was ASL. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s really cool, baby! Are you ready for the baby’s party? Are you still sure they’re a girl?”

Your daughter shrugged, “they is.” You laughed at her incorrect sentence but ran a hand through her hair with a smile.

“I like your confidence.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Eddie called from around the corner.

“Hi, daddy-“ “Hey, handsome-“ You girls both responded. Eddie shook his head with a smile and leaned down to kiss your stomach.

“And how are you little Eddie Jr.” He leaned back up to kiss you.

“I love you but I’m not naming them Eddie Jr.” You said back, tapping his nose.

“Eddie Jr. is a boy's name. It’s a girl, dad.” She responded, sass laced in her voice.

“What happens if they end up being a boy, though. Remember we talked about this, it doesn’t matter we will love them the same.”

“I guess.” she attempted a smile. She was so adamant about a sister it wasn’t funny. Ever since her friend, Clara, told her she has a baby sister, it’s all Arwen wants. Of course it would be endearing to watch two little girls playing dress up and matching outfits but you also love the idea of a little rockstar or Eddie mini me.

“Well let’s go get dressed for the party!”

-

“Are you sure you’re not having twins?” Robin asked. You scoffed jokingly.

“Okay ouch, Buckley.” Clutching your stomach and turning away from her.

“They say the bigger you carry, the better chance it’s a boy. And a better chance I’m right!” She pointed at her “team boy” button Nancy passed out. You rolled your eyes.

“Glad you're here, Robin! We’ve missed you.” The banter ceased as you gave her a tight squeeze of a hug. Robin left Hawkins a few years ago to go “get a real life” as she puts it. You couldn’t help but notice how much she seems to make as many excuses for a visit. She misses home. And you all have missed her.

“If it’s not a girl, I am screwed because I lost the receipt,” Steve mumbled as he walked over to drop off his gift and grab a drink from the table.

“Just save it for the next Munson kid.” Robin remarked. “Or have your own.”

“Fair point.” He responds.

“Hi Steve, thank you for coming.” You gave your long-time friend a hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Munson. Wow it is weird calling you that. Still hasn’t settled.” He said.

“Hey, pretty boy!” Your husband wrapped his arm around Steve.

“Hey, man.” Steve returned the hug. “Congratulations on the baby. What do you think it is?”

“Little Eddie Jr. gonna be just like his old man.” Eddie shrugged before patting Steve’s shoulder and moving over to you. He wrapped his arms around you just like he did Steve but planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I-” you started.

“She doesn’t like the sound of Eddie Jr.” He answered for you.

“Still not sure on the names huh?” Dustin made his way into the conversation. The young kid with the pearly smile has grown up into a handsome young college graduate.

“It’s quite simple really. Robin if it's a girl and Buckley if it's a boy” Robin suggested.

“Why does she get her name honored like that?” Dustin scoffed. “I think I get some sort of acknowledgement toward a name. Thanks to me you're even together.”

“That is true… he was the one that made me apologize to you all those years ago and then you asked me out.” Eddie leaned into you.

“That’s not how that happened but okay.” You giggled.

“So Dustin if it’s a boy, right?” The curly haired graduate asked.

“Sure, kid.” Eddie messed with his hair like he did when he was in high school.

“We haven’t named our kids after any of you yet for this exact reason.” You added.

“What are you gonna do this time then? Aragon for a boy and Éowyn for a girl.” Dustin teased.

“It would keep with the Tolkien theme.” Steve nodded.

“Arwen got her name because Return of the King was the book she read to me while I was in the hospital. I joked that Arwen was a beautiful name and our daughter should be named that. There was a memory there.” Eddie explained.

“Still Tolkien.” Robin grabbed a cupcake off the table and took a bite causing her words to be mumbled, “What’s her middle name again?”

Arwen snuck into the conversation after hearing her name and leaned against her father who put his hands on her shoulder.

“What’s your middle name, Arwen?”

“Elodie” she said. “Like my grandma.” She smiled. Eddie smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“And you are beautiful just like her.” He responded.

Naming your daughter after Eddie’s mom brought a type of sentiment you didn’t realize Eddie had in his heart. He rarely spoke about his mom. You knew of his dad and the trouble it brought Eddie throughout his childhood but his mother’s mention was scarce. One day you asked Wayne about it. It was Wayne’s sister after all. He gave you a soft smile when you asked about her and told you how much she loved Eddie. She died when he was barely a teenager. That was when he was to live with his dad.

“She was always sick.” He’d say. “It never stopped her from showing up to all of Eddie’s events. First day of school, grade programs, his first talent show. But one day she got really sick and…” He would fade off. You knew what he was not saying. Later that day you’d ask Eddie to tell you about his mother and he finally was in a place to paint a picture for who this amazing woman was. Ever since then, it made so much sense why Eddie was the way he was with Arwen. It made sense why he would get extra precautious when you’d catch a cold or not feel well. Having Elodie as Arwen’s middle name meant so much to Eddie.

“Arwen Elodie Munson. That’s cute.”

“Okay Munson family, are you ready to find out if this baby is a boy or girl?” Nancy chimed, entering the backyard.

Eddie kept one hand on Arwen’s shoulder but moved his other to wrap around your waist. He gave your temple a quick kiss before patting your side. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded. “You?”

“Always. Let’s go.” He let go and followed Nancy to where everyone was gathered. There waited Nancy’s husband, Jonathan, all the boys, El and Max, Joyce and Jim, your parents and Uncle Wayne.

Eddie squeezed you lightly and acknowledged everyone before saying a word.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. You all mean so much to us. I genuinely wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all of you. Thank you for being there for me and my family. Man, we’re really getting old huh?” Eddie acknowledged your chosen family and looked back to you. “My wife is so strong and has helped me raise a beautiful and smart girl and I can’t wait to bring another baby into this world. Do you have anything you want to say?” He asks you.

“Thank you, love.” You responded. You looked out and it seemed the hormones suddenly hit because you felt tears begin to pour.

“You okay, mom?” Arwen asked, tugging your dress. A small laugh came out as you wiped your eyes.

“Yes, baby. I am just so thankful for all of you. You have loved me and my family and that is something that I am forever grateful for. This has been such a wild adventure and it’s only going to get better. Sorry,” you wiped a tear. “I blame hormones. Thank you everyone. Let’s find out what our baby is.” You laughed, getting a laugh from everyone else.

Nancy walked up to you with three confetti poppers. She gave your family the poppers and stood back. Eddie asked, “Alright final guesses?”

Everyone threw out guesses with a mixture of “A boy!”, “A girl!” “I don’t know!”.

“Arwen, when we countdown to 1, you're going to twist this at the bottom to send it off.” You showed her where to twist. She watched before holding hers to replicate you.

“Like this?” she asked, but she actually twisted it, causing the confetti popper to, well…

POP!

Shrieks came from all over but mainly Arwen who didn’t think she actually set it off. “I’M SOR- What?!?” she shrieked as she saw blue confetti fall around the three of them.

You were having a boy.

Eddie’s triumphant screams mixed with Arwen’s cries of disappointment was a sound you’d never forget. It made you want to laugh at the exact opposite reactions but you felt bad for Arwen. She was so excited for a little sister and her young brain couldn’t comprehend the fact it wasn’t something you could control.

The rest of your chosen family cheered, especially Robin who held her hand out to Steve waiting for him to pay her for winning their bet.

“It’s a boy!” Eddie stopped jumping around long enough to grab you and give you a big emotional kiss. You placed your hands over his and kissed him back with equal joy.

“It’s a boy” I say back, smiling. You hoped your son looked everything like your husband. His big brown eyes, his wife smile, even the curly hair that framed his face. Eddie was handsome and he was yours, it would be even more of a gift if your son came along to look just like him.

“I hope he gets your eyes,” Eddie says. You laugh as you were thinking the same thing toward him.

“Mom!” Arwen tugs onto your shirt, breaking the moment between you two.

“Yes baby?” you respond, leaning down as much as you can to her level.

“The baby is not a girl?” She pouted.

“No, it’s a boy. You’re going to have a baby brother! And hey,” You brushed her hair away from her face like you always do to comfort her. “You’re going to be the best big sister. Your baby brother is going to love you so much because you’re so cool.” You try to encourage her.

Finally, after a few moments of sulking, Arwen pulls out a small smile as she looks up at you. “Will he watch movies with me?” She asked.

It took everything out of you not to laugh at such an innocent question but of course you chuckled. “Of course, sweetie. He can watch all the movies with you.”

“I guess we can work it out.” She shrugs, trying to find a way to be excited.

“And, you get to go help me pick out boy clothes. You’re going to be my helper getting him dressed.”

“Dress up!!” Arwen perked. You nod. “Okay, baby brother.” She nods back, gleaming at her new older sister's duties.

Time seemed to freeze as you leaned back up and relaxed in Eddie’s arms. You just stood there taking in all the emotions that surrounded you. Personally, you didn’t care if your baby was a boy or a girl, you just wanted them to be healthy and loved. Clearly, your son was both of those things.

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Winter Forest (Legolas x f!reader) > part 3

PART ONE /// PART TWO

a/n: at long last, the third and final part of this story! 🥳 I hope it meets your expectations, because I definitely enjoyed writing this. let me know how you liked it, and consider reblogging to share it with more people who might enjoy it. 💗 lots of fluff ahead, you’re not ready 🤭

SUMMARY: [Y/N], Lord Elrond’s daughter, and Prince Legolas form a close friendship from their earliest childhoods. This story follows significant moments between them and how their relationships progresses over time. This part happens around the end of The Return of the King, and after.

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E I G H T

[Y/N] was standing on a balcony, wistfully staring into the distance as she surveyed all of her surroundings. It was the day before they all charged into the final battle in order to try and divert Sauron’s attention from Frodo, so he could at last complete his mission. If he was even alive, that was. Her thoughts were all shades of gloomy as she drew in deep breaths, suddenly finding new appreciation for mundane everyday occurrences, such as standing on balconies at sunset. There was an unmistakable bothersome pain in her right ankle, a souvenir from her careless horse-riding days, but she tried hard not to let anybody see her discomfort; any extra discouragement at the time was needless. But pushing on was the right thing to do.

Legolas stood a small distance behind her, so calmly that she didn’t even take notice of it, and taking in a different kind of view – his closest friend, the person he loved, and he wondered how many more times he’d have the chance to look at her. It was unlike him to be pessimistic but, to put it mildly, the odds weren’t exactly in their favor for this battle. The blond elf admired [Y/N], her hair in the soft breeze, last rays of sunlight kissing her skin, as she fidgeted with something in the palm of her hand. Unaware that anyone was nearby, the girl winced quietly at the pain in her ankle, and Legolas was by her side in the blink of an eye.

“I had no idea you were even there,” she looked at him sheepishly, but quickly put on a brave face. “I was just out here taking in the view.”

“So was I,” Legolas looked at her so intently that she felt blood rush to her cheeks instantaneously, “but I could not help wondering whether something was causing you pain.”

“Besides the inevitable doom awaiting us tomorrow?” [Y/N] chuckled darkly. “There is nothing that should concern you.” She could see in Legolas’ eyes that he didn’t quite believe her.

“Is there?” the blond interrogated her further. “You know that I know you, [Y/N],” his voice dropped low, almost becoming a whisper. [Y/N] gulped, turning away from him and clutching something in her hand.

“I think I do not need to be adding onto the pile of problems we are currently facing,” she gulped, avoiding the prince’s gaze, and suddenly finding herself on the verge of tears. [Y/N] was aware that Legolas knew she was in pain, and that he knew she was still a bit too stubborn to admit it. As he gently reached out for her hand, the elf let out a shaky breath – there was only one right thing to do now.

“You could never… I love you,” he breathed out, feeling as if someone else had just said those immense words. He grasped the girl’s hand as she finally turned to face him with teary eyes, only just realizing how closely they were standing. All the outside noises were suddenly muted. [Y/N] gathered the courage to finally look into Legolas’ eyes; her lower lip trembled, but she squeezed his hand in return.

“You...love me?” she inquired wide-eyed, the corners of her lips subconsciously twisting upward and heat rushing into her cheeks. “Since when?” she almost laughed in a mixture of happiness and disbelief, and quickly opened her clenched fist to place the broken little arrow shaft on the stone wall, so she could also take his other hand in hers. Legolas’ glanced at the little artifact on the wall, his eyes glimmering in recognition. He didn’t know why, but it gave him just a little bit of courage. If [Y/N] had kept it all those years, it must have meant something.

“I do not now when it began,” the taller elf smiled, feeling more confident with their hands intertwined, “perhaps when you negotiated archery lessons in exchange for pretty rocks from your collection,” he held her hands close to his chest now and they were fully facing each other, “perhaps when I found you injured after riding a wild horse,” he chuckled, drawing out a giggle from [Y/N], “perhaps when I wanted to kiss you but you bit me on the nose and ran away.” A radiant smile was now adorning Legolas’ face, and [Y/N] had a similar one. “I cannot say certainly when it started, but I do know that you have been a part of me for as long as I can remember.”

