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Winter Gem
Thranduil x Female Elf Reader
Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort
Word Count: 1.8k
Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.
A/N: For @firelightinferno
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âThe first snows have arrived.â
âIt has come early.â
Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. âIndeed.â
You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.
âYou look ready for your hunt,â observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.
âYes,â reply softly. âI plan on heading out for a bit.â
His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. âIn this weather?â
You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduilâs gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.
âIs my king telling me I cannot?â Youâre teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.
âAs long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.â Even though Thranduilâs tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.
Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.
Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if theyâve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.
In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.
âEnjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.â
You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.
It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.
Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. Itâs the first time heâs been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.
While tracking, he lost something precious.
Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.
He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.
This huntâyour huntâis about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.
Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But youâve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.
Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.
As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. Itâs not ideal, but you can manage.
Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, itâs sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.
Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.
âFound you.â
The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.
The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.
Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.
Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.
Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.
The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. Itâs freezing. Temperature isnât usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. Itâs as if youâve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.
You walk and walk, and you have no idea if youâve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and youâre not sure how far youâve gone, or if youâre simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps youâre imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.
Youâre not dressed for this sort of weather.
And youâre tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesnât seem so bad. Itâs fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.
As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.
You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.
A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesnât seem real.
There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.
âThranduil,â you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.
âI found you, my star.â
There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.
You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.
Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.
âYouâre awake.â Thranduilâs voice is a gentle, comforting hug.
Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.
âYou came looking for me,â you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.
âDid you think I would not?â he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.
You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. âWhen did you start to worry?â
Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. âWhen the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.â You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. âI gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.â He pauses. âIâm not sure my heart could take any more loss.â
The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. âI do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.â
Thranduil nods. âThere is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.â
âPerhaps I strayed too close,â you murmur.
âPerhaps,â replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.
Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.
He does not release your hand. âI know why you left.â
âThranduilââ
âYou did not need to explain. I understand why.â Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. âI am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.â
You turn into his touch. âThat ring is important to you.â
âMany things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.â
Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. âAre you mad?â
âNever.â
âWill you hold me?â
âFor as long as you like.â
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Only You || Legolas
Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!
A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)
Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.9k +
TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers
You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadnât heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.
Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasnât until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.
It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasnât at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.
Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldnât seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.
As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You werenât expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.
When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, âFather? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?â
He nodded, âI was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.â His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasnât that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.
âLegolas?â You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.
Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellonâs mad.
âIndeed, your elf has made it home.â He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.
Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, âMy elf?â
Your father raised his eyebrows at you, âGo on then.â He pushed you forward ignoring your question.
When you pushed open the doors you couldnât find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didnât?
âI apologize my king.â You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? âMy father saidâŠâ
Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, âLegolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!â He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.
But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, âA dwarf you say? That sounds like him.â
Thranduil studied your happier than heâs seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.
He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, âGo, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.â He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.
For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.
âLook at ya lad. Pacinâ like a horse.â The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.
You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, âI am not Gimli.â
But the dwarf just kept laughing, âYaâ werenât even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.â
âWould you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.â That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.
âThe little lassie has you this nervous huh?â You? You made him nervous?
Legolas let out a huff, âGimli!â And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.
Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didnât want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.
But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.
The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.
âLegolas.â You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.
âAye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.â Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.
You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, âHello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduilâs advisor.â
He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, âDo you hate dwarves as much as his father does?â
You shook your head, âHardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.â You knelt down making yourself level with him, âYou are much cuter than made out to be.â That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.
This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, âElf got your tongue there Gimli?â
That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, âLady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.â He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.
You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, âDo you?â
âAye.â He nodded, âLegolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.â
You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolasâ were, âWe have spent quite some time together over the years.â
But Gimli wouldnât have that, âI think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.â
âThat is enough.â Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.
He bowed his head, âMy lady.â
Echoing his actions you responded, âGimli.â Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.
âWelcome home.â You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.
He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.
âI have missed you.â He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.
When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didnât drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, âI have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru IlĂșvatar could have bequeathed.â
It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ânoâ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.
He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.
âGimli was not lying, my lady.â Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.
That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? âPardon?â
He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, âYou do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times
Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, âLegolas, IâŠâ You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.
He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, âIt was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.â He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, âI love you.â
Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, âYou love me?â
He nodded with a nervous expression, âMore than you will ever know.â
That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, âThat is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.â
Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.
His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, âMay I begin to court you, my love?â
âI would be so honored Legolas.â Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.
He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, âOnly you. Only ever you.â
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Imagine them telling you they love you
Thorin, FĂli, KĂli, Bilbo's reactions when they tell they love you
A/N: My imagines become more and more ficlets and we now have 4k words of it⊠Make you comfortable, and enjoy!
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FĂli
On a cold winter evening under the lonely mountain, two princes are talking over an ale, one of them in a better mood than the other. âI should never have done that,â you hear FĂli sighs, his face hidden in his arms crossed on a table. âItâs too late, brother,â KĂli laughs as he drinks his ale.
It has been a while since youâre friends in this pub. There is only one pub since the rebuilding of Erebor was still ongoing. The place is busy, and princes or not, KĂli and FĂli drink here every Friday night.Â
When you entered, you wanted to surprise them and you were waiting for the right moment to join them, but you didnât expect they would talk about you. Especially about this subjectâŠ
âYou were drunk, both of you,â KĂli resumes. FĂli gets his head off his arms and sighs again âDrunk or not, you donât sleep like that with yourâŠâ. Someone shouts in the pub while he finishes his sentence. âAs if you regret it,â KĂli laughs. âStop that KĂli!â FĂli shouts seriously.
They should change the subject now, right? But, should you really join them after that? Then you hear âThere are things I regret in my life, but this is the worst and youââ. A group of happy dwarves shout a new time their happiness while you freeze. KĂli is looking at you, as surprised as happy to see you. He speaks to his brother while you already start to run away. You don't see FĂli hit the table with his fist even less standing up so suddenly that he spills his beer all over his brother.
You literally run away until you're almost home. In two streets, you will be in the cosy place Thorin gave you under his mountain. Your steps slow down as you realise how stupid you are to think everything could be the same after Ă that. You suspected that FĂli avoided you since you spent a night together, and you have your answer. It's clearly unnecessary to talk more to him. It was a mistake. Period.Â
Maybe it could be different if you could have talked the next morning. If only he wasnât a prince, he wouldnât have early duties every morning. Especially when he was in your bed! Who sends a guard to fetch someone in the bed of his⊠his what anyway? Youâre just his friend. Well, âwasâ now.
When youâre almost arrived at your place, you hear your name shouted from afar. You could recognise this voice everywhere, so you quickly hide in the first street you see. Except that before being a prince, FĂli was a warrior, and you canât escape a warrior that easily⊠Even though you take another way to go home, someone grabs your wrist when you arrive at your front door. Of course, itâs FĂli. And not a happy FĂli. Everyone whoâs walking in the street is looking at you since everyone knows Ereborâs heir.
âListen FĂli. I donât want a drama. Like you said, letâs forget. And if you don't want to see me again, well, I understand,â you say as you try to get back your wrist. âNo. We need to talk. Let's inside,â he simply says as he opens your front door and leads you inside.
After lighting a few candles, you put the last one on the table. You barely turn toward FĂli that he is already in front of you, not leaving you the time to say anything. He clears his voice and you notice how he is nervous. You never see him like that. Not even when he speaks to Ereborâs people officially. âFirst, Iâm sorry I didnât come earlier to talk to you since that night. I had a lot to do but the main reason is I was ashamed.â You repeat the last word he said, unstable to keep your surprise. Yet, he continues, his eyes looking at the candle, âI should never sleep with you. We were drunk.â âYes, we were drunk, but not enough not to know what we were doing,â you say seriously. His eyes turn now to yours, âYes, maybe, but I should court you first.â He runs a hand on his face as if it could help him to breathe better while your heart starts to beat stronger. When his eyes come back to you, your heart stops beating. Were his eyes always so mesmerising?
âWe, Dwarves, always court their One first. I know Men do differently, but I shouldnât touch you like that. But your dress⊠Mahal, you were stunning in this dress that night. I behaved like an idiot⊠Mahal, I really do blame myself,â he pauses for a breath. A murmur escapes your lips, âtheir One?â. Something changes in his eyes. You swear they looked at your lips before coming back to your eyes. âAm I your One?â you eventually ask in a quiet tone. âYes, you are. I have loved you since I saw you. But I also know Menâs mores and I don't expect anything from you,â he declares in a serious, almost sad, tone. âYou love me?â you stupidly ask, still stunned by his words.
A smile appears on FĂliâs face. The first smile since that night. A chuckle escapes his lips as his fingers find your cheek, warming it with the memories of what they have done to you. âAre you just going to keep questioning me?â he laughs, his moustacheâs braid bouncing. You laugh too, the whole tension vanishing. âEven if Iâm of Men, I only sleep with the person I love,â you shyly say. That's all it takes for FĂli to kiss you, this time with all the love he has for you.
Kili
Since you joined Thorinâs company, you have made friends with FĂli and KĂli. The time you enjoy the most is after dinner. They tell stories about their childhood in the Blue Mountains or some anecdotes about everyone while you tell them about your world. Like them, you canât stay quiet for a long time, so most of the time the others shout at you to go somewhere else to talk. Which you do.Â
FĂli is always the first to go to sleep. Thatâs why the others donât make fun of him when you barely can open your eyes in the morning when it's time to leaveâŠ
Talking with them at night has become routine and when you arrive in Rivendell, without having to worry about the next day, you spend your first sleepless nights with them. After some time, FĂli doesnât stay with you late less and less since Thorin seems to need him more and more in the morning.
As the quest goes on, you canât speak with KĂli in the evening. Fatigue, injury, watches, cold, danger, it seems that everything is trying to avoid you to enjoy your evening. Little by little, there comes a time when you canât remember the last time you had a long conversation with KĂli and you miss it terribly. During the day, you make some jokes but itâs not the same.
So, as soon as youâre feeling safe, you canât keep your tongue, you and of course KĂli. The first night at Beorn after Gandalf introduced everyone, you and KĂli spoke all night. So much time to make up! FĂli joined you for the first hour, but he quickly abandoned you.
The next morning, it takes you some time to remember where you are. You hear some voices from afar, but according to the bright sun, it must be late, especially since everyone is already up. Everyone except KĂli still sleeping next to you. Well⊠Behind you. His arm around your waist. His hand on your stomach. His head buried in your hair⊠He is too close, right? You can even feel his breathing in your neck. Should you stay like this? You definitely canât move without waking him up, and you donât want to wake up in this position. Especially with your cheek as red as a tomato.
But⊠Breakfast is calling you. As soon as you try to move his hand, his arm holds you stronger, your back pressed against his hard chest. He eventually grumbles, âDonât move.â You chuckle, âBut they wonât leave us anything to eat.â He laughs too, but doesn't seem to move. You wait, trying to find a good idea to wake him up until he says in a sleepy voice, âI want to wake up like this everydayâŠâ. You stay still a moment before turning to him and joking, âWithout breakfast?â. His answer doesnât wait, âWith you. In my arms. Every morning.â
Oh. Well. You want it too, but it sounds complicated, right? A woman of Men, a Dwarf prince. Plus, youâre poor. Oh and useless as well. You still donât know what youâre doing in this quest.
Tired of waiting for your reaction or your answer, KĂli suddenly sits up, his arms crossed on his chest, his hair in a mess, but above all, his frowning eyebrows. âI was saying that I love you, you know?â he says in an upset tone. âDonât joke with that KĂli,â you sigh, starting to feel hurt with a joke like this so early on a morning that was starting off so well. He already joked about this in the past, flirting with you randomly. He even already kissed you without saying anything afterward. Well, maybe because you almost died and you didnât have the time to talk about this butâŠ
âIâm not joking! I truly love you!â Now heâs not frowning, his eyes look sincere. You want to believe him. âBut you always joke about that,â you grumble in a pouting face. âNot about this. Never. AmrĂąlimĂȘ, I kissed you after we ran from the gobelins because I was so scared of losing you. I couldn't see you and I thought you had stayed behind. When I saw you, I couldn't control myselfâŠâ You stop pouting, hoping he says the truth. âReally?â you ask in a shy tone. âReally,â he confirms, a smile widening on his lips. You can't resist a smile like that. âBecause I love you too, and if you lie, Iâllââ Of course you canât finish your sentence. As soon as KĂli hears your words, he leans over you and kisses you. He begins slowly, barely brushing your lips, but when you kiss him back, his ardour takes over. As one of his hands keeps him from falling on you, the other one begins to touch your hip. Even though you would love to continue, you were thinking of stopping him when the door of your makeship dormitory opens. âIt's nearly midday! Time to get up, night owls!â FĂli exclaims until he sees what his brother is doing. âAlright, pretend I didn't come,â he says as he turns towards the door. âBut I won't be able to hold the others back for long.â He closes the door behind him, leaving you and KĂli laughing like teenagers caught in the act.
BilboÂ
During the quest, you easily became friends with Bilbo. He is a charming person, and you and he have a lot of things in common. Little by little, you understand your feelings for him were more than friendship, but you stayed quiet about it, the quest was too important to think about anything else. After the success of Erebor's quest, Thorin, the new king, offered you and Bilbo to live under the lonely mountain. Bilbo missed too much his home to stay here. Yet, he promised to visit them one day. For you, the choice was harder. The mountain seemed great. You would be glad to help with the rebuilding, but without Bilbo, it wouldn't be the same. So you decide to follow him.Â
It's obviously impossible for you to live in the Shire, so you have settled in the closest Menâs town: Bree. You have found a correct job and people are nicer than you would have thought. For visiting Bilbo, it's 6 days walking from door to door, but you quickly decided to use a horse. (You really miss trains and busesâŠ) So now you live two days' ride, you visit him when you can. Bilbo offered to visit you in Bree, but with his poniesâ allergy, you prefer coming to the Shire.Â
The Shire is beautiful, even more than all Bilbo told you during the quest. He always finds something interesting to show you. Hike, food, drink, festivities, landscape, market, watching the sky with Old Toby,... You enjoy every time you spend with him. At first, Hobbits looked at you strangely, but now, you could say you have drank tea with all of Bilbo's neighbours. Lucky for you, the closest inn of Bag End, the Green Dragon Inn, has one room at Menâs size, which you found weird until Bilbo explained itâs usually Gandalfâs room.
One summer evening, youâre dining in that very inn with Bilbo after a long hike in the east, on an outside table, the wind glowing softly on you. âIâm glad youâre here,â Bilbo says as he finishes his meal. âYou always worked during the summerâs festivities and I always wanted to see you.â âOh, no. Donât tell me it begins tomorrowâŠÂ But Iâm leaving tomorrow!â you sadly sigh. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â âI thought you knew,â Bilbo says as it was obvious. âItâs the same dates every year. And you saw the tent and everything under the Party Tree, didn't you?â âI thought it was over... Wait here, I'll check with Mr Whitfoot if I can stay in the room tomorrow night.â
Unlike usual, Bilbo is unable to read your face when you come back to your conversation with Mr Whitfoot, the innkeeper of the Green Dragon. âThe bad news is I canât have the room, but the good news is because Gandalf reserved it,â you smile bitterly, already regretting not going to the summer festivities with Bilbo.
âYou can stay at Bag End. I have enough room for you,â he said with a little nervousness in his voice. You notice his embarrassment and you donât want to impose yourself at his home. âI don't want to disturb you, Iâll think of it tonight and Iâll answer you tomorrow morning,â you explain with a smile. âYou wonât disturb me at all, but alright, weâll talk tomorrow,â he says, finally smiling again like usual.
Of course, you accept to stay at Bag End. The festivities, Gandalf, sleeping in Bag End, just next door to Bilboâs, waking up together, eating breakfast together, like a married couple. Alright, letâs stop now!
Gandalf is still the same. You spend a part of the night chatting with him and Bilbo, with some other curious young hobbits. At some point, after eating and drinking too much, you both decide to go back to Bag End. The night was very fun â despite Lobelia intervention when she learned you were staying in Bag End. In Bilboâs smial, you still can hear the laughs and the music from the Party Tree. âYouâre sure I can stay here? Your cousin, Lobelia didnât seem happy about it,â you joke as youâre taking off your shoes. âAccording to the latest news, Bag End is still my home,â he grumbles as youâre unable to hide your smile, enjoying his reactions every time you talk about Lobelia. âShe can say whatever she wants, itâs my home!â He could have grumbled a long time if you hadnât burst out laughing. âAlright. I get it,â he sighs before laughing with you. You both are tipsy and you continue to laugh until you reach your room.
âIf you need anything, I'm just in the room next door,â he smiles as you enter the guest bedroom. If you werenât as tired and as tipsy, you would have noticed the room has changed. The room is at your size. Both the ceiling and the furniture. âYou know your home by heart. I could make tea with my eyes closed!â you laugh, not noticing Bilboâs cheek becoming pink at your words. âBut thank you for letting me sleep here. Nights are not cold, but I never say no to a bed when I can have one!â âYouâre welcome. Donât forget to wake up early if you want breakfast,â he says, smirking. You canât count how many times you miss the first breakfast in the Shire.
Do you wake up late? Yes. Of course. The bed is so comfortable, the room is so quiet, the smell is so good⊠with a little touch of bread, tea, jam, egg,... You jump out of the bed and hurry up to the kitchen. Bilbo is smiling, âGood morning.â Has Bilbo been waiting for you? Itâs the first time you have breakfast with him since the quest is over, and something feels different now. The table looks so perfect. How many times have you dream of waking up here like that?Â
âDo you want tea?â he asks as he takes the kettle off the heat. âGood morning,â you murmur as you sit down on a chair at your size. As youâre half-asleep, you donât notice youâre still in nightdress, light for summer nights, but Bilbo did. Oh, he did, and thatâs why he shakes his head as he repeats his question. âYes, absolutely!â you exclaim with a broad smile. âI never saw a table like that for breakfast! So many dishes! Bombur would be jealous of your cooking skills! Iâm glad to be hungry! Everything looks so good! Can I try each plate?â you ask with great enthusiasm, perhaps a little too much. âOh, sorry. Iâm very loud for a morning. Itâs rude and annoyingâŠâ Bilbo sits in front of you with two cups of tea. Despite your behaviour, he looks happy. The morning rays of light gently illuminate his hair and face. You could easily get used to this every morning...
âNot at all. I've had mornings noisier than this,â he smiles as he sips his tea. âAnd yes, you can eat everything you want.â âDonât say that or Iâll really eat everything,â you laugh as you spread jam on your buttered toast. âI don't even have a third of this table in Bree, when I have breakfast. I mean, at home.â You still donât use to live in Bree as your home.
âI can make breakfast like this whenever you want,â he says in a too serious tone for a morning as youâre savouring one of his cheeses. âIâd love to, but I donât think I can stay another night. I have to go back to work,â you say, a little sad not to enjoy another night here, and another breakfast. A long silence makes you feel that something is wrong. Bilbo is too quiet for such a morning. You raise your head from your plate to see him looking at his tea, turning his spoon in his cup endlessly. âIf you stayed here, you could have breakfast whenever you like,â he says quietly. Youâre about to repeat your former answer, but Bilbo doesnât give you the time to do it.
 âI wasnât talking about tomorrow. I mean, yes, Iâd love you to stay tomorrow, but I meant for all the mornings. I mean. Oh Yavanna, Iâm ridiculousâŠâ As he talks, he gets so upset that he gets to his feet and comes to stand in front of you, one fist clenched and the other hand pointing at you with his spoon. He breathes a last time before looking at you, his eyes eventually softening. âIf you want to, I would love you to live in Bag End with me.â
Youâre speechless first. Then, âI canât. I mean, Iâm of Men. No one wants somebody like me here,â you sigh as you look at your feet, feeling your tears welling up. âI want to,â Bilbo says, determined, as he takes your hands. âAnd I'm sure all the hobbits you know won't object. The whole Shire has realised a long time ago how I felt about you and they've all accepted you already.â âYour feelings?â you suddenly ask, your eyes searching for an answer in his eyes before his words. Yet, his eyes frown. âI wouldn't ask you to move to Bag End if I didn't love you. I'd even offer to make you a breakfast every morning, I don't know what more you needâŠâ
At this point, you can't hold back your laughter. Before his upset face, you react quickly. Pulling on his hands, he steps towards you close enough to feel his fringe caress your forehead. âI need a morning kiss, and Iâd stay here forever,â you murmur. His cheeks become redder than ever and his hands become sweaty, but when he decides eventually to kiss you, his lips are softer than you had imagined. Softer and sweeter.
Thorin
Tonight is the first night you spent with Men since Bree. Lack-town is still an unwelcome place for you and the company, but Bard and his family are very nice with you. With Sigridâs help, youâre warm now and you donât smell fish anymore. The children are already sleeping as some of the company. You donât know how to thank Bard since you donât have money like the others, so you offer your help in the house. After helping Sigrid with the dishes, you ask what you could do, and she explains they have some damaged clothes that need stitching and she has no idea how to do it.
