#domination of thranduil

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Bloody Feast (Vampire!Thranduil x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Periods. The time of the month you despise the most, is the time of the month your lover eagerly awaits for.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab reader, fem!reader, vampire!Thranduil, slight dom!Thranduil, mention of periods (frequent), mention of blood (frequent), weird descriptions of periods (I am sorry), mention of blood clots (again, I am sorry), oral sex (reader receiving), brief mention of male receiving oral sex, semi-public oral sex, blood play.

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 2,200+

A/N - I had a weird thought and well...this monstrosity was created. I never thought I would make another Vampire!Thranduil smut but there is a second time for everything. I am suffering and needed a distraction. I wrote this in the span of about three hours from an odd idea I had. Smut under the cut.

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Periods. That time of the month when your least favorite monthly visitor arrives. Though, out of what felt like spite for you, said visitor would be either fashionably early to put a damper on your plans or terrifyingly late to make you ponder the delay as it took its sweet time to arrive: typically arriving while you were wearing something white.

But, regardless of the name you bestowed upon that time of the month, it was inevitable. It came, bringing along cramps, mood swings, and a bloody mess that always managed to stain a pair of your unmentionables during its stay.

Amongst the pain, mood swings, and mess it left behind lingered an unexpected emotion from your vampiric lover. Lust.

The first time you had your monthly bleed around the pale-haired vampire, you noticed a shift in his demeanor.

A subtle change at first. It was nothing you paid too much mind to, though the pain of the lining of your womb shedding out of your core had blinded you from the way the vampiric king lingered by you. It was something you waved away, believing your lover was merely worried over how you writhed in pain as the unfertilized egg shed alongside the old lining of your womb. Yet, nothing could prepare you for the truth of the matter.

The truth of why he lingered, why his sapphire eyes fixated on you, burning holes into your skull, was due to the fact he thirsted for the blood that poured from your core. He yearned to taste the rotted fruit of your womb, the blood of expired life, upon his tongue, to feast upon the blood you despised.

The lust for your expired blood rose as the months passed. The scent of your shedding flooded his sensitive nostrils, making it nearly unbearable to be in your presence as the urge to take you, to feast upon the blood of your womb, flooded through the vampire's chilled veins. Igniting a fire, a passion that had been dormant inside him for ages.

A fire he managed to keep at a brief simmer. The flame of his thirst managed to stay steady long enough for him to slip away into the forest and feast upon any poor deer he managed to sink his fangs into -- yet deer tasted bitter compared to the scent of your sweet, fertile blood.

However, it appeared that today would test the limits of his resistance.

It happened amid supper; the vampiric king raised his fork to meet his cold, thin lips when the sudden scent of sweet metallicness entered his sensitive nose alongside the chill of air. The muscles within his body went tense, the smooth metal within his dominant hand bending under the pressure of his chilled grasp.

His cold, sapphire gaze quickly snapped up from the various foliage upon his plate and fell onto the heavenly figure that sat beside him. You.

The burn of his intense gaze roamed your figure, warming it even through the chill of the night air as he searched for the cause of that oh-so-delicious scent. And then, he spotted it. The purity of your ivory gown, now stained a delicious deep crimson amid the inner thigh region as you shifted in discomfort upon the wooden chair.

The flesh of your cheeks began to heat as you felt the familiar twisting cramp of your bleed beginning. A sense of dread and embarrassment danced within your veins as you shrunk back within the plush wooden seat, attempting to hide the bloodied bits of your gown beneath the elongated table, unaware of the pure lust that roamed the chilled veins of your lover.

The light within his sapphire-hued gaze began to dim, the roaring fire of lust within his core began to burn wild as he slowly inhaled the delicious scent of your shedding womb. His nostrils flared, the lids of his eyes drooping as they glazed over with an unmistakable hunger and lust.

"Y/N," He spoke, his voice low and twinging with the unbridled lust that nearly burst at his seams the longer he sat beside you. "accompany me back to our quarters. I require your assistance in retrieving something of great importance." A simple request, one that appeared to be your way out of this humiliating mess.

The hue of your head bobbing rapidly filled his darkening gaze, earning a slight smirk on the corners of his thin lips. Yet, it went without notice as you were too fixated on shielding the sight of the delicious blood that stained your once pristine gown.

The soft clank of your beloved's fork hitting the wooden table echoed throughout the silent air, lingering within it as the blur of your vampiric lover standing filled your view. The swiftness of his motions nearly caught you off guard as you felt the chill of his hand encase the warmth that was your own, the steady tug of his led you out of the dining hall and away from prying eyes.

The heat of your cheeks burnt brighter as you felt the gaze of the guards lingering upon your sullied rear. The large crimson color seeped deep within the gown, showing all who viewed it the state of your aching womb. A sight that your lover salivated over as he dragged you into the twisted halls.

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The harsh wood of the twisted woodland halls dug into your stained gown as the pale-haired man pressed you up against it. The light within his eyes dimmed, replaced with the dark, burning fire of lust as he inhaled the sweet, metallic scent of your bleeding core.

"Thranduil--" His name left your lips in the air of a surprised gasp, the size of your gemstone-colored eyes widened as they gazed upon the now lust-driven vampire that towered over you. The size of his nostrils increased as they flared with lust, taking in every last breath of your sweet, bleeding womb as he leaned to your ear.

"I have waited long enough." The chill of his breathed growl earned a shiver to roam down your spine, a momentary distraction from the pain that roamed within your core. "And now, I shall feast." A statement you barely had time to process, as the sudden blur of his pale golden locks filled your line of sight.

The wooden floor creaked under the weight of his body down on his knees. The sudden cold swish of the skirt of your gown being hoisted up followed suit in sound, the weight of the smooth, silken fabrics now rested upon the mid of your stomach.

And as you gained weight in the middle of your belly, you lost the weight of the blood-soaked unmentionables that shielded your bleeding cunt from the starved vampire.

"Yes." The words slithered out of his mouth like the hiss of a snake, the moisture within his mouth near overflowing as he gazed upon the bloodied lips that rested around your core. A delicious sight he yearned for, dreamt of for what felt like an eternity to the eternal man.

Before you had a moment's thought, the sudden chill of his frozen tongue lapped upon your bleeding core. His licks were long and slow as he savored every ounce of the sweet, clotted metallic flavor upon his tongue. A pleased growl vibrated against your sensitive, aching cunt causing a small electric wave to roam throughout your pain-ridden body.

The smooth glide of the cold flesh of his chiseled cheeks grazed against the warm flesh of your bloodied inner thighs, furthering the waves of pain mixed with pleasure throughout your body as he continued to lap up the entirety of your aching core. His tongue cleansed every crack and crevice of that delicious, clotted blood he had yearned for, for so long. Savoring the taste and texture of the sheddings of your womb with a feral growl as he delved deeper into each sensitive fold.

The delicious, deep crimson color began to lighten in hue. The sweet, metallic taste now gained a familiar tang of pleasure upon his tongue as the sweet nectar of your arousal began to mix with the blood of your womb. A heavenly combination he had only smelt upon you during the rare times you gave him head during your monthly bleed.

"Ah!" The sound left your lips in a surprised gasp as the sudden, cool stretch of his tongue entered the warmth of your core. The cold swirl of his tongue danced within your core, allowing it to be completely coated with the delicious mixture of your bleeding arousal. The weight of your hips shifted on their own, mindlessly dancing alongside the patterns of his tongue as the tips of your nails began to grasp against the harsh texture of the wooden wall your back rested upon.

A pleased growl vibrated against your sensitive core, the hypnotic sensation coaxed out further sounds of pleasure from your plump lips as the weight of your head began to tilt back into the wood. Any care for the blood that stained your gown, a stain that would likely never come out, faded from your mind as you fell into the trance of the coldness within your aching center.

The vampiric king continued to feast within your bleeding core, slurping up each pleasure-filled drop of your sweet, bloody nectar as his tongue continued to circle inside of you. The speed was unpredictable. At times, it was slow, following the size of a blood clot before it dropped into the coldness of his hungered mouth, while other times it was rapid. Quick. And jutting. Hitting the most sensitive ounces in your core, making the muscles within your abdomen clench as a familiar tightness began to find itself amidst the field of pain that waged inside of you.

The sudden cold, rough graze of his smooth, frozen thumb grazed against your sensitive bundle of nerves. A choked gasp found itself out of your lips as your hips bucked up upon his face. An instinctive reaction, one the vampiric king decided to use to his advantage.

The frozen caress of his thumb pressing into your clit furthered the electric pleasure that roamed your body. The precise circles that danced upon your clit synced with the ones that waltzed within the walls of the entrance to your womb. A skillful dance that led you in the tango of pleasure, guiding you with every motion as your hips followed suit in the hypnotic sway.

"Thranduil." His name escaped your lips like a desperate prayer, hoping for your god to hear you and grant you what you desired most at that moment: release.

"That's it." The vibrations of his words bounced throughout your bleeding core, the weight of his thumb pressed further into your sensitive bundle of nerves, the motions of which it danced upon becoming rapid as he continued to devour you. "Give it to me. Give it all to me." He commanded, tongue jutting in and out of your savory core with immense speed.