“And I love you,” she finally uttered in a voice trembling with excitement and emotion, “I have loved you all my life.” She touched his cheek gently with her hand, thinking how ethereal he looked with the golden sunset glow on his handsome features. Suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, and with the way Legolas was looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes, she hugged him with all her might, and the elf immediately wrapped his slender arms around her frame. They looked out at the radiant sky which looked like a masterful painting – a farewell from the world they had known all their lives, and a prologue for darkness that was almost certainly awaiting them. It felt almost sinful to be basking in love and sunlight at a time like that, and simultaneously, there was no better time to be doing it.

“I cannot believe it has taken us so long to just…admit all of that,” [Y/N] mused, her voice muffled by Legolas’ chest.

“Had I not said it now, I would have spent the rest of my life regretting it,” Legolas sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of [Y/N]’s head. “I just want you to be alright.” He confessed, a strain of terrifying thoughts about the upcoming battle cutting through his serene mind.

“I will be,” [Y/N] moved away only as much as was necessary to look up into the elf’s face, “you know that I always am. And besides… this time I will have you.” She smiled so warmly that his heart almost stopped beating for a second. How was it possible to look at someone with so much love? He must be the luckiest person in the world, he thought.

“You have me, meleth nin,” he cradled [Y/N]’s face in his hands, “you have had me the whole time.” All that [Y/N] needed to do to indicate what she wanted, was to slightly tilt her head, and within a heartbeat Legolas’ soft lips were on hers, and she thought her heart and body would combust. The pair allowed themselves to forget all that was around them, all that had been and all that was coming, at least for this brief, perfect moment.

[Y/N] was the first to breathlessly pull away as her hands travelled from Legolas’ chest upwards over his shoulders and then to securely clasp behind his neck. She thought she’d heard something and she cast a suspicious glance over the blond elf’s shoulder, only to see two curly heads peeking out from behind the door, unmistakably belonging to Merry and Pippin. They gasped when they caught her eyes and immediately scurried away, but she could clearly hear Pippin yell out “I knew it!”

Neither [Y/N] nor Legolas could help but laugh heartily. As they joined in another kiss, [Y/N] thought, whatever happens tomorrow… won’t be for nothing.

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N I N E

Every danger and perilous situation seemed to lay forgotten, at last, at least for a day when it was time for Aragorn’s coronation ceremony. It was one of the most majestic events [Y/N] had even witnessed, and her heart almost tripled in size as she stood arm in arm with Legolas, watched her sister Arwen get reunited with her lover as their father’s eyes glistened with tears (actually, Lord Elrond had been aware that the two young elves had feelings for each other for ages upon ages, and sometimes even went as far to joke about it with king Thranduil, after having some of the finest elven wine).

All were decked out in their most majestic outfits and engulfed in a wave of immeasurable joy; it was a grand family affair after all – Arwen becoming queen through her marriage to Aragorn, and [Y/N] and Legolas having found a romance of their own. [Y/N] was on the verge of happy tears half the time, whilst her Prince couldn’t keep his eyes off of her most of the time. Under such a loving gaze, anyone could have melted, but she was the luckiest elven lady in the realm, she was certain of it. Every now and then, Legolas would caress her hand or intertwine their fingers in a subtle sign of affection, and the two of them were the very picture of love and serenity. However, his mind was secretly racing as one thought echoed time and time again – he wanted to marry [Y/N] more than anything. Watching Arwen and Aragorn awoke something in him, and he started planning for the most perfect, yet intimate and personalized proposal.

Having enlisted the help of every and any person possible, it was slightly difficult to keep it all a secret from [Y/N] for some amount of time, but thankfully she was pretty busy catching up on quality time with her sister, helping her decorate around her chambers in Gondor, and filling her in on the many things that happened during the ring quest. When the day came, Legolas was almost beside himself with nervousness, but he was almost certain [Y/N] will say yes, which eased his mind just a little bit. He wore one of his best outfits, his hair was perfectly shiny and silky as he knocked on [Y/N]’s door after a couple of deep breaths. With a radiant smile, she invited him in, and his heart skipped a beat – he was the luckiest person in Middle-earth.

“Actually, I was hoping you would accompany me for a walk, my flower,” he suggested, taking her hand in his. “It is a beautiful day outside, but nowhere near as beautiful as you.” At this point, [Y/N] was almost blushing, but she adored the extra romantic side of her best-friend-turned-lover.

“I don’t see why not, my prince,” she smiled at his invitation. “I do feel like I have not been seeing you around so much lately,” the girl confessed with a small pout. The blond reassured her with a soft kiss on her hand.

“That is true, and I apologize for it, beloved,” Legolas admitted earnestly, “I have been busy attending to some things, but I will show you everything. You have my word.” He looked down for a moment, his nerves getting the best of him, but then met [Y/N]’s kind eyes again. “I will always show you everything.”

[Y/N]’s heart melted at his words and she cupped his face in her hands and leaned her forehead against his. “I know, dearest, I know.”

The pair strolled out of the city halls into the nature that surrounded them, into the lush looking forests that have been recovering from the recent events, and Legolas requested that [Y/N] closes her eyes for a few moments, while he led her into a small clearing surrounded by the tallest, most majestic trees.

When the girl opened her eyes, she couldn’t help but gasp instantaneously as she took in the view around her – the forest was enchanted to look snowy, with glistening snowflakes falling seemingly out of nowhere and sparkling like jewels in the air. The scene was ethereal and perfect – Legolas knew her too well, after all, and he knew she adored snowy, wintery forest scenery with their peace, as well as unpredictability. [Y/N] couldn’t pinpoint the source of it, but she heard soft elvish music coming from somewhere, and recognized one of her favorite tunes that was usually accompanied with romantic lyrics. While she looked around in a dreamy haze, Legolas kept looking only at her. It was worth going above and beyond with planning all of that for his favorite person.

“This is… this is absolutely gorgeous, Legolas,” she breathed out finally, after some moments of marveling in silence. “How did you…?” she looked at him in disbelief.

“I had a little help from some dear friends,” he shrugged with a little smile. Heavens, she was beautiful, and the nature they found themselves in only seemed to amplify that. “I assume that you do like it?” he looked down at her, trying to be modest, but simultaneously very proud of what he had come up with.

“I absolutely love this! It is certainly one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed!” [Y/N] exclaimed with the most genuine smile, turning to face Legolas and grabbing both of his hands. “I absolutely love you. You are incredible.”

“Nowhere near as you, my love,” Legolas muttered as his glistening eyes bore into hers. “And this here is the reason why I have been a little busier lately. I hope you are not upset.”

“No, not at all,” [Y/N] reassured him yet again. “This is the most magical gift I ever could have received. I have no idea how I could ever repay you with something.”

“Oh, but you do not have to repay me in any way, my dearest,” he caressed her face as magical snowflakes fell all around them. “Just love me... for the rest of time.” His voice dropped low, as [Y/N] caught on his intentions. The taller elf stepped back from her a little bit and started getting down on one knee. Before he had a chance to do it completely, [Y/N] pulled him back up with a gentle smile, and tears of joy were already forming in her eyes. She didn’t want him kneeling before her – they had been equals for hundreds of years, and it was only fair to remain as such. Legolas understood her without a word, and gently took both her hands in his; her fingertips were only slightly chilly.

“[Y/N],” he began, quietly, but with a newfound confidence, “I have been loving you ever since I did not even know what love was – but for me it was you, and always will be you. You are my home, and my adventure, all in one. You are a ray of sunshine that draws me to its warmth and lights up every single day of my life, a life we have been sharing for hundreds of years and I want to keep sharing it with you forever. Your laughter is the sweetest music to my ears and your eyes outshine all the stars in the clear night sky. I can only hope that you find as much happiness with me as I find with you, and I want you to know that I am endlessly grateful for every moment I get to spend with you.”

At this point, [Y/N] had tears streaming freely down her face, whereas Legolas held back his own. She subconsciously nodded her head in tiny movements, which made her lover chuckle. They squeezed each other’s hands in mutual reassurance.

“There is only one question left to ask, my love,” Legolas looked deeply into [Y/N]’s tearful eyes, “Will you face all the remaining ages of this world, with me, and become my wife?” [Y/N] wiped her happy tears with both her hands and started nodding frantically with an enthusiastic smile.

“Yes, yes, and a hundred times yes,” she exhaled finally, and Legolas elatedly picked her up by her waist and spun her around in the magical forest. The pair laughed genuinely for a few moments, partly in joy, partly in disbelief - how lucky they were! Throwing all decorum aside (and they were alone in that part of the forest anyway), [Y/N] took Legolas’ handsome face between her palms and pulled him into a breathtakingly passionate kiss, like they had never kissed before, as glittering snow fell all around them.    

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T E N

Something, or someone was tugging at the bottom of the silky blanket that [Y/N] was sharing with her husband, and the woman quietly groaned, not yet feeling like getting out of the bed. The tugging, however, continued, and was soon followed by a small voice.

“Nana,” the voice called out and [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, beginning to properly wake up, “nanaaa!”

“Yes, my little leaf,” she sat up in bed, finally spotting the little culprit with a head of messy blond hair standing at the foot of the large bed. Thalias, her and Legolas’ son took that as a sign to climb up for some morning cuddles; his hair was falling on his round face and he almost tripped over himself while crawling over the blankets.

“I want to go play with cousin Eldarion, may I please go?” Thalias looked up at his mom with large eyes and a tiny pout. Ah, so that’s why he pretended he wanted cuddles, [Y/N] thought to herself and tried not to laugh out loud. Legolas was seemingly still asleep by her side. The little elf in her arms started fiddling with her locks of hair while waiting for the decision.

“I do not think we have any special obligations today, but maybe we should check with ada, just in case,” [Y/N] smiled warmly at the child as his concerned facial expression turned into a more relieved one. “Why don’t you wake him up?” the woman smirked. Thalias practically jumped from her lap and started poking around Legolas’ face, making him frown in his sleep. [Y/N] giggled heartily.

“What is it?” Legolas muttered sleepily.

“Your son wants to talk to you,” she replied with a hint of mischief in her voice.

“He is your son as well, dearest,” Legolas murmured again, but it became impossible for him to fall asleep again as he heard his son’s soft little “ada” and his heart melted of cuteness.

“No, not this early in the morning, he is not,” [Y/N] laughed and gently stroked her husband’s cheek as he fully opened his eyes. He gave her a warm smile and proceeded to embrace Thalias, ruffling his already wild morning hair.

“What was it that you wanted, little one?” Legolas inquired, and the little elf in his arms suddenly seemed to become shy. He looked back and forth between you and Legolas as he fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

“I would like to go play with cousin Eldarion,” he confessed in a small voice, “he has got a new bow and promised to show me.”

“A new bow, is that so?” Legolas said, exaggerating his surprise and drawing out an adorable giggle from the child. [Y/N] couldn’t take her eyes off her two favorite boys and their interaction.

“Yes,” Thalias gasped with wide eyes, “with real arrows and all that!”

“You don’t think that might be a little dangerous for two very young boys, such as you?” [Y/N] inquired, quirking an eyebrow, but she was just curious to see her son’s reaction.

“Nana, we are big boys already!” he whined. “And we will be very careful,” he decided to add, as seriously as a young toddler could, just for good measure.

“Only if those big boys will eat their lunch later and not complain about it like babies do,” [Y/N] joked with her son, and now Legolas was the one gazing lovingly at the two.

“I promise,” Thalias pouted with big, honest eyes. [Y/N] extended her hand and took his tiny one for a soft handshake. “Very well, then,” she smiled genuinely.

“What are you waiting for, go,” Legolas chuckled as he tickled the little elf, making him finally move off of him and joyfully skip out of his parents’ chambers.

There were a few moments of silence and [Y/N] laid back down, curling up against her husband’s side as his strong arms pulled her as close as possible. He pressed a loving kiss to her forehead before speaking up.

“Are they not a little young for bows and arrows,” Legolas inquired, suddenly just slightly worried. [Y/N] kissed him on the cheek, suppressing a smile.

“Doesn’t that remind you of someone, perhaps?” she teased and poked Legolas’ side softly. “I, myself, can think of some similarly reckless young elves from a few centuries ago.”

“That is a different thing entirely, my love!” Legolas gasped and moved so that now he was hovering over his wife. Even after such a long time, he still couldn’t get enough of her.

“Ah yes, of course, my prince,” [Y/N] replied sarcastically, “we got into arguments with our respective fathers merely a couple thousand times.” She giggled as Legolas left a trail of feather-light kisses on her exposed neck.

“You win this one, alright,” he murmured into her soft skin right before leaving a small love bite on it, drawing out a squeal from the woman underneath him. “I won ages ago, anyway.” The blond elf confessed, having moved again so that his face was right above [Y/N]’s. His eyes were brimming with love and pride.

“It is actually quite a good thing that Thalias will be playing outside for a while now,” Legolas smirked. “I get my gorgeous wife for myself for a few more hours,” his voice dropped lower, and [Y/N]’s skin lightly shivered at the combination of that, and the passionate look in her husband’s eyes. His lips ghosted over hers teasingly, but she seized the opportunity to softly bite the tip of his nose, and the pair broke into a small fit of laughter.