So here you are, sitting in the corner of the table, in the light of a candle, mending some clothes. Everyone is busy with their own business when Thorin sits next to you. You first donât notice him, focused on your task. He put a warm tea next to you before speaking. âDo you want to be my Queen?â he says, as serious as ever. No one reacts, pretending to be still busy. âQueen of what?â you chuckle, still focused on your task. âQueen of Erebor,â he answers after making sure that Bard was no longer there to listen in. You donât notice how serious he is, all it takes for him to ask you that here, in front of the others. He is not the type of person who expresses his feelings in front of everyone, so you donât take it seriously. âBut there is no Erebor,â you say, not seeing how troubled he is with your answer. âNot now,â he continues after a long silence in which the crackling of the fire is the loudest sound. âBut Erebor will be with us soon.â
A smile appears on your lips as you finish what you have planned before going to sleep. After you take the tea that Thorin gave you, you turn to him. Now you notice how serious he was, how sad his eyes are despite his calm behaviour. You take a moment to repeat the conversation in your head. He is about to stand up when you exclaim, âWait, wait, wait!â You put your tea on the table, then raise your hands in front you. âYou want me as your Queen? Wait. But you. That what you said? But. Iâm confused,â you heart is beating too fast to say a correct sentence. When Thorin sees that your hands are shaking, he hesitates to take them. âI know Iâm good in organisation and papers, but that shouldnât be a reason to title me as a Queen. Should you choose someone you love? I thought Dwarves only chose to spend their life with their One. Oh, maybe royalty doesnât work like that.â
A laugh echoes in the room. Bofur gets Thorin's blackest look of his life. But for you, his eyes are sparkling and a smile eventually appears on his lips. A genuine smile. âThat's correct. I want my One as my Queen,â he says, his eyes not leaving yours. Now your cheeks are burning and you stop breathing. Do you really properly understand what he is saying?
You try to say something, but your words are blocked in your throat. Staying with your mouth open makes the future king chuckling. At the end of the room, you hear two dwarves sneezing exaggeratedly, âHeiswaitingforananswerâ then âNotinthreedaysâ. FĂli and KĂli earn the same look as Bofur, but you donât see it. As you only realise everyone in the room is looking at you, you suddenly stand up. Understanding you, Thorin stands up too, takes your hand and leads you outside.
As itâs dark and late, no one would see you, but the most preoccupying thing is the cold. Before you say anything, Thorin puts his jacket on your shoulders. âTell me if youâre cold,â he says seriously, but his jacket is so warm that you already forget about the weather. âDo you really mean it? Why do you think Iâm your One?â you shyly ask as you close the too big jacket on yourself, taking advantage to hide your burning cheeks. When you look back to him, youâre surprised to discover a new facet of Thorin. An (cute) embarrassed Thorin is in front of you. âMahal, how should I tell you?â he begins as he runs a hand on his face, stopping on his mouth. âI know you're my One because I love you. And this is why I want you to be my Queen.â He swallows his saliva with difficulty, waiting for an answer from you that doesn't seem to be coming. âBut maybe my feelings for you are not mutual, and if I offend you in any way, I apologise,â he says as his eyes sadden gradually.Â
âNo!â you eventually cry out as you grab his hands, surprisingly warm. You already touch them a few times, but never like that. âItâs mutual. Your feelings. I mean my feelings,â you sigh, trying to compose yourself. âI donât know why youâre telling me this in this Menâs town when weâre almost at Erebor, butââ He cuts you off, âI donât want you to stay here with your kin. I saw how you look at the town and⊠that man.â You frown, firstly because he stopped you while you were talking, secondly because he doesnât trust you. âWhat man?â âThe one who lets us stay in his house,â he grumbles.
âIf you let me talk, Thorin Oakenshield, you would know that I love you too, since the first time I saw you! About Lake-town, I know nobody here. They are not my kin. The company is my family now!â you hurry to say before the conversation takes a bad turn. You truly love him from the start, but you obviously never hoped for anything. âAre you sure Iâm your One?â you ask again, making him eventually smile. He realises one of your hands to run his in your hair. âI've never been so sure of anything,â he tenderly says. As he looks for a place for a braid, you canât remain motionless. A step is enough to access his lips and you take that step. At the beginning, you feel Thorinâs surprise, but it quickly progresses into a sweet, lovely kiss under a snowy night.
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The Right Time
Summary: Elrond is away to rescue Mithrandir on Dol Guldur accompanied by Saruman and Galadriel when you find out youâre expecting.
Pairing: Elrond x Reader
Warning: Pregnancy.
A/N: I never thought I'd write another fanfic after being employed. Thank god that's not the case. Enjoy!
âNo one is to tell him of my condition,â you command them, âDo not worry my husband any further,â
âMy Lady, we strongly advise that you do. You will need protection,â the healer insisted, âWe might be at war,â
âThatâs exactly why you will keep your mouths shut regarding this matter!â you snapped, hormones and insecurity taking over, âHe need not distractions of any kind. He has much to think about, and I cannot burden him with the knowledge at this time,â
Elves donât usually bear children during times of war. Yet, here you were, three moons through of nine.
âMy Lady,â Lindir addressed, one late night in your study, âLord Elrond has accompanied Lady Galadriel to Lothlorien. Theyâd confronted the Dark Lord, Sauron, and sheâs significantly weakened. He is expected to return once Lady Galadriel is settled.â
âThank you, mellon nin,â you softly smile, as he bows, âDo see to your duties then rest,â
âI shall, my Lady, good evening,â
His return came a month from that missive.
Throughout the valley, the horns echoed announcing his arrival and the singular banner of Imladris could be seen from the balcony. However, you couldnât be disturbed by the fanfare.
Your slumber on the bump out by the window is comfortable and long overdue. They noticed your waning appetite and exhaustion. Your courtiers worried and hovered, observing from afar in your wait for his homecoming, reluctant to disrupt your rest.
Your absence at the morning reception didnât go unnoticed.
His grey eyes scanned the crowd in hopes of finding the warmth of your smile after the darkness they fought. Yet, you werenât there. His good friend, Lindir, answered his unspoken question.
âThe Lady of Imladris slumbers in your shared chambers, my Lord,â he stated, eyes twinkling as his Lord turned, âSheâs been lethargic and despondent as of late,â
âIs she ill?â they walk in stride toward the private residence as Lindir answers, âWe didnât ask and she didnât approach the healers. We believe it is simply a case of missing you. This has been the longest youâve been away for centuries.â
In thought, he hums and enters the masterâs bedroom in silence. Your rooms were in disorder, pillows, and sheets rumpled, a testament to how you tossed and turned in vain. His gaze follows the thick duvet where you sleep.
No wonder you werenât at the reception.
There were dark shadows beneath your eyes, and a glow on your pale skin. Yet, once in his arms, your body is heavier than it should be. Did a month away truly make that much of a difference?
In the short walk from the window to the bed, the flutter he heard weeks before has turned to a strong heartbeat nestled beneath yours. The small warm spark of life gently reached out and received a very vibrant response from itsâ father.
âElrond,â you murmured, as he laid you down on the bed and briefly pulled away, slowly coming to, âElrond, donât go,â
âIâll tuck you in,â he whispered, placing a reverent kiss on your forehead, placating you for a moment as he indeed tucked you in and then joined, his arms around you in a tight embrace, âMeleth nin, Henig,â
âYou know,â you turned, as he pressed his ear on your chest, âI suspected but this time I can hear your heartbeats,â
âI find yours comforting then I heard the flutter before I left,â he breathed out, as you asked, âAre you not mad?â
âIs there any reason to be anything but happy?â you didnât answer as he called, âMeleth nin?â
âIt is not the right time to have a child,â you simply answered,
âThere will never be a right time. Do not worry, meleth, we will manage as we always do,â
In the afternoon, Arwen searched for her father who'd skipped lunch and discovered the pleasing sight of her father and step-mother in bed, locked in a tight but affectionate embrace.
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Are Those Tears?
Thorin x Female Reader
Prompt: When Thorin stares death in the face, you both realize your feelings for each other may be a little stronger than friendship.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Some slight blood/gore, mentions of death, Thorin being a softie for once.
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Nothing could have prepared you for this journey. No amount of training would have sufficed. The whole company making it this far virtually intact was a miracle within itself. You had all survived attempt after attempt on your lives. It seemed that the odds of completing this journey were in your favor, having escaped each encounter with mere scrapes and bruises.
But this time you might not be so lucky.
The muscles in your arms and core ache, as you cling desperately to the branch of a fallen tree on the edge of a cliff, your legs dangling hundreds of feet above the ground. You can hear the grunts and bellows of your incapacitated comrades, confirming that they are in the same predicament as you. The snarls and howls of the Wargs add to the cacophony, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You realize that the only thing keeping the large predators and their riders from swooping in and slaughtering you all is the blazing fire surrounding the tree you all cling to. Azog the defiler sits astride a white Warg, pacing back and forth in front of the wall of flames separating them from you. You see Azog and his mutt pause in their pacing, the pale orc's scarred face hardening.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
"Thorin, no!" Balin exclaims quietly. You lift your head as a large boot plants onto the tree trunk next to you. The figure makes his way past, through the flames, towards the pale orc. The long dark hair, peppered with streaks of grey, the broad shoulders, the determined stride. It was unmistakably Thorin.
No.
A sudden wave of desperation crashes over you, making your stomach turn. You just want to reach out and grab him, yank him back. You want to scream, to beg, to yell at him to just turn around. Your breathing becomes ragged, and one quiet word manages to claw its way out of your throat, repeating over and over under your breath, like a prayer waiting to be answered.
"No. No. No. No." Thorin's steps do not falter, his sword glinting in the light of the blazing inferno that lines his path. It feels as though the world is moving in slow motion as Thorin charges the pale orc, armed with his sword and his shield. His Oaken Shield. How life has a funny way of coming full circle. Azog the defiler guides his pale furred Warg in a mighty leap from the boulder he had been perched upon.
The blow dealt to Thorin as the white Warg collides with him in mid-air snaps you back to reality with a rush of dread. The force of the beasts bodyweight stops Thorin in his tracks, sending him crashing to earth. Reality sets in as you hear the rest of the company fighting the pull of gravity, straining to hold on to the strand of life that is this fallen tree.
Azog wheels his pale beast around, charging at Thorin once more, and sending a bone rattling blow of his mace to the dwarf's chest, knocking him back to the ground. A pang hits you directly in your heart, and flows through your bloodstream, some desperate feeling you can't quite place seeping into your very bones. You don't understand the feeling well enough to give it a name. All you know is that it gives you enough strength to muscle yourself up with a strangled cry, huffing and gritting your teeth as you clamber up to the trunk of the tree. You can barely feel the heat that burns the palms of your hands, red and raw from clinging to the rough bark of the tree branch.
The Hobbit, Bilbo, seems to have the same rush of bravery that you do, and you see his small form scramble up to the trunk of the tree, pausing to take one deep breath to right his turbulent mind before charging into the fray, armed with his little elvish knife.
The wretched hound of hell clamps its jaws around Thorin. The sickening sound of Thorin's ribs cracking reaches your ears, making your head swim. You can feel yourself call out his name in agony, but it sounds like someone else's voice is coming from your mouth as you stumble a few steps along the fallen tree. You right yourself in time to see the mutt toss Thorin like a farm dog tosses a snake, his form crashing onto a patch of hard rock on the hillside.
"(Y/N)!" Balin shouts as you start hauling it to where Thorin lays, hot on Bilbo's heels. "No, Lass! It's too dangerous!" No response comes from your lips, your mouth set in a grimace as you have a clear view out to where one of the Defilers minions is preparing to behead Thorin. He lies pinned upon the rocky ground, his breathing ragged, teeth clenched in defiance as he grasps around desperately for his sword.
You quickly overtake Bilbo, and with a muffled grunt you stiffen your shoulders, tackling the Orc with the force of your body weight, bowling it over. You can hear Azog's roar of dissent as you stop the orcs deadly blow mid swing. A sharp pain explodes like a lightning strike in your right shoulder, making you cry out. As you and the orc tumble away from Thorin, the filthy monster rolls atop you with a snarl, pinning you down. You struggle futilely beneath it, flailing like a madman, grasping for something, anything to protect yourself, and finding nothing. The orc raises its armored fist, pulling back to deliver a skull crushing blow.
Suddenly, the orc shrieks, blood spewing from its mouth, spraying you in the face. It falls to the side, revealing a fiery eyed Bilbo, delivering continuous blows with his small, but mighty blade. You gasp for air, viciously wiping your face with the sleeve of your tunic and scrambling away.
You crawl to the barely conscious form of Thorin, not caring about the rocks and twigs scraping your skin through the thin fabric of your clothing. Ignoring the shooting pain in your shoulder, you pull yourself up to your knees, cradling his head in your lap. His half-lidded gaze holds yours for a moment, as if trying to see into your very soul. A thin sheen of sweat coats his face as he murmurs a single word, before slipping into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.
"(Y/N)..." Thorin breathes out softly. If you had not been watching his lips move you would have assumed you imagined it. His eyes flicker shut, his ragged gasps slowing to shallow breaths. Tears well up in your eyes as you brush some of his sweat drenched hair from his regal face.
"Just hold on. Please." You whimper helplessly, gazing down at him. You look up to see the heart wrenching sight of Bilbo all alone, standing his ground as the monsters descend upon you, his hands shaking as he holds his sword at the ready. The hobbit plants his feet, swinging his sword wildly around in an attempt to intimidate the foes before him. Sparks fly from the burning portion of forest that surrounds you, and you feel a deep sadness, wondering if this is truly the end of your adventure.
You take another moment to gaze down at Thorin. You trace his face with your eyes, trying to memorize every feature and contour. Running your thumb over his cheekbone in a way you would have never been brave enough to do before, a sigh escapes your lips. With a shaky breath, you lean down, hesitating for a moment before pressing a feather soft kiss to his forehead, holding back the tears that threaten to spill. Wishing more than anything that you had been brave enough to tell him how you feel, you now vow to not go down a weeping, helpless mess. You hold back your tears, forcing yourself to stare defiantly back at the group of vicious carnivores that approach the three of you.
One of the Wargs snaps its head to the side, sniffing the air. A sudden battle cry makes you start, and you whip your gaze in the direction of the commotion. Your spirit lifts as the unmistakable figures of Fili and Kili come charging in from a gap in the flames, tailed closely by Dwalin. They attack the Wargs and their riders swiftly, slicing and hacking with their weapons. You try to get up to help, but your energy is sapped from wrestling the Orc. You opt to be a close-range protector to Thorin, crouching in front of him, your fingers wrapping around the hilt of his sword that you spotted lying a few feet away.
A vicious noise that you didn't know you were capable of making tears its way through your throat as a Warg stalks toward Thorin with a snarl. You grip the hilt of the sword tighter, your knuckles white as you prepare to fight tooth and nail to protect Thorin. You shift on your feet as you crouch low, poised to spring up and drive the blade straight through the roof of the beasts' mouth and into its brain.
Before you get the chance, a giant flurry of wind and feathers scoops up the Warg, the beast yelping as it is hurled unceremoniously from the cliffside. You scramble back slightly, your mouth falling open as you look to the sky in disbelief and slight fear.
Eagles bigger than you have ever seen circle the cliffs edge, swooping in to snatch and dispose of the Wargs and their riders. Some of the mighty birds use the wind from their wings to fan the flames that burn the forest, singeing a group of mutts. You feel a moment of peace, but it doesn't last long. Your eyes widen slightly, terror etching your face as one of the birds makes a beeline for you.
"Wait. Wait! WAIT!" You shriek, as the giant bird envelops you in its claws. The fur of Thorin's jacket, which you had been holding on to, slips from your grasp as the creature tosses you off the edge of the cliff. You tumble through the air, screaming bloody murder, before landing with a thud on the back of another eagle, knocking the wind out of you slightly. You curse under your breath as you gasp for air, trying to regain your bearings. Your eyes scan around, realizing that every member of the company was either caged safely in the claws of one of the Avians, or sat comfortably atop one.
You hear a rage filled roar in the distance as the eagles whisk you all away. You feel a pit in your stomach, realizing that Azog is still alive, and you know that he will never stop hunting down the line of Durin. Your stomach drops as your worried mind flickers back to Thorin. You try to spot him, your eyes scanning each of the birds. The morning sun makes it nearly impossible, partially blinding you. You tuck your face into the soft feathers you sit upon, tears pricking your eyes as you pray the eagles will land soon.
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Groggily lifting your bruised and battered head, you scan around, realizing the eagles are making their descent. They all circle slowly down, landing atop a rocky spire, where you can see for miles around. Your eagle lands last, and your heart drops as you see Thorin lying still upon the flat ground, the company standing around him. You slide down from the back of the eagle, crumpling slightly as your legs hit the ground. Fili and Kili appear at your side almost instantly, supporting you under your arms as you try to regain your balance. You wince as Kili bumps your shoulder, hissing through your teeth.
"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" Kili asks in concern, releasing your arm slightly.
"Yes, I just... never mind me." You tear your eyes away from Thorin, finding Bilbo a few feet away. You pull away from the brothers, limping over to hug Bilbo. "Thank you." You whisper, pulling back and meeting Bilbo's gaze. He nods, and nothing else needs to be said. Bilbo is smart enough to be able to read the emotion behind your eyes. Your hand rests on his shoulder, and you both smile softly before you turn your gaze back to Thorin.
Gandalf kneels beside Thorin, his hand hovering over his face as he murmurs some spell over his unconscious form. You can feel the tears of desperation welling up in your eyes as you look on helplessly, silently begging whatever God is listening to please, let him live. You can feel yourself shaking as the company waits with bated breath. Then, his eyes finally flutter open, the dwarf drawing a deep breath.
Hot tears fall from your eyes, and you don't bother to stop them. You feel as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. He lives. He clambers to his feet, aided by Dwalin and Kili. He shakes them off, the angry look on his face surprising you all. He locks eyes with you, before flickering his gaze to Bilbo.
"You two." Thorin says in an accusing tone, glaring at the both of you. A confused look crosses your face, the rest of the company looking on.
"What were you doing?" Thorin snaps. "You nearly got yourselves killed!" Your eyes lock onto his, and you don't bother wiping the tears from your face as you stand bewildered.
"Did I not say that you would be a burden?" Thorin hisses, stalking towards you. "That you would not survive in the wild? That you had no place amongst us?" You hold his gaze, teary eyed as he looks between yourself and Bilbo, seemingly berating you. He pauses for a moment, the rest of the company sharing glances in disbelief.
Emotion suddenly takes over Thorin's face. "I have never been so wrong, in all my life." He steps forward, embracing Bilbo, patting him on the back. You could almost laugh at the look of shock on Bilbo's face as he tentatively returns his hug. Thorin pulls back, meeting Bilbos eyes with an apologetic look. "I am sorry I doubted you."
Thorin's eyes turn to you, his face softening as he looks at your tear-stained face. He takes the few steps to close the distance between you. The company becomes rather quiet as he silently approaches, his eyes never leaving your face. He stops in front of you, pausing, and you sniffle slightly, looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Your heart stops as his rough hand rises to your face, gently tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes search yours, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he wipes away a fresh tear.
"Are those tears, AmrĂąlimĂȘ?" Thorin murmurs, making your heart skip a beat. He brings his other hand to your face, wiping away the rest of your tears, even as your eyes well up more. "No more of those." He says quietly, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against yours gently, before pulling back to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He murmurs, his eyes scanning your form. His hand still cupping your jaw gently. You shake your head, your eyes locked on his. Kili speaks up at your lie, knowing you are indeed hurt.
"She hurt her right shoulder." Kili says, before falling silent with an apologetic look. You glare at him, sighing in defeat as Thorin calls over Oin to take a look at your shoulder.
"What about you? You definitely need to be checked out, Thorin." You say sternly as thorin guides you to sit on a rock a few feet away. A small smile graces his face.
"I appreciate your concern. But you come first." He says softly, making you blush profusely. He gives a nod to Oin before stepping away to speak with Gandalf. Fili and Kili make their way over to you, giving each other a knowing look. You narrow your eyes at them before tugging on Kili's sleeve, making him kneel down to your level on the hard ground as Oin examines your shoulder.
"Kili, what does... AmrĂąlimĂȘ mean?" You ask inquisitively, as you know minimal Khuzdul. The brothers share another look, smiling at each other.
"You will find out in time." Kili says cryptically, standing up with a grin after giving you a pat on the back. You give him an exasperated look, cursing as Oin adjusts your shoulder. The brothers turn away with smirks plastering their faces, leaving you to ponder what Thorin could possibly have said.
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Make me your wife
Summary: Y/N and her sister got attacked by giant spiders. Luckily Thranduil and his men were near enough to come to their rescue. What Y/N didnt think would ever happen, would be the elven king falling for her sassy and sarcastic character...
Word count: 6606
Warnings: spider attack in the beginning, sass, smut in the end, Minors DNI, this contains adult content!
This was written on request for: @mitsurisu I hope you like it. Sorry for the long wait, but I had much to do at my work. đ
I was riding through the forest of the Woodland realm with my sister Leonor. We had set of from Rivendell on the request of Legolas. We had met him after he had helped the dwarves to take back their mountain. He was a very nice fellow, flirtatious and easy going, to the point where my sister had poked me and made fun of me for maybe pursuing him as a potential partner. She had been married to her husband for the last 300 years and was still utterly convinced that I would be happy in a marriage as well.
Nothing I said was driving her from that path and I had given up convincing her otherwise, deciding that letting her talk and ignore it would be the best option. She was once again on a rampage on married life, while I rode besides her, letting my thoughts and gaze wander. A crack deeper in the woods made me listen up. I knew that in those woods there were living many giant spiders, so I silenced my sister. She wasnât a fighter like I was and if we were in trouble I needed her to listen to me.
âShut it, Leonor. I think I heard something!â I whispered, but she waved it off. âOh, come on Y/N. You always see and hear danger everywhere.â
âIts my job. I am a soldier after all. Be quiet, there are many spiders in these woods. I need to figure out if we are in danger.â I growled, my hands already gripping my two swords.
âRelax. There is nothing out there. You know how thoroughly Legolas and the guards clear those woods. He has told us on many occasions.â She sighed, not taking the threat seriously.