Tongue tying knots inside of your clenching walls, scooping out every trace of blood it could catch as the pressure of his thumb grew more intense in weight and speed. The sway of pleasure danced you to the edge, making the room spin with every swirl of his frozen tongue and finger.

And, as the finale of the tango of lust, you were thrown over the edge, leaving you sinking into the sea of pleasure. The tang of your bloodied nectar flooded the vampiric king's mouth, drowning his senses with that sweet metallic zest of your bleeding pleasure. The cries of your pleasure bounced throughout the once silent woodland halls, alerting all those with sensitive ears to what was transpiring amidst the once quick exit.

The vampiric king growled in pleasure, happily downing the mouthful of nectar, groaning in satisfaction at the textured clots that went down his throat as his nostrils flared with relief.

Finally, he had received the bloody feast he had been yearning for all these months.

The speed at which your chest rose and fell quickened as you searched for your breath amongst the scent of pleasure that danced throughout the air. The sweat that clung to your skin allowed for the beautifully stained gown to join it in hugging your heavenly figure, making you appear like a glowing goddess rather than the bleeding mess you typically felt during your annual bleeds.

The chill of the king's tongue departed from your core, and soon after, the weight of his smooth, cold thumb eased from your sensitive bundle of nerves. A soft, disappointed whine slipped through your plump lips as you watched the vampire rise from his knees, the wood creaking at the shift of weight as he licked the remnants of your metallic pleasure off of his lips.

"Come now, my songbird," The king spoke, his voice laced with amusement as he fixed your skirt, shielding your bleeding cunt from the cold air. "we have the rest of your monthly to indulge." The light within his sapphire eyes returned as he spoke, now twinkling with a mixture of mischief and desire as he clutched your blood-sullied undergarments within his cold palm. His free one took the warmth of yours in his hand as he continued to steady pace to your shared quarters where he would surely indulge in yet another bloody feast.

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[queenstarlight2]

A terrible day in heaven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Thranduil NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very caring and sweet. Wants to spend a lot of time wrapping his arms around his partner, like a mother koala. Will want to carry his partner to the bath and take his time with a gentle cloth

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, his hands and fingers. He loves how both elegant and powerful they can be. He adorns them with regal looking rings. Loves how they can give his partner both pleasure and pain

On a partner I feel like he loves hips. Great place to grab onto to manoeuvre and hold on tight while he’s fucking hard. Also a great place to anchor you as he holds you, running his fingers from the top of the rib cage all the way to the bottom of the hip and squeezing it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves to cum on his partner and will just look at them covered in cum for a bit while his breathing starts to calm down. He becomes almost amazed at how his partner looks

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ve seen heaps of people say how he wants to fuck his partner on his throne but I believe he wants to give oral on his throne. Is usually dominant but the almost taboo of having someone else sit on his throne and he be on his knees is something that always feels new and exciting to him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had a small handful of experiences with partners before his wife but mainly just one night stands as a sexy young prince. I believe he got all of his experience and talent from his wife. Big hoe with one person sort of thing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style I’d say. Being able to control the pace so much and grab as much of his partner as he’d like. Pulling them up to have them flush against against his chest while he can grab at them too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not very goofy. Can be cute and sweet while his partner sits on his lap and he plays with them but never really goofy. Usually pretty serious in the heat of the moment but can switch to sweet and soft quickly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very groomed and sparse golden hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends. He likes to fuck hard and isn’t usually very romantic in the act but he definitely can be. If his partner needs him in that way he is more than happy to hold them, kiss them and sweet talk them while he makes love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not that often. Barely ever if he’s in a relationship and about once or twice a week if he’s not.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size and Kingly kink.

If it’s a human partner then there’s definitely a size/dominance kink, wanting to be in charge and dominant.

Would use his power and Royal position to push his dominance further. Making his partner call him ‘my king’ and ‘your highness’ really gets him going

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His throne or his big royal bed. Wants to be left alone with just him and his partner and be able to fuck however he likes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When his adrenaline is raised from either training or battle and he’s finding his partner and fucking them hard.

Seeing his partner wearing formal/regal wear makes him want to reck them, ruining their beautifully done hair and pristine outfit.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No weapons, even a paddle. He never wants to make his partner bleed and he wants to be able to properly control the pain he gives, so hand spanking instead of a paddle every time

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves to both give and receive.

When he gives he holds his partner down and craves to overstimulate them with his mouth. His partner will never cum only once if he’s giving them oral.

He prefers to sit instead of laying down when receiving. Either on his throne or a big armchair. Loves to look down onto his partner and stroke their hair and talk dirty. He isn’t opposed to face fucking but prefers his partner take their time so he can tease them while they pleasure him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough when he’s fucking but slow and sensual with oral

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The version of quickies that he likes is dragging his partner away to somewhere quiet and using his fingers and hands to make them cum before going about his day. Sometimes he likes to see how many times he can quickly make them cum between duties.



R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Doesn’t really like to take many risks. He is king and while he likes to degrade his partner at times, he does keep his focus on keeping them safe and away from prying eyes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He will go as many rounds as his partner can take. If he takes a human partner he likes to go until they just pass out from pleasure. Can hold off from cumming for a long time but also doesn’t really have much of a refraction period so he can just keep going and going

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toy he really has are plugs because he likes to bring his partner pleasure himself. Will put the plug in his partner and make them wear it at a fancy event.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loooovvvveeesss to tease. The teasing is done with light touches and whispered words in public. Drive his partner crazy while he acts so innocent and will never be caught in what he’s doing

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of powerful grunts and looottttsss of dirty talk. He growls pretty loud when he cums but mainly lots of grunts and groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If his partner is more of a casual thing he’d never be submissive but if he’s in a committed relationship with someone he loves to be taken care of in a submissive position. If his partner is AFAB he will want to get pegged and will want to suck and lick their strap.

In a committed relationship he loves his partner to be a soft dom every now and then. Not often, probably like once or twice a year.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A lot longer then average but pretty average width

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When not in a relationship it’s about average but in a relationship it goes right up. Wanting to fuck like every second day or something.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not that quickly at all. Will always wait until his partner falls asleep and is asleep for about 15-20 minutes before he even tries to drift off

[lamemaster]

A Secret Garden

Request: me (hehe)

Pairings: Thranduil x Illyrian reader

Genre: fluff and feels

Summary: The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

AN: I think Greenwood exists out there somewhere hidden from canon. That's where Maglor lives, probably. Thranduil deserves a baddie. I don't make the rules.

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Contrary to the usual, casual belief, Legolas’ mother is very much alive and thriving within the halls of Greenwood the Great.

And yes, it is Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood was merely a convenient front. A grim veil to dissuade would-be intruders.

That includes the so-called "statue of the Queen," which, for the record, looks nothing like you. Truly, Thranduil outdid himself in selecting the most unlike-you statue and crafting the wildest tale of gems and tragic loss.

Your husband, the King of Greenwood, was a mastermind. A ruler so adept that his kingdom flourished for millennia without enchanted rings or the guidance of the Valar. His conniving brooding ensured that his people prospered in secret, while the world saw only a shadowed, forbidding forest.

As for where the real Greenwood the Great lingered during those turbulent times? That remains a mystery. Its shifting location shall not be revealed here.

This tale, however, concerns you, the Queen of Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood, for all its legends, lacks a queen. It possesses only the image of a bitter, widowed king clinging to a fading world and a son growing restless with time.

Thranduil was a vessel of theatrics and drama.

You, on the other hand, were content in your hidden kingdom. Three thousand years of seclusion had yet to yield a Turin or a Maeglin to wreck your haven, and for that, you counted yourself fortunate.

As for what you are? Most guesses would not quite be accurate. Not quite an elf, in the not-quite-elven kingdom of your husband.

The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

You were one of them. Or, more accurately, an amalgamation of many. Yet the great, leathery wings at your back made it clear that your Illyrian ancestry dominated while the rest of your gene remained suppressed only to peek upon close inspection.

And how, you ask, did a lowly bastard with wings become the Queen of Greenwood the Great?

That tale begins long ago.

Thranduil had been lost for days, his once-pristine robes torn and muddied, his sword arm aching from constant readiness. 

The air of the forest felt different here, heavier, charged with an unfamiliar magic that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He had strayed far from the borders of his father’s palace, lured into unknown territory by the magnificent silver fawn.

They were like nothing he had ever seen beasts in the shape of men, with great bat-like wings that cast shadows over the forest floor. Runes glowed faintly across their arms, swirling and shifting like living things, their meaning lost to him. 

They didn’t kill him outright. Instead, they toyed with him, driving him deeper into the woods, their eerie laughter echoing around him like the rustle of dead leaves. Every so often, one would swoop low, slashing at him with claws or the sharp edges of their wings, drawing blood but never a fatal blow.

Thranduil’s breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the dense undergrowth, his usually keen senses dulled by exhaustion.

That was when he found you or, rather, when he collided into you.

One moment, he was running, heart hammering in his chest, the laughter of his pursuers closing in. The next, he crashed into something-someone, so abruptly that the force sent him sprawling to the ground.

Disoriented, he scrambled to his feet, sword raised, his golden hair falling in disheveled strands around his face.

You stood there, unmoving, watching him with a curious tilt of your head. Your wings extended slightly behind you, the moonlight falling gently onto them. 