THE END.

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“here take the space where my / heart goes / I give that to you too” (Henry Dumas)

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“and the strange church I am building / with you as the altar” (Charles Simic)

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there it is!!! I really really hope you enjoyed this ride, I know I did. 🥺 I’ve got so many wonderful comments on this story, so thank you all for that - you warmed my heart and pushed me to keep writing. ❤️❤️❤️ Let me know your final thoughts on it 👀

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[elrondsimp]

Elrond x M! Reader

“Dad”

Arwen was in the kitchen with her father's boyfriend, Y/n, cooking up a delicious meal for the family. As she reached for an ingredient, she turned to Y/n and said, "Can you hand me the salt, Dad?" As soon as the word slipped out of her mouth, Arwen froze. She hadn't meant to call Y/n "Dad". But there was something about the way he had been there for her and her father that made her feel like he was a part of the family.

Y/n stopped what he was doing and looked at Arwen with a gentle smile. "It's okay," he said, handing her the salt. "I'm happy to be a part of your family, Arwen." Feeling embarrassed and guilty for the slip of the tongue, Arwen stuttered out an excuse, saying she wasn't thinking. But Y/n just gave her a warm hug and told her not to worry about it.

Unbeknownst to them, Elrond had been standing in the other room, listening to the exchange. When he heard Arwen call Y/n "Dad", his heart swelled with pride and happiness.

He knew that Y/n had been a wonderful influence on his daughter, and seeing them together like this only confirmed it. Elrond couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as he watched them cook together, feeling grateful for the love and connection that had grown between them.

As they sat down to enjoy their meal, Elrond couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n’s presence in their lives. He knew that the road ahead would not be easy, but having Y/n by his side gave him hope and strength.

And seeing the way Y/n and Arwen interacted, Elrond knew that they were in good hands. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, and come out stronger on the other side.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1- Knowing One's Place

Summary: You and Legolas have been friends since childhood, but as you become adults, King Thrandruil, father to Legolas, begins to fear the Greenleaf legacy is threatened by your affection towards each other.

Author Note: Character introduction, Y/N, Legolas x FemaleElf, Elves, Royalty, Kings, Lords, Prince, Princesses, Mentions of Weapons and War, Lord of the Rings movie references/Pre Fellowship of the Ring, Sindarin language, Sindarin to English translations

*Suitress-Female suitor

*heni-, nin réd- understand, my son

*bein -iel- fair daughter

Italics signify flashbacks and character thoughts.

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You remember your childhood quite fondly with Legolas. Since the pair of you have been able to walk, your parents would always find you and Legolas pursuing adventures in the thickets surrounding Mirkwood. Legolas’ father, Thranduil, Elvin King of Mirkwood, perceived no threat at the time since you were merely children at play. As the two of you grew into young adults, he sensed he would have to intervene sooner rather than later when your endearments heightened towards one another. His longstanding ambition was to preserve the purity of the Sindarin royal bloodline, regardless of the cost. Your father, however, Lord Elrond of Rivendell, permitted you to be youthful playmates, and decided to not predetermine the future for you and Legolas as you progressed into adulthood.

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You shared many of the same interests as Legolas. Although you each excelled in different battle related skill sets, you would each tutor the other to nurture the other’s drawback until you’ve become a master at it. For instance, Legolas was a superior archer, and would assist you with your aim and accuracy. He often took you to the river near the kingdom to go bowfishing after you’ve mastered stationary targets. You outrivaled most Elvin warriors in swordplay, so you trained with Legolas four times a week to refine his already elevated fencing abilities.

Thranduil has often scolded Legolas for lavishly spending hours upon hours a day with you when he should be sustaining his royal obligations as Prince of Mirkwood. During his adolescence, Legolas’ punctuality suffered significantly at the expense of your engagements together, which irritated his father and in turn, frustrated yours.

Your father being a more forbearing parent, Elrond had a heart to heart with you and Legolas about imperial responsibilities and the toll it may take if you fail to fulfill them. Since then you each made sure to be more mindful of the time you spent with one other. Last thing you or Legolas wanted was to impair any good standings you had with each other’s families and the provinces.

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Legolas once again finds himself in his father’s study being lectured for his ongoing mischief with you in the forest as of late. A song and dance which Legolas was growing very weary of as a grown elf.

“Father, my affairs with Y/N isn’t all for naught. We practice worthwhile ploys daily together which would prove valuable in the event of an attack.” Legolas justified.

Thranduil turned to his son with an exasperated expression.

“My son, more evolves from these encounters than you realize.” He stated.

Legolas tilted his head curiously. “Go on.” He insisted.

Thranduil sighed then continued. “The time you waste with Y/N could be time spent considering a *suitress since you’re of age for marriage.”

Legolas rolled his eyes then averted his gaze out the window, remaining silent.

Another annoyed exhalation left Thranduil before he continued.

“Legolas, please *heni-, nin réd,” his father pleaded, “existing as a royal means you serve your kingdom, and one of those responsibilities is to make sure the noble bloodline remains pure. You will unite with a thoroughbred Elvin princess to preserve that lineage.”  

Legolas looked back at him. “Father, you speak of me as if I’m a steed to showcase for breeding. And you suspect too much. Y/N and I are simply companions, nothing more.” He reassured.

Thranduil cast his son a look of disbelief.

Legolas turned on his heel and left the room with no other words, leaving his father disgruntled once more.

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Lord Elrond has spent many a day walking the gardens of Rivendell with you, discussing you and your 3 siblings duties as royalty, battles he’s won and lost, distant lands he’s travelled whilst befriending the beings and creatures that resided there, and above all, how ethereal and divine your mother, Lady Celebrían, was in life.

“She was celestial, Y/N.” He reminisced. “Your brothers Elladan carries her wit and mischievousness whilst Elrohir holds her aptitude for intricate knowledge and appreciation of solitude. Arwen possesses your mother’s gift of patience and empathy. You, my daughter, gained the desire for valor and adventure… which I am at a loss of how or why.” He said shaking his head with a weak yet amused smile.

You laugh gently. You always enjoyed your evening strolls with your father on the kingdom grounds.

A long pause lingered before your father spoke again.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to discuss something of importance with you.” He declared.

You look up at him concerned. “Yes? Everything alright, father?” You asked.

He casted a soft smile at you. “It’s nothing terrible, *bein -iel,” he reassured, “I spoke with his majesty, King Thranduil-“

You sighed quite audibly, expressing your displeasure at the mention of your comrade’s father.

Elrond shook his head choosing to ignore your escaped crudeness.

“-and he voiced concern of the amount of time Legolas has been squandering with combat practices, while he should be concentrating on his stately duties.”

You look at your father affectionately skeptical.

“His ‘stately duties’ as in, choosing a princess to wed?” You dared to question.

Elrond directed a look of shock towards you.

“I didn’t say that-“ He began the effort to recover with an authoritative tone.

He clearly tried to reduce the level of concern on Thranduil’s behalf about your relationship with Legolas. Nonetheless, you saw right through your father's ruse, finding it quaint and entertaining.

You chuckled respectfully, “Father, I’m aware that Legolas has 'stately duties' to carry out.” You respond, emphasizing ‘stately duties’ sarcastically in an imitation deep voice.

Your father groaned, massaging his eyelids with his forefinger and thumb hoping to tame the headache you’ve been giving him for the majority of your life.

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[demigoddessqueens]

Arwen A-Z NSFW

Tags - 18 +, smut, NSFW

A/N - this was from an ask I got a whole back, that’s going to be attached to another CV one

A - Aftercare

SUPER into aftercare and body worship

B - Bodypart

Your arms because she feels most secure and safe in them

C - cum

I’d get the feeling that she’d be ok with it, and wouldn’t mind a mess

D - dirty secret

If someone were to accidentally walk in on you both, she wouldn’t care 😉

E - experience

Arwen Most likely had a past flame before you

F - favorite position

Kinda leaning into the intimacy, anything where your arms and legs wrap around her

G - goofy

There may be some goofy moments before/after love-making, just to ease into it

H - hair

Seems natural that elven nobility would be well-groomed

I - intimacy

Queen of intimacy! It goes a long way

J - Jack off/masturbate

Arwen simply may or may not have time for it, or it may be looked down on by elven nobility, but it serves more as a relief

K - kink

Maybe some light hair pulling or if you can, placing her hands above her head

L - location

If it’s not a secret hideaway, most likely in her chambers, complete with luxury silk and beds

M - motivation

With or without the immortality, Arwen wants as long as happy a life she is afforded with you

N - no

Will never do anything that harms or puts you at risk

O - oral

LOVES to give and receive!!

P - pace

Likes to go slow and sensual to feel every moment with you

Q - quickie

Not exactly her favorite, as it takes away some of the intimacy she craves

R - risk

Kinda similar to “wild card”, albeit Arwen likes to lean a bit more into the trading side

S - stamina

Arwen likes to take her slow, sweet time so I’d imagine a good 2-3 rounds with TONS of aftercare

T - toys

Idk if toys would be a thing here but I’d imagine strap-on’s in a modern AU

U - unfair

Bit of a slight fem dom here and there

V - volume

Fairly tries to keep quiet, but blushed one time at a surprise yelp should anyone hear them

W - wild card

There was that one time she initiated in the garden, less anyone almost walk in on you both

Y - yearning

The idea of a long, happy life with you keeps in Arwen’s heart

Z - zzz 💤

Wont fall asleep automatically, but take the time to admire you for a while

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 8 - "Leave the lights on"

Arwen x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Despite her exhaustion, Arwen is too uneasy to sleep.

Warnings/Notes: None. Also for the prompt "sleep deprivation."

Word Count: 1537

  “Arwen?”

  Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the unusual brightness of your bedroom, not a shadow in sight except for the night sky behind the curtains. The bed beside you was empty but you could quite clearly see Arwen in her chair beside the bookshelf.

  Her long nightgown draped over the chair, some of the long fabric tucked around her legs. Her head rested on her knees, legs drawn to her chest as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Her gaze was blank, eyes weary and bloodshot as she stared straight ahead.

  Though at your voice, her head turned towards you. Relief cleared the glaze over her eyes and she forced a trembling smile.

  “Y/n… did I wake you?”

  “No, you didn’t.” You sat up, pushing the blankets off of your legs with one hand and with the other, gesturing to the various lit lanterns. “But those did.”

  Embarrassment passed through Arwen’s face and she drew her shoulders to her neck. “I am sorry. I had an… unpleasant dream and sought the light. Darkness and I do not fare well.”

  Nodding in understanding, you rested a hand on the mattress beside you. It was cool. Arwen must have been up for a while.

  In utter honesty you were certain she hadn’t slept more than 5 hours in the past week. Elves obviously do not need as much rest as mortals, but they still need sleep every once in a while. To go this long on so little rest is drastic even for an elf.

  Everytime you confronted Arwen on it, she shut you down, claiming her studies had kept her up too late or she lost track of time. You knew she had nightmares but didn’t know the true extent of them, so you decided to find out.

  Arwen had completely fallen asleep earlier at breakfast, and then at lunch as well. She made it through dinner but only because she was aware of your suspicious gaze on her the whole time. Though after eating she drifted off in the library.

  When you finally cornered her and got out that it was the nightmares preventing her from getting any rest, you offered to stay in her room. She tried to fight you on it at first out of fear of your reaction but you broke through her exhausted defenses eventually and fell asleep side by side.

  “How long have you been awake?” You left bed, feet padding on the cold stone floor as you wandered towards the window. The sky was still dark and the stars still bright, but a soft warm light was beginning to wake in the east.

  Arwen hesitated. “A few hours.” She replied quietly. “Though I am not tired, I was thinking of starting my day now.”

  Her words were an obvious lie. The poor thing was exhausted. Deep shadows pulled beneath her reddened eyes, her head slowly bobbing back and forth as she tried to keep it up.

  “How about you try to sleep a little longer?” You offered as you kneeled in front of her. When she buried her face in her knees after letting out a soft protest, you lifted her chin. “Arwen. You are exhausted, you need to sleep.”

  “I’m not tired.” Arwen lied once more, turning her chin up. 

  “You’re exhausted.”

  “I do not want to sleep.”

  “It’s not about what you want, Arwen. It’s about what you need.” You said firmly, moving your other hand to tilt her face in your direction. When she closed her eyes, you shook her head gently. “What is it about sleeping that you are so against? You’re only hurting yourself.”

  Arwen suddenly stood up and pushed past you. She drew whatever loose fabric of her dress that she could around herself in a tight embrace as she moved to stand on the other side of the room beside the brightest light. 

  “Arwen…”

  “You do not understand, y/n.”

  “Then teach me how to and I will.” You approached her with the calmness of trying to tame a wild animal; you the tamer, Arwen the frightened creature in the corner. “Tell me what is going on. Please.”

  It was a combination of your pleas and exhaustion that finally broke Arwen’s defenses. She did not try to explain nor fight you. Instead, she just sank into your arms with a pathetic sob, gripping you like a vice.