Another crack made me draw my swords, telling my horse to speed up. Leonor was quick to follow me and we were now thundering through the forest. I really hoped that it was just the forest doing foresty things and not some giant spiders, but my hope was being denied.
With a loud thud, a dark green giant spider dropped right in front of us. Leonor was just quick enough to steer her horse around it, while I was cut of by the spiders body. My horse shrieked, nearly throwing me off, but I was just able to keep me on its back. âRUN!â I yelled at my sister, making myself ready to face the big monster.
âY/N!â She screamed, drawing the attention of the beast to her. It got up high enough for me to ride under his stomach, grabbing the reigns of my sisters horse who seemed frozen in place.
Dragging her behind me, I rushed my horse through the woods, hoping that we would be faster than that spider. Leonor took a while to come out of her frozen state, but when she was able to steer her horse again, I gave her back the reigns, now drawing my bow, turning around on my horse to shoot at the giant spider. But it didnât seem like my arrows really seemed to bother the creature that was chasing us. And to my dismay, I hear the clicking sounds of several more coming through the woods.
They started to catch up to us, our horses slowly but surely loosing speed. And then it happened. We got circled by two smaller spiders dropping in front of us. Our horses freaked again, this time throwing us off their backs and making a run, only to be killed by spiders stomping onto them. Immediately they started to drag them away, probably into their net. I reached for another arrow, realizing, that I had shot every single one of them, without taking down one single spider.
âFuck.â I let out, throwing my bow to the ground and dragging my swords.
âWhat do you mean fuck?â Leonor asked and I just gritted out: âFuck as in we are fucked. I am out of arrows.â
âYou shot all of them?â She asked and I wanted to smack her: âNo, I threw them away. Of course I did!â
âNo need to be so snappy.â She lashed back and I just looked at her with a deadly glare. âOh yes, we are just about to die and I should play happy fun time with you? Forgive me for feeling a little stressed.â
âIts not my fault, that it happened.â Leonore seemed hurt and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. âI never said it was. I am sorry for snapping at you. Its just⊠Ah forget it. Try to stay close to me, without getting in my way. If we are getting separated, I cant protect you and if you are in my way, I will probably hurt you. JustâŠâ I tried to make it understandable for her. ââŠthink of it as a dance.â
âA dance?â She asked and I could hear she was raising her brows. âWhy would I think of this as a dance?â Shrugging my shoulders I swung my sword at the first spider stepping close: âI donât know. You are the minstrel of us. I was just trying to make it logical for you.â
I didnât hear what she answered, because my sword collided with the heavy foot of a spider, drawing an ugly screeching sound from it, as I cut through the hard material. Letting my second sword swing higher, I managed to stab it into the thicker part of the leg. Ripping out my first sword, I swung my body around and through the air, landing on top of the spider. I forced both my swords into its head, managing to down it. Jumping off, I faced the next one, but my fight seemed to have no end, as I saw that the ranks were quickly closed again.
A horn being blown and horses thundering through the woods made me catch a new wave of hope and I started to fight back harder, always making sure to cover my sister from any attacks. I heard yelling and arrows whirring through the air and I realized, that the spiders slowly but surely were thinned out. Facing another one, I was just quick enough to jump aside, as it launched for me. Rolling around, I found myself underneath its big body. Not hesitating a second, I stabbed my blades into its stomach drawing it along, as I ran to get out of there.
A mixture of spider blood, gushy intestines and a sort of dark slime covered me, as I stumbled out beneath the tumbling and falling creature. Catching my breath, I stood there for several seconds, trying to regain some strength and to get rid of the slippery mixture that covered me. When I was able to look back up, the rest of the spiders had either been slain or forced away, leaving us and the elves that came to our rescue behind. âY/N! Leonor!â I heard Legolas yell, turning to look at him.
A sarcastic smile on my lips, I greeted him: âYou seem to lack in your mission to clear the woods, my prince.â He gritted his teeth, hugging Leonor, but refraining to do the same to me: âYou are as friendly as always, Y/N.â I shrugged, shoving my swords back into their sheaths. âWhat can I say. I was raised to be a sunshine.â But when I saw his father approaching us, I stopped talking, bowing to greet the king. âMy king. I apologize for causing trouble in your lands.â
âNo need to apologize. You were right. It seems as if my son isnât particularly thorough with his task. I am the one in need to apologize as this has clearly endangered you and yourâŠâ
âSister, my king.â I helped him out, still looking down on the ground.
ââŠyour sister. Am I correct with the assumption you came to visit my kingdom?â He asked.
âYes, my king. We came to visit your son, prince Legolas. He has invited us.â I answered stiffly, looking at Legolas for help. The blond elf just smiled at me and I dared to look at his father the first time. And what I saw knocked the breath out of my lungs. He was gorgeous to say the least.
Tall, strong, handsome. The similarities to Legolas unmistakable. And his blue eyes. Staring at me as if he was reading directly into my soul. I was totally caught of guard by his appearance, not realizing he was talking to me again: âI am sorry. What did you say, my king?â I barely remembered to address him by his title, but he didnât seem to mind. Smiling at me, he repeated his words: âI was welcoming you to my kingdom. As it seems, something must have caught your attention, my Lady.â
âY/N. Just Y/N, my king. I am no lady. Just a common soldier of Rivendell.â I corrected him, trying my best to hide my breathless voice. Thranduil looked behind me, the smile on his lips widening. âA very good one, as it seems. You took out two spiders on your own.â
âAnd I shot all my arrows without them having any effect.â I reduced his praise, not feeling comfortable with the king saying such high words about me. He clicked his tongue. âAh, arrows barely have any effect on the spiders. Their shells are far to thick for them to penetrate deep enough.â
âI didnât know, my king. The next time I will come prepared.â I said, bowing deeply again.
âThe next time?â He asked with a smirk to his lips and I furrowed my brows: âYes? Did I do something wrong, my king? If I have insulted you in any form, I apologize.â But Thranduil just grinned at me with a knowing look on his lips, before he turned around: âThe next time you visit us, let me know beforehand, so that I can ensure your save journey. A lady like you must not face such beasts under my watch.â
âI can fend for myself!â I yelled after him, this time leaving out his title, as his assumption angered me. He looked over his shoulder, taking in my angry form for a moment, before he answered: âI know. But I would feel better if you were protected by my guards.â Then he turned around, looking at a light brown haired man: âFeren, ensure that Leonor and Lady Y/N have a horse to ride on and have a bath prepared for them.â The man bowed his head slightly. âYes, my Lord.â
***
And thatâs how I had met Thranduil. That was nearly 100 years ago. 87 to be exact. He had started to court me soon after that incident, sending letter over letter to Rivendell, to the point where even Lord Elrond heard of what was happening. In the beginning I didnât think much of it, reading his letters as nothing more as friendly correspondence. Until one day he literally showed up in Rivendell, demanding to speak with Lord Elrond himself.
Later on, I was told, that Thranduil had demanded to know if I was forced to work too much, since I didnât answer every single one of his letters. From then on, our letters turned into a frequent thing, until one day I asked Lord Rivendell to free me from my duties and to allow me to live in Mirkwood. Lord Elrond let me go with a warm and knowing smile, something I didnât exactly know how to read back then.
But soon, Thranduil and my friendship turned into him making advances until I finally gave in to courting him. Thranduil had pulled every string he had, to get me to fall for him. He made sure that I was taken care off, that I had everything I ever wished for to the point where I literally had to fight him on lessening his extensive gifts, but there was nothing I could do to talk sense into that man.
And now here I was, sitting at the big banquet next to him. We had gotten married. Well technically we werenât truly married yet, since for elves the marriage was only completed when the marriage was conceived. And to be honest, I couldnât wait much longer. My friends and family had come to Mirkwood and wished me the very best. Even Lord Elrond had managed to fit in time to spare my marriage a visit, congratulating me.
I looked at my now husband, only to find him staring at me already. âYou are so beautiful, my little starlight.â He whispered, reaching his hand for mine. I squeezed his hand, leaning in to his shoulder. âHow long do we have to keep up this thing, until we can retreat?â I asked, the alcohol in my blood probably pushing me to speak this openly. Thranduil chuckled at my words: âSo desperate already?â I smacked him on the chest. âDonât tell me you arenât.â
âAt least I donât show it so openly.â He teased me, kissing my hand softly. âDance with me, meleth.â
Letting him pull me to my feet, he guided us to the dancefloor, pulling me close to his body and I could feel that he was longing for me the same way I did for him. His head sank down to my level as he whispered: âThis one last dance should appease our guests. I think they already know what is about to happen, but it is much easier to vanish between dancing couples than from the high table.â I smirked at his words, leaning my head onto his chest. âIs that so, my king?â Â I felt him shrug: âAt least I suspect it would make things easier for Feren. He always seems to be so stressed.â
âThatâs because you stress him, herven.â I answered and the way he stiffened at me calling him husband for the first time, made me smile. âHerven.â He repeated. âSay it again. It sounds so beautiful from your lips.â
âWhat? Herven?â I asked, putting a soft moan to my words. Thranduils breathing became rigid, as he clearly had trouble keeping the rhythm of the dance. He took a deep breath, before he simply ended the dance pulling me through the other couples. âYou know what? Fuck it. I am done waiting.â Once we were far enough away from the others to hear or see us, he threw me over his shoulder, causing me to shriek out loud. âThranduil!â
âOh yes. Thatâs even better.â He grinned, carrying me through the halls and back to his chambers. âI am going to make sure that the only things that are leaving your mouth will be my name, my title and those sweet little moans or yours.â
***
Thranduil stopped in front of his door, looking at me with what I believed to be fear in his eyes. âAre you ready?â He asked me and I nodded: âYes.â Taking his hand, I followed him inside. As soon as the door fell shut behind us, he pressed me against a wall, a sly smirk on his lips. âYou have no idea, how much I waited to do this.â I didnât react to his tease, just pulling him in by his collar, desperate to kiss him. His hands wandered to my waist, gripping the fabric of my dress.
I held onto him, still letting his hands wander over my body. âAre you sure, you want to do this?â He asked, his breath fanning down my neck, before he bit down on my sweet spot. Moaning at the sensation that rushed through my body, I tried my best to keep the conversation going: âYes, I am. I havenât been so sure about anything in my life, ever.â
âGood. Because I doubt, I would be able to endure the wait any longer.â His husked voice sent shivers down my spine and I had to hold on to his shoulders, to not faint. âYou know what this perfume does to me, darling? The whole evening, I could not focus on anything else than you sweet smell. Do you even know, how hard I was all evening?â He picked me up, pressing me against the wall, looking at me with an angry hunger in his eyes. âI should not be commanded by a woman like that, especially not one that does it so easily like you do. It is endangering my reputation.â
âI think your reputation as the King is hardly attacked with you desiring your wife.â Trying my best to fight back against his administrations, I rolled back my head when his free hand opened the lacing of my dress, desperate to feel more of him. âWhat reputation, darling? Go on. Make your point.â
âThe⊠fuckâŠâ I cursed, earning a chuckle: âThatâs very unladylike, darling. I should knock that word out of your brain.â
âYou wouldnât dare to do that. You love my dirty mouth.â I sassed back. He hummed at my words, just holding me tight to his body. âI do. And I want to make sure you are taken care off.â His words made me open my eyes again, leaning back to look at him.
He let me down slowly, still trying to hide his face from me, but I held his head, looking at him, when he let go of me: âNo, please tell me. What are you afraid of?â I asked, stepping closer to him, but he just dodged backwards. Tilting my head, I followed him into the living area, effectively backing him into the sofa. When he sat down on it, I straddled his lap. âAre you afraid to be close to me?â
âNoâŠâ He breathed heavily. âYes⊠I donât know. I⊠I want to be close to you, but I donât want you to feel forced. You know how it is⊠Wifely duties and all and I donât want to pressure you into anything, but at the same time I want to feel you, hold you, smell you, taste you. Everything. I am in no place to expect anything from you, so I refrain from giving in to those thoughts too much, because I donât want to make it too obvious to you, that my needs are currently overruling my consciousness. And now that I am close and⊠and alone with you, I realize that its much harder than I have thought it would be... I want this to be special to you. I want to be the loving husband you deserve, to let you know that you are my most priced treasure⊠That I would do anything for you.â
I just looked at him: âAre you⊠are you rambling? The elven king and man of precise language is rambling and stuttering?â
âYes.â Was all he said. âAnd you currently sitting on my lap, dressed like that, doesnât help my case either.â
âWhat's stopping you?â Letting my voice drop lower, I leaned forward, rolling my hips shamelessly over his lap. He groaned out, gripping my tighter. âY/N⊠You donât have to do this. I can live with it, if you arenât ready.â
âDo I look forced, meleth?â I whispered close to his ear, nibbling on it. âShow me what it feels like. Please, meleth. Touch me. Please⊠be my husband.â
Thranduil let his head fall back, his eyes were closed, as he was definitely on his last straw of mindfulness. âHow much do I need to push you, until you give in?â I giggled at his neck, making my way up to his chin and then hovering over his lips. âWould it help, if I lose my wedding dress?â
âYou sound like a prostituteâŠâ He gritted out and I just grinned wider. âAnd? Is it working?â
âYes. And I donât know if I like that thought.â
âWhich thought? Me as a prostitute, or that I am succeeding to win you over that easily?â I kept on teasing him. Leaning back, I opened up the strings of my dress, pulling it over my head.
He balled his fists at my waist, his eyes forcefully trained on my face. âBoth. But I would never let you become a prostitute.â
âScared to share me?â Still keeping up my teasing way, I just sat on top of him, waiting for him to react. âNo.â He gritted out.
âWhat's it then? Afraid another man might do me better?â Wetting my fingers with my tongue, I let them slide between my legs, stabilizing myself with my free hand on his knee. And when my fingers found my clit, I hummed in pleasure, still watching his face intently. Not reacting to my administrations, he spoke in a very forced tone: âYou are my wife. There is no other man. Ever.â
âHmmm. I like that, meleth.â I sighed, feeling how I grew wetter, so I dipped one finger inside my core, only to then put it to my mouth to lick it clean. âI like it, when you get possessive and confrontive towards other men. The difference of how you treat them and how you treat me, makes me feel special.â
âDoes it now?â He sassed and I sighed internally. I finally had him broken out of his restrictive shell. I had my husband back: âAlways has.â
âYou really want to do this?â He inquired further and I nodded. âYes. Please. I think I am ready.â Taking one last breath, he gripped my thighs. âHold on.â Without giving me much time to react, he got up, walking towards the bedroom. âIf you want me to do this, I am going to do this properly.â
âI know. Everything else wouldnât be like you.â I grinned, hiding my face in his neck. He sat me down slowly on the edge of the bed. Then he stepped back, taking off his clothes one piece after the other: âIf you are already naked, I shall be too. I donât want to make you feel insecure.â His words made me blush and I stuttered out a quiet âThank you.â Â
Thranduil came back to me sinking further to his knees. When he was eyelevel with my stomach, he softly kissed it, then down my thigh until he reached my knee. âLean back and relax.â His voice was rough, his warm breath sending goosebumps over my inner thigh.
âI want to watch you. I need to see you.â I whispered, stroking through his hair. His jaw clenched at my words, but he didnât say anything, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. âIf you wish so.â His fingers ghosted over my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. âI will take my time today. I want to take care of you as good as I can.â He whispered roughly, kissing the insides of my thighs up to my core. I was too mesmerized with his softness, his blue eyes burning with love and passion, that I was incapable of answering him.
Then I felt his first finger touch my core and I stiffened up, digging my nails in his shoulders. He immediately stopped, looking up at me, waiting for me to relax. We stared into each others eyes, Thranduil kissing and nibbling on my thighs. âYou are safe, meleth. Relax. There is nothing you have to fear.â Taking a deep breath, I focused on his eyes, relaxing as much as I could. And when he felt me giving up my barrier, he kept on pushing his finger inside of me. âSee? You are doing great.â
I closed my eyes, the faint sound of his name on my lips and I could feel the familiar feeling starting to grow between my legs. Carefully he added another finger, scissoring them apart, creating a steady rhythm. âLet go, love. You are doing so good. Taking my fingers so well.â He praised me, his voice low and soft like silk. I could feel my blood rush to my face, painting it a light pink shade, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, that I nearly missed his sweet little murmurs. His mouth wandered all over my thighs, my stomach, and hip bones, until he hovered over my core. âMay I?â
âYesâŠâ I breathed out, moaning, when I felt his lips kiss my sensitive spot. Instinctively I spread my legs further, letting myself fall back onto the bed, one hand still clasping his free arm. âThranduilâŠâ I moaned, unable to focus on anything else than the man between my legs, lulled in by his sweet touches and soft little praises. âPlease donât stop.â I cried out, not really caring, that it was still the early evening, our windows hanging open, still a hurried humming coming from the big ball room.
âNever.â Was all he answered, slowly finger fucking me. It was ridiculous, how fast he was able to find the sweet spot deep inside of me. I heaved myself onto my elbows, wanting to see him, rather than just feeling him. And the expression that he had on his faze was breathtaking. Full of confidence and arrogance, a slight smirk forming on his lips, when he realized I was watching him again. âYou taste so fucking good.â He groaned, raising his head to properly look at me. The shamelessness of him made me gasp out in embarrassment. His face was covered in my slick, eyes wild and hungry.
His gaze flickered between soft love and hungry possession as he was clearly fighting his urges to claim me. And I was absolutely turned on by it.
Thranduils smile grew wicked, when he saw how much I was affected by him. Wiping my slick of his chin, he licked his fingers clean, making a show out of it, simultaneously not stopping his fingers working my core. âYou like that do you?â I wasnât able to answer, just staring him in the eyes. âAnswer me, my love, or I will stop.â He teased, some of his usual possessive self breaking through.
âYes.â I pressed out, his name quickly following, when he curled his fingers perfectly against my sweet spot. Dipping down again, his fingers and tongue kept pushing me further down the road of my orgasm. The knot in my lower stomach starting to grow tighter, my legs wrapping around his shoulders, to keep him in place. I could feel my walls starting to flutter around his digits, another sign that I was close. The strength left my upper body and I fell back onto the bed, pulling his free arm close to my chest, nails digging into his skin. My eyes rolled back into my head as his name rang through the room, when my orgasm suddenly washed over me.
I felt him carefully pull out his fingers, his hands gently covering my cunt, as I just dwelled in the feeling. Tears started to form in my eyes and I tugged on his arm. âMelethâŠâ I mewled, desperate to feel him. He reacted instantly, getting up from his position climbing onto the bed and pulling me higher into the pillows. I turned around, crawling to the headboard falling to my stomach. âFeel you!â I pressed out, hugging a pillow tight to my chest.
Seconds later, I could feel his warm body hovering over me. I reached out for his hand that was holding his weight, clamping my fingers around his wrists. Sinking down on his elbows, he pressed me down, taking my hands in his bigger ones. The new intimate position making me feel hot and safe at the same time. His strong chest forced me down, chest hair tickling on my back, his thighs caging me in, as he buried me underneath him. âThranduilâŠâ I whimpered desperately, bucking my ass against his crotch.
He growled into my ear, his lips smothering me roughly, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. âPlease⊠I need you⊠MelethâŠâ I tried again, pressing up against his body, only to be met with him pressing me down further. âBy Valar, please⊠I cant bare it anymoreâŠâ Begging for more, I cried out for him the tension in my body so high, that I was sure I would snap any moment.
His hands were roaming over my body, when he suddenly grabbed my arm, twisting me around. I shrieked and he instantly pulled back, skidding back to the edge of the bed, hands raised. âI am sorry, darling. I let myself go. Forgive me.â
âIts alright, Meleth. I trust you. I just didnât expect this.â I smiled at him, reaching out for him. âCome back. Please.â
âWhat if I hurt you?â He stayed at the end of the bed.
âYou wont hurt me.â
âYou donât know that!â He nearly yelled; the stress clear in his eyes. I gulped hard, seeing him irritated like that send a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I forced the unwanted thoughts out of my head.
âI know that you would never willingly do something that would harm me in any way. And that is all you can do. I trust you with all my life and I want this, meleth. I need this. Please. What can I do to make you believe me? To help you to trust yourself with me?â
âPromise to tell me, when its too much, or when I hurt you.â He rasped, slowly coming back to me, leaning his face into my hand.
âI promise.â
âThank you.â He whispered, kissing my palm, before he sat back on his ankles, opening his breeches and I couldnât help but stare at him.
His cock sprung free, hard, and tinted in a light pink shade, a drop of precum already crowning on his tip. âFuck yesâŠâ I breathed, staring at his manhood, not realizing, that he moved again, ridding himself from his breeches, crawling towards me again. He forced me to lay back down on my back and I just wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against my core. That caused him to grind his hips against mine, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I just clung to his body, squirming against his touch. âSo needy.â He mused, kissing his way down to my breasts, taking one nipple between his lips.
Him sucking so delicately on my nipple, let me jolt in pleasure. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, twitching in anticipation. Supporting all his weight on one hand, he looked at me one last time, waiting for me to give him my consent. Nodding I bit my lip, bracing myself for what was about to come. He guided his hard member into me, very carefully easing his way in. I was still incredible wet from my previous orgasm, but I wasnât prepared to take him, my body tensing up at the intrusion, making him stop mid movement. âAre you alright, darling? We donât have toâŠâ But I shook my head. âGo on. I want this.âÂ
Once he bottomed out, he stayed sheathed like that, distracting any thought I had with kissing me, until my head spun. It didnât take long for me to grow accustomed to him, my hips starting to roll against him. I held onto his shoulders, looking him deep into the eyes. âI love you.â Thranduil nearly crumbled at my words, closing his eyes and groaning lowly. âFuck me⊠Thatâs the hottest âI love youâ, you have ever said.â Giggling I blushed. âI doubt that.â
âNot that it isnât incredible to hear you say it in any other situation, but this⊠this just hits different. You trusting me like this... This memory will forever be my heaven.â
âYou old romantic.â I groaned, but my smile betrayed me, him bending down for a kiss. âAlways for you.â
Slowly he started to move, setting a slow and steady pace, fully set on pleasuring me as much and long as he could. My walls started to accommodate him more, relaxing around him. I hummed at the sweet feeling that started to spread through my body, my head sinking deeper into the pillows. âYesâŠâ I sighed, closing my eyes, just holding onto his upper arms.
