#legolas mom

[agathne]

SERIES MASTERLIST | THERE'S MILLIONS OF ME DARLING

"King Thranduil of Mirkwood was known for his bountiful reign - but no one speaks of his Queen. Only those with a sharp memory can remember their love - how it almost destroyed the very realm."

Thranduil and Legolas are sent to the past where the Elvenqueen is still alive - the only problem is; she can't remember them. In which, Legolas is the very reason he exists.

Chapter One: A River of Stars Chapter Two: Cirdan the Shipwright Chapter Three: Brightest of Mornings Chapter Four: She Left You a Son Chapter Five: A Mother's Embrace Chapter Six: Thranduil of Greenwood

AU's

The Moon - Elrond walks in when his daughter is about to lock lips with Thranduil.

[leggy-lass]

A little height headcanon practice!

(Left to right: Thranduil, Bâlaledir, Bremirethil, Laereilis, Legolas, Gimli)

Credits to @matrose for Legolas’ Mother and siblings!

Btw heights are in feet

[skyward-floored]

fic idea for lu where all of the Links dead bio parents are chilling up in the sacred realm or wherever and they all get together and watch all of their sons meet and goof off and are basically just the unseen cheering section

[apparentlyautistick]

Thranduil, Baby Legolas, and his Mum (no idea what her name was eheh)

[tathrin]

I was thinking about the weirdness of LaCE and the whole sex=soul-marriage thing again (as you do) and a thought struck me:

what if the way it works in cases of assault (or is believed to work by the elves; in this case it doesn't matter if it's actually what happens of just what they think) is that you don't end up with a full-on bond, no, but you do get bits of connection, like hooks stuck in your soul from the other person(s)?

And—if we run with the worst interpretation of the Celebrían situation—what if that's what motivates Elladan and Elrohir to be so determined to hunt down every single orc in Middle-earth?

If Celebrían left because she couldn't bear the feeling or thought or those orc-hooks in her soul (or the ptsd flashbacks and trauma that made it easy to assume the stories were true, and that's what was happening to cause her misery) and hoped that crossing the Sundering Sea would cut them off, or at least blunt them and let the scars heal...

Well, the twins know that you can't really sail back, of course they do. They know!

But Glorfindel did. And a whole host of elves came once, during the War of Wrath. So it's not that nobody has, ever. (They can look up and see their grandfather sailing in the sky every night, out of the Undying Lands. Maybe somebody could hitch a ride...?)

If they can make Middle-earth safe for her again...well, maybe she won't come home. But at least then she could, if a chance ever came to leave and cross the Sea again. She could.

And even if she doesn't, at least when they Sail*, they can tell her that they slew her nightmares, finally.

And maybe that will be enough.

[legolasghosty]

"There's a cactus in my car..." is giving me Willex vibes for sure.

Hehehe okay here you are! With... pretty darn close to the original context.

It was in the fridge first. Alex opened it one morning to get out the milk and there it was, on the top shelf, wearing that sleepy smile he's now become quite familiar with. He'd just stood there for at least a minute, shivering in his pajamas in front of the open fridge as he stared at it. Willie had entered the room a moment later and busted up laughing.

Apparently it had been a gag gift from some friend of theirs. Willie claimed it, "Added enrichment to their enclosure." Alex wasn't totally sure about that. But he chuckled anyway and went on with his day.

The next time, it was in the medicine cabinet in their bathroom. Alex, still half asleep, went to grab his toothbrush and found the mirror already partially ajar, held out an inch from the frame by the soft, creamy white 'pot'. He'd laughed that time, less confused by its existence. He'd taken a picture and sent it to Willie, who'd left early for work, claiming it must have borrowed their toothbrush.

When he found it in the microwave a few days later, he decided it was time to get revenge. He re-hid it under one of Willie's hoodies and went about his day. It became a Thing after that. One would hide it, the other would find it somewhere in their home and move it. It became a part of their routine, like going grocery shopping on Tuesdays and sleeping in together on Fridays. One more part of their daily existences twined together in a way that made Alex's chest feel all floaty.

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Alex stares into the back of the van. He really shouldn't be as surprised as he is. Willie has found all sorts of insane places to put it, from tucked into their bed to hanging by its fluffy little feet from a light fixture. And yet, the thought that Willie would have figured out a way to make it follow him to the band's out of town gig in San Fransisco never crossed his mind.

"Hey Alex, something wrong with the gear?" Luke asks, coming around the side, already nearly vibrating out of his skin with energy.

Alex shakes his head quickly. "Nope," he answers, voice pitched a bit higher than he intended.

"Then let's get stuff unloaded," Luke decides, moving past him to reach for his beloved guitar case. Then he freezes, apparently spying their little stowaway. "Uh. What is that?"

Alex shrugs helplessly, then bursts into giggles. He can't help it. The whole thing is just too random and so deeply Willie. They'd gotten all of their gear into the van the day before, so Willie must have snuck it in sometime between dinner last night and when they left LA early this morning.

"What are we staring at?" Julie mumbles as she joins them behind the van, stifling a yawn.

Luke points to it silently. Alex pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of it, nestled just right between his kick and the cymbals.

"What even is that?" Julie questions, rubbing at her eyes. Alex sometimes envies her the ability to sleep in moving vehicles.

"It's Willie's," Alex explains. "Long story." He leans forward and collects the little plush. "Don't worry about it."

Reggie comes back just then with one of the venue people right behind him. "Good news, we can unload right here," he announces, before catching sight of Alex's little friend. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Awesome, thanks Reg," Alex says quickly, avoiding the question. He ducks back into the front seat and sets the visitor down beside his duffle bag.