Not unlike his hunters, Runes spiraled faintly along your arms. With broad shoulders and visible strength of muscle lining your body, you were what he assumed to be an Illyrian. 

The Illyrians were brutish fighters. An army with no leader. Children of the night. No one in Greenwood had seen them. Most were reluctant to seek the bunch that were rumored to make a stew out of anything and everything. 

“What are you doing in Illyrian woods, elf?” Your voice was calm, almost bemused, though your eyes betrayed a hint of irritation.

Before Thranduil could respond, the sound of wings beating the air filled the clearing. His hunters emerged from the shadows, circling above. They slowed at the sight of you, their jeers fading into uncertain murmurs.

One of them dropped to the ground, his cruel grin faltering as he addressed you. “Captain,” he sneered, though his tone carried a note of wariness. “We didn’t realize you were… entertaining guests.”

Your wings flared slightly, and the runes on your arms pulsed in response. “He is no guest,” you replied coolly, stepping forward. “But nor is he your prey.”

The hunter hesitated, his confidence waning under your sharp gaze. “We were only—”

“Leave,” you commanded, your voice carrying a weight that stilled the air. 

The hunter glanced between you and Thranduil, clearly torn between defiance and self-preservation. With a final sneer, he launched himself into the air, the rest of the group following in his wake. Their shadows vanished into the trees, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

Thranduil stared at you, his sword still raised, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. “Who are you?” he demanded, though his voice cracked at the most unfortunate pause. 

You turned to him, your expression unreadable. “I might ask you the same question, elf.” 

Thranduil hesitated before he answered “I am Thranduil, prince of Greenwood.”

Your lips curved into the faintest smile. “A long way from home, aren’t you?”

Before he could reply, you turned and began walking deeper into the forest, your wings folding neatly against your back. Thranduil stood rooted to the spot for a moment, torn between suspicion and exhaustion. Then with a quiet sigh, he followed you, hoping to escape the fate of becoming a hearty meal.

Legolas, as many assumed, was not your only child. He was, in fact, your youngest, the cherished baby of your family, born long after the triplets. 

He took after Thranduil in nearly every way, so much so that his presence alone was acceptable in the halls of Mirkwood. The only one to be elven enough for Middle Earth. 

Your other children, however, were a different story.

The triplets, older and undeniably yours, had delicate, protruding wings like yours—proof that their father’s genetics had long since lost the battle. 

The children however did not fail to possess their father’s dramatic flair and liking for chaos. 

Now seated with your bickering triplets and sullen eldest you await your husband and son to return to your world. Away from the chaos of the world that was nothing but an illusion. 

With a prayer sent to the spirits, you try your best to spare the dinner from the hands of your wild family. 

[disasterofastory]

Sandalwood and evergreens (Thranduil x Reader)

Sandalwood and evergreens Thranduil x Reader Warnings: porn without plot

Summary: You visit your King in his room.

A/N: I think this works as a one-shot but can be read as a part 2 for Leather and dust too.

Your fingers tingle as you curl them into a fist to knock on the thick, wooden door in front of you. The repeating sound echoes off the walls, and for a moment, you almost turn around to run as far as you can. Back to your room. Or back to the library. You have to force yourself to stay and wait because a big, aching part of you wants to stay and wait, even though the rapid beating of your heart and the rushing of your blood says otherwise.

You don't have to wait long for the door to open in front of you with the elven king behind it.

He still wears the same clothes he wore a few hours before but without his crown and robe. His tunic is tucked inside his pants that stretch on his thick thighs. Heat creeps up on your face when you find yourself looking all over him. When your eyes jump up to his face, a smirk is already playing on his lips. "My king," you break the silence first. "Come in," he replies, stepping away from the entrance just enough to let you in, but you still have to brush against him. "Thank you," you tell him, letting yourself look around his space.

Thranduil's room is messy. Books and parchments gather in piles on the nightstand next to his bed and on his desk. His bed is large, occupying most of the space in his room. Soft blankets and pillows cover it. There are two more doors, but they are closed.

"Did you think about me?" His question comes suddenly and much closer than he was a few moments ago. Grabbing your hips, he makes you face him. His hands stay on you. "Yes," you nod, avoiding his eyes. Your last encounter with the king is still vivid in your mind. "Good," he smiles, cupping your jaw to make you look at him. Confidence and smugness glint in his blue eyes. "I thought about you too." "Oh?" You breathe out. You are frozen. Completely at his mercy, and he knows that. "I smelled you on my finger all day," he groans, leaning closer. "Imagining how may you taste on my tongue." His words alone are enough to make you burn and ask similar questions. How would he feel between your legs? Would he be rough or gentle? "Can I kiss you?" He asks, shocking you once again. Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze. You were sure he would throw you on his bed to make you his. "Yes," you croak out your answer. "Please."

He is dominant and commanding. He barely gives you enough time to get used to his lips on yours. He is already pushing his tongue inside your mouth. His whole presence hovers above you, demanding your submission and need. His large hands squeeze your hips, tugging you closer until your body is pressed against his. You can feel his erection digging into your front. "Take off your clothes," Thranduil says against your lips, and without waiting for your reaction, he already reaches behind you to untie your dress. Meanwhile, his lips never leave yours. There is a tug on your arms, and before you know it, your dress pools around your legs, leaving you bare in front of the king's eyes. His heavy gaze rakes over your body, pausing here and there to appreciate every dip and curve you have. "I imagined them in a different shade," he says, flicking his thumb over your nipple with a click of his tongue. You are trembling with anticipation. He gropes your chest, playing with the weight of your tits and playing with the hard peaks. Thranduil circles and pinches them until you moan and let your head fall backward. One of his hands slips to the back of your head, pulling you into another feverish kiss. It's much more impatient now. All teeth and tongue. The thrusts of his tongue light the fire between your legs, making your thighs clench for some friction.

"Lay down on the bed," he instructs you. "Good," he hums, watching you do as he says while he takes off his tunic. The dim candlelights illuminate the curve of his muscles. The yellow hue glides over his wide chest. His flawless, pale skin seems even more beautiful. The bedsheets are soft under you and smell like him. Something spicy you don't recognize, elven wine, sandalwood, and evergreens. The mix covers your senses, pushing you more deeply in desperation for the man standing at the end of the bed. "Open your legs." Comes another order. Your thighs shake as you brace your heels against the bed as open your legs. The air seems freezing in contrast with the heat of your pussy. A muffled hiss escapes your closed lips in sync with the low groan coming from Thranduil. His gaze is dark and hungry as he unbuckles his trousers. You even forget how to breathe as you watch him taking out of his cock. He is thick and already hard. "Don't!" He says when you move, to close your legs for some friction. The ache in your pussy is almost too much to bear. "I want to see you. I imagined you so many times like this. Laying in my bed, wet for my cock." His hand moves up and down on his erection the whole time he talks. You watch him mesmerized. The tip of his cock glints with his pre-cum. "I can't wait to taste you." "Please, my King," you cry out. Your hands tear on the covers under you. "Do it! Please!" It seems like your quiet plea is enough for Thranduil because not even a second later, he climbs up to the bed between your legs. His large hands slide up on your legs, groping and massaging your flesh all the way to your thighs. "So soft," he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee. His gaze wanders on your naked body the whole time. Your eyes shine with desire, and your lips are open and swollen. You are even more beautiful than he imagined. "And smells so good," he groans, adjusting himself close to your pussy. His warm breath fans over your center, making you clench around nothing. Your juices already made a mess between your legs, and Thranduil's closeness doesn't help at all. His tongue swipes up on your slit with a swift motion. Your hips buckle at the sudden feeling, and Thranduil has to grab you to keep you in place. He feasts on your pussy with such force it drives you close to madness. He buries his face into your heat, devouring you with every swirl and flick of his tongue. His long fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, and his hair falls on your skin like a veil. A deep groan escapes his lips when you reach out to him. The blonde strands are soft between your fingers. The sound vibrates inside you, making you arch your back until it hurts. "Thranduil," you cry his name. "I need more." "Not yet," he grunts. His lips close around your clit to suck on the sensitive bud. For a moment, you can't even see. Tears run down your cheeks, and your quiet sobs mix with the slurping sound coming from the blonde elf.

"I can't believe you are here," he says. "You are so beautiful, Y/N, so responsive." With every flick of his thumb on your clit, you shake and jerk. The hot coil in your stomach burns and drags you deeper and deeper. "Th-" "I'm here," he smiles. Seeing your state, his cock twitches with more pre-cum seeping down his shaft. He kneels between your legs, pushing his finger inside you carefully. His usual impatience is nowhere now. He takes his time to get you ready for his cock. "You are so tight," he grunts, adding another finger. "I don't even know how you will take me, but we will find it out." His fingers massage the inside of your walls, finding every sweet spot to push you higher and closer to the edge. "I will make sure this pretty pussy will take all of me," he continues talking. "But first," he hums, still thrusting inside you as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth. "Cum, Y/N, cum for me. Let me hear you. Let me see you." And with a twist of his fingers, you obey his command once again. You shake, cry, and moan. Your eyelids fall shut, your muscles go taut, and your walls milk his fingers for more. You grab onto anything to keep you afloat. It feels like your life depends on his hands holding you to reality. His deep voice is the only lead that can pull you out of the blackness that makes you blind for long seconds. Your whole body tingles with pleasure, but your hunger isn't satisfied. You want more. You need more.