  Her tears did not spill for long as she had already shed the majority of them earlier in the night, after her foul dream. Once the streams on her face had died and her whimpers had softened, you sat her down on the bed and wrapped her in blankets.

  You made a quick trip down to the kitchens to fetch a warm cup of honey tea, a soothing, favorite balm of hers to a troubled soul. 

  Now situated with a thick blanket over her shoulders, enough lights to shine brighter than the sun, and a cup of her favorite tea, Arwen finally spilled the truth about her troubles.

  “Nightmares plague me. Every time I close my eyes.” She whispered, gaze focused on the warm liquid in her cup, the steam tickling her nose and soothing her sore throat. “And they are always the same.”

  You did not speak, but when you noticed her shoulders tensing, you placed your hand over her knee as a sign of silent support.

  “It begins with a darkness as foul as Mordor… and it spreads over Middle Earth.” Arwen’s voice dropped. She stopped for a moment to swallow, eyes wide as if shutting them would suck her back into the horrors made by her mind. “Its tendrils reach Rivendell… it tortures all whom I have once loved, merciless and cruel. My father… my mother and brothers, you…” Her voice cracked.

  Your heart ached in your chest for the poor elf. To live the same nightmare every night was an awful curse, but a nightmare such as this… it now made sense why she did everything in her power not to sleep.

  “Once it reaches you… I must see you torn to pieces. And then… the screams.” Arwen was now hardly whispering, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands moved to cover her ears like she could hear the high pitched shrilling once more. “The screams… they only get louder and louder until… I wake up. And every night it gets harder to wake.” She sniffled. “I’m… I’m only waiting for the day when I cannot bring myself back… when my fate is set permanently to the shadows of my own mind.”

  If there was anything else to Arwen’s dream, you would never truly know, for once the last words escaped her tortured lips she began to sob once more.

  You said nothing, only wrapping her body into a tight embrace against yours. Her fingers grasped frantically at your shirt, so tight you were glad it was not your skin her nails were digging into. Her eyes squeezed shut and terrified whimpers broke from her lips. 

  “It is not real…” You whispered.

  “It feels so…”

  “Do not think of it.” You hugged her tighter, shaking your head. “Think only of me. Of my touch and warmth. I will not let these dreams hurt you any longer.”

  Your words were comforting enough that after one last sob, Arwen began to calm down. With shaky hands, she finished the remnants of her tea and then tore the blanket from her shoulders, body too hot… too uneasy.

  You soothed her problem with a cold rag draped across her forehead, her head resting on your thigh as you ran your fingers through her scalp. She had settled into a calm, quiet and lax heap, staring ahead blankly as she tried desperately to stay awake.

  “I do not wish to sleep…” Arwen whined softly, fingers weakly reaching for your arm. “I fear what will haunt me in places you cannot step.”

  “Arwen…” You sighed. Carefully, you moved her head to rest on the pillows and settled on your stomach beside her. “You need to sleep. If you have another nightmare, I will be right here. Wake me, and I will keep you safe.”

  “But…”

  You cupped her face, palms against her warm cheeks as you gazed at her. “It’s going to be okay.” You whispered against her forehead before letting your lips press into it.

  The gentle kiss drew the last of her worries and protests from her lips with a sigh and her eyes fluttered shut. “Stay by my side.”

  “I will.” You murmured quietly. 

  Arwen nodded, fingers tangling in your sleeve. She almost drifted off when she felt you move and her eyes opened once more.

  “Leave it on… please.”

  You stopped, hand an inch away from the bright lantern at your side. You were about to retort that she couldn’t possibly need all of these lights on, but then the fight left your body at the desperation in her eyes.

  A small smile spread across her lips and she snuggled up to your side. “Thank you…”

  You pulled her head until it was nestled on your chest, then kissed the top of hers once more. “Get some sleep.”

[faeriichaii]

Hi! I was wondering if you could please write a legolas fix where he has a crush on f!reader!. But here's the thing, she's arwen sister and both arwen and aragorn try to match them both together and at the end they get to confess and all! I had this idea tysm<33

Sunkissed ~ Legolas x F!Elf!Reader

A/N: oh how I missed Legolas <3 I haven’t written anything for him in such a long time that I am so so happy to do a request for him again <3 tbh I think it is so easy for me to write him? Cause idk I picture him like the perfect romance guy?? And idk I always get so soft writing for him haha but omg I hope you enjoy the story!! <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 2.0k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Le I velethril e-guil nîn ~ You are the Love of my Life ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Le Melin ~ I love you ࿐ྂ

Summary: You have been in love with the elven prince since quite a time, but never told him about it. Your sister Arwen however, is determined to change the course of your relationship with Legolas.

The light of the setting sun enveloped the room in a warm orange hue, a perfect start for the upcoming celebration of the night. Aragorn, as well as the rest of the company, arrived in Rivendell a few days ago. However, due to their immense exhaustion, the festivities had to be postponed until today. Sitting in front of your vanity, you listened to Arwen hum while her hands brushed through your hair. You have asked for her help earlier and being your sister, she of course, did not decline your request of braiding your hair. “Are you excited for todays festivities?” You suddenly asked her. Watching her reflection through the mirror, you saw a gentle smile gracing her face. “Of course I am sister. They have finally returned from their long journey and deserve to be celebrated.” “You are especially keen on celebrating Aragorn, aren’t you?” You teased her. A blush dusted her cheeks, as she gave you a light slap on the shoulder.

“Stop it. Don’t try to deny that you aren’t keen on celebrating a special someone yourself.” Arwen uttered while gathering a few strands of your hair. Looking down at your lap, you tried to hide your broad smile from her. Even the thought of Legolas alone made your heart skip a beat. And now he finally returned to Rivendell. “We are just very close friends, sister.” “Yes. Very very close friends indeed.” You scoffed at her. It was a known fact that Legolas and you have been friends since your early childhood days. You remember playing with him in the gardens of Mirkwood and dancing together at celebrations in Rivendell. You also remember how your heart shattered as you watched him chase after Tauriel. And of course you remember, putting Legolas heart back together once more.

One could say you went through a lifetime already, however you still only remained friends. “Yes, friends. Nothing more and nothing less.” Slight bitterness filled your voice at the prospect of never being more than that with the elven prince. Arwen, noticing the tone, gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “You say it like it is a curse to be his friend.” “Well, you do know how I feel towards him, don’t you?” “And you know that you can change the course of your relationship anytime, don’t you?” Her arms wrapped around your shoulders in a gentle hug. “Stop worrying about a rejection that will never happen. Even our father can tell that Legolas harbours more than just friendly feelings for you, sister.” Smiling at her, you squeezed her arms, that were still encircling you. “Arwen, the sun is already setting and you still haven’t even begun to separate the strands.” She let out a huff at your change of topic and let go of you, continuing to brush through your hair. “Dear sister, would you prefer a half up half down braid with pearls?”

After finally finishing up and heading to the festivities with your sister, you quickly looked around the room. “Searching for someone specific (Y/N)?” Aragorn asked, while holding an arm out for Arwen to take. “No, not particularly.” “She is, but she just is too shy to admit it.” You glared at your sister. “Don’t worry, he will be here soon.” “Thank you, Aragorn but I am not worrying about anything or searching for someone or something. Now excuse me, I need to get a cup of wine.” And with that you left the couple alone.

“When are the both of them finally admitting their feelings for each other?” Arwen asked her lover, while he guided her towards the dance floor. “Legolas once openly admitted to me that he does love her, but he is so unsure about what to do. Especially after he got rejected by Tauriel.” A knowing hum left her lips, as she let Aragorns words sink in. “I think we should help them out. Find the right course for their future.” She said, as she twirled in her lovers arms.

Hours passed by and you found yourself staring up at the stars above. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” You spun around at the familiar voice. Your heart skipping a beat as you watched Legolas approach you slowly. His golden hair was perfectly partly braided behind his pointy ears. You remember that he once let you braid it when you were children and how soft it felt. Averting your eyes, you looked back up at the night sky. “It indeed is.” Standing beside you, he let his hands rest on top of the railing. Your fingers almost brushed against each other, sending tingles through your body. “(Y/N) I actually have a little present for you.” Tilting your head, you turned toward him curiously. His warm hand grabbed yours, turned it around and placed something small inside it. Looking down, you saw an iridescent pearl. Taking it between two fingers you examined it carefully. A small was drilled through the small sphere and small delicate details were carved into the surface.

“Legolas, this is so beautiful. Did you make this?” You looked up at the elven prince, who bashfully looked away. “Yes, a dwarven friend showed me how to make one of the- of the beads.” He stumbled upon his words. “Thank you so much, I love it!” Wrapping your arms around his torso, you gave him a hug. His scent filled your nose. Like a fresh spring breeze with a hint of lavender. His arms gently wrapped around you, engulfing you in his warmth. You could have stayed like this forever. In his arms, in his warmth. Pulling away, you smiled up at him, a soft red hue dusting your cheeks. “Would you like to braid the bead into my hair?” You asked him, still holding onto his hands while the bead is nestled between both of your palms. “It would be an honour.” His smile made your heart flutter and fill your body with a comfortable warmth. Turning around, you let the elven prince gather a strand of your hair, braid it and finish it off with the beautiful bead he just gifted you. “It looks beautiful in your hair. Like a star encased in a soft blanket.” You smiled at his words, as you turned back around. Oh, how you wish this night would never end.

The next day you were walking through the gardens alone. You were thinking about the celebrations yesterday. Especially how Legolas treated you and even gifted you a handmade bead. You also vividly remember how the pair of you glided over the dance floor to various melodies. And how his touch ignited your body. You could still even feel the imprints of his fingers on your waist. Do normal friends even act like we do? “You seem quite in thought today (Y/N)” Aragorns voice rung in your ears, ripping you away from your daydream. “Hello Aragorn, how come you are spending time without my sister? I thought the both of you would be inseparable after your return.” The man let out a soft chuckle at your joke. “She found company in someone else today.” You raised an eyebrow at that. With whom was she spending time?

“And to be completely honest with you, I was seeking you out for today.” “How come?” “Let’s take a walk around the gardens, shall we?” He smiled at you, deflecting your question. Nodding at his request, the both of you started to walk along the stone path. “Do you know how Legolas came up with the idea of making this bead?” “He just told me that a friend helped him. So, I guess Gimli shared some of his wisdom with him.” “That is partly the truth.” You looked at Aragorn curiously. “What do you mean by that?” A sigh left the man at your question. “I can’t exactly tell you, because it is not my place to. However, I really wish he would just finally admit to his feelings and confess. The same also goes to you.” You suddenly stopped walking and stared at him; mouth slightly ajar. Never would you have ever guessed that Aragorn would call you out for your feelings towards the elven prince.

“I- I have my reasons Aragorn.” “And so does he. But would you rather constantly long for him than actually courting him?” Embarrassment flooded your system, as you looked at the ground. “I just- I am scared of losing him.” A hand on your shoulder made you look up. Aragorn smiled gently at you. “You won’t lose him (Y/N). I think he might actually be on his way by now to change something about your… situation.” Aragorns eyes focused on something behind you, which made you turn around confused. Arwen was descending the few stone steps with Legolas beside her. “Well, what a pleasant surprise, isn’t it?” She said, weaving her arm through Aragorns. You looked at Legolas, who gave you a smile as a greeting. Returning his gesture, the four of you continued your walk through the garden.

“I am happy to see you are still wearing the bead in your hair.” The elven prince broke the silence between you. “Of course I am. You put so much effort into this lovely gift, I will cherish it for the rest of my life.” “I am glad to hear that.” He slowed his pace down, to create some distance between the both of you and the pair in front of you. “(Y/N) there is something I want to talk about with you.” A shiver went down your spine at his words. Did he find out about my feelings? Will he reject me now? Dread flooded your system, as you stared at him waiting for him to continue talking. “Do you know how I came up with the idea of gifting you this bead?” Legolas asked you. You shook your head no. “It is quite simple. Gimli talked about his customs and how similar they were to ours in some aspects. He also mentioned that they normally craft courting beads for their significant other.” Warmth spread over your face and dusted your cheeks in a rosy colour.

“After that I asked him if he could show me how to craft one. Because I wanted to give one to you.” Suddenly he stopped walking and turned toward you. Grabbing your hand gently into his, he let his thumb stroke soft circles over your skin. Your heart beat quickened, as you looked up into his warm eyes. “I want to court you (Y/N). I want to spend my lifetime with yours. I want to be beside you during cold nights as well as warm days. I want to be with you and I want to be yours (Y/N).” Gasping at his words, you squeezed his hands reassuringly. “I never would have expected to hear such beautiful words from you Legolas. My heart has always longed to be with yours and I would love to enter this courtship with you. I want to spend my lifetime with you. I want to be yours and I would love you to be mine.”