He can hear his friends laughing behind him, but he ignores it in favor of pulling his phone out.

Alex - There's a cactus in my car.Willie <3 - Wow, weird! You really gotta clean that thing out more often if things are growing in it...Alex - Yep, got some prickers in my hands getting it out.Willie <3 - Youch! Be careful up there in the wild north!Alex - Will do. Love you <3And thanks <3Willie <3 - Love you too, have a good show!

Alex sends back a cactus emoji and the photo he'd taken of the stuffed potted plant in the trunk, then rejoins his band with a smile and a little more energy in his step. Leave it to Willie to make him feel cared for with a stuffed plant in the back of a van. He wouldn't have it any other way.

(The cactus in question)

[sesamenom]

Sketch doodle of possible-reverse-au-legolas (Doriathrim raised in Gondolin and Sirion) and Canon Legolas

[deer-with-a-stick]

The more time I spend explaining Tolkien lore to my brother the more I realize that Tolkien was just batshit insane

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

While Elrond and Celebrian had their thousand year long slow-burn formal courtship, Celebrian and Thranduil got together in a whirlwind romance with less than a month from first meeting to marriage. They both use this to call themselves her "first husband", and have long arguments about who's right.

(Elrond and Thranduil refuse to admit their relationship to each other is anything closer is anything closer than "colleagues", but that's a separate issue.)

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

How Miriel and Finwe met

Finwe’s mama: here, Miriel and Thranduil are going to look after you while i go hunting.

Bby Finwe, hiding behind his mama’s leg: *shaking head* No! Don’t wanna!

Miriel, knealing down: hey, it’ll be ok! You’ll see your mama in no time!

Finwe: *peeks around his mama’s legs*

Finwe: *sees Miriel* *blushes bright red* p-pretty

Miriel: thank you!

Finwe: *blushes even more*

Miriel, getting kinda concerned now: ahh, are you ok? You aren’t sick are you? *puts hand on finwe’s forhead to check the temperature*

Finwe: *a fucking tomato at this point**passes out*

Miriel: aAAAAHHHHHHHH THRANDUIL, COME QUICK! I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED A CHILD!!!

Bonus:

Thranduil, holding his daughter while the other -we’s are hanging off him, sees the crush finwe has on Miriel: *i’m gonna yeet the child* MIRIEL STOP SCREAMING, he’ll live.

Thranduil, mumbling: unfortunately.

Miriel: what was that?

Thranduil: please help me with these demons.

[leggy-lass]

A family tree for Legolas! His mama is never mentioned in canon so I like to give her a little attention. I also am a fan of the Thranduil is blind in both eyes theory so I included two versions of him.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

In case y’all were wondering why I am the way I am, when my mother texted and asked how I was today and I said I actually utilized the free shift smoothie I get at work she said “FUCK YEAH LEGOLAS FUEL FOR THE BATTLE” so yeah I am genetically predisposed to be Like This

[marchioness-of-the-flowers]

It's just me and my increasingly elaborate headcanons for unnamed female characters in Tolkien's works against the world.

[legolasghosty]

Ficlet Friday

(Yes I know it's not Friday, leave me alone!)

Tagged by @bbreaddog (thank youuuu!)

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun!

The Prompts (aka funny/fun/cute things I've heard people say at work in the last week-ish):

"Wait these aren't stairs..."

"He told me a toast is meant to be about someone you're proud of."

"Her cape is so prettyyyyyyy!"

"They should just forfit their bobbleheads."

"But like is it edible? To not gluten free people?"

"There's a cactus in my car..."

"Are you sure?" *sees lanyard* "Ohhhhh you work there."

"The shave ice people can sort themselves out."

"We've been waiting for like 30 minutes already, so it must be coming soon."

Idk that's all I got for now off the top of my head. I write mostly for jatp, but I've been dabbling in rwrb and Dead Boy Detectives as well! So send me prompts!

No pressure tagging @wr0temyway0ut, @innytoes, @fandomscraziness22, and anyone else who wants in!

[sesamenom]

here's some eriador nandor as nomads in the dunland area

(somewhat inspired by cave creature thingol)

i feel like they would favor varda as Lord of Arda over manwe, since without the treelight, their only light source would be the light of her stars + her creations are basically the only ones they're guaranteed to see every day/night.

some groups of the eriador nandor (namely lenwe's group) created glowy starlight tattoos (like a wearable version of feanor's artificial gems) as a dedication to varda (and a convenient light source). and since it's mostly dark except for the starlight, they have purple/sable face paint for war/hunting to enhance the glowy starlight effect. they mostly stop doing this after the rising, though, since the sun/moonlight makes the contrast less effective than regular green/brown camo, and it becomes more of a traditional than practical thing. (maeglin got his color scheme from the sable paint)

eol is one of the former-nomadic-nandor laegrim who migrated sometime in the first age and ended up in nan elmoth (his starlight tattoos eventually faded bc he spent too much time either indoors or in a very dark magic forest and also he was evil so varda stopped recharging him or something)

the rising of the moon and sun + morgoth + men + migration of laegrim leads to an erosion of nandorin nomadic culture (since its a lot harder to wander around mostly-peacefully stargazing when the continent is suddenly full of orcs and men) and by the third age there are like three nandorin nomads left around the southern coastal region

the oldest nandor (born between cuivienen and the rising) are more cave-creature-y, with semi-translucent skin, really big dark blue eyes (like the waters of cuvienen at night), and extra good night vision but worse normal light and color vision. the ones born after the rising have normal skin and eyes, though most of them still have the white/silver teleri hair.