"How-" you start to speak, but your throat is so dry, you begin to cough. "Here," he says, reaching out to his nightstand for a glass. "Drink this. It's wine." He even helps you sit up to take a few sips of the sweet liquid. "Thank you," you tell him, giving him back the glass and watching him drink too. And while he does that, you have a few calm seconds to let your eyes wander on his body. His hair is a bit messy because of you. His cheeks are tinted with pink, and the color goes down to his chest, too. The muscles flex and stretch in sync with his movements. His cock is hard with a flush, pink tip between his thick thighs. You don't even know when did he take off his trousers.

You are too busy staring at his balls to notice him putting the glass back in its original place. He has to cup your face with one of his hands to make you look up into his eyes.

Well, not your proudest moment, but you have no regrets. You are not willing to feel ashamed because of it, and you don't even have time for it. The view of the elven king looking down on you with his almost white hair framing his handsome face is too much to feel anything but hunger and desire.

"How do you want me?" You ask him instead. A moment of surprise washes over his face before a smug smirk pulls on his red, swollen lips. "On your knees," he replies. "Ass up, head on the pillow."

[theelvenhaven]

Kissing the Elves

Mirkwood

Oropher

Oropher's kisses are firm and confident, his lips melding with yours in a controlled and calculating manner. His hand comes to rest under your hair and at the nape of your neck so he can draw you in closer. He tastes lightly of sugar and peaches, and his lips are petal soft against yours despite their firmness.

Thranduil

Thranduil's lips press to yours with fervor and passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth, curling around yours. He is demanding and domineering, and tastes of the finest Dorwinion wine- sweet and bitter. His hand holds your chin firmly in place as he kisses you, demanding you in full and to only be distracted by him.

Legolas

Legolas' kisses are tender and sweet, his lips always moving feather like against yours. Always so gentle and careful as he holds your face, thumbs lovingly stroking your cheeks, his lips pressing softly into yours. He takes his time to kiss you, wanting to savor the way you feel against him.

Meludir

Meludir's kisses always have an air of playfulness to them, his lips pressing against yours lightly and then firmly. Teeth nipping at your bottom lip to pull soft gasps and giggles from you, he's always smiling into the kiss and his hands rest on your hips. Pulling you into him and swaying along with you.

Feren

He may come off as dutiful and maybe even a little stern but when it comes to kissing you, Feren makes sure to take his sweet time especially if you two are in private. He's not afraid to kiss you sweetly, slowly melding his lips against yours, making sure to be gentle and make sure you know that he loves you.

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[creepychan08]

Yandere Thranduil x Reader

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

And now there's no way home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You remembered how it all started. 

*Flashback*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wished those moments would have lasted more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 His eyes hardened, frown marring his features.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*End of Flashback*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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

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

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

[merovingianprincess]

can i please get some uhhhh Thranduil headcanons for how kinky he is? with a side of maybe cnc or straight up noncon if your down for that

Anything for Thrandaddy…

While Thranduil is a very respectful partner and wants to make sure you are comfortable and safe, he definitely asks if it’s okay to role play with CNC, he makes you have a safe word.

• hair pulling while he’s rutting into you from behind

• he bites and leaves love marks places no one else will see

• he will lightly choke you if you ask nicely

• he’s very dominant obviously

• he will bend you over in any surface in private

• he loves the prone bone position so he can wrap his arms around you

[fel-09]

https://www.tumblr.com/fel-09/768651490993848320/httpswwwtumblrcomfel-09768589999848472576ht?source=share

Hello dear. Can you please make a fairy version of this?tfen? Pleasee💕

Freedom is a sand in your hands

(Dark)Thranduil × Fairy Reader

Warning: manipulation, dark undertones, 16+.

The golden sunlight filtered through the canopy of ancient trees, illuminating the throne room in a warm glow that felt anything but comforting. You sat at the base of Thranduil’s throne, your wings lying useless and damp behind you, the water dripping off their edges a constant reminder of your confinement.

He stood before you, tall and imposing, his gaze as cold and unyielding as the peaks of the mountains beyond his forest.

“I saved you from a world that would have destroyed you,” he said, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a weight that felt like a chain around your neck.

You lifted your head, anger flashing in your eyes like lightning cutting through the sky.

“Don’t speak as if I haven’t lived in that world!” you snapped. “I’ve survived for 2,700 years, Thranduil!”

His lips curled into a faint, condescending smile, as though your defiance amused him.

“Unlike me, you’ve experienced nothing,” he said, his tone sharp as a blade. “I am older than you, little one. I understand what lies beyond these walls far better than you ever could.”

You rose to your feet, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. But your wings, still too heavy with water to lift, betrayed your helplessness.

“You know I will never let you go,” he continued, stepping closer. His voice softened, but the steel beneath his words was impossible to miss. “Stop deluding yourself with thoughts of freedom. This place is your home now.”

He towered over you, his shadow blotting out the sunlight that streamed through the windows. His face was so close to yours that you could see the faint lines on his skin, like cracks in polished marble.

“You can either accept this willingly,” he murmured, his voice a low threat, “or I will ensure your compliance.”

You couldn’t respond. The words caught in your throat like thorns. His hands rested lightly on your shoulders, the touch deceptively gentle, yet carrying the weight of his dominance.

Turning away, he strode back to his throne with the grace of a king who knew he would always be obeyed. But before he sat, he cast one last glance over his shoulder.

“Submit, mîr nin. It is the only path to peace.”

The sunlight still poured in through the windows, but its warmth was meaningless. Beyond this castle lay a freedom you could no longer reach, shattered by the iron will of the Elvenking.

Another Day

Before you could sense his approach, Thranduil’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. The sudden closeness made you stiffen, but he only chuckled, his breath warm against your ear.

“Always so tense,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down your arm until they reached your hand. Gently, he lifted it to his lips, brushing a kiss against your fingers.

You turned your head to glare at him, your brows furrowed in irritation. His icy blue eyes met yours, and a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t look at me with that scowl,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “It only makes me want to tease you more.”

Before you could retort, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, the action so casual yet so possessive that it left you momentarily stunned.

“See?” he said, his smirk widening as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “Much better.”

Your glare didn’t falter, but the faint warmth creeping up your cheeks betrayed your composure.

“Thranduil…” you began, your tone edged with warning.

But he only laughed softly, his hand moving to cup your face. “Oh, mîr nin,” he said, his voice softening, “you’re too beautiful to resist.”

His lips brushed against your temple, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter despite your frustration. And as much as you hated to admit it, his touch, his presence, his words—they always left you torn between fury and something far more dangerous.

[amloveabledeathmo]

Bagginshield Fic Ideas

Putting some of my fic ideas together because I want to. If anyone gets inspired to write one please do and tag me.

Accidental proposal idea: There's a big party in Erebor for reasons. Thorin is still not fully healed and when Bilbo asks if he's ready to go lay back down since he's been up way more for the day, Thorin says he must be the first to dance so everyone else can start too and dance at least a little more than one or two songs and glances tiredly at a group of dwarrow.

So Bilbo stands up, and being a well raised gentlehobbit, dramatically sweeps into a bow and offers his non dominate hand palm up and keeps his position as he asks if Thorin will dance with him. There is a huge pause.

NOW either Thorin can choke out a yes and take Bilbo's proffered hand and the hall erupts in cheers OR for comedy Balin can basically remind everyone that Bilbo is a hobbit and does not know their ways and Bilbo gets to be rather embarrassed that he technically proposed to Thorin in the most serious of ways for dwarrow, one that would only be done for a love match, and so publicly makes it way more intense. While Bilbo was just holding to proper Shire manners by not staring at the asked so they can feel less pressure to say yes if they don't want to.

Goldsickness breaking idea: I think a neat premise for a fic would be if someone (Bilbo) fell in the treasure hall while trying to go see Thorin. He gets quite hurt from ending up partially buried and Thorin rushes over when he hears Bilbo scream. That breaks the gold sickness. He still at first refuses to negotiate with Bard too worried about Bilbo to leave his side until he hears that Thranduil is there too and manages to barter for a healer to enter along with promises for future discussions. The battle still happens but Thorin is much more careful because he needs to get back to injured Bilbo.

Alternate options I also like are Fili or Kili being the one who gets hurt in the treasure room and the other gets to harass the injured one about not being injured in the battle but by falling into gold, how undwarf like. Or multiple of them getting hurt.

Song inspired fic: "I'm better as a memory than as your man."

I can really picture it especially in the healing tents after the battle of the five armies. I think it works well as a line coming from Thorin, perhaps when he wakes up after Ravenhill and Bilbo is like don't you dare! You are not going to decide for me if you are a better memory than a romantic partner. I expect all the courtship after you have recovered or so help me, Mahal will not save you from my wrath. So of course Thorin has to recover.

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

[sotwk]

Treat please!