Smiling brightly at you, Legolas let go of your hands and placed his gently on your face. His thumb stroked along your reddened cheek, before he leaned in slightly. Your heartbeat quickened as his face got closer to yours. But before your lips could touch, he stopped. “Le I velethril e-guil nîn.” And with those words he closed the gap between you. His rich taste filled your system, as you tilted your head more to the side and let his lips engulf more of you. He was addicting, like a drug. A sweet drug. He tasted like a sunny spring morning. Like the comfort and warmth of sunrays on your skin. Separating, the both of you looked at each other lovingly. “Le melin.” You said, smiling brightly at him before indulging once more in his lips and his embrace, making sure to treasure every single second of it.

[asumi2020202]

Things I never felt before

Pairing: Legolas Thranduilion x reader

Summary: You are Legolas' lover, he courted you before you both left to destroy the one ring. You are a healer who is needed almost all the times and a motherly figure to the hobbits.

A/n: My Lotr/Hobbit obsession has again started after I saw my husband, Legolas, in a youtube video. Anyways, Thank you for reading!

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The Fellowship had been assembled. Tens companions in total. Aragorn, the son of Arathorn. Legolas, son of Thranduil. Gimli, son of Gloin. The four hobbits- Frodo, the ring bearer, Sam, Merry and Pippin. Gandalf the Grey. Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor.

And..Y/n, daughter of Lord Elrond. The only female.. Lover of Legolas Thranduilion....

Her father didn't want her to join, thinking she would get hurt. But her abilities, knowledge and skill is something that the Fellowship required.

The elves of Rivendell were sailing off to the Undying lands. Yet she told her father she would not. She would stay with Legolas.

The Fellowship left Rivendell after bidding goodbye. Arwen almost did cry to see her little sister go on a dangerous quest, she felt a bit of peace as she knew her sister had someone to protect her.

And so...their journey began....

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The fellowship were aiming for the gap of Rohan. After a while of walking the mountains they had stopped near a pile of giant rocks, some of which even looked as if they are stacked.

You handed a plate of food to Sam to give to Frodo. The others had already eaten. After doing so you blew out the fire and sat next to Frodo and watched Merry and Pippin train while Legolas was looking out for any enemies.

"One. Two. Good!" Boromir said, sword clanging against another.

"You got good Pippin" Merry said to Pippin.

"Thanks"

"Move your feet" Aragorn said.

Frodo looked at you and smiled.

"Ah!" Pippin squealed

"Sorry!" Boromir said. The two young hobbits tackled him on the ground as the three of you watched.

"hold him!" "For the shire!"

You gently laughed as you saw the two hobbits tackle Aragorn who tried to help Boromir. Aragorn groaned as fell on the ground as well.

Pippin got up and ran to you.

"Y/n I've got a cut on my finger. It hurts." He looked at you with his adorable little Hobbit eyes which melted your heart.

"Ah.. come with me, I will put some medicine." You led the little Hobbit to where the fire once was.

You were putting a healing balm on his hand. You turned your head and saw Legolas jump from one rock to another and stand on a giant boulder.

You finished applying the medicine and smile at Pippin as he runs to Merry. You got up from the ground and stand near Legolas.

Him standing on a boulder gave him better view whilst you stood on the ground, adjusting you satchel. You were shorter than Legolas too which gives him the tall height advantage.

"What's that?" One of the members asked.

"Oh nothing it's just a wisp of clouds." Came Gimli's reply.

"It's moving fast.. against the wind.." Boromir said, getting up from the ground with Merry and Pippin.

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas shouted.

"Hide!" Aragorn shouted.

"Hurry. Frodo.." you said as you guided Sam and Frodo to cover.

As crebains flew away, everyone got out from their hideout.

"Spies of ... Saruman! The passage south is being watched. We must take the path of caradhras." Said Gandalf.

You looked at Legolas as he gently held your hand.

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The path of Caradhras was difficult. Thick snow, extreme cold, heavy snowfall. Elves do not mind cold very much but the others do. So you and Legolas walked in the front.

You, Legolas and the others got stuck in the snow when a huge chunk of snow fell from above.

You helped Sam out of the snow and then got out yourself. Sam went to Boromir's side.

"There is fell voice on the air" said Legolas.

"It's Saruman!" Shouted Gandalf.

"He's trying to bring down the mountains" Aragorn said as well.

Gandalf started to chant a spell in Imladris to try and stop. But alas it did not work.

It was decided that the fellowship would go through the Mines of Moria. It was chosen by Frodo.

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Gimli sat down a bit away from the door. The Door of Moria was yet to open. Gandalf had tried all the password that he could come up with but it didn't work.

You and Legolas sat on a log. The two of you braided each other's hair. You saw Gandalf sigh of defeat. Legolas got up and walked around to see any incoming danger.

You went to Gandalf and stood in front of the door before looking at Gandalf. He looked at you.

"It is riddle......" You said.

"A riddle you say?" He replied.

"Mellōn" you said as the doors opened the Hobbits running towards you at once.

The events that occurred after that...were too cruel for all of you...

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The hobbits were shedding tears. Gimli was trying to get back in the mine but Boromir didn't let him. You sat on a boulder, unable to accept the reality like Legolas.

"Get them up Legolas, Y/n." Aragorn spoke to you and Legolas. Legolas came up to you and placed his hand on your back. You looked up from the ground to his eyes. He could see the pain in your eyes, for he too feels it.

"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir shouted.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs. We must make for the woods of Lothlorien." Reasoned Aragorn.

"Come, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, Y/n get them up." Aragorn said as walked up to Sam and held him up.

You got up from the boulder and gave Legolas a nod, after which you went to the hobbits, asking if anyone got injured.

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You and Legolas were close to eachother. Fingers intertwined as you walked through the woods. Aragorn was leading the way.

"I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox." Said Gimli as he almost got himself pierced by an arrow of a Lothlorian guard.

"A dwarve breathes so loud, we would've shot him in the dark" Said Haldir, an old acquaintance.

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"Mae g'ovannen Legolas Thranduilion, Y/n Elerondiel." Said Haldir. Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduilion, Y/n, daughter of Elrond.

"Ah, Aragorn in Dunedain. Istannen le ammen." Oh, Aragorn of Dúnedain. You are known to us. Haldir spoke, turning to Aragorn.

"Haldir." Aragorn greeted him.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of elves! Speak words we can all understand!" Spoke Gimli, annoyed because he couldn't understand what was being spoken.

Haldir simply turned to Gimli and spoke.

"We have not had dealings with the dwarves since the dark days."

"And you know what this dwarves says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!" I spit on your grave.

"That was not so courteous" Aragorn intervened.

Haldir looked at Fellowship and then to Frodo.

"You bring great evil here.... You can go no further."

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You sat like the rest of the Fellowship while Legolas stood. Aragorn trying to convince Haldir to let you all stay the night.

Frodo saw Legolas look at him as the others looked at him too. He felt guilty. As if they are blaming him.

Frodo got up and went to you. He came to you and sat beside you as you opened your arms. He came in and laid his head on your chest as you hummed. He looked up in the sky and then closed his eyes.

Legolas saw you two cuddled up. He felt warm at the scene. Many would feel jealous at the sight of their lover with someone else but Legolas felt love for you grow further.

You and Frodo looked like mother and son. You ran you fingers through his head and held him close like a mother would.

Legolas smiled a little seeing you both. He imagined how it would be when the two of you would have children together.

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Night had fallen. Most of the Fellowship had gotten fallen asleep. Aragorn was with Boromir.

You and Legolas were in your sleeping place. He had re-braided your hair and you were currently doing his.

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to untangle any knots.

"Melēth nin, what would do after all of this is over?" You asked him.

"Ah..... The first thing I would do is to marry you. I would still need to think of what to do next." He replied.

His reply made you blush a bit. The sad atmosphere lifting up a bit.

"I would have a big family with you, nin melēth. I imagine it every time I see you with the little hobbits. You would make an excellent mother to our little elflings." He continued.

Your ears had turned pink. You laughed gently as you finished braiding his hair. He got up from the ground and went to your side.

He sat down beside you and kissed you passionately. It was slow but filled with deep love.

Elves love once. They love slow but when they do, they love hard.

After a minute, his lips seperated yours. Your lungs felt empty before you inhaled air.

He laid down and patted the place beside him. You went to his side and laid your head on his chest.

Soon after you drifted off to sleep. Soft snores made Legolas smile. The world was harsh... But you both had each other and that was enough.

He ran his hand over your head, soothing you. He drifted off to sleep after sometime. He fell asleep admiring your beauty. He had said something before doing so.

It was what he felt since he met you the first time.

"You make me feel.. Things I never felt before..."

-Lillian

[djarintreble]

Hello!💐 Hope your having a good day, so far!☺️

I want to tell you, that I'm a BIG fan of your "My Two Favorite Girls" series!💖

I would like to request a fic, where it goes back to when Eddie and fem! Reader first met, and maybe when they first kissed💋🤭.

Awe thank you, babes!!! I appreciate the love! I’ve missed the dad!Eddie series. I haven't had the chance to update it due to a really tough semester but this inspired me to get back into it cause I love Eddie and Arwen so much! Here is the story of how dad!eddie and reader "met", fell in love, had their first kiss, and everything in between before they had Arwen; their love story + bonus adorable moments. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! it’s a LONG one!! pairing: dad!Eddie Munson x fem!reader tags: established relationship, flashbacks, married/dad!Eddie and reader, apart of the dad!Eddie series, Arwen is the captain of reader and Eddie's ship, so much fluff it hurts. it’s like a whole bluey episode. references to other shots in this series read others here.

word count: 5k+, I'm not sorry, i’m proud

forever & always | e.munson

"One day, you and Eddie could tell her the real tale of Hawkins and the upside down. How her parents met, how they almost lost one another and how they promised to never leave each other’s side. But for now, you were holding onto to any and all small moments like these because you know you’re never promised tomorrow."

“Did you and mommy get married?” Your daughter asked, taking another bite of her food. At four years old, there were no questions off the table. From “can i have a baby sister?” to “why doesn’t daddy cut his hair?” to “why do i call him uncle steve if he’s not my uncle?”… She was bound to know all things.

You couldn’t tell who she got that from. Maybe the stubbornness from you and the constant curiosity of her father.

“Yes, sweetheart. We did get married.” Eddie smiled and leaned over to ruffle her hair, earning a squirm and giggle. He looked back over to you with the same goofy smile and grabbed your hand. “I’m a lucky guy.” You managed to blush and couldn’t hide the smile that rose to your face. After all these years he still made you feel like the young girl you were when you first met.

“I didn’t go?” Arwen asked, her eyebrows rose and the tone of her voice sounded almost… dissapointed?

“Well… we got married before we had you.” You answered.

“I want to go to see you get married.” She said sadly, picking at her food now. This broke your heart. It must be hard to process how you weren’t alive for an event you hear was so special. Especially at that young an age. “I want to be a flower girl.” She added.

It clicked. Her classmate and little friend Sophie’s parents are getting married and she's their flower girl. She brought home an invite when she came home from school.

“Is this because of Sophie’s mom and dad getting married?” You asked, a hand over hers.

“Yes. I want to go to your wedding.”

“But we already got married, Arwen. See look-“ Eddie showed the ring that was on his left hand and you picked up your hand and showed your ring as well.

“Would you like to see a photo of us on our wedding day? When we got married?” You asked. Arwen perked up and nodded excitingly. “Finish your food and I’ll go pull out the scrapbook.” With a smile, you looked back at Eddie who was already looking at you with even more love in his eyes. It was about time you showed her and besides, you loved looking back at the memories.

After you cleaned up dinner, you went to the living room and pulled the white scrapbook off of the shelf and sat down. Arwen crawled into your lap and Eddie sat down next to you, an arm draped across the back of the couch.

“It says, ‘Mr. and Mrs. Munson. 1988.” You read the cover of the scrapbook for Arwen, running your finger across the words as you spoke. Opening the first page, Arwen gasped.

“It’s you, mommy!” She exclaimed. “And Aunt Nancy!”

A picture of you and Nancy from high school was taped to the first page. The beginning of the scrapbook showed off both you and Eddie before you dated; telling the story of how you met.

“And daddy and dusty and mikey and lukey and-“ she pointed at every familiar face she saw.

“Yes, see we’ve been playing DnD since we were in high school. Every thursday, we still play, remember?” Eddie added, pointing to the hellfire club logo in the background of the photo.

Below the two photos was a polaroid of the two of you that was taken the night of the fall dance. Next to it was taped the ticket and a single rose petal from your corsage.

“This was your wedding?” Arwen asked, eyebrows scrunched up and a puzzled look. You laughed.

"Oh no! We added a little section that tells our story. This was before we, uh- officially met." Eddie scoffed. "What?"

"Oh nothing, please tell her." He leaned back against the couch more, amused.

“Well, Aunt Nancy and I were on the yearbook team in school. I’ve seen your dad around school but never talked to him before-“

SEPTEMBER 1985 | wednesday

“Wheeler! L/N! What a surprise! How may I assist you.” The club leader asked. How did he know your name? Of course you knew who he was. Eddie Munson was known by everyone at Hawkins High. You couldn't help but be intrigued by him but you've never said a word to him. Why did he know you? You looked at the boy a grade older than you with a smile.