âI love you, darling. Just relax and enjoy.â His words were water on a hot stone, instantly fogging up my mind, a light veil covering us.
He bent down to my neck, kissing it, nibbling onto my shoulder and a short worry of being marked up by him shot through me, but when he managed to hit my sweet spot, that worry got kicked out of my mind again. âThranduil!â I yelped, digging my nails into his arms even more. âDo it again.â He growled against my skin, his teeth nipping on the sweet spot right under my ear. âLet me hear how much this pleasures you.â I complied to his demand, babbling before I even managed to filter anything that left my mouth: âPlease⊠Give me more⊠I need more. Make me your wife, please⊠This feels so good. You feel so good. Claim me, please⊠meleth.â
âGod, Y/N.â He moaned. âYou are going to be the death of meâŠâ The way he was so affected by it, only fed the tingly feeling in my body, spreading it to my limps. The tension in my lower stomach now growing bigger with every second, causing me to produce a guttural moan. I clasped my hand in front of my mouth, my gaze wandering towards the open balcony door, but Thranduil didnât seem to mind one bit. Quite the opposite. He let out a growl, taking my hand away again. âLet them hear. Let the whole kingdom know, that you are my wife.â
Shifting his weight, he leaned back on his ankles, raising my hips, while fucking me deeper into the mattress. The new position caused him to hit a particular deep spot inside of me, pushing all the air out of me in a loud cry of his name.
âSay it again, little one. Let everyone know who you belong to.â He darkly smiled at me, his thrust not faltering one second. âSo beautiful. So perfect for me. Taking my cock so well.â Praising me, he didnât let go of my eyes. âKeep your eyes on me, bereth. I want to see you, when you come.â
I couldnât help but stare at him, mesmerized by him, not able to resist the drawl he put into calling me his wife. His wife. That title alone did things to my mind, I wasnât prepared for. The knot in my stomach was about to pop, threatening to pull me under. And by the way he was grinning, he knew. Knew from the way I shivered, the way my walls fluttered around his length. âGo on, my starlight. Let go for me. I wanna see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head. Wanna feel how you twitch around me and make a mess on my cock.â He spurred me on. And on cue I came.
Hard.
My back arched from the bed, eyes rolling back inside my head. I shivered in his hands in pure bliss of my orgasm, his name ringing through the room loud enough, that I was sure even the soldiers standing guard on the southern entrance were able to hear me. This orgasm was hard and fast, crushing into me like a rogue wave. Thranduil still kept his pace, thrusting into me, roughly praising me: âThatâs it, darling. Ride it out. You are doing so good. Looking so fucking beautiful.â And I could feel my cum leak on his lap, drawing lush sounds from my core.
âMeleth!â I cried out, now completely kicked out of reality.â Crying out in desperation I reached out for him. Thranduil gave into my pleading, leaning forward again, pressing me down with his full body, effectively caging me in between his hot chest and soft mattress. âYesâŠâ I mewled, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling him thrust much deeper into me. I was again babbling absolutely unfiltered: âDonât stop, meleth. Makes me feel safe. So good. Thank you.â
âOf course, darling. Everything for you.â His voice sounded strained and I realized that he was close as well. âIts okey. You can let go.â I tried to get the words out straight, but another moan rippled through me, him groaning, desperately gripping a pillow. âNo. I am not finished with you. I want you to come with me.â The pure determination and love in his words, striking me deeply, so that I couldnât help but, whimper again. I earned a soft bite on my shoulder, followed by more praises: âFuck yes⊠I love it when you do that. Taking me so well, moaning for me in such beautiful tones.â
Sneaking a hand between us, he pressed two fingers on my clit, sloppily rubbing circles over it. I clenched around his cock as an answer, goosebumps spreading over my skin, as he forced the fire to burn up in my body once again. A shiver ran down my spine, my walls fluttering around his cock, my legs wrapping around him even tighter. It spurred him on to fuck me even harder, his fingers moving faster, the sloppy kisses on my neck now closer to love bites than anything else. I started to shake uncontrollably, my body overwhelmed by the desire and stimulation that he had and still was administrating.
âI got you.â He rasped out and it was all I needed to hear. I came again, succumbing to a shivering mess underneath him, clamping down on his cock. âFuck, Y/N.â He groaned and I could feel him twitch inside of me. The feeling of his hot seed shooting up my core made me whimper desperately and I couldnât help myself but to think about what it would feel like to carry his child. Slowing down his pace, he rode out our orgasms, smothering every bit of skin with wet kisses. He was breathing hard, trying his best to catch his stance again.
Pressing me close to himself, he rolled onto his back and I was now lying on top of him. âYou did so good, meleth nin. Took me so well. I promise I will always love and protect you. You are everything to me, the only thing I would give away everything I own for without batting an eye.â Listening to his sweet ramblings, I let the tears roll from my cheeks, cherishing his love and the sweet intimate moment between us.
To my dismay, it was interrupted far too quickly, when I felt the mixture of my slick and his seed trickling out of me. Wriggling in his arms, I tried to find a comfortable spot, but the stickiness just got worse. He was quick to realize what was the problem. Pressing a kiss to my head, he rolled around again, getting up from the bed. âStay there. I will get something to get you cleaned up.â
I just watched him scramble through the room and come back with a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He looked so incredible hot like this. His hair messy and disheveled. Eyes still glowing with desire. And when he saw his cum seeping out of me, I believed to see his gaze grow even darker. I sighed loudly, catching his look with mine: âHow was I ever able to deny me such pleasuresâŠ?â He laughed at my words, slowly sinking to the bed and cleaning me up with soft little touches. âFrom now on you will never have to. Whenever you need me, feel free to come and get me.â
âEven when you are in a meeting?â I asked and he smirked at me: âEspecially then.â
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Hey so we talked before about hair braiding being intimate to elves. Can we have headcanons of reader just coming up behind them and starts braiding it casually and Legolas and Thranduil reacting to it? I feel theyâd be like âwow sheâs so forward (ăïżŁÏïżŁăăâ đ€Ł
Thranduil
Of course he knows that this human isn't aware of elvish culture and the significance of braiding.
That doesn't stop him from being a bit surprised, then smug about it.
He would use it as a way to subtly claim his human. Making sure the other elves see them braiding his hair.
He might tell them about what braiding means for elves, but that won't be until he has them firmly in his grasp.
Legolas
Despite what his culture says about braiding, he loves having his hair played with.
He thinks it's cute that this human doesn't know, but is also glad for it. Legolas loves physical affection and he doesn't get much of it from his kind.
Will definitely show the braids off to other elves, boasting about his human's skill.
They will probably find out about what braids mean, but until then Legolas plans to soak up as much attention as he can.
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I always see posts about elves having sensitive ears. BUT WHAT ABOUT DWARVES??? their ears are big as FUCK and you're gonna tell me they're normal? no thank you
Anyways here are my Kili headcanons
Race wise, you are literally anything but a dwarf (bc its more fun that way)
It all begins when you are simply trying to help him out
You saw a long strand of hair in his face and did the sweet thing of putting it behind his ear
What you didnât expect was to hear his breath hitch with you doing so
He looked up at you with a bewildered look before smirkingÂ
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âDo you really not know?â His smile grew of course
âKnow what?âÂ
He got closer and whispered âhow sensitive dwarf ears areâ
âOh.â
âYeah.â
Like anyone EVER you wanted to play with this knowledge
A while later you came back up to him
He was practicing his shooting so you snuck up behind him
You pulled all the hair that had fallen in-front of his ear, behind them
You let the tips of your fingers graze the top of his ear
His breath unsettled again and he shut his eyes
The arrow shot out of his hand and far off from his target on the wall
âWhat are you doing to me amrĂąlimĂȘâ
He threw the quiver off his shoulder and his bow down
He turned to you and placed his hands on your waist
âAre they really that sensitive?â
âYou have no idea.â
He pressed his lips to yours passionately
You smiled into the kiss and reached back up
You cupped his head
Your fingers found the shell of his ears again
This time he freely moaned into your mouth
WHY DIDNâT HE SAY SOMETHING SOONER
ok lol this is all I have
just a thought yk
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CozyTober Day 2: Wrapped in a Fuzzy Blanket
Fili x Hobbit!reader
wc: 0.8k
warnings: none
a/n: this is written in 3rd person which I haven't really done in my fics before. I really like how it turned out though, maybe not for an all the time kinda thing but I think it works really well here
Dwarves are sturdy. There is no doubt about that, they can go days without eating (though they will complain the whole time) they can fight long battles without getting tired and they can weather the cold with little struggle.Â
Hobbits are not sturdy, they are a gentle folk who enjoy the comforts of home and hearth and there is nothing wrong with that. It just means that on nights like these, where fifteen people crowd around one fire, they can get cold.
Fili hears her teeth chattering from across the camp, he notices the shake of her hands and the soft almost unconscious way her eyelids flutter against her ever reddening cheeks. He would find it deeply endearing if he werenât so worried that she would freeze.Â
He swiftly cast a glance over to Bilbo, to see if the gentleman Hobbit was just as affected by the night chill as she was. A quick look told Fee that Bilbo was not cold, at least not noticeably. Although that could have something to do with the large fur coat draped around his shoulders. One with a royal blue lining that Fili recognized but would not dare to mention. At least not in his Uncle's presence.Â
Fili scans the camp in search of something, eyes landing on his own pack. Within it holds a handmade blanket his Amad had made him when he had told her he would be setting off on the journey.Â
âThe mountains get cold Fili, even for Durinâs folk.â She had chastised him when he had tried to tell her that he wouldn't need it, that such frivolities would only weigh his pack down.
He makes a mental note to apologize the next time he sees her, she was right, he would need it. Just looking at the shivering lass was making his own bones feel cold. Without a word he grasps the soft cloth and tugs it out from his pack, it still smells faintly of home. An old comfort that he cherished more than the warmth the garment could provide.Â
He tries to be disappointed that the smell will be replaced by hers but deep down, he canât even convince himself. It would be a gift from Mahal for her sweetness to seep into the fabric, for her scent to coat the inside of his pack. He represses a shiver of his own just thinking about it.
Standing swiftly he makes his way over to the lass, she doesnât make a move to acknowledge his presence, just stares steadily into the burning flames as if the warmth would invade her through sight alone.Â
He wishes, with all he is that he could know what she was thinking. Just once he would like a glimpse into the beautiful creation that is her mind. Are her thoughts consumed with the songs he so often finds her humming under her breath? Does she tell herself stories of the world around her, like the ones she weaves for Ori when he pleads with her? Or does she think of someone in particular, of a love she holds dear? Perhaps it is a Hobbit from back home, perhaps someone else? What he wouldnât give for just a single moment in her mind.
He settles for taking care of her body instead, fluffing the blanket in the air and watching it float down on top of her shoulders. He wraps it around her and catches her gaze when she snaps her eyes towards his.Â
âThank you, Fee,â Her voice is soft, just like the rest of her. It floats gently on the wind into his mind, carving out a space in his memory. Not before long that is all his memory will be; brief moments of her. He canât bring himself to care.
He says nothing to her, just smiles and nods and hopes that she understands. Understands that a blanket is nothing; that he would do so much more if only she asked. He would capture the sun in a bottle if it would keep her warm.Â
He catches the moment she brings the blanket to her nose, inhaling deeply. He watches with deep satisfaction as her shoulders loosen. The tension she had been holding all day melts from her bones.Â
Fili wonders not for the first time why she decided to come along with this rowdy group of dwarves in the first place. The reason she consistently gave was that she needed to watch out for her dear friend Bilbo, that she simply would not let him adventure without her. But Fili thought that it might have a little more to do with that look of longing he sometimes caught in her eye. With the fire that he sees raging within her soul.Â
Fili really would give anything for just a moment in her head.
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Missed Hints
King Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, light angst, humor, pregnancy, suggestive themes, fade to black, established relationship
Word Count: 1.8k
With the pregnancy confirmed, you decide to drop little hints until Thorin makes the connections.
A/N: for @protosslady
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âYouâre pregnant, your majesty.â
Those two little words are enough to make time freeze. You are cold, a bit hesitant, and completely unbelieving of what youâre hearing.
âAre you sure?â you ask slowly, needing to know if youâve heard her correctly.
The midwife, Lena, smiles broadly. âAs sure as the sun rises in the morning. Iâve been doing this for close to thirty summers now. Rarely am I ever wrong.â
Lenaâs assistant, Petal, matches Lenaâs smile with one of her own. It is radiant and sunny, a stark difference from your sudden anxiousness. âThis is wonderful news,â she exclaims. âKing Thorin will be so pleased.â
âIndeed,â agrees Lena. âAnd so will the people when itâs formally announced.â
Both women sigh at the same time, but you are not nearly as excited as they are.
You and Thorin did try for a child many times in the beginning of your marriage. It was enthusiasticâand constantâbut nothing ever came of it. While it bothered you, Thorin never seemed to care. He told you that all he wanted was you and that anything else was a bonus.
That is still true. Thorin loves you.
But Thorin is being pulled in a different direction. Erebor needs attention, and Thorin throws himself into service attempting to tackle every obstacle and difficulty on his own. Most nights, he comes to bed lateâusually when youâre already asleep. When you wake, he is usually gone, off to take care of his abundant duties. They are piling up, becoming a burden. Thorin does too much, and while you admire him for his dedication, you miss him.
To know that youâre pregnant is a surprise. Itâs not that you and Thorin havenât been intimate, itâs just that it hasnât been nearly as frequent as in the past. While Thorin is gone, you have your own duties and responsibilities. When the two of you do have quiet time together, intimacy is brief but passionate and almost always followed by the two of you falling asleep in each otherâs arms.
âHow far along?â you ask, trying to place exactly when it might have taken.
When your cycle never came, you didnât think much of it. That happens sometimes. But then didnât occur during the next expected timeframe. With its absence came irritability and random bouts of sudden crying you couldnât explain. Certain foods smelt odd, and while you werenât emptying the contents of your stomach, constant nausea made it difficult to complete daily tasks. You knew then that something was different. And now the midwife has confirmed it.
But even with an answer, youâre not sure how you feel.
âIâd place you at about ten weeks. Perhaps eleven,â answers Lena with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
âThat far?â you squeak, wincing immediately with how upset you sound.
Lena and Petalâs smiles start to diminish. Their enthusiasm melts away, replaced with furrowed brows and soft lines of concern.
âIs everything all right? You look a bit faint?â Lena places her hand on your shoulder.
âYes,â you reply, though it sounds like youâre gasping for air. âSurprised is all.â
Their smiles return but itâs subdued.
This is supposed to be a happy occasion. A child means an heir, and it also gives the people hope for the future. Much of Erebor is still in pieces from Smaugâs habitation. That doesnât even begin to include all the damage and death from the battle. Dale, which was once abandoned and forgotten, is starting to see life again as well. The races of Men are returning to it, hoping to rekindle its long-extinguished flame.
A royal child is a symbol of hope. Itâs a moment of celebration for everyone.
âI think a bit of rest for the remainder of the day will do you some good,â says Lena softly. âWe will prepare some ointments that you can use to relieve any aches or pains. Bloating is likely, and as the body makes room for the little one, youâll have some discomfort.â Lena taps her bottom lip and then turns to Petal. âWeâll need to prepare some liquid supplements to take with meals.â
âOf course,â nods Petal. She begins packing up their supplies.
Lena squeezes your shoulder before letting go. âIâll come check on you in a few days. Bring a few things with me. Weâll talk more then, preferably with the father present.â
âYes,â you reply, absently rubbing your belly. âThat would be best.â
The two women bow and depart quickly, leaving you alone in the royal bedchambers. The room is quiet and your breathing sounds too loud in such a large space. With hands clasped, you twist them over and over again in agitation, needing to move but unsure of how to quell the anxiousness. Itâs stubborn like the deep roots of a tree that refuse to give up the dirt.
How are you to tell Thorin? How do you approach this when you rarely see him. Itâs just one more thing to burden him with. Perhaps, if you dropped a few hints? Covertly toss the pregnancy in his direction and see if he picks it up?
You know deep in your gut that you shouldnât worry over this. Thorin will be happy. He will be.
You spend the rest of the day as Lena instructs. Reclining, resting, and reading. Thorin is supposed to return tonight for evening meal. Whenever he promises an early arrival, Thorin means it. Rarely does he make promises he cannot keep.
As dinner is brought in, and the table is set, Thorin walks through the door. There is a bit of soot on his cheek like heâs been in the mines, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. When he notices you, he beams, and there is so much love there that you simply want to melt into a puddle on the floor.
âMy love,â he says, moving toward you swiftly. The embrace nearly sweeps you off your feet. He plants a kiss on your forehead and draws back.
âYouâre filthy,â you laugh, looking him over. Thorin has been in the mines.
Thorin shrugs sheepishly. âI had to help dig. Structural issues.â
âWash your hands at least,â you playfully tease.
âNot interested in eating a bit of dirt?â he asks with a laugh.
âGo,â you giggle, pushing away from him.
Thorin disappears and you take a seat at the table. He reappears a few minutes later, face and hands clean. The clothes he wore before are also gone, replaced with simple, fresh attire. He takes a seat next to you, gaze darting over the spread.
âIâm starving,â you begin because itâs true even though youâve been consistently snacking all day. âItâs like Iâm eating for two.â
First hint dropped.
Thorin laughs, and the sound is sweet like honey cake. âI promise, love. You couldnât eat for me. My appetite is insatiable.â When Thorin says insatiable, he pointedly glances at you with a heated stare.
You perfectly understand his meaning.
You attempt a different angle. âIâve also been having the oddest cravings,â you say, starting to load your plate.
âWhat do you mean?â asks Thorin before he pops a chunk of bread into his mouth.
âDifferent foods. Things Iâd never eat together otherwise.â It is common knowledge that pregnant women will often crave highly specific foods and food combinations.
But Thorin doesnât appear to pick up on the hint. He frowns, then shrugs, continuing to eat without making a comment.
Sighing, you pick up one the freshly made rolls. âI think these buns need a bit more time in the oven.â You stare hard at Thorin, mentally sending message after message. âWhat do you think?â
Thorin glances up at you then down at his own plate that has five of them. âI think theyâre perfect but if youâd like them more done, Iâll let the kitchen know in the morning.â
âThorin,â you say flatly.
âYes, my love?â His head slightly tilts, and his gaze becomes pointed. Heâs starting to pick up on your agitation. You donât mean to be cross, but you were hoping that heâd figure it out so you wouldnât have to tell him outright.
Setting the roll down on your plate, you promptly divert the conversation to a different hint. âWeâve never talked about where weâd put the nursery.â
Thorinâs brow rises toward his hairline. âI didnât think you wanted to discuss that until we crossed that hurdle?â
Does he hear himself? Does he understand the context of whatâs coming out of his mouth?
âYouâre right, Thorin. I didnât want to discuss it until we needed to.â You repeat his words back to him, slightly leaning toward him as you speak to emphasize the point.
Still, it brushes right over his head.
âSome of the advisory council members have brought up financial concerns. Rebuilding Erebor is important but the needs of the people are pressing. Food. Proper housing.â Thorin begins slicing into the chunk of roast on his plate.
Maybe you are going to have to say it outright.
Licking your lips, you ignore Thorinâs change in conversation. âI did receive a few inquiries about baby clothes. Offers to knit a few items,â you shrug.
âThatâs kind of them,â says Thorin slowly. âBut whyââ he pauses, âyouâre notâ"
Thorinâs features suddenly shift, becoming almost unreadable. His jovial expression is gone, replaced with a stern consideration.
Are you going to have to shout it at the top of your lungs?
Thorinâs lips part. Promptly shuts. Opens again. âAre youâŠâ he begins but does not finish.
You start to nod, urging him on.
Finally, like light igniting in the dark, Thorinâs face transforms into one of shock, then pure joy.
âTruly?â
âFound out just this morning.â
Thorin abruptly stands, pushing himself and his chair away from the table. He is moving toward you, grasping your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss your fingers.
âWhy not say anything?â he asks.
âI did,â you laugh. âMany times.â
Thorin momentarily frowns before his mouth turns up into a soft smile. âClever.â
âYouâve been busy and I was unsure of how to tell you.â
Thorinâs thumbs rub little circles over your knuckles. âYou can always tell me anything. Whatever is happening. Whatever is on your mind. I wish to hear it.â He kisses the tops of your hands. âEspecially something like this.â
âAre you happy?â you ask, voice cracking at the end.
âHappiest Iâve ever been.â
Thorin pulls you up from your chair, his large, muscled arm sliding behind your waist. He drags you to him, his eyelids lowering seductively, all gentleness leaving him to be replaced with desire.
âAre you up for a bit of celebrating?â he asks.
âWhat kind of celebrating?â
âThe kind that landed us here.â
âThorin,â you gasp, lightly slapping his chest. He snatches your wrist, kisses the pulse point there.
âThe food can wait,â and his voice ends on a soft growl.