(also hope you're doing well! <3)

SotWK AU Flash Headcanon:

The Elvish Seasons of Birth of each member of Thranduil's family are as follows:

SPRING or "Ethuil": Elvenking Thranduil (FA 452) and Prince Legolas (TA 242)

SUMMER or "Laer": Prince Gelir (TA 221)

AUTUMN or "Iavas": Prince Turhir (TA 37)

FADING or "Firith": Prince Arvellas (TA 89)

WINTER or "Rhîw": Crown Prince Mirion (SA 3430)

STIRRING or "Echuir": Elvenqueen Maereth (FA 553)

SotWK Fancast: as Jodie Comer as Lady Meluiel, Thranduil's mother

Their Zodiac Signs (because Elves love the stars?), roughly corresponding to the Calendar of Imladris and the Shire Calendar, are as follows:

Thranduil: Aries - Independent, Generous, Optimistic, Enthusiastic, Courageous, Moody, Short tempered, Self-involved, Impulsive, Impatient

Maereth: Pisces - Compassionate, Adaptable, Accepting, Devoted, Imaginative, Oversensitive, Indecisive, Self-pitying, Lazy, Escapist

Mirion: Capricorn - Responsible, Patient, Ambitious, Resourceful, Loyal, Dictatorial, Inhibited, Conceited, Distrusting, Unimaginative

Turhir: Virgo - Analytical, Observant, Helpful, Reliable, Precise, Skeptical, Fussy, Inflexible, Cold, Interfering

Arvellas: Libra - Diplomatic, Graceful, Peaceful, Idealistic, Hospitable, Superficial, Vain, Indecisive, Unreliable

Gelir: Leo - Confident, Ambitious, Generous, Loyal, Encouraging, Pretentious, Domineering, Melodramatic, Stubborn, Vain

Legolas: Gemini - Energetic, Clever, Imaginative, Witty, Adaptable, Superficial, Impulsive, Restless, Devious, Indecisive

Disclaimer: The personality traits attached to each zodiac sign are not an exact match to these characters as they behave in my head/stories, but it's pretty damn close!

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A plan is put in place, and two elves grow hungry

yandere Thranduil and Elrond (4.5K) (NON-CON)(Final chapter, but might pick it back up if people want me to) part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 summery: Elrond puts sleeping herbs in your tea, and you meet Thranduil in his chambers alongside Elrond and outcomes ensue

Elrond's mind was a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions as he went about his morning routine. He couldn't seem to focus on anything but the thought of seeing Star for their late afternoon tea. He knew that he had agreed to drug her, and the guilt and unease of that knowledge tugged at his heart, but simultaneously, he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her, the undeniable attraction that drew him like a moth to a flame.

As the hours ticked by, his anticipation and anxiety mounted, building to an almost unbearable level. The sun rose higher in the sky, painting Rivendell in golden light, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clear his mind of the thought of her face, her voice, the way her eyes seemed to sparkle when she looked at him. The thought of seeing her again, of being close to her, was addictive, even as the guilt and doubt continued to eat away at him.

His mind seemed to be a constant battleground, his heart torn between the desire to be near her and the knowledge that he had agreed to do something terrible. He knew he shouldn't, knew that he was betraying her trust and breaking the ethics he held dear as a healer, but the pull was too strong. The thought of seeing her made his heart race.

The knock on the door came at exactly the appointed time, and Elrond's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then opened the door. Standing on the other side, looking beautiful and radiant in the late afternoon sun, was his soon-to-be beloved

Elrond ushered her inside, trying to keep his expression calm and composed. "Welcome," he said, his voice betraying nothing of the conflicted emotions that roiled within him. "Please, come in and have a seat."

As she walked into the room, Elrond couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. She was wearing a simple but elegant dress, the fabric flowing around her like liquid mercury. The sunlight caught in her hair, making it glow like a halo around her face. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and curiosity, and her lips were lifted in a small smile. She looked both innocent and mischievous, a combination that was both captivating and dangerous.

As she moved further into the room, Elrond felt his heart rate increase, and he had to force himself to remain calm. He motioned to a low table with a teapot, cups, and snacks already laid out. "Please, have a seat," he said again, his voice a little hoarse. "I have some tea prepared if you would like some."

Star looked around the room, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she took in the cozy, homey atmosphere. "This is lovely," she said, her voice soft and pleasant. "Thank you for having me." She took a seat at the table, folding her hands in her lap, her expression polite and eager.

Elrond poured the tea, trying to keep his hands from shaking. His mind was a swirling cesspool of mixed emotions - excitement, fear, and guilt all vying for dominance. He tried to focus on the act of pouring the tea, but his thoughts kept darting to the sleeping herb he had mixed into Star's cup. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breath coming uneven and shallow. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, but the thought of having her all to himself was too enticing to resist.

As Elrond handed her the cup of tea, she noticed the slight tremor in his hand and the way his gaze seemed to dart away from hers before fixing back on her face. Concern flickered in her eyes, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him intently. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and worry.

Elrond plastered a half-convincing smile on his face, trying to push aside the guilt and unease that warred within him. "Yes, everything is fine," he said, his voice a little too bright. "I'm just a little… distracted, is all."

Star's gaze remained on him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what might be bothering him. Her instincts were telling her that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She took a small sip of the tea, her eyes never leaving his face.

Elrond's heart was racing as he watched her take a sip of the tea. The sleeping herb he had mixed into it would take effect soon, and he knew that once she fell asleep, he would have her at his mercy. The thought both excited and terrified him, and he had to force himself to maintain his composure.

Elrond took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, then sat down across from Star. He tried to maintain a casual, relaxed expression, but his heart was racing, and his palms were sweaty.

Elrond took a deep, shaky breath and forced himself to focus on the moment. He knew he had to keep up the act, if only for a little longer. He fixed his gaze on Star, trying to look relaxed and charming, and forced his voice to come out steady and steady. "How is the tea? I hope it's to your liking."

Star took another small sip of the tea, her eyes still locked on Elrond's. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was off, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions. "It's delicious, thank you," she said, her voice soft. "You are a master of all things, aren't you?"

Elrond's heart skipped a beat at her words, and he couldn't help but bask in the praise. Despite the situation, he was secretly pleased that she had noticed his skills. "I do try my best," he said, forcing a smile. "But there's always room for improvement, isn't there?"

Star smiled back, her eyes still searching his face for any hint of what was bothering him. She took another sip of the tea, her instincts still telling her something was amiss. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" she asked, her voice a little more serious.

Elrond's heart rate spiked at the question, and he had to force down the immediate instinct to say no. "Of course," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Ask me anything."

Star leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on his. "You seem different today," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Something is bothering you. Can you tell me what it is?"

Elrond's heart constricted in his chest at her words. Her perception was unnerving, and his guilt spiked. But he couldn't tell her the truth, not now. "It's… nothing," he said, the lie sticking in his throat. "Just some work-related stress."

Star's eyes narrowed slightly, her intuition telling her that his answer was only partially truthful. "Are you sure that's all it is?" she asked, her voice quiet. "You can tell me the truth, you know. I won't judge you."

Elrond's mind raced as he tried to come up with a believable excuse. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Finally, he settled on a partial truth, mixed in with a lie. "You're right," he said, his voice quiet. "Something is weighing on my mind. It's just… I feel guilty for being attracted to you. My wife is in the Grey Havens, and I know it's wrong to feel this way."

Star's expression softened, and her eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay," she said, her voice gentle. "We can't always control our feelings, no matter how much we want to. I understand how hard it must be for you."

Elrond couldn't help but feel relieved that Star had accepted his excuse. He had expected her to see through the half-truths and lies, but she had bought his story hook, line, and sinker. A part of him felt guilty for duping her, but the larger part was just thankful that he had managed to keep her in the dark about the sleeping herbs.

As the conversation went on

Star's eyelids began to droop, and she stifled a yawn. "I don't know about you," she said, her voice slightly slurred, "but I'm feeling oddly tired."

Elrond's heart raced as he saw the effect of the sleeping herbs taking hold of her. Her eyes were becoming glassy, and her head was drooping slightly. "Perhaps you're just tired from the day's activities," he suggested, feigning concern.

As the herbs continued to take effect, Star's mind began to become disjointed and unfocused. She looked up at Elrond, her eyelids drooping heavily, and tried to speak. "I… I need to go," she mumbled, her words slurring. "Thranduil is waiting…" She stopped to yawn and then looked back up at him with a smile. "Thank you for the tea… it was lovely… and you are too…"

Elrond felt a pang of guilt and regret as he heard her words, but he pushed it down, knowing that there was no going back now. "You're very welcome," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm glad you enjoyed the tea."

As the sleeping herbs continued to work their magic, Star stood up from the table, her movements unsteady. She wobbled a little, and Elrond reached out to steady her, his heart heavy with guilt. "Careful," he said, his voice still feigning concern. "You look like you need some support."

Star leaned on him a little, her eyes half closed. "Thank you," she mumbled. "I'm just… tired. So tired…" Elrond felt a pang of guilt as he saw the effects of the herbs on her. Her head was drooping, and she was barely able to keep her eyes open. But he kept a firm grip on her arm, guiding her to the door.

"Come on," he said, his voice gentler than he felt. "Let me walk you to Thranduil's chambers. You shouldn't be wandering around alone like this."

Star didn't protest, her mind too fuzzy to think straight. She simply nodded and let Elrond lead her out of the room and down the hallway. She stumbled a little, her footsteps heavy and erratic, but Elrond kept a steady grip on her arm, guiding her toward Thranduil's chambers.