“We’re here for yearbook photos of the Hellfire Club.” You stated.

“So you’ll finally admit we’re a club. not a cult! Good thing I washed this finally.” He picked at his shirt that showed off his club’s logo and sniffed before looking back at you with a smirk. You rolled you eyes. Now you understood what Nancy meant when she described him as “painfully annoying yet amusing.”

“We just need you all to line up against the wall for a clean background and smile. No funny business, Munson.” Nancy said, grabbing the camera that was held around her neck by a lanyard.

“Only if Y/N is taking the photo.” Eddie gave you a bow. In return you rolled your eyes.

The club gathered by the wall, fixing their shirts and straightening up for a photo. You knew the younger kids; Dustin, Lucas and Mike. In fact you knew them like brothers. You would never forget the moment they told you there were Russians scientist underneath the Starcourt Mall. Ever since, you were dragged into the secrets of Hawkins, witnessing your fair share in flesh monsters and kids with powers. Your summer job was over as you watched the mall go down in flames, a blanket wrapped around you and your best friend Nancy. The group had sworn to secrecy and returned to, hopefully, normal life.

That’s why it was so annoying that the boys seemed to encourage Eddie’s behavior. Why did they encourage his teasing? The occasional smirk or silly face right as the photo snapped made you flustered.

After Nancy decided she got a photo worthy of the yearbook, she thanked the club for their time and you ventured off to the next club. Later that day at lunch, the metalhead from earlier approached your table. Him clearing his throat caught your attention and you looked up to see Eddie standing with his hands behind his back.

“Eddie, was it?” You said, taking a bite out of the fruit cup in your hand.

“Yes. I came to apologize for earlier. It came to my attention that-" He peered over his shoulders and you could see the boys at his designated table staring. Some were snickering where Dustin watched with a worried look. “my behavior made you uncomfortable and I would like to know how I could make it up to you…”

It was your turn to make him squirm. You looked at Nancy who watched with a curious look. Turning back around to Eddie, you smiled and sat your fruit cup down.

“Anything I ask?” You smirked.

“Anything, princess.” He smirked back, leaning to one side as he crossed his arms.

You couldn’t deny he was cute. A little annoying, but cute. You were curious if you could take that cocky smirk off his face.

“Come to the fall dance with me.” You turned to face him more. The change in his expression made up for his behavior alone. The confidence he portrayed was smacked off his face and suddenly he looked like a lost puppy.

“I-what?“ he started.

“What? You said anything!” You could hear Nancy snickering from behind you. You turned to her.

“He’s not the kind to show up to events he’s not required to go to. Even then it’s a miracle he shows up.”

“It’s called having priorities and a life outside of school, Wheeler. You should look into it.”

“No thanks, I like my lungs.” She gave a sarcastic smile.

“Okay-“ you intervened. “Is that a yes or a no, Munson?”

-

“Your mom asked me to a dance.” Eddie leaned over your shoulder to give Arwen a face. "She thought I was very handsome and she just had to go with me." Leave it to your husband to bring the dramatics.

"Edwar-"

“A ball!” Arwen shouted giddily. She looked down at the picture of the two of you. Pointing at you, she sighed. “You look like a princess, mommy.”

“Thank you, baby.” You couldn't help but laugh at the sincerity along with Eddie's occasional comments.

“Did y’all dance?” Your daughter asked.

- SEPTEMBER 1985 | fall dance -

You were annoyed with yourself. It was a silly comment. Did you really think the school’s freak would come to a social event just for you? A girl he barely knew who only asked him to a dance to catch him off guard?

You couldn't blame him but here you were, holding onto your wrist where a corsage would be. Secretly hoping he would come because otherwise, you'd be alone all night.

“So this is what I’ve been missing out on.” You hear a familiar voice say from behind. You turn around to see Eddie Munson standing awkwardly. He did not have his normal apparel on. His long wavy hair was neatly pulled back into a low bun, only his bangs were out, framing his face. He switched his normal battle vest for a plain black one, accompanied by a red button up and ripped black jeans. A metal chain linked onto his belt and he wore his typical white Reebok high tops. He looked handsome.

"Wow, you clean up nicely." You smiled, walking up to him. It was then that you noticed the clear box in his hand.

"Mike said that you were wearing a red dress so I planned accordingly." He opened the box to reveal a rose pinned onto a band with baby breath flowers and leaves surrounding it. He got you a corsage.

"How did he-"

"You and Nancy were quite loud during your sleepover the other night." He smirked, causing you to freeze. There was definitely parts of that conversation that included him. It didn't occur to you that one of his minions was on the other side of the wall taking notes.

"I-"

"It's flattering. Honestly, L/N. Nice to know I intrigue you." He emphasized the word as if it amused him that you'd say such thing.

"Well..." You laughed it off. "Thank you for coming. I was scared I'd be alone all night."

"And leave the princess without a dance partner? Pfft never." He smiled. This smile was different than the ones you've seen before. He spoke to you in a such a soft tone, it made you feel safe.

The pop music faded and a familiar song came on. How Deep is Your Love by The Bee Gees began to play. The dance floor emptied besides a few couples who began to slow dance.

"Speaking of. Care to join me for a dance?" Eddie stretched out his hand, waiting for you to grab it. With a nod, you held his hand and he took you out to the dance floor. You knew all eyes were on you. How in the world did the school's freak and the quiet girl on the yearbook committee find themselves on the dance floor? You didn't even know that answer. He began to hum the melody of the song as you landed on a spot on within the crowd.

"I didn't take you as a Bee Gees fan." You laughed as Eddie placed a hand around your waist and the other still holding your right hand. You began to sway back and forth, both too nervous to look into each others eyes.

"My music taste expands outside of just metal, you know. I appreciate all types of music. This is a classic." He scoffed. "Besides, its an excuse to dance with the prettiest girl in school so I'd pretend even if I didn't like it."

"Oh." you say quietly. It seemed you both have been keeping track with each other, too afraid to be the first to break the ice. He knew more about you than you thought and you couldn't say you didn't have a habit of keeping up with him.

He spun you around causing you to giggle loudly before being back in his arms. "I was messing with you at lunch that day but... I'm glad you actually came. You're not what they say you are. You're a good guy, Munson." He truly was. The way Dustin spoke highly about him, the respect Mike had for him by helping him match and get a corsage, the fact that he even showed up despite him not liking big events like this was enough. You trusted their judgement and you were confident in your own. Forget what anyone else says. "I like you." You say.

This catches Eddie off guard once again as he pulls back to look you in the eyes. A nervous smile paints his face as he laughed. "Well, thanks. I'm glad you think so. I think I'm liking this too much to let you go now. What do you say, L/N, can I take you out to dinner after this?" His presence was different now. It finally clicked. He wasn't showing you the Eddie he presents for the rest of the school, the one he uses in defense. No, you were seeing the real Eddie Munson. You liked it. That's why you felt safe.

"I would like that a lot." You say with a smile.

-

"And then you got married?" Arwen asked. The logic making sense to her four year old brain.

"Not exactly. See, we dated for a bit before we got married." You say, flipping to the next page. It was full of memorabilia.

The two pages told your love story.

There were pictures and tickets of your nights at the The Hideout where Eddie’s band played. Character sheets cut out where Eddie doodled things for you during a campaign. A picture of the two of you as he taught you how to play guitar.

“Ew!” Arwen laughed and pretended to be grossed out at something on the page. She pointed to a photo strip that had 4 photos of Eddie and you. The picture in particular was the two of you kissing.

“That was our first kiss.” Eddie said as he grabbed your chin, making you face him. He planted an exaggerated kiss to your lips causing your daughter to squeal again. “What a night.” He added, his eyes widening as he stuck out his tongue. You giggled.

“Oh hush.” You playfully shoved him.

-NOVEMBER 1985 | thanksgiving break-

The cool air was an excuse for Eddie to give you his jacket. Thanksgiving break just began and you were spending the day your boyfriend before your family went out of town to visit family. What other way to spend your day than going to the winter fair just outside of Hawkins. There you could indulge in funnel cakes, deathly fair rides, and no stress from school. Eddie held your left hand as he held onto a stuffed bear he won for you that he already named "teddy mercury."

"Look! A photobooth!" You ran toward it, pulling the metalhead along with you who just laughed along with your excitement.

You both squeezed into the small box and sat Teddy Mercury between the two of you. Eddie slipped a few coins into the slot as you named a few of the poses you could do. You didn't have many photos together except for the one at the dance.

The countdown started for the first photo.

"Okay! Let's do a regular smile one first." You decided, wrapping your arms around Eddie and giving a big smile. He had no choice but to give a genuine smile in response. The countdown began again.

"Okay Hellfire Club represent!" Eddie yelled. He threw his hands up to each side of his head and stuck out his tongue, showing off his typical pose he did to aggravate the jocks. You laughed and joined in making a noise you can only describe as how a goblin would sound.

"Now what to do." You pondered. There were two photos left. You looked over to Eddie who was already staring at you. "What?" You whispered.

Eddie slowly rose a hand to your face and rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You didn't pull away, in fact you were hoping this would happen. The countdown started and right before the last tick, Eddie pulled you in to a kiss. The camera flashed but you didn't care, you were too focused on how soft his lips were. The both of you could care less that the next photo was being counted for. You simply fell deeper into the kiss by leaning in and placing your hands over his that held you face so gently.

Your first kiss.

The Photobooth shook as someone outside banged on the wall, getting both of your attention.

"Hey lovebirds, find somewhere else to be on top of each other we're waiting out here." You let go of Eddie with wide eyes before the both of you started laughing hysterically. You climbed over Eddie to get out.

"I'm so sorry. I-" Of course...

"Harrington! What a surprise! Sorry, the booth is vacant now." Eddie slung his arm around you with a cocky smile. You stared wide eyed at Steve Harrington. This was not how you expected him to find out about your relationship with Eddie Munson. With the kids new fascination with the boy, you didn't want to bring it up to Steve. He already felt replaced now that he's graduated and you were scared that if he saw you were dating him, he would think you didn't need him as well. Not romantically of course, Steve was a brother to you. You helped him get with Nancy in the first place and you were always there for him when he needed to talk about her relationship with Jonathan.

"I didn't realize you two were-" Steve started, his arm around a girl with curly blonde hair.

"We uh- Well- This is Eddie Munson." You nervously introduced. Eddie held out a hand, clearly amused at your antics.

"I'm familiar." Steve gave a blank smile. You just nodded.

"We just started dating last month. I didn't tell you cause ya know..." You said, hinting at the events that happened that summer. It seemed when you worked next door to Steve at Starcourt Mall, you were all in each other's business and ever since you've both been busy. With his new job at Family Video and you focusing on your senior year, you didn't have time. "Busy." You finished.

"If I would have known earlier, I'd have made you pick up the boys on Thursdays." Steve smiled and looked over at Eddie. "Take care of her, Munson. I have eyes everywhere." He jokingly threatened.

"Don't worry. I got her." Your boyfriend responded. Steve and his date went into the booth as Eddie grabbed your photos from the bin. You took the copy and laughed.

Eddie's smile in the first one reminded you of the smile you saw for the first time the night of the dance. A genuine smile you only see him show when he's with you or around the club. It was becoming your favorite thing. You couldn't help but laugh at the second photo. The two of you had your eyes squinted shut, tongues out and fingers like horns. The third one made you blush. Eddie's hand on your cheek as he kissed you for the first time. The next photo was a little blurry as you were moving closer to Eddie, causing him to only be in the corner of the photo. A hint of a smile coming from the both of you mid-kiss. You couldn't believe you captured such a special moment like that.

"This is perfect." You smiled at Eddie, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

Eddie didn't know how he got this lucky.

-

"It went just like this-" Eddie said grabbing your chin once again and puckered up, making a dramatic smooching sound.

"Stop! You're being gross." Arwen's disgusted face matched your own as you looked at your husband.

"I'd have to agree, Arwen. Your dad is a weirdo." You laughed before adding, "but he's my weirdo." And you leaned in to give a quick kiss to your unsuspecting husband. An exasperated sigh came from your child. Something about opening this scrapbook caused the two of you to regress to your childish ways. It was refreshing.

Other memories were displayed through the months of your relationship. Tickets, more polaroids, and you own doodles signifying important dates and moments.

"Why is your guitar pick in here, daddy?" Arwen asked, picking at the tape that was starting to peel. You looked at Eddie wide-eyed. It was the pick he use to wear around his neck. The one he almost lost the night he saved you... and almost died. And tried to propose to you.

-MARCH 1986 | the upside down-

You thought the events at the Starcourt mall was it. You only heard about the upside down. You've seen the disgusting flesh eating monster the kids called the 'mind flayer' and that was traumatic enough. But now, here you were in the upside down. Your last thought you imagined was having to fight for your life alongside your boyfriend who became a victim of this entire thing. Hawkins was on the hunt for him, claiming he killed Chrissy Cunningham and was the leader of the cult like behavior going on in the town. You never saw him look so scared when you found him at the boat house. Having to explain to him that this was not your first experience with this in Hawkins was difficult but you managed and had a plan to defeat Vecna and right Eddie's name.