âThorin,â you repeat, this time with a rasp to your tone.
He seizes it, draws you even closer. âThe food can wait?â
You nod. âIt can wait.â
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Starlit Promises || Legolas
Summary: Request - Heyy I really like how you write Legolas and also your writing in general so I thought I'd request a Legolas x reader where in reader saves him from an orc attack and got hurt in the process. Hehe that's all have a good day!
A/N: Ahhh I really like this one. Ty Anon for the amazing request as always.
Pairing: Legolas x Elf Female Reader
Word Count: 4.2k +
TW: Orcs, attack, shot with an arrow, poison, angst, sad Legolas
Growing up in the lush, enigmatic depths of Mirkwood had shaped you into the warrior you are today. Side by side with Legolas you had spent countless hours under the tutelage of the same masters learning the arts of combat and stealth. Though your paths within the kingdom's defense forces eventually diverged with Legolas rising to accompany his father on diplomatic missions and you embedding deeper into the scout units you never lost the connection forged in those formative years.
Your friendship with Legolas was based on a foundation of deep respect and a shared love for the vast, mysterious woodland that was your home. Over the years, King Thranduil himself had come to hold you in high regard as he appreciated how you continually challenged and supported his son. Making sure to keep him grounded and focused.
After many seasons apart, duty finally brought you back together. It was a reunion marked by warm smiles and a quick rekindling of your lifelong friendship. Eager to make the most of this reunion you both decided to embark on a patrol through some of the darker much less traveled parts of Mirkwood. These regions were where the trees grew dense, and the shadows lingered. They were known for being unpredictable, yet they offered a serene beauty that was unmatched elsewhere in the kingdom.
As you walked alongside Legolas, your steps silent and your senses alert, you found comfort in the familiar presence of your friend. The air was filled with the sounds of distant waterfalls and the occasional call of a wood pigeon. Conversation flowed easily between you. It was filled with stories of past exploits and shared adventures. It was as if no time had passed at all, and you were just two young elves exploring the woods as you had all those hundreds of years ago.
Yet, the peace of the forest was deceptive and as seasoned warriors both of you remained vigilant. It was a routine patrol on the surface but in Mirkwood with the darkness ever growing one could never be too careful. Little did you know the shadows held more than just the whispers of ancient trees that day.
In the shadow-drenched depths of Mirkwood where the dense canopy stifled even the slightest beam of sunlight you and Legolas moved with the silent grace of seasoned warriors. The forest's deceptive calm should have been your first warning, but you were so engrossed in his presence you didnât think too much of it. It was a heavy stillness that shrouded the advance of danger. It was in this eerie silence that the ambush was sprung as a large band of orcs burst from their hidden positions among the twisted undergrowth.
In the midst of the intense and chaotic battle with the clash of metal resounding through the ancient trees of Mirkwood a sudden, jarring sound made your heart skip a beat. It was the distinct twang of a bowstring. A sound youâd recognize anywhere amidst the close-quarters combat that it sent a ripple of alarm through you.
You and Legolas were back-to-back and fighting in seamless coordination Legolas's breath hitched audibly, a rare sign of his alarm. His voice was urgent and tinged with a touch of panic as it reached your ears over the din of battle.
"Y/N, the leader, he's aiming forâ"
Before he could finish you saw the movement. A shadowy figure at a distance with a notched arrow gleaming with a sinister sheen that could only mean poison. Time seemed to slow as you realized the target was none other than Legolas himself.
With a surge of adrenaline, you acted on pure instinct. "Legolas, down!" you shouted pushing him towards the ground even as you leaped to intercept the flight path of the arrow.
Legolas who was forced down by your push hit the forest floor hard. He turned just in time to see your actions. "No, Y/N!" His voice was laced with horror and desperation as he realized what you were about to do.
The arrow struck and the sound of your grunt of pain was drowned out by Legolas's anguished yell. He scrambled to his feet eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fury. "Why would you do this?" he bellowed. His voice cracking with a mix of horror and desperation. His eyes were wide with shock and nearing tears. They searched yours for an answer he could not find in the chaos of his own emotions.
As you staggered from the impact the world began to blur at the edges as the poison was already coursing through your veins. With what strength you had left you managed to whisper, trying to reassure him despite the growing darkness clouding your vision. "Had to... save you. Watch out... he has more..."
Legolas was now beside himself with worry and rage. He turned his attention back to the orc leader with a fierce glare. His usual calm demeanor was shattered by the sight of you injured because of him. He drew his own arrow with a swift, deadly precision that was uncharacteristic but fueled by his tumultuous emotions. "No one harms you and escapes unscathed," he murmured almost to himself as he prepared to return the favor with lethal intent.
What followed was a blur of motion and violence. Legolas moved like a tempest. His arrows finding their marks with lethal precision. Each strike was a blow against his own anguish, a defiance of the fate that had struck you down. The orcs fell one by one. They were no match for the wrath of a prince fighting for the life of a friend he so dearly loved.
As the last of the orcs crumpled to the forest floor, silenced forever, Legolas turned back to where you lay, your face pale and your breaths shallow. He knelt beside you, his hands shaking as he gently lifted you into his arms. The forest seemed to hold its breath. The usual whispers of the leaves stilled by the gravity of the moment.
Legolas's steps were swift and sure as he began the urgent journey back to the healers. Each step was a race against the relentless creep of the poison within you. As he moved with his arms secure around you he began to whisper. His voice a soft contrast to the earlier fury that had consumed him.
"Stay with me," he murmured. His words tinged with a desperation he had never known. "You must stay with me." His voice broke as the reality of the situation pressed upon him. The weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm his stoic facade.
The forest blurred past as Legolas with you cradled securely in his arms. He pushed through the undergrowth with an urgency born of sheer desperation. The poison from the orcâs arrow was relentless and with each labored breath you took his heart clenched tighter.
As he hurried his voice was a steady stream of encouragement meant to fortify both your spirits and his own resolve. âYouâre so strong. You can fight this,â he urged quietly. His tone gentle yet firm. The dense foliage seemed to part before his determination. The shadows of Mirkwood bending to his will.
âYou have to hold on. I need you to hold on,â he continued. His voice only for you. A personal warmth amidst the encroaching darkness of your pain. His words were a lifeline thrown in the hope that your spirit would grasp it and cling to life.
Within his mind a storm of thoughts raged. As he looked down at your face contorted with the effort to stay conscious he was struck by a revelation so profound it rooted itself deep within his soul. I love her, he realized with startling clarity. The thought was both a balm and a torment emerging amidst the terror of possibly losing you. Why did it take the brink of losing her to see how vital she is to me? His heart ached with the weight of his newfound understanding. An understanding that came at such a cruel cost.
Meanwhile, you, despite the searing pain, felt the urgency in his voice and it gave you a focus. A point to anchor your fading strength. You tried to respond. To give him some sign that you heard him. That you were fighting not just for your own life, but for him, for the future you hadn't yet considered might be possible together. Your lips moved slightly as a whisper of sound that was more an exhale of pain than coherent words.
Legolas felt the faint stir of your attempt to speak and it spurred him on. His strides growing even more determined. âJust a little farther,â he promised you, and perhaps himself. âWeâre almost there. Stay with me.â
His mind continued to race with thoughts of love and loss, but he kept these revelations locked within choosing instead to flood you with hopeful, encouraging words. Every step was a silent vow. Every heartbeat a silent plea to whatever fates watched over the elves of Mirkwood.
As the gates of the palace finally came into sighta surge of tentative relief washed over him. The guards recognized the dire nature of your condition and rushed to meet him calling for the healers swiftly. Legolasâs arms relinquished you with a reluctance that was palpable. His hands lingering until the last possible moment as he handed you over to their care.
Watching the guards swiftly carry you away Legolas could only stand there for a moment, alone and suddenly bereft. The depth of his emotions swirling chaotically within. Hold on, please hold on, he thought. His heart echoing each word of encouragement he had given you. Now a silent mantra for the both of you.
In the somber halls of the Mirkwood palace, Thranduil arrived, drawn by the urgent whispers of his guards about an incident involving his son and one of his most valued elves. As he entered his eyes found Legolas who stood alone. His posture betraying a mix of shock and despair rarely seen on the prince.
Approaching quietly Thranduil placed a hand on Legolasâs shoulder, his presence immediately steadying. "Legolas, tell me what has happened," he urged. His voice firm yet lined with concern.
Legolas's response was choked. A surge of emotions breaking through his usually composed demeanor. Turning to face his father, tears welled in his eye. It was a terribly rare sight that shook Thranduil to his core. "She... she saved me," Legolas stammered. The words laced with pain and guilt. "An orc aimed a poisoned arrow at me, and she stepped in front. She took the hit herself. It should have been me, Father."
The king's eyes widened in horror as he processed the gravity of the situation. His mind racing with the implications of your selfless act. "Legolas," Thranduil said softly as he guided his son to sit beside him on a nearby bench, an effort to offer comfort amidst the cold stone surroundings. "You must not blame yourself for her bravery. She acted out of loyalty and courage. These are qualities that are to be honored, not lamented."
Legolas wiped at his eyes, struggling to compose himself. "But I love her, Father. And now, I might lose her because I could not protect her," he confessed. The words tumbling out amidst sobs. The admission of his feelings which were spoken aloud for the first time seemed to both relieve and burden him further.
Thranduil was taken aback by the depth of his sonâs emotions. He reached out, his own composure tinged with empathy. "My son, love is both a strength and a vulnerability. You must hold onto the hope that she will recover. And should she wake, it is your dutyâand your rightâto tell her of your feelings."
The king stood, resolute. "I will speak with the healers to ensure that everything possible is being done," he promised. Returning his attention to Legolas, he added, "Stay strong, Legolas. She fought to save you. Now you must be strong for her."
Thranduil placed a reassuring hand on Legolas's shoulder. His gaze intense and commanding. "There is something you can do, Legolas. Go to her," he instructed firmly. "The healers say that even in unconsciousness the presence of someone familiar may be felt. Your presence could provide the strength she needs to fight this poison."
Legolas looked at his father. The determination in Thranduil's voice sparking a flicker of hope within him. "Talk to her, hold her hand, let her feel your presence. Keep her grounded to this world. Your voice, your touch⊠it may reach her when our medicine cannot."
Rising from the bench with renewed purpose Legolas nodded solemnly. "I will not leave her side," he vowed. The resolve in his voice masking the tremor of his underlying fear.
Thranduil watched as his son strode towards the healers quarters. His posture that of a prince, yet driven by the raw, powerful emotions of an elf in love. "She saved you for a reason, Legolas. Now, give her a reason to return," Thranduil murmured to himself as he watched Legolas disappear behind the delicate curtains that shrouded the healing chambers.
Inside, Legolas approached your side with his heart pounding as he took in your serene yet pained expression. Gingerly, he took your hand in his. The coolness of your skin against his warm palm stirring a mix of emotions within him. Sitting beside you he began to speak his voice soft but clear threading through the quiet hum of the healing ward.
"I'm here just like you've always been there for me. Remember the storms we weathered together? The quiet moments we shared under the stars of our beautiful Mirkwood? Hold onto those memories now as I hold onto your hand. You must come back to us, to me," Legolas whispered. His words a tender plea laced with strength and love.
As he continued to speak he recounted tales of their past adventures and shared dreams. Legolas's presence became a silent, steadfast hope, anchoring you in the fight against the darkness that threatened to claim you.
"Remember the time we chased the fireflies at dusk?" Legolas continued. His voice a soft murmur meant only for you. "We wandered so far that night we almost missed the evening banquet. Your laughter echoed through the woods, brighter even than the lights we chased. I think that was the moment I realized how dear you were to me though I never had the courage to say it. I wish I said it."
He paused. His thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, each memory a pull trying to guide you back. "And then there was the storm. The one that caught us off guard near the northern border. We took shelter under that old oak. The one that's stood for a thousand years. You were so calm, so brave, even as the thunder roared around us. It was more than bravery. It was a peace within you that even the storm couldn't disturb. I truly fell in love with you then."
His voice grew softer, each word laden with emotion. "I've always admired that about youâyour strength, your serenity. It's been a constant source of comfort to me, more often than you know." A sigh escaped him, a mixture of admiration and deep-seated fear. "I need that strength now, more than ever. You have to fight through this. I... I can't envision a world without you in it mellon vaer nĂźn, meleth nĂźn." He whispered to you.
Legolas's gaze lingered on your face. His eyes tracing the familiar features as if trying to imprint them deeper into his memory. "There are so many things I still want to share with you. The sunrise over the Silverlode. Quiet mornings in the glades. So many adventures yet to be had. I need you to come back to me."
As he continued to speak recalling tales of their past his voice became your lifeline, tethered to the hope of your recovery. With each story he tried to weave you back to consciousness. To draw you away from the shadows that clung too closely.
Hours passed, a silent vigil marked only by the rhythm of his voice and the faint but steady beat of your heart. It was during one such tale as Legolas recounted a particularly daring escapade from their youth that he felt a gentle squeeze on his hand. It was slight, nearly imperceptible, but to Legolas, it was as profound as the sun breaking through a week of rain.
His heart leapt and his words faltered for a moment. "Are you there? Can you hear me?" he asked. His voice a blend of hope and urgency. When there was no further response he settled back with a small, hopeful smile touching his lips. "I'll keep talking⊠just keep listening. You're not alone." Legolas's resolve hardened, bolstered by the faint sign of your fighting spirit. He continued to talk. Each word a pledge of his presence and protection. His stories a bridge carrying you back from the brink.
The healing ward was bathed in the soft, ethereal light of dawn filtering through the high windows. Legolas sat steadfast by your side with his hand still holding yours as a silent anchor in the hushed space. He continued to speak with his voice a soft, continuous presence in the hushed space continuously recounting tales, and shared dreams. He was weaving a tapestry of memories meant to guide you back.
As he recounted a particularly fond memory of a midsummer festival where you both had danced under the stars until the world seemed nothing more than a swirl of lights and laughter your eyelids began to flutter. It was a slight movement but enough to pause the flow of his words.
Your eyes slowly opened as they adjusted to the dim light of the room, focusing with effort on the figure who had not left your side. Legolas watched you carefully. His breath held in a mixture of hope and anxiety. Seeing your eyes finally meet his, a wave of relief and joy washed over him, though he tempered his reaction. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm you.
"You're awake," he said softly. His voice a mix of wonder and warmth, his grip on your hand tightening gently.
You managed a weak smile. Your voice barely a whisper but filled with gratitude and warmth. "Legolas..." you breathed, your eyes locking onto his conveying everything you felt but couldn't yet say.
He leaned closer with his forehead nearly touching yours. His eyes were bright with emotion. "You are home," he whispered as his voice trembled slightly. "You're here with me. That is all that matters."
You nodded weakly, your smile widening just a bit. "Home," you agreed softly, the word holding so much more than its simple meaning. It was a promise, a recognition of the bond that had brought you back from the brink.
Legolas brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His touch ever so gentle and reverent. "I was so afraid of losing you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your bravery, your sacrifice... I cannot bear the thought of a world without you in it."
Your hand squeezed his lightly. A small gesture but one that conveyed strength and reassurance. "I'm here," you whispered back, the effort taxing but necessary. "And I'm not going anywhere."
"We have so much more to see together. So many more memories to share," Legolas continued with a smile playing on his lips. "I promise from now on every moment will be a testament to the life you fought so hard to return to."
Your smile widened a bit more, your energy still faint but growing with every moment of connection. "I wouldnât miss it for the world," you replied. Your voice was stronger this time, filled with the promise of many tomorrows.
In that quiet evening with the last light painting the world in hues of pink and gold, Legolas and you shared a moment of profound gratitude and love. A bond deepened by trials and now unbreakable by anything that the future might hold.
As your strength slowly returned Legolas took you to a secluded glade one evening. A hidden sanctuary where the world's concerns seemed to dissolve under the brilliance of the starlit sky. The air was cool and carried the sweet scent of blooming night flowers. You both settled on a soft blanket surrounded by the tranquil whisper of the forest.
Looking up at the stars Legolas turned toward you, his blue eyes reflecting the celestial light. He took a deep breath as if preparing to share something significant, and then began to speak. His voice soft yet clear. "I've spent many nights under these stars," he said, "but none felt as profound as tonight, being here with you." He paused giving you a moment to absorb the words. "When you were hurt, when I thought I might lose you, I realized something vital. Just how much you mean to me, how deeply I care about you."
Your heart fluttered with a mixture of surprise and joy. The sincerity in his voice and the earnest look in his eyes it was all you had ever hoped for yet never dared to expect. "Legolas, I...," you started your emotions thickening your voice. "I've felt the same way for a long time. But I never thoughtâ"
"That we might have a future together?" Legolas interjected gently. "I know. I've been a fool, letting time pass without speaking my heart. But I don't want to hide my feelings anymore. I love you. More than I can say."
Tears welled in your eyes but not from sadness but from a profound relief and happiness. "I love you too," you replied. Your voice a soft echo of his own declaration. "I always have."
Legolas reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek with a gentle touch. "Then let us make a promise tonight," he suggested. His gaze locked with yours, "to never hold back our feelings. To cherish each moment, we have together and to face whatever comes with unity and strength."
You nodded, feeling the weight and warmth of his hand in yours. "I promise," you said. "To all of that."
The night deepened around you, but in the glade, illuminated by starlight, a new chapter of your life together began. It was a promise made not just in words but in the shared glances, the gentle touches, and the quiet commitment to face life's complexities together. With Legolas by your side the future seemed not just a path to walk but a journey to cherish.
The next morning, with the promise of the previous night still fresh and luminous like the dawn Legolas sought his father in the tranquil palace gardens. Dappled sunlight filtered through the ancient trees casting golden patterns on the mossy floor.
"Father," Legolas began with his voice carrying a newfound confidence mixed with joy, "last night under the stars, Y/N and I made a promise. I wish to ask her to let me court her with the intention of marriage."
Thranduil paused with his gaze piercing as he turned to face his son. For a moment his expression was unreadable. Then, a wide, genuine smile transformed his face. "Finally," he exclaimed with a rare chuckle. "You have truly found your path, my son. It is about time."
Legolas smiled, a weight lifting from his shoulders with his father's blessing. Bolstered by this support he planned a special moment to formally begin the courtship. He chose a small, exquisite pendant shaped like a star. An echo of the night that had sealed your shared destiny.
Later that day as you stood in the lush Mirkwood gardens Legolas approached you. The late afternoon sun lit the clearing casting long shadows and bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. In his hand he held the delicate star-shaped pendant which sparkled as it caught the light.
"Y/N," he said gently, drawing your attention. His hand extended offering the pendant to you. "Last night, under the starlight, we promised to face whatever comes together. With all my heart, I ask you now, will you let me court you with the hope and intention that one day you will be my wife?"
The moment was overwhelming. More tears sprang to your eyes as the magnitude of what this meant filled you. You had loved Legolas for so long, sometimes fearing your affection was a solitary flame. Now hearing his heartfelt words, confirming that he felt the same, was a relief so profound that sobs of joy escaped you.
"Yes, Legolas," you managed to say between gentle sobs. Your voice thick with emotion as you reached out to take the pendant. "Yes, of course I will."
Legolas stepped closer. His eyes shining with the same emotion. He took the pendant and carefully clasped it around your neck. He cupped your face in his hands wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
"This is just the beginning meleth nĂźn," he whispered. His voice as tender as the touch of the evening breeze. "A promise of a lifetime together, filled with love and understanding."
In that enchanted moment with the beauty of Mirkwood surrounding you and the promise of a future together everything felt utterly perfect. The garden seemed to hold its breath, the leaves whispering in the wind, as if nature itself was acknowledging the depth of your bond. The journey ahead would indeed have challenges but with the strength of your love you knew you could face them with him.
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hii!!
i was wondering if you could write kili x gn!reader where the reader wants to braid kiliâs hair and they have no idea what that means to dwarves and kili lets them braid his hair. later the other dwarves notice and tease kili about it cause heâs clearly in love with the reader.
thank you sm<33
Braiding Lessons ~ Kili x Reader
A/N: Omg Kili request!!! I love him and I am such a sucker for this plot!! so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do omg!! Also funfact but I almost deleted everything that I wrote during my roadtrip cause I was so unsatisfied with it ;-; Which is probably why it took me so long to actually publish it yikes
âą ËËË Warnings: Fluff àżàŸ âą ËËË Words: 1.0k àżàŸ âą ËËË Request: Yes (Thank you <33) àżàŸ âą ËËËAmrĂąlimĂ© ~ My Love àżàŸ
Summary: You always knew dwarves had various beautiful braids, but how come Kili doesn't? So one night you decide to change that and help him out.
You tilted your head to the side, as you let your eyes skim over the various dwarves, whom you were accompanying on their journey. Being the only human, surrounded by one hobbit and several dwarves definitely let you notice a few differences about their culture to your own. For example, they could eat almost double their size almost as if they have two stomachs. They also tend to not care much about their appearance. Except of course their beards and hair in general. They take care of it almost as if their life depended on it. One detail that definitely stood out to you were the different braids that decorated each of them. You remember once staring at Fili, while he undid his small beard braids just to redo them.
âHow come dwarves always have braids in their hair?â You once asked him. He smiled at you and continued weaving his fingers through his hair. âBraids are very important to us dwarves. Which is why we rarely let others touch our hair.â
Ever since that day you have noticed the intriguing designs and ways each of the dwarves intertwined their strands. Except for one. Kili was the only dwarf who seemed to be lacking any kind of braid and you have been wondering why that is. You also once asked Fili about it but he wouldnât answer you. Maybe he doesnât know how to braid? And he is too embarrassed to ask others for help? Observing Kili, who was laughing along his brother to some jokes, you quickly let that thought settle in your mind. He doesnât know how to braid and you were determined to change that.