As they walked, a few guards and servants passed by, eyeing the pair with curiosity. Elrond kept his expression composed, his mind racing with excuses in case they asked questions. But luckily, no one seemed to pay them much attention, and they made it to Thranduil's chambers without incident.

Elrond reached the door to Thranduil's chambers and paused for a moment, his hand hovering in the air. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and then knocked on the door.

There was a moment of silence, and then the door opened, revealing Thranduil standing on the other side. His eyes flicked from Elrond to Star, who was leaning heavily on Elrond's arm, her eyes half-lidded and her movements sluggish.

Thranduil's expression remained neutral, but Elrond could see a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. He knew what they had planned, and he was eager to get on with it. Thranduil nodded in greeting, his voice cool and controlled. "I see you brought her," he said.

Thanduil stepped aside and gestured for Elrond to bring Star inside. He watched with a mix of fascination and excitement as Elrond led Star into the room, her steps faltering and her eyes glazed over.

As Elrond guided Star into the room, Thranduil stepped closer to her, his eyes studying her face intently. He reached out and gently touched her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "How are you feeling, darling?" he asked. "Elrond and I were hoping we could take care of you tonight. Would you like that?"

Star's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Thanduil's voice, and she looked up at him with a confused, unfocused gaze. She didn't seem to fully understand what was being asked of her, but she nodded weakly, her head still foggy from the herbs. "Yes," she mumbled. "Yes, please… take care of me…"

Thanduil led the way to the bed, with Elrond following closely behind with Star still leaning heavily on him. They reached the bed, and with a quick gesture from Thanduil, Elrond gently laid Star down on the bed. She lay there, her eyes half-lidded and her body limp, as Thanduil and Elrond hovered over her. Thanduil's eyes flicked to Elrond, silently communicating his plan.

Elrond nodded in understanding, his heart hammering in his chest. As much as he felt guilty about what he was doing, he knew there was no stopping now. With tentative movements, he reached for the buttons on Star's dress, his fingers shaking slightly as he began to undo them one by one.

Meanwhile, Thanduil stood near the bed, watching with growing excitement as Elrond undressed Star. His eyes glittered with a predatory gleam, and his breath came faster as more and more of her skin was slowly revealed. He reached out and gently ran his hand down her leg, his touch rough yet appreciative.

As they continued to undress Star, the mood in the room grew heated and charged. Thanduil and Elrond's touches grew increasingly intimate, their fingers roaming over her skin with a growing sense of possessiveness. Thanduil's hands slid up her leg, his touch becoming possessive as he spoke. "She's so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "She's ours now… ours to do with as we please."

Elrond watched as Thanduil touched her, a mix of guilt and arousal coursing through him. His own hands were on her body as well, roaming over her curves and caressing her skin. "She's so soft," he agreed, his voice thick with need. "So innocent.."

Thanduil's eyes flicked to Elrond, and he smirked. "You're enjoying this more than you thought you would, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a little mocking. "You're not feeling guilty anymore, are you?"

Elrond felt a pang of shame at Thanduil's words, but he couldn't deny the truth in them. He was enjoying this, more than he had expected to. His hands continued to roam over Star's body, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of ownership and power over her. "No," he admitted, his voice a little huskier than before. "I'm not feeling guilty anymore. I want this just as much as you do."

As Thanduil's and Elrond's touches grew more insistent, Star's body began to respond. She let out a soft moan, her back arching slightly as Thanduil's hand roamed over her curves. Her eyelids fluttered, and her head rolled to the side, her hair spilling over the pillow. She was completely at their mercy, her body reacting to their touch despite the drugged state she was in.

Thanduil and Elrond glanced at each other, both surprised and pleased by the sound of her moan. They could feel her body responding to their touch, and it only heightened their desire for her even more. They continued to touch and caress her, their hands and fingers exploring every inch of her body, leaving no skin untouched. Every moan and whimper that escaped Star's lips was like gasoline on the fire of their desire. Thanduil's hands became more possessive, gripping her body with a rougher edge, while Elrond's touch remained a little more gentle but no less insistent.

As they continued to touch and explore her body, Thanduil's thoughts and desires took a darker turn. He suddenly leaned in close to Elrond, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Isn’t she beautiful?" he asked

With a nod, Elrond replied, "Indeed." His heart raced as he watched Thranduil's hands slide up Star's thighs, teasingly brushing against her sensitive flesh. Despite knowing this wasn't right, Elrond found himself unable to resist the allure of their shared obsession. Their actions were becoming increasingly intimate, fueled by lust and possession.

Feeling emboldened by Elrond's silence, Thranduil moved closer still until their bodies were pressed tightly together against her helpless form. His mouth hovered near her earlobe as he whispered words filled with dark promises into her ear. "You belong to us now," he purred menacingly, sending chills down her spine. At once, he slid his hand beneath her nightgown, tracing slow circles around her navel before dipping lower until his fingertips brushed against her damp folds. Meanwhile, Elrond trailed kisses along her neck, his arousal growing stronger by the second as he watched them together. This was wrong—so very wrong—but neither could deny the powerful pull drawing them deeper into depravity.

Unknowingly, Star slept through the entire encounter. Her mind was clouded by the tranquilizers mixed in with her drink earlier that evening - rendering her limbs heavy and numb, and stealing away what little resistance she might have put up otherwise. But even in sleep, she couldn't escape their clutches entirely. Thranduil's hand carefully slipped underneath her dress, finding its way between her legs where he continued to tease and stroke her already swollen clit without mercy. Meanwhile, Elrond moved closer still, pressing his hardening cock against her bare ass cheek which stirred something deep inside him - an urge to claim what was his whether awake or asleep.

Thranduil and Elrond locked eyes again. There was something feral burning bright in those depths that both frightened and excited the other man. Without breaking contact, Thranduil whispered hoarsely, "She belongs to us now… don't you think?" Elrond didn't hesitate to answer, his voice low and raspy with desire. "Yes," he breathed back, "We should never have denied ourselves this opportunity." There was a dangerous undertone to their conversation but also an undeniable thrill that danced along their spines. They were walking a fine line between sanity and madness, lust and violence – and they loved every second of it.

Thranduil slowly pulled away from Star, his hand trailing lightly across her stomach before reaching behind to release his thick cock from his trousers. It sprang free instantly, standing tall and proud against his pale skin. Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance, nudging her to open slowly with the tip of his erection. Her pussy was slick with anticipation, welcoming him inside with eager ease. As he pushed forward, feeling her walls stretching around him, Thranduil groaned deeply, losing himself in the sensation of finally being joined by her after a day of tormented longing. He thrust forward powerfully then retreated slowly, savoring every inch of her warmth surrounding him.

Moans of pure bliss escaped her lips as Thranduil's cock plunged deep inside her. Each thrust caused her to buck wildly against him, her body begging for more as it craved the feeling of fullness and belonging that came with being taken by these two powerful Elves. Elrond couldn't resist joining in, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking greedily while using his free hand to massage her other breast, sending waves of ecstasy rippling throughout her entire being. Thranduil's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved rhythmically within her sleeping form. He couldn't believe how tight she felt around him, even in her unconscious state.

Her soft moans filled the air, fueling his lust further. Meanwhile, Elrond watched them intently, his hands roaming over her body before sliding underneath her to cup her firm ass, helping Thranduil's thrusts go deeper. He could feel his release building up, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he succumbed to the intense desire consuming him. "She fits us perfectly," Elrond managed to choke out between labored breaths. The thought of sharing Star sent a thrill through both of them, only heightening the sensations coursing through their bodies. Their combined pleasure echoed throughout the dimly lit chamber, each movement bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Unable to bear it any longer, Elrond decided to take his place alongside Thranduil. He knelt beside Star, positioning himself so that he faced Thranduil's chiseled abs, giving him an enticing view of the king thrusting into the girl. Gently nudging Thranduil aside, Elrond leaned over to press a hot kiss against her lips, slipping his tongue past her teeth when she parted them with a soft moan. Feeling Thranduil's cock slide out of her, he replaced it with his own, filling her. Their shared lover writhed in pleasure between them, caught in their intimate embrace. Elrond started moving rhythmically, matching Thranduil's pace as they took turns claiming her. They shared knowing looks, their lust-filled minds syncing perfectly. "She's ours now," Elrond growled possessively against Star's mouth before biting down lightly on her lower lip. The thrill of their illicit act only made him more eager to make her fully aware of what was happening once she woke up. Their plan was set in motion - nothing would ever be the same for her again.

As Elrond continued his relentless assault on Star's lips, his thoughts drifted toward the tantalizing idea of double penetration. He glanced up at Thranduil, whose own passion seemed insatiable. "Imagine taking her together," he breathed into Thranduil's ear. "Both our cocks inside her, filling her." The image sent a shockwave through him, causing his movements to become even more urgent. Thranduil paused mid-stroke, considering Elrond's words. His eyes narrowed as a wicked smirk played upon his lips. "Yes," he agreed, "That would truly mark her as ours." Their gazes locked, and for a moment, there was no one else in the room except for them and the beautiful, vulnerable creature trapped between them. They both knew it was wrong - but that only made it feel so much more right.