Now... he was bleeding to death on the ground after sacrificing himself to get you to safety. His flesh torn from the demobats filled you with terror as you ran to his side.

"EDDIE! Oh... oh no... Eddie..." You said as you scanned over injuries, hands trembling not knowing where you could touch him without causing pain. You finally decided to start putting pressure around the biggest gash with a ripped piece of your shirt. "Eddie, stay with me... DUSTIN HELP!" you yelled, tears escaping.

"Hey, hey. sweetheart." Eddie got out, painfully trying to sit up and calm you down. Even as he was bleeding out, he put you as his priority. You move to get him to lay in your lap. "When we get out of this mess-" he was interrupted by a series of coughs, caused by the huge gash on his throat. You applied more pressure. "Let's get out of here. Start a new life. I'll get you a ring to make it official and we'll get jobs and a house. Have a kid or two."

"Is this your way of proposing, Munson?" You managed to let out a laugh despite the circumstance.

"Maybe," He smiled. Here he was, on his deathbed, proposing to you.

"That means you better fight to stay alive then. You're not giving up on me that easily." You clutched onto his puffer vest, attempting to sit him up more in your lap.

"Is that a yes?" He mumbled, his eyebrows bunched up in question.

"Let's get you home first." You smiled. His face didn't change, still waiting for a real answer. He was serious. You didn't have time to think about logistics. You've only been dating for 7- no 8 months. You both needed to graduate. You both needed to make it out of here alive... But that didn't matter to Eddie in this moment.

"Of course, Eddie. I will always say yes."

"Good." He smiled, content with your answer. "I love you, sweetheart. From the moment I laid eyes on you." He raised a hand to your cheek and brushed the soft skin with his thumb, admiring you and holding onto this moment in case he didn't have anymore.

"Y/N!" You heard Dustin yelling your name from behind you.

"DUSTIN, WE'RE OVER HERE!" You yelled back. "You hear that, love? They're coming to help me. We're going to get you back home. You're going to be okay." You heard your name being yelled out again by Steve as they got closer. "STEVE, HELP ME CARRY HIM!" You screamed, you needed all the support to help get Eddie back through to Hawkins where he could be tended to.

The next few days seemed like a dream. Almost like you blacked out and next thing you know, you’re waking up curled next to Eddie in a hospital bed. You practically lived there as it was too dangerous to leave due to the controversy of Hawkins Hospital taking Eddie in for recovery. He was protected by the police, including Hopper who made sure no one except his assigned doctors and approved guests could come onto the floor. Max was next door. You tried to leave once just to go get fresh clothes but the second you opened the door, crowds of people surrounded you, screaming and throwing accusations your way. You couldn’t even make a step out before Hopper was pulling you back in.

Eddie hadn’t woken up since you brought him back from the upside down. It was a pain trying to explain to the doctors willing to care for him just what happened without telling the full truth. Eddie was taken into OR to get treated for the deep wounds on his neck and stomach, making sure it didn’t tear or puncture any organs.

You spent those days sleeping, reading Tolkien aloud for the unconscious Eddie, visiting Max and processing the former event in the upside down.

There was one thing you knew for sure. You would never leave Eddie’s side. You wanted to make sure he knew that the second he woke up.

-

“What happened?” Arwen asked. She frowned toward you after noticing the photo of the two of you in the hospital. It was a few hours before Eddie woke up. Someone snuck a photo of you reading to him. It wasn’t the time to explain to her just why he was in the hospital. You still didn’t know if telling her at all would ever be part of the plan.

“I got in a really bad accident.” Eddie explained. That was all that needed to be said for now.

“Were you hurt?” Your daughter asked, leaning into your arms as she looked up at her dad.

“Yeah, daddy was in a lot of pain. See, I still have some scars from it.” He pulled down his t-shirt just a bit to reveal the uneven skin that surrounded a stitched scar on his neck. The more mild bat bites healed on their own but would forever detail his skin. Bits of colored skin painted his body from never fully recovering to full health. Arwen never knew the difference, that was her dad. He was always like that. It never changed how she viewed him, in fact when she was even younger, she’d trace some of the bumpy parts of his chest in a soothing pattern. It was always a reminder to Eddie of how he survived and carried on.

Now she had a somewhat explanation. She crawled from your lap into Eddie’s, facing him. She ran a finger over the scar and looked back up at her dad. Arwen leaned over and kissed the scar before giving her dad a hug. The sight alone was enough to make you tear up. She loved her dad. Eddie was stunned, he just looked at his daughter with a soft smile and brushed a piece of her hair back.

“And just like you did now, your mother took very good care of me. She was there every day in the hospital: making sure I had everything I needed. She even read me our favorite story!” He bounced her on his lap as she giggled before turning her around and pointing to the photo on the page.

“It was Return of the King.” You smiled, looking at Eddie.

“Where Aragorn reunites with his beautiful princess and they live happily ever after.” Eddie said toward his daughter.

Arwen Munson.

Your living proof that life keeps going, that Eddie wasn't his father before him and that your love for each other helped create and grow a beautiful thing. A little girl that had curls like her father and a smile like yours. Someone so smart yet so delicate. Someone you and Eddie had the privilege to watch develop into a curious and expressive version of you two.

"And here we are. Mommy and daddy's wedding." You flipped the page to reveal a picture of the two of you on your wedding day. It was a small ceremony. Eddie looked as young and handsome as he did the day of the dance, styling a suit with his hair pulled back into a low bun you've grown to love. You wore your mother's dress after making a few alterations. It was perfect for you two.

You flipped through photos that progressed through the day. You and your bridesmaids getting ready, a few of Eddie and his men, the decorations, etc.

“See there’s Uncle Wayne!” You pointed at a specific photo of you and Eddie with Wayne after the ceremony. “And another with your favorite.”

“Dusty!” Arwen nodded. He was always her favorite of the kiddos. He spoiled her almost too much. “How do you get married?” She added, her head tilted with her curiosity.

“Well… When you love someone so much you want to spend the rest of your life with them, you go to the courthouse and sign a paper saying you want to be husband and wife. Then you can have a ceremony where you show how much you love each other in front of close friends and family. That way you can celebrate.” You tried to concise it into an explanation she’d understand.

“I’m family.” She pouted. She still couldn’t get it into her developing little brain. It warmed your heart honestly, it was so cute watching her process things like this. You just didn’t know how else to explain it to her.

“How about this-“ Eddie says, jumping up from the couch. He stretches and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Give me a moment.” He runs out of the living room leaving you and your daughter alone.

“Where is daddy going?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, Arwen.” You shrugged, bouncing Arwen in your lap as you listened out for your husband. He was rummaging through something across the house. After a few minutes, he called for you and your daughter.

You headed into the master bedroom where Eddie pulled out a few things from your closet. Your veil from your wedding, a bouquet made out of crumbled up flowers and some of the random chairs from around the house facing the blank wall of the room.

He gave you a look that insinuated you take the veil and trust him with the rest. You grabbed it and put it on your head with a smile. He shooed you off into the hallway where you stood, peering from the doorway to watch for your cue.

Eddie cleared his throat and began with his best narrator voice, “December 1988. The most important day in history. The wedding of Ed- Mommy and Daddy.”

Arwen shrieked in excitement as she realized the game Eddie was playing. “Wedding! Wedding!” She singed.

“Their daughter, Arwen Munson, arrived. The most beautiful flower girl to ever walk the earth.” He gave her a small basket from her toy room filled with ripped paper and whispered in her ear. In response, she ran to the doorway to find you.

“I’m your flower girl, mommy.” She said in a hushed voice as serious as ever.

“Oh- okay.” you nodded and gave her a wink.

Eddie began to hum an unfamiliar tune, probably because he was making it up as he went. As if on cue, Arwen skipped into the room, leaving paper petals all over the floor. “

“Great job, Arwen.” Your husband praised. “Now when the bride walks out, we stand as she comes up to the groom, okay? Then you can sit down.” He directed. “And here she comes-“ He sung out, hinting at your turn to enter the scene.

A horribly funny rendition of the bridal march was sung as you walked in, taking the smallest steps possible. Your daughter had the biggest smile on her face, similar to the one painted on your husband’s face as he continued to sing. As you got up to the front, you gave Arwen your bouquet.

“You get to hold my bouquet as we say our vows, okay?” she nodded gleefully as you joined Eddie at the wall.

“Hello my husband.” You laughed.

“Not yet.” Eddie replied in a jokingly serious tone.

“Oh yes of course. Sorry.” You stifled a laugh.

“We’re going to say our vows.” Eddie said toward Arwen, breaking character. He turned back to you and squinted his face before beginning.

“Y/N. As I look back on all the special moments we have experienced together, I realize that it was always you. Even before I knew your name, I knew you were the one for me. You have shown me what real love is. A kind of love I’ve never felt I deserved. I admire your patience, your determination and your love for everyone around you. You have been the most wonderful mother and every day, you continue to show me just how much love can grow. I love you, Y/N. Forever and Always.” He says.

Silence.

Tears threaten to spill at the sudden moment of sincerity. His words pulling you into a space where it felt time stopped. Not even that, time was merely a concept as you were driven back to 5 years ago when Eddie said something quite similar, without the ‘wonderful mother’ part.

That was it. Love is timeless.

Eddie continued to smile at you, his eyes saying more than his already captivating words. In that moment, all you could think about was how your husband was showing his daughter was true love looks like. What it means to be loved by a man so thoughtful, so honest, so meaningful.

Something that was considered the opposite of Eddie’s character years ago by everyone around you; even yourself. Here he was, confessing his love to you as if it was the first time. All you could do was stare.

“Mommy…” Arwen interrupted your thoughts. “Aren’t you suppose to say your vows too?” Her feet dangled from the seat she was in as her empty basket tapped against the side of the chair. She looked on eagerly at the two of you.

“Right, of course.” You smiled at your daughter before looking back at Eddie. Remembering your original vows and thinking of all that has happened since, you began.

“Eddie, I remember the first time I heard your voice. The school cafeteria. You stood up for a freshman who was getting bullied by- what was his name, oh yes, Jason.” You nodded, Eddie smirked at the mention. “lI was told many things of your character. I even was one to believe them. My biggest regret was not realizing that the first time I heard your voice was the true portrayal of your character. You love. Deeply. Because you love so deeply, you bleed. Your bandage was always what protected you. We have been through so much since then. To this day, you continue to bleed and through that, show me- our daughter, what true love is. I admire your eyes as they seek out the people who usually go unseen, your voice for how it carrie’s in a room and can be heard, your laughter and funny jokes to keep me laughing, and your heart for others. I love you Eddie Munson. You are the most loving husband and father. I am blessed to call you mine. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always, sweetheart.”

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[crownedghostprince]

That’s My Emotional Support Wife!

Legolas x Female!Accident Prone!Reader

Fandom: The Hobbit

Legolas and (Y/N) had courted for about a decade before finally deciding to marry.  (Y/N) was the daughter of Lord Elrond, just slightly younger than Arwen, and after marriage she moved to Mirkwood to live with Legolas and her father-in-law the King, Thranduil.  Legolas didn’t mind how accident prone (Y/N) was, sometimes it was even sort of cute.  And now there are 13 dwarves in the cells of Mirkwood having to be dealt with whilst the Elves continue their parties, patrols and usual antics that the dwarves were unaware of until that day.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None.

Note: This is sort of silly, so if you enjoy a fun fanfiction, this is the one to read! (Y/C) - stands for (Your Choice) and (Your Colour).

Word Count: 2,021

[Third Person Perspective]

(I couldn’t find any attached link to this picture from Pinterest, but it was under the account name “The Facegirl” when I found it. They seem cool from what I checked out.)

The dwarves were not happy to be locked up in the cells of Mirkwood under King Thranduil’s rule.  The elves would just pass by here and there as if it was an ordinary path to take.  These cells weren’t in dungeons or anything like you might expect, for the bars of the cells were incredibly tough and strong.  Therefore, there was no need to put the cells in such an inconvenient spot and instead it was closer to the main area where most Wood Elves just wandered through.  (This was also best as the Woodland Realm almost never had prisoners to jail).

So, the dwarves were trapped in their cells, waiting for Thorin to join them (hopefully with good news).  They’d tried breaking out of the cell in whatever way they could think.  From slamming against the bars with their shoulders, to kicking them with their legs and shaking them with their hands.  But still the cell bars held strong.  Bofur was the first to actually observe the elves, rather than sneer and ignore them like the others.  The others didn’t wish to make eye-contact or even look in their general direction.

Bofur watched, as many elves walked through speaking elvish and looking graceful.  Some elves were so graceful when they walked it looked almost as if they were floating across the floor, not even touching the ground.  He struggled to tell who was male and who was female, but the sounds of their voices definitely helped - even if he couldn’t understand their language.