So later that afternoon you bribed Fili to change his night shift with yours (which cost you a few of your travel snacks), in order to spend some time with Kili. You wanted to teach him how to braid and due to the fact that it is quite a sensitive topic to dwarves you wanted to make sure that nobody else would notice the two of you. So as soon as the sun set and the snores of your companions filled your ears, you made your way to Kili. He was perched upon a log which was behind the campfire that slowly burned down. His hands were carefully crafting something delicate, which you didnât quite see in the dark. âWhat are you working on?â You asked him, taking a seat beside him. His gaze swerved from the item between his fingers to you. A smile graced his lips.
âItâs a surprise.â He quickly put the item into a small pouch that was secured to his pants. âI thought Fili was supposed to be my night-watch-partner?â âHe was but I wanted to switch with him.â A smirk formed on his lips, before he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. âWell, in that case I will make sure that this will be the best night of your life.â Blushing at the double meaning behind his words, you tried to separate your body from his. Of course, not because you didnât enjoy him being so close to you, but because you were in desperate need of some cold air to cool you down and sort through your thoughts.
âI just wanted to ask you if I could braid your hair.â A dumbfounded expression accompanied by a gentle blush fell over his face. âI know you probably were just embarrassed to ask any of the others for help when it comes to braiding your hair and knowing that you donât know how to I just-â His laugh interrupted your rambling. âYou think I canât braid my hair?â You nod. â(Y/N), that is one thing we dwarves get born with. No dwarf in this world knows how not to braid hair.â âBut why do you never braid yours? Fili told me they were incredibly sacred and important in your culture.â A blush dusted his cheeks as he stared into the campfire.
âSimple. Nobody has asked to braid my hair before.â Your hand moved to his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. âBut I just asked to braid your hair. So please, let me take care of you.â He smiled at you and moved one leg over the log so his whole body was facing yours. You let your fingers comb through his soft hair a few times, before taking a strand and dividing it into three sections. Weaving your fingers through the wafts, you made sure to be gentle while also ensuring that there wonât be any bumps or strands sticking out of your small braid. After you have reached the end of his hair, you took out one of your slim leather straps and tied it at the end. Your gaze wandered from the braid to Kilis eyes and you realized how close the two of you have been this whole time. âThank you AmrĂąlimĂ©. You have no idea how much this means to me.â You let your gaze wander to your hands in your lap while a shy smile graced your face. âOf course. I am glad you like it.â Kili put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. A bright smile framed his face. âNow it is your turn.â
The next morning the company as well as you quickly packed up their belongings to get back on their journey. While talking with Balin about some of the dwarvens history, you suddenly heard a gasp from behind you. âYou never told me about this Kili!â Fili held up a braid between them both. âWhen did this happen?â âLast night while you-â âWhat is going on back there?â Thorin asked, slowly approaching the princes. âKili finally got his braid! Probably by someone he seems enamoured with.â Fili teases, while letting go of his brotherâs hair. A blush dusted Kilis cheeks, as well as your own as the words settled in.
âWas about time they tied the knot.â Dwalin let out a boisterous laugh at Balins words. Tilting your head to the side, you moved your attention to Kili. âWhat does he mean by that?â â(Y/N) doesnât even know? You didnât even explain it?â Fili asked, flabbergasted at the newfound information. âI hadnât had the time yet.â Kili turned towards you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. âBut I will explain it to you when the time is right.â His radiant smile was enough reassurance for you. You will wait, until he is ready to explain the meaning behind the dwarvish braiding custom.
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Heard it through the grapevine
sorry guys i been so mia i literally have been in a weird funk but hereâs a longer fic for u thrandy lovers and lmk if u want a part 2 maybe???
kisses to everyone, enjoy my elf slutsđđđ
Pairing: Thranduil x human!reader
Summary: reader keeps receiving gifts at her balcony, she has no idea where or who theyâre coming from, sheâs determined to find outâŠ
Warnings: mild spicy content nothing crazy though
Category: fuck idk, fluff/hot n steamy?
Word Count: 2.1k
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âstrawberries and grapes this time!â
You shouted out to Tauriel who sat on your bed. She was just as intrigued with these series of gifts youâd been receiving. You both have been trying to narrow it down to who it could be, there was very few elves in this realm who spoke to you but the few that did, didnât seem interested in you. So they were kind of at a dead end, yet the gifts never stopped.
You lifted the white basket off the floor of the balcony where they always were delivered, somehow unnoticed. You sighed and set the basket on the bed next to Tauriel as you both opened the note together. The thought of having a secret admirer was quite endearing, however it seemed a bit childish almost..but very intriguing nonetheless.
âread it out loud! i canât do it!â you giggled as you handed Tauriel the note and she laughed with you, sharing the excitement. She cleared her throat dramatically and gave you a slight smirk before looking down at the note and she began to read.
âthe grapes of the finest wine, the strawberries of the finest vine. for a woman oh so devine.â
She spoke out in a teasing tone. Your face heated up in embarrassment, these poems were always so corny, but who could be so brave enough to share them with you! âoh my, Tauriel..that is absurdâ you laughed and shook your head.
You took the note from her and examined the hand writing, trying to get some kind of idea of who it could be! You thought for a moment, the gears in your brain turning ferociously until you tilted your head and looked at Tauriel.
âgrapes from the finest wineâŠfinest vineâŠTauriel, arent these fruits from the private garden??â you spoke, picking up one of the grapes, it was bright purple, these were the grapes used to make the town wine. Tauriels eyes widened and nodded, they were in fact from the private garden! well this is something at least. âyes those grapes specifically are kept in the furthest corner, only very few people are allowed in that areaâ she told you, picking up the strawberries. âthese are also from the same area. finest fruit indeedâ she sent you a teasing wink and you just rolled your eyes at the elfâs childishness.
âare you able to get me a list of the people who are allowed to enter this area of the garden?â you asked her hopefully and she chuckled a bit, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.
âwhen i say very few people, i mean very few. grab something to write with.â Tauriel told you and you wasted no time scurrying off to find a quill and paper. Once you returned, you handed it to her and she began writing. you were nervous to see who was on that list, hands fidgeting eagerly as you hovered over her shoulder.
Six names were written on the list, this was amazing news. You snatched the paper from her hand and scanned your eyes over the list, it read:
Thranduil
Legolas
Lesysus
Elrond
Haldir
Aman
You were beyond perplexed. This list only made things even more difficult. The first thing you did was process of elimination. Elrond, he was in rivendell currently. Haldir, who was also with Elrond in rivendellâŠ.and that was it.. okay so six to four, not bad. But these were royal figures of the realm! There is no way any of these elves were even close to possible..
You looked at Tauriel who gave you a sympathetic look, she could tell you were stressing yourself out over this.
âdo not dwell on it, my friendâ she spoke gently, and you sighed deeply, setting the paper on your table and looked out the arched window of your chambers. âthis was fun until nowâ you grumbled to yourself and looked down at the paper once more. âI think iâm just going to give it a rest, itâs clear whoever is doing this doesnât want to be discovered so i suppose iâll respect thatâ you told Tauriel and she quite literally laughed in your face, in a friendly way of course.
âi really love your optimism but we both know youâre not giving it a rest. just sleep on it, maybe youâll get an idea soon.â she stood from your bed and gently rubbed your arm in reassurance before taking her leave.
You on the other hand, had a plan. A very determined one at that. You were going to do a steak out, spying over the royal garden! How incredibly stupid of you, but if the elf who was doing this was allowed in there, you saw no problem with taking a peekâŠfor the entire night.
It was late now, nearly one in the morning, you decided it was a good time to go and spy on the garden. Tauriel had showed you a way to climb up into the trees to look down upon mirkwood, you figured this was perfect, thatâs if you donât get caught and probably executed. You chuckled to yourself at the thought as you threw on an elven cloak, putting the hood up and dressing yourself in your darkest garments to blend in with the night.
You may have been human but you had lived with the elves long enough to pick up on their gracefulness and swift movements. you swung from branch to branch, getting high enough in the twisting tree, maneuvering until you had a good view of the garden. You were crouched on a branch, quite high enough to go unnoticed hopefully. You hadnât really thought through how long this would take but there was no going back now.
Three hours had passed by and your legs were beginning to ache so you moved to a simple sitting position, legs dangling off of the tree branch you sat upon. Your head snapped in the direction of the garden after hearing some noise, then you saw a shadow of a figure enter the garden. God damned elven sight, that was the one thing you didnât have. It was simply too dark to see who had entered the garden, you were squinting and squinti-
âi know you are there, young one.â
A deep voice boomed through your ears and your eyes widened. They could see you? They knew you were there? This is ridiculous! Your mind raced but kept quiet until you heard the voice again.
âthereâs really no use in hiding if iâm fully aware of your presence. come down. donât be rude now.â the voice spoke again, you stared at the dark figure and sighed. Carefully jumping down the tree, landing on the top of the brick wall that separated the garden from the forrest then hopped down to the garden, standing slightly behind the very..tall figure. âi apologize, i was- i wasâŠâ you couldnât even make up an excuse, you just accepted your fate at this point.
âyou were spying on my garden? for a very obvious reason that is..â his voice was now VERY familiar to you, your face went white and your blood went cold. Youâd just been caught red handed by the king. You watched him lift his arms and pull his hood down and slowly turn around to face you. He wasnât wearing any kind of crown, not even a circlet. His white hair fell down his shoulders along with his hood and he stared down at you intensely.
âm-my lord.â You began to bow but he held up a hand, halting your movements. You obeyed and stood straight, looking at him.
âi see youâve been receiving my gifts well. a curious one you are..â he said, a bit of amusement laced in his words. If he was being honest, he was quite impressed with your little idea, however he assumed it was only a matter of time.
âand please, call me by my nameâ he asked, stepping closer to you.
Your heart had fell all the way to your stomach, Thranduil was your secret admirer? this cannot be. you didnât believe it for a second. That was until his hands reached up to pull your hood down, revealing you to him. âyou are quite breathtaking, even in the darkness.â you could feel his index finger ghost over your cheek, the blood immediately rushing to your face causing you to blush deeply at his simple actions. The presence of the king was usually a lot more intimidating, but this felt almost..intimate?
âwhy me?â you asked quietly, looking him in his eyes despite it being quite dark, you were still able to make him out clearly.
He let out a low chuckle and dropped his hand back down, clasping his two hands at his front elegantly. âyou think because you are mortal, that i cannot pursue you? iâll have you know, iâll pursue who ever i see fit..â he told her truthfully. Heâs had a fascination for the girl for quite a while, though she had no idea of it.
He brought a hand up to your chin, gently lifting your face up so you can look at him properly, and so he can admire his sweet human. your face was warm and beet red, you were beyond flustered and truly had no idea what to say. âyou wish to pursue me?â you asked him with a little bit of disbelief behind it and he simply nodded. God Tauriel would lose her mind if she seen what was happening! Your heart was beating rapidly, his touch felt like a dozen swans on a sweet pond. His thumb swiped over your jawline tenderly, causing you to take a step closer to him. He was more than pleased by this.
âiâve desired you the moment i laid my eyes upon youâ his hand was now cupping your cheek, his fingers threading through the hair behind your ear. âThranduil..â was all you could muster up. He had you weak in the knees from a simple touch, it was quite cruel really. He absolutely loved the way his name sounded on your tongue, causing him to take a deep breath the calm himself down before he did something he regretted.
âwill you have me?â
You placed a hand upon his chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as you did so. You slid your hand up, never breaking eye contact, feeling the porcelain skin of his neck as your hand continued higher, allowing it to rest on the back of his neck, your fingers nearly tangling in his perfect tresses. âi donât want anyone else..â you told him and his caused his grip on you to tighten only ever so slightly. His thumb ran over your cheekbone before he dropped his hand, you were almost disappointed until his hand was now on your waist, pulling you against his own body.
Your body was on fire in this intimate moment, you were crumbling at his hand. He could tell you to jump off of the highest cliff and youâd comply without question. His head lowered down to your ear, his lips barely ghosting over your earlobe. âyou keep me up at night, young one..â he purred, you could feel his warm breath against the skin of your neck.
You gasped at this and leaned your head to the side absentmindedly at his action, he took this as a delicious invitation as his head fit perfectly in the nook of your collarbone and neck. His lips connected with your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses to your neck, then unclasped your cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground. his free hand pulled at the material of your tunic, exposing your shoulder as he hungrily continued his sweet kisses to your skin.
âThranduil please..â you breathed out, the torture was far too much. Your legs were trembling and you gripped onto his cloak as if he was going to disappear. âplease what, my love? use your words with your king..â his voice was like smooth honey, melting into your ears delightfully. You wanted to cry out in agony, but refrained from doing so as his lips connected with your collarbone this time.
You couldnât take it any longer, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and cupped his face, pulling his head back to face you, his eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Your mouth parted slightly as your breath slowed and you leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes for a moment. You could feel his breath against your lips, you felt this was too much and decided to take matters into your own hands and you closed the gap, his lips molding perfectly with yours. he gripped your waist a little harder, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you with hunger and passion. You tugged his hair, earning a groan from him and backed him up against the brick wall.
The king had fallen completely under your spell at this point, he was yoursâŠ
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Summary âł When you and the rest decide to sneak up on an Orc camp, you receive an injury. You believe you can handle it yourself but Legolas thinks otherwise.
(A/n) âł I AM SO SORRY! Tumblr ended up deleting the request but I remember it but not all of it so forgive me if this isnât what you wanted. If it isnât then donât hesitate to shoot a message or request again!! I also learned that apparently the Fellowship traveled at night and slept during the day. I seriously did not know that until today.
Word Count âł 1.5k
Content Warnings âł Gender Neutral Reader, description of violence, blood, death, stitching, blood loss, angst-to-fluffâŠ
âThere must be some other way.â Legolas uttered to Boromir. âYou cannot believe that sending (Y/n) out to assassinate the Orcs is the best solution.â
âShe wonât be alone, Aragorn will be there with them.â Boromir replied. âThe two of them will attack from above while we attack from below.â He drew his sword, walking closer to the Orc that was alone. He was swift with it, moving behind the Orc and slitting its throat. âSee? Wasnât that hard.â
You took a deep breath as you aimed your bow, you kept your focus on the leader. You could see from the corner of your eye Aragon sneaking up on the other two. You knew he was waiting on your signal and he would wait however long, but you were all on a strict time.
Another deep breath and- âHey!â You shouted out of instinct, Legolasâs arrow went through the Orcâs head, killing him but you brought attention to yourself.
You jumped down from the tree and quickly nocked, drew, aimed, and released at one Orc that was reaching for its weapon. You swerved past another arrow, more flying past your head until you took cover over a giant rock.
Before you could nock another arrow, an Orc came from behind, grabbing your arms to throw you against the ground. You rolled when he attempted to stab you, dodging more swings until you managed to kick his sword away.
He charged at you, taking your knife that was strapped to your leg, and used it against you. You used your bow to block a couple of slashes until he fell to the ground. Instead of standing, he got onto his knees and managed to stab you in your thigh.
You let out a scream but in return, you shot an arrow through his head. Your breathing staggered as your hand wrapped around the knife and slowly pulled it out and then covered it with terrible bandaging.
â(Y/n)!â Legolas popped up a few seconds later. âI heard you scream.â
âI believed I twisted my ankle.â You covered your wound with your as best as you could, smiling through the pain.
âLet me help you.â Legolas took your hand, helping you walk to the rest of the group. Luckily, your cloak covered your bleeding wound and your dark pants were enough to hide the blood seeping out. âWe just have a couple more hours before daylight.â
Like Legolas said, Aragorn finally decided that it was time to rest. âWe will set out when it becomes dark.â He told you all before he started to set up his makeshift bed.
Legolas looked over your ankle, looking closely and pressing against it, looking back at you for a reaction. âIt doesnât seem to be twisted, but it may be strained. You have been jumping a lot, and might have happened when your footing was incorrect.â
You could practically feel the sweat running down your forehead. âDoes it seem bad?â
Legolas smiled, his usual smile that was beaming with kindness. âNo, the pain should fade later. Are you in pain or hurt anywhere else?â
âNo, no, thank you.â After Legolas joined Aragorn, chatting. It wasnât long before it was just murmurs among the Fellowship. Sam and Frodo were cooking together, Gimli was most likely perched up against a tree sleeping, but you didnât know about the rest.
You were farther into the forest, a needle and thread in your hand. You placed a thick piece of fabric in between your teeth and bit down, you used your other hand to keep the gash close together so you could stitch it.
You let out a strained cry as you attempted to stitch your wound yourself but it was difficult due to your vision blurring. You didnât know how long you were out here, so focused on closing your wound that you didnât hear branches breaking or leaves crunching.
âYouâre hurt.â Legolasâs voice broke you out of your concentration. You could see the panic in his eyes, he kneeled by your side, taking the needle from you and moving your hand from your thigh. âAnd youâre doing it incorrectly. Youâre hurting yourself more.â
He used his other hand to pull a container of water, and flushed out your wound. âHow did you get this? And when?â
âJust a couple hours ago.â
âAnd youâve been bleeding this entire time?â Legolasâs voice was filled to the brim with regret, like he was ashamed of himself. He carefully threaded the thread into your skin, making sure it wasnât too tight or too loose.
You took out the cloth from your mouth. âLook Legolas, Iâm still alive and well.â You tried to ease him. âIâll be alright, Iâm okay.â
âI shouldâve known, you have been moving slower, as well as your reaction time.â He acknowledged. Once he finished stitching your wound, he poured water again to wash out the rest of the dried blood.
He helped you to your feet, throwing your arm over his shoulder and an arm around your waist. He moved at a slow pace back to camp, everyone was now asleep, save it for Aragorn who just watched you both silently.
He helped you lay down. âIâll be fine.â You repeated yourself, it felt like the hundredth time.
Legolas shook his head. âPlease, do not hide anything. You shouldnât be silent about these kinds of things.â
As if waking up very early in the morning couldnât be any better, Orcs have seemed to find you all. You had a feeling that they were stalking you all, waiting for the moment to attack. You used your bow instead of your sword, making sure none of the Orcs came close to the Hobbits.
An Orc charged at you. You dodged the first couple of swings but not the kick to the leg, making you kneel and it felt like the stitches broke.
You screamed as you used your arrow to stab it into the Orcâs shoulder. Legolasâs arrow came from behind and slew the bastard and Merry came to your side to help you stand.
âRun into the forest!â Boromir shouted, blocking the sword coming down at him. âGo! Quickly!â
Merry helped you speed through the forest. You suddenly felt sick, like you wanted to pass out. But it wasnât long before the Orcs gave up the chase and Merry sat you against a tree.
âTheyâre bleeding!â Merry alerted the rest of the Fellowship.
Legolas dropped in front of you, pushing your hands away from the wound. âI need a needle and thread.â He said, more like demanded. âOr a cloth to stop the bleeding.â
Aragorn ripped a piece of his shirt and handed it to Legolas, he snatched it and was quick to tie it around your wound. âIâll need some herbs, in case the wound becomes infected.â Sam shuffled through his bag. âLuckily you should be able to walk but not run.â
You swore under your breath. âIt seems the Orcs are watching us at all times.â You looked up at Aragorn. âWhat do we do?â You asked him.
âThere may be another camp nearby.â Aragorn replied. âBoromir, Legolas, we need to search.â
âSomeone should stay and protect the Hobbits.â
âGimli is here and (Y/n) still has the strength to use their bow.â
âBut what if they need to retreat? What will happen then?â Legolas still pressed, wanting to remain by your side. âWe cannot put the Hobbits at risk, especially the ringbearer.â
âGimli will be here, just go with them.â You told him.
âI will not.â
Aragorn was too annoyed to even put up an argument anymore. âLet us go then.â
When they were out of sight, you pushed his shoulder slightly. âWhat was that?â You asked him, confused out of your mind.
âSomeone must be here to protect the Hobbits-â
âI know that, it wouldâve been fine. They are taking care of the camp, the Orcs wonât be nearby to bother us.â You once again tried to explain to him. âWhat is going on with you? Are you still feeling guilty?â
âNo-â
âDoesnât seem like that.â Your breathing hitched as you attempted to stand.
Legolas grabbed your warm to stop you. âYou cannot be moving at the moment. Give yourself time to relax.â
âItâs just a small cut!â
âA cut that couldâve killed you.â
You huffed. âWhat is going on with you Legolas?â
âBecoming reckless is one thing but hiding a serious injury that could have killed you is another. It makes me worry, it makes me question if you have more injuries youâve hidden.â
âLook, Iâm sorry that I didnât tell you about the wound. I didnât think that it would mean so much for you.â You admitted.
âI worry, I worry every single day, every fight, during the night and during the daybreak. Will the morrow be the day where someone or something takes you from me?â His hand grazed over your wound. âI just want to know Iâve done everything and anything.â
âIâm sorry.â You apologized again.
âJust promise me, I do not care how small it is or how big, please do not hesitate to ask for help.â
You nodded. âI promise.â
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I'm doing pretty good! Ty for asking
I wanted to request Lindir (and anyone else you might want to do) with a reader that loves playing with/braiding his hair? A very simple request but I find it adorable
That does sound quite sweet đ I decided to do this with all the major elves because we love elf fluff in this house đ
Elves + Braiding
Lindir
⧠He is surprised the first time you idly take strands of his long brown hair in your hands, giving a look of polite surprise as he awaits your next action.