Lost in their depraved desires, Elrond and Thranduil couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have Star completely at their mercy – fully aware of their possession. In hushed whispers, Elrond suggested, "Once she's awake…" he trailed off, his eyes sparking with a dangerous hunger as he slid his cock out of her mouth and replaced it with Thranduil's, allowing him to taste her wetness. "We'll show her who she belongs to," Thranduil finished the thought, pulling out from her tight heat so that Elrond could enter her instead. The two elves shared an intense look, their arousal peaking at the thought of having her in every way possible. Elrond thrust into her, burying himself deep as they prepared for what was yet to come. "Double penetration," he said, a hint of malice lacing his tone as he glanced over at Thranduil, "We'll fill her so completely she won't know where one ends and the other begins." Thranduil's breath hitched, and he nodded eagerly, stroking himself as he watched Elrond take her. The anticipation of claiming her fully consumed them, making each movement inside her more urgent and demanding.

Thranduil's gaze remained locked onto Star's beautiful face, her features twisted in pleasure as Elrond claimed her beneath him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with pure desire. As Elrond picked up speed, the bedrock beneath them seemed to vibrate in tandem with their movements. The sound of their combined efforts filled the room along with Star's increasing moans – and it was music to Thranduil's ears. His cock ached for release, but he held back, determined to make the most of this moment. He leaned over to kiss Elrond's neck, teeth scraping against his sensitive flesh before he asked hoarsely, "Do you think she'll enjoy it? When we both fill her up?" Elrond groaned in response, the mere suggestion driving him wild. Thranduil's fingers tightened around his shaft as he imagined the sensation of pushing into Star alongside Elrond, stretching her even further and hearing her beg for mercy. "She'll beg for more," Elrond finally managed to say, his voice strained with need. Thranduil smirked at the thought, his body shuddering in anticipation. Their wicked plan took shape in their minds as they continued pleasuring her, every thrust bringing them closer to the edge – and to the moment they'd been waiting for since she first arrived in their realm.

Thranduil's control snapped, and he moaned out his release, filling her already overflowing pussy with his seed. The sensation of their combined cum inside her was almost too much to bear – but it was only a taste of what was to come. As he slowed his movements, the evidence of their liaison started to seep out of her, painting her thighs with a mixture of their pleasure. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned down to kiss her deeply, leaving her lips swollen and glistening. Pulling away, he whispered, "Soon, little one, you'll feel us both taking you at once." His voice was filled with a dark promise that sent shivers down Elrond's spine. They would have her fully aware and begging for more – they would make her crave them like she'd never craved anything before. Their plan was set, and Thranduil knew that once it was complete, Star would never be able to leave their grasp. He couldn't wait for the day she woke up to find herself completely owned by them, her body bearing the marks of their passion and her soul forever entwined with their own.

As Elrond cleaned them up and prepared Star for her eventual awakening, Thranduil couldn't keep his eyes off her – the way their combined cum glistened on her skin, the soft moans that still escaped her lips even in slumber. They had done something unforgivable, claimed her without her consent – but they couldn't deny the thrill it gave them. Their hearts raced at the thought of continuing this illicit affair, of taking her together in a way that would bind her to them irrevocably. As they lay beside her, each lost in their depraved thoughts, they knew that their lives had changed forever. The moment she opened her eyes, their story would truly begin. They exchanged knowing looks, each silently promising the other that they would see this twisted tale through to its conclusion – no matter the cost. Their desire for her had consumed them, and there was no turning back now. They would have her – body, mind, and soul – and nothing would stand in their way.

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Kinktober Day 29: Breath Play- Thranduil

Summary: Thranduil punishes you in an unexpected way

Word count: 1, 887

The culture of the Woodland Realm held their royalty in high regard. If you were ever to meet the king and prince, let alone protect one of them, it would be a great honour.

You had strict orders to protect the prince while he went after some of the horrible spiders that infested the woods. King Thranduil doesn’t like his son doing such a thing but makes sure to assign his very best to go with him and keep him safe. Fellow elves had put in a good word about you and the king was convinced to let you go with him. Unfortunately for you, it seems you ruined that very lucky opportunity.

Though you were a skilled archer and fighter, you had failed to keep the prince safe. Returning to his home, he had to be raced to the healers, luckily he lived, but you were still in a lot of trouble. Your fellow elves didn’t want to tell on you, but they fear Thranduils wrath more than any positive feelings they had for you.

Standing in front of the very ornate doors of Thranduils private chambers, you knew you had definitely failed, and badly.

“Come in.” His deeply kingly voice called out.

Fear coursed through your veins as you stepped into his large and lavish chambers, the door slamming behind you didn’t help matters. Seeing him sit in his large armchair by the fire, you couldn’t help the lust that also began to course through your veins. His eyes slowly made their way to yours, a silent rage on his face as he scanned over you. Trying to slow your speeding heart was no use when he looked at you in that way, you weren’t sure if he wanted to kill you or fuck you. Both options running through your head made your heart race, your body heat and unfortunately your pussy begin to quake.

You had failed to protect his son, of course it was death that he had planned for you. Though you knew that would be your fate, your mind couldn’t help but to think of the other option.

He stood so abruptly that you couldn’t help but jump, though when he began long and dominant strides towards you, your body froze. There was nothing you could do but stand stare as he approached you with anger in his eyes. Standing above you and looking directly into your eyes, you couldn’t help but tremble as you stare up at him.

“My son, my only child, could have died today and it is all your fault.” He spat maliciously at you.

“Yes, your highness, and I can not apol-“

“I don’t want to hear weak apologies from you.” He cut you off, venom laced in his words.

Unexpectedly his face began to soften slightly as his eyes narrowed at you. Though he seemed calmer, it frightened you even more. You had to force yourself not to flinch as his hand softly touched the side of your cheek. Confusion was etched onto your face from his gentle touch, it felt so warm and caring that you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut.

The surprisingly sweet moment was cut short however as his fingers dug into your hair and shoved your head back. Your eyes fly open from shock and suddenly he’s standing even closer to you, his face inches from your own as his eyes stared into yours.

Your furrowed brows now shoot up and your eyes fill with worry as his other hand grips strongly over your throat and squeezes. His strong hand squeezes so tightly around your throat, you can’t breathe and you still can’t move.

You try to choke out an apology but his hand previously in your hair now makes its way past your lips and down your throat. Panic begins to set in as you choke down his long fingers, your lack of air making your head feel light. In this moment you should be scared, should fear for your life, but with the intrigue on his face and the bulge you can feel rubbing against you, you can’t help but feel extremely aroused.

Once your eyes begin to flutter again, your head feeling dangerously light, Thranduil removes his hands from your throat and mouth. Air begins to fill your lungs again as you gasp and sputter before the king. Your relief is short-lived however as his strong hand returns its grip to your hair and the other now has a bruising grip on your hip.

“No apology you could even attempt to muster would make up for what you’ve let happen today. Once I let you go, you will kneel before me and show me just how sorry you really are. Maybe once you’ve taken your punishment, you will truly understand.”

Your head was whirling. Surely this was just a lust driven illusion and really you’ve passed out. Perhaps he wasn’t going to do what your dirty mind thought he was anyway, he did say ‘punishment’ so maybe he still was going to kill you.

Feeling his grip disappear from your hair and hip, you instinctively dropped to your knees in front of the king, your eyes never leaving his. Gently his hand comes down to sit on your jaw, his thumb lightly playing with your bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.” He orders dominantly, his steel stare not leaving your eyes.

Even though he’s ordered you to, you can’t seem to, your body frozen in shock as you stare back at him. Your confused state makes him smirk down at you. As he crouches down, his lips gently ghost by your ear, goosebumps raising on your skin and your pussy quakes.

“Come on now, y/n, I’ve seen the way you stare at me when you think I can’t see. I bet you’ve touched yourself thinking of me, haven’t you?”

Before you could reply he stood to his proud height again, smirking down at your shocked expression. His hand returns to your jaw, but this time with a harsher grip, his thumb pushing down on chin.

“Open.” He harshly orders once again.

Finally complying, your jaw opens wide for him. As your jaw widens, so does his smile. Staring up at him you wondered what he’d do next, though you’d not be left wondering long as his long fingers pushed into your mouth. Just like before, his fingers pushed into your throat, forcing you to gag and drool. Your body panicked again as you tried to breathe through your nose and you didn’t think Thranduil could be more cruel, until his thumb and forefinger pinched your nose, cutting off all air.

Your mind was whirling with both panic and arousal. The lack of air and the way Thranduil stares down at you makes your head feel light and airy. Mindlessly you begin to grind into the air, desperate for friction on your throbbing pussy.

Thranduils eyes darken as he sees the way your hips move. His fingers abruptly leave your throat, and before you could properly catch your breath, his hand grabs at your hair and was tugging your head back once again. His other hand comes around your throat, holding your head still and slightly cutting off your air.

“Don’t forget that this is a punishment, you little whore. I could smell your arousal the moment you came through the door. You almost get my son killed and this is the way you will pay your debt. Now be still and take your punish like a good little whore.” He growled down at you, accentuating his point by squeezing your throat pointedly.

Releasing both your hair and throat, you try to subtly catch your breath again. Never breaking eye contact with you, Thranduil makes quick work removing his robe and pulling down his trousers, revealing his very hard and very impressive cock.