Eventually he saw a beautiful elf with (Y/C) hair and (Y/C) eyes.  His?  Her? Dress was a beautiful mixture of pink and purple that fell past their ankles and hid their feet.  Thus, they appeared to be floating as they walked.  Bofur smiled, appreciating how beautiful the elves could truly be.  How graceful and--and she walked into a wall.  This got the dwarves quietly chuckling from they cells.

Even Dwalin was hiding his snicker.  They would laugh more openly, but they were in foul moods and didn’t want to anger the elves when the elves had an advantage against them.  The elf maiden didn’t seem to mind - hearing their chuckles with her good hearing - and laughed with them.  A shadow crossed the floor and Legolas landed with perfection as he came to check on his wife.  The dwarves’ faces immediately molded into scowls at the sight of the rude elf that found them and cast them into their cells.

They continued to watch as Legolas checked his wife’s face for cuts and smiled when she was cleared to be okay.  He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took her hand, walking her to the staircase to continue her on her path.  She was not halfway up the staircase when she tripped and fell.  Luckily, Legolas was used to this and simply caught her and gracefully carried her the rest of the way.  He set her back down on the marble floors, kissed the back of her hand and returned to his position up high, watching over the area.  She curtsied and although the dwarves could not hear - or understand it - she thanked him.  “Ni ‘lassui en, Legolas.”

An hour later, Thorin joined his company in the cells.  He simply explained how he had not taken any deal with King Thranduil and that all the Elves could...well...let’s not translate that now.  The dwarves were upset by this news, feeling like they’d be trapped forever.  But Thorin knew there was a Bilbo Baggins somewhere out there.  And he would help free them.  He was sure of it.  Bilbo was not so sure.  Every time he thought he had a clear path to descend to the cells, suddenly a bunch of elves walked by.  He was thankful the ring he found made him invisible.

Some were going to patrol outside, some were laughing and telling jokes in Elvish, some were carrying wine and food, or decorations and others were reading a lovely looking book as they walked by.  The thing is this: Bilbo didn’t have many openings to sneak past and not bump into someone.  So instead he decided to follow them for a brief moment and saw them setting up a sort of party.  With decorations and a clear view of the sky where Bilbo could see the tinges of orange and pink beginning to appear in the clouds.

There were tables lined with bottles of wine and kegs of wine and cups for the wine.  There were a few tables of food, but mostly it was wine.  With lots of seats, some elves already perched on the staircases and some elves sitting up high on ledges already getting drunk.  Many were singing and some were possibly telling poems?  Or stories?  Bilbo wasn’t quite sure but it was a merry gathering that was forming.

‘Well,’  Bilbo decided to himself, ‘Time to find those dwarves.’  And so he walked back the way he came, sneaking down corridors of marble and past beautiful pillars with beautiful, intricate carvings running down them.  Soon his eyes laid upon, a (Y/C) haired elf with a beautiful dress and stunning eyes.  She was reading a book as she walked absentmindedly.  He decided to follow her and see where he ended up.

They walked for almost half an hour when he heard the familiar, grumpy dwarves’ voices as they hushedly whispered to each other in Khuzdul.  ‘Finally,’ Bilbo thought excitedly, ‘I’ve found them!’  He waited behind the she-elf, watching where she was headed.  By the time he realized she was about to walk down a flight of stairs and possibly injure herself, a blond elf was by her side with an arm around her waist.  Legolas was so accustomed to stopping his wife from falling down stairs it was almost a daily thing to catch her and gently lead her away.

“A, Legolas.”  She smiled to her lover with such a soft gaze he felt sure to melt under it.  Although the dwarves did not know it, ‘A’ was Elvish for ‘Hi’.  However, they simply thought it was an exclamation like the English ‘Ah’ when one realizes they almost walked off the top step of a flight of stairs.

However, (Y/N) was so accident prone she was no longer surprised when someone stopped her from walking into a wall, or a door, or out a window and this case was no different.  Bruises and cuts from falling down stairs was common for our silly she-elf lady.  Legolas sighed fondly.  “Hiril vuin, please do fall down the stairs before a most wonderful celebration.”  ‘Hiril vuin’ was Elvish for ‘my lady’ and was a sweet and simple way for Legolas to remain caring, but serious, in front of the dwarvish prisoners.

Bofur spoke up with a chuckle from the cells below, “Is falling down the stairs a common occurrence?  I would love to see such a performance everyday!”  He joked.  The dwarves laughed in agreement except for Oin who could barely hear what Bofur said.

“What did he say?”  He asked Gloin who was in the cell beside him.  His question went unanswered as Gloin continued to loudly laugh.  Legolas glared down at the cells whilst (Y/N) simply laughed with the dwarves.  She had a wonderful sense of humour - she has two older and fun twin brothers after all - and she was also used to these jokes which made it even more fun in her opinion!

Once the laughter had settled down a bit (Y/N) chuckled out, “I knew I should’ve been the King’s jester!”  and the howls of laughter sprung back up again.  Their thunderous voices bounced of the walls and echoed through the building.  Even Legolas and Bilbo chuckled at (Y/N)’s joke.  As the dwarves continued to laugh, crack jokes and sometimes just rest in silence, Legolas decided to simply ignore them and inquire about his wife’s current book.  “Oh!  It’s a book of Elvish poems and short love stories.  I fell in love with it after reading the first couple of love poems.  It even has some poems specifically to be read just before you sleep.  Oh!  I’ll find one of my favourites for you!”

She began to carefully flip back through the previously read pages, keeping her bookmark on her current page as she did so.  Bilbo took this chance to quietly sneak past the couple and down the stairs to the cells in order to look for the keys.  Legolas smiled adoringly as his wife quietly muttered the poem titles until she found the one she was looking for.  Although the Elvish is truly beautiful and wonderful to read, here’s the English equivalent instead:

“ Your Divine Beauty,

The stars crown your head, As you rest peacefully in bed, And the moon bathes you in its’ light, Kissing you with all its’ might.

Such beauty even the sun bows down, So its’ colours may reflect onto your white gown. Pink, orange and gold, Dare not touch or enfold.

For they will not dare, To hide your beauty nor ensnare.”

Although Bilbo and the dwarves had no clue what she said as it was in Elvish, still they folded to the sound of her melodic voice when she read aloud her favourite poem.  Legolas gently kissed her forehead when she was finished and sighed wistfully.  “I adore that poem so much now.”  He smiled down as their foreheads rested together.

“I’m glad you liked it, dear.”  She grinned, returning his kiss with a giggle.  Only a moment had passed when they heard approaching footsteps.  Bilbo snuck back to a corner in case they should pass him and the dwarves returned to their original scowls as two Elven guards came to a stop in front of the couple.  The woman curtsied to the guards and they returned with a bow.

“We’re sorry to interrupt, but the celebrations are beginning.”  They explained, carefully watching Legolas’ eyes as he sighed.

“Very well.  Then I shall not keep you any longer, my dear.  Please, go enjoy yourself and do not wait up for me.  I will join you shortly after I have finished my patrol over the cells.”  Legolas kissed his wife’s hand with a tenderness and care you only hear and see in romance books.

“Thank-you, darling.  I shall join them, but I shall still wait for you.”  She grinned with a cheeky glint to her eyes.

“Why do I bother to tell you to not wait, you don’t listen anyway.”  He chuckled sweetly.  “Very well.  Now go, before my father is disappointed with both of us being absent.”

“Ah, yes, I should hurry then.  Take care, darling, and try not to roughen up the dwarves too much.”  She kissed him once more before leaving with the guards to the celebrations.  Legolas sighed wistfully once more and did not move until she was safe out of sight with the guards.  He trusted them to catch her if she should fall.

But even if she is injured, they have healers that are always pre-prepared for her anyway.  He turned back and before he could ascend back to his post, the dwarves spoke up.

“So she and you are...well...together, huh?”

“She’s my emotional support wife.”  Legolas grinned mischievously, knowing fully well she could still hear them with her excellent Elvish hearing.  A second later his ears heard her voice in the distance,

“I heard that!”  And he smiled hearing her voice once more.

“You’ll do well to not disrespect her whilst you’re here.”  Legolas stared the dwarves down as he finally returned to his post, just out of their line of sight above them.  The dwarves rolled their eyes and proceeded to taunt him with funny comments anyway.  All were harmless, but they were fishing for a reaction from Legolas so they did their best to make it sound almost like insults.  He didn’t care enough to hear though, he was ignoring them and mentally reciting his wife’s favourite poem so when she was having a bad sick day he’d know it off by heart.

[darkst4lker]

taste // thranduil.

thranduil oropherion x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

you weren't okay.

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

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

“i don't love you anymore, (y/n).”

fucker. you had spent two years together.

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

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

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

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

you took a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

like certain person did to you.

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

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

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

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

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

and there it was her.

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

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

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

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

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

it was unbelieveable. he literally had replaced you.

how could he? why would he?

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

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

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

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

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

by the other hand, thranduil was breathing heavily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were a little drunk yourself too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it will pass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he surely knew how to treat a heartbroken person.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the pain needed to come out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

instantly, you understood he was talking about the fight.

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

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

and you were still dying for him.

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

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

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

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

he sounded jealous, and he clearly was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he made you a sign to keep quiet and spoke.

“yes?” thranduil said, calmly.

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

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

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

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

he loved you. thranduil really loved you.

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

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

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

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

you fucking laughed.

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

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

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

[leahsflwer]

LOTR pref - Y/N being drunk and flirting with them 🫣🤪

Warnings: Not much Really.. fluff mixed with very light smut :)

LOTR characters x Reader 🌸

Aragorn -

At first he was laughing at you when you started drinking and just let you do you, but when you came over to him and started outlining his jawline he became panicked. As much as he wanted it he wouldn’t try anything while you’re drunk. So off to bed for you, don’t bother trying to say anything else because it will be a simple

“No. You’re drunk doll. Now sleep.”

Legolas -

He felt his fingers begin to tingle from the alcohol he was not used to. Only elvish alcohol was what he could take. But he was still slightly there to notice how drunk you got. You were a runaway elf, so you were used to running to different places and drinking different alcohols none like him. But he became instantly flustered when you sat on his lap and started playing with his hair. He just admired you with a smile and you both eventually passed out.

Boromir -

You never thought of him in a dirty way until that alcohol hit your system. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and it bothered you. But you couldn’t deny how good he looked and it helped you realised that you actually liked him. Making you confident enough to straddle his lap and kiss him. He would be shocked but quickly grin and melt into the kiss. Gradually pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“I’d kiss you again if you weren’t drunk love.”

Faramir -

You had your little pouch of goodies which secretly included little bottle of alcohol. Which due to the terrible state you were in with the war soon to be, you drank it. Faramir noticed you drinking and sat beside you, taking it a having the last amount for himself. But he wasn’t expecting you to grab his chin and make him look at you. You complimented his eyes and he got flustered but just laughed and thanked you for the drink.

“Now we should sleep, we have a long journey ahead of us darling.”

Merry -

He was dancing like a maniac with Pippin and only stopped when he was exhausted, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes as he laughed, trying to bring himself back together. Only to feel hands cupping his cheeks. He got shy when he saw you looking at him. You wanted a kiss and your eyes said it all but Merry knew it was was odd. But he was drunk as well so he also had a side that wanted to.

“Be careful Angel. I might have to ignore my mature thoughts and kiss you if you keep staring at me like that” he chuckles.

Frodo -

He was immediately flustered and confused when you gave him a back hug. Your lips placed a warm, yet soft kiss on his neck. It sent shivers throughout his body. You were only slight taller than him, but he liked that. Turning his head to look at you just shyly smiling, trying to laugh it off like he was all good and not panicking inside.

“H-Hey! It’s a fun.. ah.. party?” Shy king

Pippin -

Pippin already noticed how drunk you got and saw you checking him out as he danced. So right at the end he made the move by pulling you onto the table and kissing you. Merry laughing and everyone else clapping. You were drunk and were the one however to try and continue the kiss after you both got off the table. You grabbed his hand and took him to a private area, but Pippin didn’t care he kissed you until Aragorn showed up and asked you to the get a room. Cringing and ruining the moment making you both laugh.

Sam -

He was so sweet and kind. Not knowing how to feel when you started being all affectionate. He enjoyed it but was confused by it coming from you who was usually stubborn and nothing like that. He just panicked and talked about the first thing that came to his mind. Blushing anytime you got closer to him.

“Ah.. potatoes.. are- what are you! Potatoes I said.. they’re delicious, yes?”

Arwen -

She was just having fun with the group and smiled as you laid your head on her lap, playing with the lace on her dress. She loved how soft you looked in your drunk state. When you gently tugged on her dress and pulled her down to your level, she blushed and was fine until she noticed her father in the area and she shyly backed away and sat back up, shyly giggling.

Lindir -

You were a dwarf-human and he was not expecting you to actually enjoy elvish wine so much. But you did and he just admired you, leaning on the table and laughing at you as he swirled his wine around in his glass. Blushing when he felt your hand on his thigh under the table. Elrond was across the table from him and he would be in a whole lot of trouble if he got caught. He placed his hand on yours to try and stop you from moving at all. He definitely had a red face and was asked if he was alright by other elves.

“Yes. I’m quite alright Lord Elrond.”