⧠Then you pull back the sides of his hair, braiding them at the back of his head, and he would be lying if he said it felt anything but satisfying, both having his face freed from the strands and also your hands delicately working their magic upon his hair.
⧠Too shy to request it, Lindir simply sits by your side, hoping the whim takes you again. Perhaps he will practice a song, sitting at his harp or holding a smaller instrument and feeling the small smile creep onto his lips when your fingers comb through his hair again.
⧠When he catches you in a moment of stress his subconscious works faster than his mind; without thinking heâs running hands through your hair, sliding the cool skin soothingly over your scalp.
⧠He turns red each time, but Lindirâs absolute favorite is when you rest your gorgeous head upon his shoulder. Gently he strokes your hair before ever-so-slightly resting his head atop yours.
Thranduil
⧠Fixes you with a look of surprise when you subconsciously reach for his long golden locks, but after removing a leaf from them your fingers twirl the ends of his tresses and he smiles fondly.
⧠Shakes his head a bit at you as you play with his hair, weaving new strands together. The loops you make may not be as intricate as others he has seen, but they are sturdy.
⧠From then on Thranduil dubs you talented, encouraging you to try more techniques, be they braiding or weaving. At first you can hardly help questioning if he sees your intentâŠ
⧠âŠbefore you realize he is the only one youâre allowed to practice on. He is calling on you, plain and simple.
⧠You try to keep this out of your head, but the way the back of his hand traces your cheekbones as he sits you down makes that harder and harderâŠ
Arwen
⧠You relax her in a way few else do, the ease you bring leading her to seek you out again and again.
⧠She knows how you enjoy what you do and she wants to pay it back, too. âCome, let us make our braids!â And just like that, your habit has become ours.
⧠She loves the feel of your hair, asking permission of course the first few times she touches it, but soon it seems even when youâre just sitting together someone is caressing the otherâs hair.
⧠Sometimes when youâre feeling especially merry, youâll playfully swat her with her own little ponytails. It always gets one of those rare laughs out of her.
⧠Cue Arwen wrapping her arms around your shoulders, forcing you to drop her hair as she grapples you (lovingly).
Elrond
⧠His eyes track yours one day, catching the way they follow the silky length of his hair. One day you venture sweeping some off his shoulder, growing bolder at Elrondâs soft smile.
⧠Your hands shake at first, but he nods and smiles reassuringly as you begin your weaving work. His hair is smooth, needing little to nothing, so instead you craft a kind of crown for him braided about his head.
⧠You tell him as much as you reveal your work, shocked at the way his expression has melted into something far, far softer.
⧠âAllow me to return the favor,â he says, hands sliding temptingly over your shoulders as he rotates you- and who are you to say no?
⧠âThough I do not deserve a crown,â you remind him. âYou do not see things as I do, then.â
Legolas
⧠Youâd never touch his hair without asking, unsure how Legolas would react until you shyly offer to braid it freshly back for him.
⧠He agrees with one of the smiles that has your heart leaping, encouraging you with a gentle nod as you take a seat behind him and begin your work. From the moments your hands brush his back, you can feel Legolas relaxing as you weave his golden hair.
⧠From then on he goes to you when he wants it fixed, teasingly asking if you might like to braid his hair again.
⧠Itâs probably one of the most romantic things to happen to you the day Legolas sits you down, saying itâs his turn to take care of your hair.
⧠You two both end up in this sort of symbiosis of doing each otherâs hair, barely ever touching your own.
Haldir
⧠Starts a bit the first time your hands comb his hair, but the butterflies heâs feeling may become evident in the way Haldirâs eyes fix you.
⧠You can feel him lean into your touch, the gentle motion of your fingers soothing him. Rare are the moments in which Haldir gives in to simple breath, release of all the burdens that he holds, and yet it is clear he craves it.
⧠"Why," he asks as you release his locks, letting them flow down his shoulders, "are you doing this?" "Do you really not know?" You simply ask back, caresses moving from the base of his neck to the sides of his face as you turn him your way.
⧠Your habit leads to the first of many kisses shared with Haldir, often stolen beneath the swaying branches of some faraway tree.
⧠Playing with your hair is not his habit, but running his hands wildly through it as your lips embrace is.
Galadriel
â§Amusement dances in her blue eyes as you reach up and comb her golden waves through your hands.
⧠âIâm sorry,â you sheepishly apologize, âmay I?â âOf course,â she answers simply and gives a little nod as you step closer again.
⧠Galadriel turns to fix her enchanting gaze upon you as you work, smile too knowing not to bring warmth to your face and a shake to your fingers.
⧠Since that day, she combs her fingers through your hair as she passes by you, her fingers sometimes trailing down to the side of your cheek.
⧠You can feel her eyes upon you as far as her watch can reach, simultaneously bringing safe warmth shining through your chest and a shiver down your spine.
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The Kings plaything - Part 1/2
Summary: After the dwarves have been captured, Thranduil decides to have a little fun with his wife, fulfilling his need to show of his greatest possesion.
Word count: 9223
Warnings: smut with plot, public fingering, exhibitionism, possessive Thranduil, Dom! Thranduil, sub! reader, slight hurt and angst because of something Thorin said, Minors DNI! This contains adult content
Pov Legolas:
The guards and I had captured the dwarfs that were mindlessly roaming through our lands. Right now, we had stripped them of their weapons and escorted them through the woods. Right before the big bridge that led towards the only door into Mirkwood, I stopped the parade, turning to look at the dwarves:
âYou are now going to be brought in front of the king and his queen. Let me offer you some advice as to how to act in his presence. You bow when greeting him. You shall not speak unless asked to. Nor do you insult him or her majesty. And most importantly, donât stare at her majesty.â I rattled down the points, but I was interrupted by the tallest dwarf, they addressed as their king: âDo not worry, none of us would want to see that disgusting elven pack of you anyway!â
Before I could even react, one of my guards already forced him to his knees, a blade against his throat. That seemed to enrage the others, a slight turmoil breaking out. I waited until my guards settled it, before I spoke again: âCareful of your words dwarf. She is the kings most precious possession. You do not want to anger him, by looking at her or insulting her even.â
One dwarf pressed himself through the ranks, until he stood right in front of me. He wasnât reaching much above my waist and I had to suppress the instinct of kneeling down like I would do with a kid. âWhy are we not to look at her?â He asked, nothing but curiosity filling his big brown eyes. I suppressed a laugh, still a small sly smile crossed my lips. âThings are run differently here. You will see for yourself.â
Then I just turned, not waiting for the dwarves to follow me. I knew my guards would simply force them to.
Pov Elanore:
I was sitting next to Thranduils throne beneath his feet on my pillow. It was my usual place between his legs, leaning against one of his thighs and relishing in his soft touches while covered in his cloak. Ever since I had married him some decades ago, we had slowly dipped more into showing our relationship openly. Knowing that the elves were a race loving their routines, the king openly showing his affection caused some stir. Especially, when that affection was interlaced with our power play.
But after a while the people had gotten used to it, even smiling a bit, when he softened around me. It wasnât often for the king to show his softer side openly, but when he did, he usually did it for me. Legolas once thanked me, that I had brought his father out of his shell. Even though he did not quite understand our relationship, he accepted me as his fatherâs new wife, soon becoming my partner in crime when it came to wreaking havoc.
I never wanted to replace his mother and I told him so. Legolas didnât seem to mind either way, soon starting to teasingly call me naneth and over time the name got stuck. Â
A guard racing down the hall and stopping in front of us breathless, made me turn my head to look at him. He bowed deeply, his eyes quickly washing over my face, before he looked at the floor in front of him. It was common for the guards and common people to not look at me and after I had pressed Thranduil deeply on the matter, he had admitted to make it a general rule not to stare at me. His harsh demeanor the earlier centuries still sitting deeply, that most elves took it literally and refused to look at me. The only exceptions being Legolas and Tauriel.
âMy king.â The guard started. âYour son and some guards have captured a group of 13 dwarves wandering our forest. They are now on their way to be brought in front of you.â
âIs that so?â Thranduil cued, caressing my hair with a soft growl in his voice. âHow long are they going to take until their arrival?â
âNot long, my king. They have already made it to the gate.â The guard answered. Thranduil raised an eyebrow. âThank you. You can leave now.â Waving the guard off, he looked down on me. âIt looks like we are about to have guests, little ithil.â Then he opened his legs. âJoin me on the throne. A queen must rule besides her king.â
Quickly getting up from my place, I sorted my dress to make it look more presentable. It was made out of thin silk, a soft blue touch to it. During the time I was staying in Mirkwood, I only wore my inside clothes, that Thranduil himself very carefully picked. The dresses he picked for me to wear were far from hiding my body. Rather the opposite. Their light and see through fabric accentuating my curves, doing nothing in hiding my breasts or core from other peoples eyes.
âI am not wearing anything appropriate.â I argued, trying my best to ruffle the dress to cover the dark circles of my nipples that clearly shone through the silk. âNonsense, meleth. You are wearing just the right dress.â Thranduil said, stopping my hands and smoothing the fabric over my breasts. His soft touches to my nipple made me sigh in pleasure and he smiled. âYou are my queen. Mine to protect and cherish. Whenever I am at your side, the world shall see what a beauty lies beneath those fabrics.â
Then he fidgeted with his pants, tying them lose and signaling me to sit on his lap. My eyes widened, when I saw him freeing his cock, that was already leaking precum. âNoâŠâ I whispered, but he just pulled me towards him. Simply spreading my legs, he pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling his lap, my back towards him. Beneath my heat, I could feel his cock stroking through my folds. âYou are always so wet for me, melethril.â He groaned, taking my shoulder and pushing me down on his cock.
I yelped in surprise and the slight pain the stretch brought with it. But Thranduil didnât react to it. He simple sorted my feet to dangle besides his thighs, so that I now had no leverage of pushing me up from the throne. âYou will stay right here and warm my cock, you understand?â He growled into my ear, biting the skin of my neck right beneath it.
âYes, my king.â I whispered, leaning back onto his chest. My actions made him chuckle slightly. âYou are such a good little girl for me. All it takes is my cock inside of you and you are already forgetting your worries.â
Sorting the dress between my legs, he made sure the two cut outs were delicately laid out to show my legs. Reaching up to my hips and slightly my waist the fabric closed again, just the edges of my hipbones peaking through. A dark blue leather belt securing the dress around my waist and keeping the fabric tight around my chest to not only show my hard nipples through it, but also prevent my breasts from falling out of my cleavage.
What I did not expect was Thranduil sneaking his right hand beneath the fabric of my legs, putting his fingers on my clit. With slow movements, he collected some of my slick that had run out of my core, spreading it over his fingers and my pearl. I couldnât help myself but moan out his name. âYes, my little petal. Let them hear you.â Thranduil whispered cockily in my ear and I clasped a hand in front of my mouth, which he quickly took away again. âOh no, my sweet darling. You are my queen. You do not hide.â
âBut you cant justâŠâ My argument was shut down by another moan rolling off my lips, this time a bit quieter, but still clearly hearable for elven ears. âI can and I will.â Thranduil retorted. âI am the king. I can do with my plaything whatever I want and whenever I want it. Not even you will keep me from it.â
I wanted to say something, but the faint thrumming of several pairs of feet made me bite my tongue, trying my best to keep my face straight even though Thranduil had not stopped his soft touches on my core. He was not moving inside of me and thanked the spirits for it, as I would not have been able to keep quiet otherwise. I knew it was obvious for everyone what was happening on the kings throne, but none of the guards reacted openly, even though I thought to have seen some smirks quickly cross their faces.
My dress didnât do much to hide my growing arousal, my nipples hard and stiff against the silk, Thranduils rings still glittering through the fabric between my legs. And to my dismay, he brushed his free hand over my breasts, making my head roll back onto his shoulder. âThatâs it, gilgalad. Feel me.â He cued into my ear, kissing my neck and my cheek. âI will make you come and you will let me, understand?â
âYes, my king.â I yelped out, closing my eyes at the tingly feeling, that started to slowly build inside of me. With another flick of his fingers, he made me twitch around his cock, growling slightly. âJust like that, darling.â Then his attention shifted from me towards the dwarves that stomped through the halls. Even though they were almost half the size of the elves, their steps were loud and unflattering to the ear, making me shiver and clench my jaw at the interruption.
Thranduil of course noticed, kissing my ear. âThey should have taken of their shoes. But then again, I can just make them stop walking. The smell on the other hand I cant control.â I chuckled at his words, my shaking body causing his cock to hit my sweet spot deep inside of me. I yelped, biting my tongue. The hot feeling inside of my body suddenly becoming more prominent.
âAdar.â Legolas voice ripped me out of my fogged up brain and I looked at him. A smile crept on his lips, as he shamelessly stared between my legs. I tried to close them, but Thranduil kept me in place with a slight slap on my clit. I hissed out, clenching around his cock in revenge. But unlike me, the king did not react besides a slight tilt of the head.
âLegolas.â He greeted his son, shuffling a bit on this throne to look at the group in front of us properly. âI see you have brought guests.â
âThey were wandering around in the forest. We saved them from being killed by spiders.â Legolas explained, still not taking his eyes away from me. He knew it was a dangerous game to play, but being the son of Thranduil he obviously grew up to be as cocky. His father did also notice his staring, raising an eyebrow. âSomething else, you want to add?â
Just like his father, Legolas tilted his head the same way. âNothing of important matter.â A sly grin on his lips, he leaned against a pillar behind him. Thranduil just scoffed, slightly speeding up the movements of his fingers. He turned his attention towards the dwarves and I could feel him suck in a deep breath.
âThorin, son of ThrĂĄin, son of ThrĂłr king under the mountain.â He greeted the tallest dwarf, who immediately puffed his chest, looking him straight in the eyes. âKing Thranduil.â Came the short answer, a suppressed anger in the dwarfs voice. Thranduil did not openly react to it, just letting his left hand delicately brush over my nipples again. Taking the left one between his fingers, he tugged on it, making me involuntarily moan out.
âTell me dwarf. What is the matter of your visit?â He asked, not even caring to look at the other man, studying my face as it contorted in pleasure. The answer that followed would have cost the dwarf his head, would it not have been for me to sit on Thranduils lap: âWe came to seek aid, because unlike you, we have much more important things to do than pleasure a little mistress.â
Immediately two guards had the dwarf on his knees, dragging him closer to the throne, while the others aimed their weapons at the group. âWatch your mouth, scum. This is the queen you are talking about.â One guard growled, harshly tilting Thorins head back, so he was forced to look at the king. Thranduil just smiled one of his arrogant but angry smiles: âWhat would your people know of pleasuring a woman? Clearly there is not much desirable about your kin.â
And while he was reprimanding the dwarf in front of him, he once again sped up his finger play on my core. The other hand now openly gripping my breasts, tugging on my nipples, until I couldnât help myself but become a moaning and shivering mess on his lap. The people in front of me faded out of my brain, my focus only on the kings touches and his cock sheathed deep inside of me.
Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. I didnât care where I was and who was all watching me slowly but surely come undone in the kingâs lap. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body.
I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Thranduils shoulders, nails gripping his arm. âOh god, please. This feels so good.â I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth between my legs. Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than his name. Thranduil didnât seem to mind one bit either, every cry that left my lips spurring him on further.
âI got you.â Thranduil promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my pleasure. Forcing my head back to look at him, I gasped at the sudden possessiveness that overruled everything in him. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.
And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Thranduils mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would still be ringing undeniably loud through the halls. His actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around his cock. That had him nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. âWatch it, nin iell.â He teased. âYou donât want to end it that quickly do you?â
âNo!â I yelped, tugging his hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. âGood girl.â Thranduil growled behind me. âBecause you take what I give you, like the good little slut you are, isnât that right?â
âYes, my king.â My voice was shaky, barely above a whisper and he took it as a sign to let go of me. Just holding me at my hips, he turned to look at the kneeling dwarf before him. âExcuse me. What was it that you wanted?â The sheer arrogance, that laced his words was filling the air, dripping onto the floor, and poisoning everything it touches. Thorin took a deep breath, clearly biting down the words he wanted to say. âAid, my king.â He repeated between gritted teeth, shaking the hands of the elven guards from his shoulder and standing back up.
Thranduil leaned himself to the side, gently resting his chin on his fingers, as he watched the dwarves. âSome may imagine that noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive. Attempted burglary, or something of that ilk.â
Thorin did not say anything, but his lips twitched slightly, obviously not going unnoticed by my husbands eyes. Thranduil, tapped my hip, before he simply heaved me from his lap, making me stand in front of him as a shield. After he had sorted himself, he stepped down the stairs, while I took my seat in his throne, cuddling into his warm cloak, watching the interrogation unfold in front or my eyes.
Thranduil stopped besides Thorin, leaning down on his eye level. âYou have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you. The right to rule. The kings jewel. The Arkenstoneâ His words made Thorin look aside, while Thranduil slowly stepped back, stopping in front of me, his eyes still fixated on Thorin. Keeping on talking, he slowly entangled the plan of the dwarves. âIt is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that.â Looking at me with a smile.
âThere are gems in the mountain, that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help.â Thranduil bowed his head. That made Thorin chuckle: âI am listening.â Immediately my husband stone changed, growing darker, a slight threat in his voice: âI will let you go. If you but return what is mine.â
Thorin turned, walking to the edge of the platform. âA favor for a favor.â And I could hear he did not trust one thing Thranduil was saying.
âYou have my word.â My husband pressed on. âOne king to another.â
âI would not trust Thranduil the great king to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us.â Thorin turned around, pointing a finger at my husband, before he started yelling again. âYou lack all honor. I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once. Starving, Homeless. Seeking your help. But you turned your back. You turned away form the suffering of my people in the inferno that destroyed us. Imrid amrĂąd ursul!â
I gasped, as I heard Thorin wish a fiery death upon my husband. Jumping from my seat, I was about to yell at him, but Thranduil raised his hand, my light elven feet clearly too loud for his ears. Taking a step towards Thorin, he bent down once again. âDo not speak to me about dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin.â Knowing what he was about to do, I balled a fist, gripping tightly at his cloak, when I watched him reveal his scar. I could only see the outer edges that covered his chin.
âI have faced the great serpents of the north.â Thranduil pulled back, stepping closer to me. His whole demeanor changed. Was it before slightly arrogant but still willing to help. It was now hard and hateful. Something he rarely let me see. Still keeping his voice in check, he walked towards the stairs, giving me an apologetic look before turning back to Thorin. âI warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon. But he would not listen.â
Thranduil slowly walked up the steps and I shuffled to stand up, but he just signaled me to stay seated. Taking his stand next to me, hands clasped behind his back. âYou are just like him.â Then he waved his arms. The guards immediately jumping to action, grabbing the dwarves. âStay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I am patient. I can wait.â
The guards were about to drag the dwarves of, when I rose from my seat. âWait.â All action stopped, the dwarves looking at me with wide eyes. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, stopping in front of Thorin. In comparison to Thranduil he looked tiny, but when I stood next to him, he reached up to my eyes. Looking me straight in the eyes, he challenged me by tilting his head. âLook at that. Thranduils little pet, decides to come to our aid. We do not need your help, woman.â He spat directly in front of me, missing my feet by mere inches.
âCareful of your words, dwarf. I am currently the only one between you and my husbands wrath.â I smiled, mimicking my husband as good as possible. It did not seem to help anything, as Thorin just chuckled. âAre you sure you are not a dwarf yourself? You barely outgrew me.â
âI am an elf.â I said, clenching my jaw. âAnd only a fool would underestimate his opponent that greatly. Are you perhaps a fool, dwarf?â
âI am no fool!â He yelled out and I couldnât help but chuckle: âOh my apologies. Your latest actions must have misled me.â Sighing I stepped around him, taking a closer look at the rest of the group. âYou really should take my husbands offer. A small chest of white stones in exchange of an army. That is a small prize to pay, considering the wealth of that mountain.â The rest of the dwarves had agreeing looks on their faces, but none of them dared to speak up against their leader.
âWhy are you so set on getting those stones? Is you wardrobe not full enough?â Thorin gritted out, the hate still very prominent in his face. I waved him off. âAh, I do not care about jewelsâŠâ
âYour clothes speak different, woman.â He spat out, interrupting me. Slowly I was getting angrier at his antics, twirling around on my heels. But Thorin wasnât finished making fun of me: âYou walk around this realm. Clothed in nothing more than what can be called an excuse of clothing. A tease to everyoneâs eyes and yet, your king enables it by ordering everybody to shy away their gaze. And still, everyone is able to see your form, covered in gemstones from head to toe and you dare to claim not to care about jewels? I bet you even have them stuck up your womanhood. Thatâs how greedy you are for them!â
âTake his head!â Thranduils voice thundered through the halls. His words making everyone gasp out in fear, the guards holding him, now forcing him down, a blade on his throat, ready to cut it at my command. I just raised my hand to stop them. âI do not need to answer your foul accusations, dwarf. But if you may know, those stones and dresses are a gift of my husband. I wear them, to please his eye and only his. As for his orders, I have asked him to at least loosen the punishments, and for our people he has. But you are an outsider. Clearly not able to respect a woman, so why should you be allowed to set eye on her?â Stepping closer to him, I looked him deep into the eyes, before carrying on: âAnd for those white stones. They were an heirloom of his late wife. They hold great worth to him.â
Thorins lips contorted into a wicked grin. âAn heirloom of his late wife. Look at that. The second one defending her husband. To blind to see, he will never love her the way he did with his first. Tell me how does it feel to always be second? To always be reminded of the woman he lost? The mother of his son?â Thatâs when it snapped in me.