“Now open wide and keep still for your king.” He commands confidently.

Not needing to be told twice you quickly open your mouth as wide as you can for his impressive cock. He gives you no time to prepare or adjust as he thrusts into your awaiting mouth and begins to thrust harshly. His hand returns to around your throat, relishing in being able to feel his cock inside you.

Tears and saliva fall down your cheeks and chin as you struggle to hold still and take what he is giving you so aggressively. He just smirks down at you viciously as his grip on your throat keeps you still.

Once again you thought your punishment couldn’t get any worse, until his fingers pinched your nose and again cut off all your air. You began to panic and started to move, but Thranduils grip on your throat strengthened.

“Be still.” He hissed down at you.

Not wanting to take anymore of his wrath, you did your best to stay still. As your head became light again, Thranduil appeared almost as a vision above you. His head was thrown back, eyes closed shut and mouth open in a state of bliss. Your punishment was to be used as a tool for him to masturbate and you tried not to enjoy it so much.

When your vision started to darken at the sides and you felt too weak, Thranduil was merciful enough to release his hands and his cock from your body. Finally being free, you choke and cough out, trying to get air back into your lungs. Thranduil simply chuckles as he takes your cheeks in one hand, staring at you as if you were a piece of art.

In your current state, Thranduil saw you as a vision. He once again took his cock in his hand and began to pump his length to the sight of you, if you weren’t so dazed and exhausted, you might feel complimented.

You were a sight to behold in your current state. Your face covered in saliva, sweat, tears and precum, with a dazed and obedient look on your face. You were a sweet face that he had corrupted, the look of your sweet face in his kingly hand making him pump himself faster.

“Open your mouth and hold your tongue out like the good little whore I know you are.” He panted out his order, obviously close to finishing.

Once again you obeyed, only slower this time in your dazed state. Your gaze continued to stare up at him as his cum landed all over your face and tongue, if you weren’t so out of it you might have relished at his taste. He pumps himself a few more times before he looks down at your gorgeous and sinful state. Smirking, he releases your face and gently pushes your chin up to close your mouth, with a nod he encourages you to swallow.

As you swallow his load, your eyes begin to droop and fall closed. Before they can fully close however, you feel Thranduil lifting you into his arms.

“You took your punishment well. Let’s get you a bath and you can stay here tonight, I’ll have the maids bring you fresh clothes. Perhaps I can give you private training so everyone is more safe in the future.” He smiles down at you with surprising warmth as he carry’s you to his private bathing room.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

I would love to request a dominate NSFW one shot with Finrod and Thranduil with a fem human reader. Like maybe Finrod comes back like Glorfindel did and he settles in Mirkwood or something.

I hope this serves. And thank you for the idea of Finrod in Mirkwood. This has given me inspiration for fics involving Finrod and Mirkwood.

"Shared pleasures”

Pairing: Finrod x Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second Person POV)

Themes: Smut (Lemon)

Warnings: Kissing | Dom (Thranduil & Finrod) and Sub (reader) aspects | Explicit language | Breath play | Orgasm denial | Praise Kink | Breeding Kink | Size kink | Penetrative sex  | Rough Sex | Oral (fem. receiving | male receiving) | Cream pie

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: You accept Thranduil and Finrod’s offer to spend the night with them.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

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It was a night of many dark and wanton acts. 

"Such a sweet songbird, is she not?" Thranduil glanced at his companion, a golden-haired elf living in Mirkwood for nearly half a year. 

"She most certainly is." Finrod, the elf spoken of in stories and legends, agreed. "Perhaps we should get her to sing a little more."

The Elvenking's lips possessed yours before you could even speak. It was a slow, languorous kiss, one that was filled with sweet promises. A hand gripped your chin, pulling you the other way. The kiss that followed was more teeth and tongue. The grip on your chin tightened. It was Finrod. You opened your eyes and found a pair of burning blue orbs staring right back at you, as if wanting to devour you. 

Finrod had been tainted by the beast he slew with his bare hands and teeth at Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Its blood left a mark he had to bear during his return to Middle-earth. Only when he returned to Valinor for all time would this taint be removed. He pulled away, the light in his eyes dimming a little. He did not want to go too far and hurt you. 

"Go on, little bird," he urged, "attend the king."

You turned to the king, anticipation coursing through your veins. Thranduil's kiss was soft and gentle, one that invited submission. Sinful lips that tasted of honey and wine opened over yours. You sighed and slipped your arms around his shoulders, whimpering when he palmed the soft swell of your breasts. He teased, gently at first, before pressing harder and harder. 

Soft, ragged gasps made him groan. He dipped his head, eager to taste. The sensation of his tongue along the expanse of your skin made you cry wantonly and arch into him. Finrod was intoxicated by the sound.  

"You are a little songbird," He cooed, watching and listening, stroking himself, eager for his turn. When Thranduil moved lower, leaving a damp trail all over your body, he took his chance and kissed you again.

His was a kiss that demanded submission instead of merely asking for it. It was violent and bruising and left you wanting for air. Finrod wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently every few moments. The pleasure of it all—him controlling your every breath and Thranduil’s lips settling over your clit was too much. You moaned again, deeply, and repeatedly. Thranduil pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking you with it one moment, then running it flat against your slit another moment. You could barely think. Your nails dug into the sheets, threatening to rip into them when jolts of pleasure licked up your spine. You were close, so very close. You could hear Thranduil’s grunts now. He rested his arm over your belly to stop you from squirming. He feasted on the warmth of your flesh and the sweetness that spilled onto his lips and tongue. It was slow and sensual, just as you would expect it to be. Your hands released their deathlike grip on the sheets and glided over silver-gold hair. Thranduil moaned when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing his scalp.

"I could spend all day like between your legs," he whispered, his eyes flicking up to yours. "Truly, little bird. I cannot get enough of how wonderful you taste."

He eagerly dipped again, bringing you closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. But Thranduil was in no rush. As soon as you began to tremble, your babbles peppering the air, he pulled away with parting kisses to the insides of your thighs.

The sensation of being brought so close and then denied was overwhelming. You were given no moment to gather yourself. Finrod moved over you, taking over where Thranduil left off.

"Spread those legs," he ordered. "And keep your eyes on me."

You did as he commanded. His eyes burned bright when your arms held onto his back and your legs rested over his hips.

 There would be no tenderness with him, not when the mark of the beast reared its head and overtook him. Finrod’s lips captured yours in a heated frenzy. He growled softly when your nails dug into his flesh. It undid him, and he dove into your core without warning, filling you up completely.

"You were made for me," he hissed while thrusting. "You were made for us. Say it, little bird." 

You willingly echoed his words. "I am made for you… the both of you."

Finrod chuckled wickedly. Thranduil pulled you in for a kiss. His lips and tongue still tasted of you. Finrod pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, making it all the easier. He lifted your hips and took you from behind, moaning with delight when your cunt clenched around his cock. You propped yourself on your elbows, whimpering every time he pulled his hips back and pushed in, when he grabbed onto your hand and gently pulled on it so he could go deeper. He was big. So big. Pain mingled with pleasure every time he sheathed his cock in your cunt.

"There my lord," you mewled when he found that place that gave you unimaginable pleasure. "Right there my lord... oh my stars!" 

Thranduil pulled you up until you were on your hands and knees. He wanted to do more than just watch. 

"Open that pretty little mouth; I want to fuck it." He caressed your cheek with one hand, holding it firmly while he guided his cock into your open mouth. When he moaned, "You are such a pleasure to use," shivers went down your spine.

This was what you wanted—all of what you wanted. Thranduil and Finrod made it plain over supper that they intended to ruin you this night; all you had to do was say the word, and they would see to the rest. You had caught their eye while serving them, and they wished to know more of you. Whatever you wanted them to do, they would do. It thrilled you. Having two high elven lords ask you, a mortal no less, to share pleasures with them was something you had never even dreamed of. You agreed to their terms. When you did not care for something, all you had to do was say it, and they stopped without complaint. And now…

Now you did not want either of them to stop.

Finrod’s nails dug into your skin. He wanted to fill you with his seed. It was all he could think of the entire time. He went deeper and harder and faster, growing drunk on skin slapping against skin. His muscles coiled. Sweet tension grew in his belly as need whipped at him like new coils. One hard thrust and that sweet tension snapped. Finrod grunted when his orgasm ripped through him. He continued fucking you until your own release overcame you, groaning every time he felt your cunt milk his cock.

Thranduil was just as relentless. He relished the feel of your lips around his cock and your tongue running along his shaft. He felt the tension building within him. He was close. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed in your mouth. He pulled on your hair and threw his head back, mouth open in a half-moan, half-whimper. Warmth washed over your tongue when he came.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice thick and hoarse. "Good, little bird."

You felt strangely empty when they pulled out of you and laid you in bed. Your body was still humming when Finrod rested against you, his nose buried in your hair. You could only sigh dreamily when he mumbled sweet praises in your ear. He told how proud he was of you, praised you for listening and doing all that was asked of you. Thranduil left the bed and brought you water, whispering soothing words while you drank. He joined the two of you not long after.

They asked you to join them again the next night, the night after that, and the night after that. You had only one answer. Yes.