I slapped him across the face, my eyes squinted in anger and I had to physically hold back my voice to not yell at him: âI have given you another chance. Offered you a way out. And yet you stand here, still spitting on the help we offer. Spitting on Legolas mother. There is no competition between us. I know he loved her with all his heart and there is still love in there for her, but that does not dull his love for me. I can see that you are bitter. Too bitter to see the good around you. Your people will die because of your wrathful greed. You lead them into death by dragon fire just because you are to arrogant to accept help. I might not have met many dwarves, but you, Thorin, son of ThrĂĄin, son of ThrĂłr, king under the mountain are clearly the most arrogant and hateful one.â
Then I looked at the guards. ïżœïżœïżœFinish my husbands order. Take them to the dungeons. Let them rot.â Turning on my heels again, I made my way away from the throne. One the one hand to give my mind peace and to hid the tears that were about to form in my eyes. Thorins words had hit dead center. I knew I should not doubt Thranduils love for me, but still. A part of me, was contemplating whether he was still hanging on his late wife or not. I did not really look where I was going, letting my feet carry me through the kingdom halls. The tears had now pressed themselves to the surface, rolling down my cheeks in big paths and making my vision blurry.
When I stopped, I realized I was in my old chambers. The one I had moved into centuries ago, when I stumbled into Mirkwood by accident. Originally, I was an elf of Imraldis. Elronds cousin to be exact, but I wanted to see the world before I was to marry. My path bringing me into the woods of Mirkwood. What I did not know, was the severity of the spiders. Underestimating the danger, I soon found myself surrounded by five of them, a venomous bit in my left shoulder. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remembered was Legolas and another elf leaning over me and caring for my wound.
After I had healed, I was brought before the king. He offered me shelter and I had taken his offer gladly. Not knowing who I was, I simply took a role as a soldier of Mirkwood, going on patrol with Legolas to keep the borders safe. It took several years, before Elrond had figured out where I went. With the cause to bring me back, he stormed into the halls, demanding to know why the king would let his cousin do such a dangerous job. Thranduil not knowing let to a big fight between the normally very close elves. And after I had refused to go home with Elrond, I was taken from my patrol and sorted to do the more strategic part of military tasks. My new role forcing me to work closer with the king and slowly we became friends. That friendship turned into love and Thranduil started to court me until we finally got married.
I was too caught up with my tears and the memories streaming into my brain, that I did not hear the footsteps approaching me from behind. So, when a hand touched me, I whirled around ready to fight. Btu strong arms held me close, the strong smell of pine, red berries and a hint of frozen mint entangling me, announcing the person holding me as my husband. âShhh donât cry, meleth. Please. There is no needâŠâ
âNo need?â I yelled, tripping over my own words. âHe read my like a book just by looking at me. Every word of his is true!â
âNot all of them.â Thranduil calmly stated. It made me reel out in wicked laughter, the tears streaming down my red cheeks before dropping onto my chest. âOh spare me. I know you love your late wife. You always had and you always will. I am merely a distraction for you, one you grew to love the image of rather than the truth.â
âMelethâŠâ He started, but I just stepped out of his hold. âNo, Thranduil. Donât call me that ever again.â My words visibly made him angry, but he held back, letting me speak my mind: âWe have lived a lie. A dream. Me too blind to see and you to torn by your feelings to understand the truth. You long for your late wife everyday. Thatâs why you keep distracting yourself with dressing me up, so that you donât have to look me in the eye and see I am not her. And I let you do it. To stupid to see the poison it brought to my body, believing it was just your way of loving me.â
âThatâs what you think?â His voice was quiet. A slight tremble to it.
âI know it is.â I simply answered, not daring to look at him.
âSo, you want this to end? Just because a bitter dwarf told you to?â He asked, angrily taking of his crown and throwing it against the wall. It splattered into thousands of tiny pieces, scattering around the floor. âThatâs how much I love you. I would give up all of this, to be with you. Why donât you see that?â He started to take of his jewels, throwing them against the wall as well. And with every piece of stone that shattered, a piece of my heart broke, until I couldnât help myself but sink to my knees.
He was by my side immediately. âListen to me, bereth. As it might be true, that I deeply loved my wife and that I still hold her very dearly. It means nothing compared to you. She is the mother of my child. You are the light of my life. I love you with all my heart and I want to spent eternity with you. Donât listen to the words of that dwarf, as he knows nothing about love.â
I was still doubtful. The words of Thorin still present in my ears. âYou just say that to keep me as your wife.â
Thranduil rose back to his feet, now angrily pacing through the room. âIf its that what you want, we shall separate. I cannot divorce you because of our social standing. But I shall leave you be. You will be cared for and every wish shall be fulfilled, but I will never bother you again.â He forced his hands through his hair, making it all messed up, before he looked at me again: âI do not say things lightly and you know that. I have lived thousands of years to see people fall in and out of love. And if you are⊠Then so shall it be.â
There he was again. The cold king I had met centuries ago. The stiff shell of what he once was, hiding behind power and coldness. It broke my heart seeing him like that and the pull I felt inside of me, made me realize how wrong I was about him. About us. Before he could turn to leave, I sprung to my feet, grabbing his hand. âI am sorry.â
He stilled in his movements, tilting his head to look at me, his gaze harsh and unmoving. âI am sorry.â I repeated. âI was not thinking clearly⊠Thorins words⊠They were so hard, so⊠real. It made my mind underestimate your love for me. Please forgive me, herven. I⊠I always fear you will leave me one day. Realizing it meant nothing for you. And when he said that⊠It all became so real, so true. I could not bear the thought of you leaving me, so I fled. Making myself believe that if I were the one to decide, it would not be so harsh on my mind.â
A soft smile crept up his lips, before he took me in a long and warm embrace, wrapping his cloak around us both. âOh, you stupid little girl. Why did you not tell me about your fears? I would have done more to show you otherwise.â
âDonât call me a little girl.â I grumbled against his chest, hitting him with my fist. That only caused him to laugh out loud. âBut you are. Merely overtaking dwarfs by half a head. Just a little more than a decade older than my son.â
âThat is only shining a bad light upon you. Grooming an elleth that is the age of your child. You should be arrested for sacrilegious acts.â I teased, slowly gaining my confidence back. I looked up, only to be met with Thranduils love sick blue eyes watching me intently. At my words he raised an eyebrow. âIs that so? I believe you should stop me then. Or do you perhaps relish in the way I am corrupting you?â
I was speechless. My mouth opening and closing without the words coming out. My brain was mushy, melting under his strong gaze. That only seemed to spur him on even more. âAre you falling out of words, pĂźn iell?â Letting his hands slowly graze down my body until they reached my thighs, he lifted me up. Out of instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge of his pants pressing against my core. His expression turned smug, when he saw my nipples again peaking through the thin fabric. âYou donât have to say it. Your body speaks enough.â
With that he carried me out of the room, but we didnât get far, as he crashed us into the next wall, his lips feverish on mine. I sighed deeply, when I felt him press against me as desperate as I was. Letting my hands wander through his hair, I pulled on the strands that normally were very orderly sorted on his head. But now I had turned them into a mess. âThranduilâŠâ I moaned, pressing myself even closer to him.
âI got you, meleth. I am here. You are safe.â He groaned against my lips.
âBed.â I breathed out and he chuckled. âWhich one? Ours or just any bed?â
âI hate you.â I said, leaning my face against his chest to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks. He took my chin into his hand, softly turning it, so that I had to look him into the eyes. His blue orbs were burning with desire and lust, making me speechless. âI am the king. I own every bed in this realm. So, if you should ever desire something else than ours, you shall have it. Besides. I would not mind fucking you on any bed or surface. By Valar, I would even fuck you in front all of my people to show how much I love you.â
âI figured.â I retorted, cockily. âWhat even was that back in the throne room? I know you are a possessive man, but that was something new. Even for you.â He smirked, tilting his head. âHow do you thing I have managed to stay sane over all those years? A creature living this long needs to be creative to make life worth living.â
âMhm. Sure. And now what's the truth?â I asked, not falling for his sly answer. âI was just incredible horny for my wife.â He whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. âSo horny, that you would bring me to an orgasm in front of our guests?â I breathed, holding onto his shoulders. âYes.â Was all he said, before he pressed his lips onto mine once again.
A scattering sound made us flinch apart, only to see a young servant standing in the middle of the hall, a load of books spread to his feet. âMy king, my queen.â He bowed deeply, before he sunk to his knees to grab the books. âI am so sorry for interrupting, I did not intent to walk here, but I got lost on my way back to the library. Please forgive me.â
Quickly I shuffled out of Thranduils hold, kneeling besides the servant. I helped him sort his books, putting a hand on his shoulder. âIts alright. You are new, are you not?â
âYes, your majesty. I am a new scribe in the library.â He didnât dare to look at me, his eyes trained onto the books. I sighed deeply, wondering what the older elves had told him would happen if he were to look at me. âYou know you can look me into the eyes.â I chuckled, ignoring the low huff of my husband behind me.
âI am not to look at the queen. Thatâs what I have been told by Cabron.â He answered. âHe said I would be thrown into the dungeon where my eyes would be poked out and I was to rot to death.â
I couldnât help but laugh. âDo not fear me or the wrath of my husband. Cabron is a very⊠lets say teasing ellon. He was just messing with you. The rule is not to stare at me, looking me in the eyes, when I speak with you is fine.â
âIts not.â Thranduil grumbled behind me, but I shushed him. âDonât listen to him. He is particularly grumpy today, as he had a run in with dwarves.â Then I stepped next to him. âIf you want to the library, you walk down that corridor, take the first left turn, follow the path to the end and then turn right. After that you should be close enough to the library to know.â
The servant bowed again. âThank you, your majesty.â Then he ran off the way I described to him. Looking at Thranduil, I raised an eyebrow. âLook at what you are doing to the young ellons. The older elves might understand your words in their meaning, but they are using it to torment the young ones.â He didnât seem to be bothered one bit. âWhat a shameâŠâ Slowly stalking towards me, a grin spread over his face. âThat makes me think of something I said earlier.â
âAnd what would that be?â I asked breathless, fleeing backwards from my husband. The grin on his lips turning more wolfish with every step he took. âI shall take you where anyone can hear you.â
âYou wouldnât dare.â I shrieked; my eyes wide in shock.
âOh, and how I would. And I will teach that scum of a dwarf a lesson.â He stopped his prowl, looking at me as if he was thinking about something. And then he yelled at me: âRUN!â
Before I even completely comprehended his words, my body reacted to his command. Gathering my skirt, I turned on the spot, fleeing down the hall, Thranduil hot on my heels. I was giggling like a little child, as I raced through the kingdom. Elves forced to jump aside, looking after us, as we passed them. Soon I was caught between a stone wall, the cliff of a path just above the dungeons and Thranduil blocking my only way out. Trying my best to catch my breath, I leaned against the wall, forcefully slowing my breathing. Then realization dawned on my face: âYou routed me hereâŠâ
âI did.â There was no regret in his voice, the sly smile still present on his lips. His shoulders were heaving in big breaths, the fabric of his tunic stretching across his chest and arms as he flexed them against the wall. Slowly stalking towards me, he forced me deeper into the dungeon, until my back hit the wall. I looked to the side and down the cliff. Beneath me, I could see the dwarves being captured in their cells. Thorin looking right back at me.
He was about the same height we were currently at, the others of his company below us or him, unable to see what was happening. That didnât keep them from listening. âThorin. What's going on up there.â A young voice called out. Thorinâs face contorted, as he answered. âNothing, Kili. Just the elven king giving into the desire of his flesh once more.â
âWhat does that even mean?â Kili asked, another voice, very similar to his answered him: âIt means the elven king is about to fuck his wife just above you, you moron.â
âFili!â Thorin thundered, but I couldnât help but laugh. Even Thranduil had a sly smile on his lips, securely hidden from the dwarves.
âIt seems like you have pulled our guests attention, nin iell.â He cockily said and I knew that he was staging a play. Tilting my head, I played along: âGood thing you are here to prevent me from any more danger.â
âIndeed.â He said, letting his eyes shamelessly run over my body. Then with one big last step, he closed the distance between us, picking me up once more. âThranduil!â I yelped out, clutching at his arms and wrapping my legs around him. He tightened his arms around me, pressing me against the wall. It caused me to make a soft noise, something between a moan and a purr.
Thranduil grinned wolfishly, as one hand wandered from my face, down my shoulder, gripping the belt of my dress. And with one sharp tug, he ripped it from my body. I gasped at his sudden show of violence, the dress falling open. It was one of his favorite dresses. Basically, one long piece of fabric cut into two strands one side up to the middle. To wear it, I simply laid the two strands above my body, while the single strand covered my back. Then I wore a belt to safely secure it around my waist, sorting the fabric over my chest. Now those two strands were flaring widely open, only held between my legs.
Letting the belt fall to the ground, Thranduil gripped the fabric of the dress, slowly pulling it out between us, before he disregarded it onto the floor as well. Now I was naked, my back pressed against the cold stone wall.
âPlease.â I begged, making the elf before me hoarsely chuckle, his teeth were grazing my earlobe, biting it gently.
âPlease, what?â He asked as he pulled away, his eyes now dark with lust and desire.
âPlease touch me.â I breathlessly whispered. It was all he needed. Without wasting any second, his lips captured mine, locking them in the most passionate and fiery way he could muster. The feeling of his lips against mine was enough to knock the air out of my lungs, not to mention the force of his tongue inside my mouth, it was enough to have my mind reeling.
He gently put me down, leaning me against the wall, as he knelt in front of me. Spreading his cloak on the floor to give some warmth from the cold stone. Patting the fabric in front of him, he looked at me with the uttermost desire I had ever seen a man look at me with. Fully aware of Thorins eyes upon me, I walked around Thranduil, taking my place on the ground beneath him. A sly grin on his lips, he shuffled between my legs, throwing one last glance to the dwarf watching us, before he simply dove down.
âOh my GOD!â His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.
While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. âMelethron!â I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my core. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. âBy Valar, how I love this.â His voice was nearly a growl. âAnd by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.â
He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back, gripping the fabric of his cloak at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.
âFuck!â I yelped out, his finger finding the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My walls pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.Â
I cried out for him. âIâm so close, please donât stop! Please donât stop!â My back began to arch off the ground, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my core as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. âOh myâŠâ I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. âThranduil!â I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldnât take any more and had to pull him away.
âOh, how I love seeing you like this. All ready for me.â Thranduil snickered, his eyes trained on the spot between my legs. I could feel my wetness slowly dripping out of my core, running down onto his cloak. âTo bad, a certain dwarf had to interrupt me fucking you on my throne. Making you the queen you were born to be. I would have fucked my seed so deep inside of you. Taking you until you are begging for me to stop. Making you a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have carried you back to our chambers, my cum leaking out of your pretty little pussy.â
I whined at his words, my body instinctively arching. âYou are so needy for me. My beautiful little slut.â Playing with my folds, he pulled another moan from my lips. Forcing them into me, he curled them once more, finding my sweet spot just so easily, reaching places I couldnât reach myself. âThis pussy belongs to me, you hear me?â
âYes.â I breathed out, my voice high pitched from the pleasure he was once again granting me.
âYes what?â He snarled, his blue eyes squinting with a slight threat that shot the heat right between my legs.
âYes, my king.â I mewled. âPlease. I need you. PleaseâŠâ Sounding like a needy child, I cried out for him, spreading my legs further to coax him in. He stopped moving his fingers inside of me, slowly pulling them out. âDo it again. Beg for it. I know you want to.â
âThranduilâŠâ My moan was reflected by the walls, traveling through the halls up to the throne room. âPlease, my king. I need you. I want you to take me. Make me your queen, pleaseâŠâ Without a warning, he lined his cock up with my entrance, bottoming out in one go. I yelped at the pain of being stretched so suddenly, but it soon subsided, when he started his slow and passionate pace. He wanted to take his time. Relish in the moment.
I was a quivering mess beneath him. My eyes rolling back into my head, lips hanging open, hands gripping at everything they felt. He growled above me, causing my eyes to snap open. Like a ravenous predator, his eyes captured mine. A desire burning inside of them that only he could produce. âPleaseâŠâ I whimpered once again, now completely pushed into submission by his demeanor. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. Then he turned my head towards the cliff. âLook at him.â Thranduil ordered and I opened my eyes, seeing Thorin stand in his cell. His hands harshly gripping the metal rods of the door.
Thranduil tapped my lips with his fingers and I obediently opened my mouth, taking his long digits down my throat. I choked on their length, but forced down the gag reflex. âHands above your head.â He ordered and I quickly moved them where he wanted them. His response was taking them into his big hand, the pace switching from slow to a more moderate speed, knocking the air out of my lungs.
My head hung back, my lips being parted by his fingers, drool running down my cheeks, as I gave myself to him. The searing heat returning, starting between my legs and slowly burning its way through every fiber of my body. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, the sound of him growling my name and cursing in elvish dragging me towards the edge in record speed. I tried to ask for more, but his fingers restrained me from forming a coherent sentence. With a knowing grin, he let go of my mouth, looking at me challengingly: âWhat is it, nin iell?â
âM⊠More.â I moaned out. âPlease. I need more.â He hummed at my request, bending down to kiss me. âHmmm. My little petal. So eager to be fucked. Wishing to be ruined by her king.â He murmured between kisses, smothering every inch of my body he could reach. Unable to even process his words, he caught me by surprise, when he took my right leg and threw it over his shoulder, the space now enabling him to pound into me even deeper.
âThranduil!â I cried out, twitching beneath him and trying to get away from his harsh thrusts. His cock hitting me deeply and perfectly on my sweet spot, to an extend that I wasnât sure if it was still pleasure that shot through my body. âThis was what you requested, was it not?â He cued and I couldnât help but mewl. âIt is what you begged me for. To give you more, isnât that right, gilgalad?â
Trying my hardest to answer him, I opened my lips, bit my sentence got ripped away by the sudden moan that rushed through my lips. Even though I was staring at my husband, I wasnât really able to focus on anything in particular. All my attention laying on the feelings he freed deeply in my body. âThere⊠PleaseâŠâ My words were slurred and hasty, my brain drunken from the pleasure overtaking my body. âHere?â He cockily asked, repeating the exact movement that had me reeling in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation. âOr perhaps here?â Dragging his free hand over my body, he pinched my nipples hard, before he let his fingers wander lower. Circling my clit with soft little touches, he watched me, as I fell apart.
Searing hot the fire rushed through my veins. I tried to warn him from my upcoming orgasm, but my body was faster than my mind. My walls clamping down around his cock, I shakily came undone beneath him, the cry of his name ringing through the halls and echoing in the distance. A string of elvish curse words left my husband, my hip now marked in a new red bruise of his hand. But he didnât falter in his thrusts. Relentlessly pounding into me, knowingly overstimulating me in the chase of his own release.
âI⊠Cant⊠Please⊠cantâŠâ I cried out, but he cut me off with a hand around my throat. âTake it.â He growled. âI know you can. Be a good girl for me and take my cock.â His eyes were burning dark, the wild lust flaming through his pupils. And then he squeezed my throat, watching me, as my eyes rolled back into my head once more. The cry of his name, caught in my throat, my body overshooting with bliss and a blinding fire.
Trembling. Thatâs what I was able to do and not much more. My frame buried beneath the king, as he captured my swollen lips with his, only giving me short allowances of air. My vision got blurry, a tingly feeling spreading through my limps and I nearly missed the second wave of hot pleasure racing through my body. Thranduil of course noticed by the way my walls were gripping him once more. âCome.â He demanded. âCome for me again.â
It was all I needed to hear, when he let go of my throat, supporting his weight on both of his arms, letting go of my hands. Shattering around him a second time, I gripped his shoulders, pressing myself against his frame to find something to ground me against the violent shivers that overtook my body. It was blinding and breathtaking, as I released the blistering heat in my body with a cry of his name, that was surely heard in all Mirkwood.
I barely noticed him being brought to his own release, the stuttering pulse of my walls, finally pulling him over the edge as well. A growl on his lips, he captured my mouth with his, forcing me into a heated and passionate kiss. The once harsh and fervent snaps of his hips melted into soft bucks, rolling against my core until he slowly came to a stop.
It took him a few moments to find his composure again, but when he did, he slowly pulled out of me and I couldnât help myself but curse. âI am sorry, meleth nin.â He whispered, stroking the hair out of my face. âI should have been softer on you.â Looking over my body, he let his hand rest against my core, cooling the heated flesh with his cold touch. Then he got up on his feet, and I only now realized, that he was still wearing all of his clothes. Smiling at him, I tried to get up, but he shook his head.
âRest, meleth, I will take care of you.â Once he had his clothes sorted, he kneeled down next to me again, carefully wrapping his cloak around my shivering body, the coldness of the dungeons slowly creeping into my bones. âThranduilâŠâ I whimpered out, trying to reach out for him, but he shushed me immediately. âIts alright, little ithil. I got you.â Then he turned to grab my dress, but his action were interrupted by a sly grin. Handing me the belt, he crumpled the fabric into a ball. Getting up to his feet, he hurled it across the distance, directly between two metal rods of Thorins cell and directly into his face.
âKeep it as a reminder of your place, dwarf.â Thranduil gritted out between his teeth an arrogant and possessive smile on his lips. Thorin looked as surprised as I was, but his expression quickly turning sour. âYou will pay for this, elf!â He yelled, but Thranduil just chuckled. âWe will see about that.â Picking me up from the ground, he made his way through the dungeon and up the little pathways. In the distance I could still hear Thorin cursing us out in Khuzdul, his voice quickly fading into nothing more than a quiet background noiseâŠ
On our way back to our chambers, we passed several elves all of which carried a sly smile on their lips, that could have rivaled my husband himself.
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