#tauriel of mirkwood

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 12 - "Just a little more"

Tauriel x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Tauriel drowns her sorrows in alcohol.

Warnings/Notes: Alcohol abuse

Word Count: 1403

  Late nights at the tavern were becoming a habit for Tauriel after her empty-handed return from Erebor. In all honesty she didn’t believe she would return but there was a silent agreement between her and Thranduil that night on the mountain that her banishment was lifted, so she came back home.

  Without her best friend at her side to run through patrols, or the dwarf who could’ve become her lover, Tauriel felt rather empty and alone.

  She was still Captain of the Guard and performed her duties well. Now that Thranduil’s heart had ever so slightly softened and the greater evil tainting their lands vanished, patrols were easier and Mirkwood was safer than ever. But it left her with nothing to do or think about. Mirkwood was home but it didn’t feel that way anymore. She had nothing left to occupy her mind of the traumas that came back in nightmares.

  So Tauriel usually tried her best not to sleep or be alone. She was still both kind and strict but found herself lingering among the other elves rather than with them. Which is how she became a frequent presence at the tavern.

  Every night, almost like clockwork, Tauriel would come in, take a seat at her table in the corner and drink an ale or two–sometimes three if her mind was especially noisy–and watch the other elves. Sometimes she had a companion, sometimes not.

  So when the Captain came in much later than usual and plopped herself down at the actual bar, you were surprised.

  “It’s good to see you.” You started the conversation light, unsure what exactly had set her off so, but not wanting to push it any further. You were half worried when she never came but also half relieved, hoping maybe her night had gone better than usual. “How are you, Tauriel?”

  Tauriel’s eyes stayed trained to the bar in front of her, studying the wood grains like code, nails digging into the sides of her stool. Without looking at you she dug in her pocket and dropped a few coins onto the surface with a clatter.

  “Something strong… please.”

  Okay, so something definitely happened. 

  You got a helping of one of the stronger ales and set it in front of Tauriel. She took it with a silent nod and got to work as though the drink had personally offended her.

  The night wore on and what change Tauriel had in her pocket morphed into empty pints and flasks of assorted alcohol. She never had the same drink twice, instead choosing for just about everything she could to further her inebriated state.

  Once the tavern began to settle down, you got a chance to speak.

  Tauriel’s forehead was smushed into one hand, elbow digging into the bar as she tried to keep herself from collapsing onto it. There were a few more coins by her arm that you glanced at before ignoring.

  “Tauriel… is something going on?” You asked her, leaning down a little to try and get a glimpse of her face.

  The other elf simply turned her head, hiding her face. “You’re the bartender, not my therapist. Get me another ale.” She barked the order though it lacked any real malice. So much for a stern captain, now she was practically begging you for another glass.

  “We have the right not to serve those we think have had too much. You’re approaching that line, Tauriel.” You warned.

  “I’m not that drunk.” 

  Elves had a rather strong alcohol tendency but Tauriel’s voice was no longer as clear as it usually was.

  “You’re getting there.”

  “If you won’t hic get me another ale, I’m leaving.”

  Exasperated, you gave up. If Tauriel wanted to drink herself into oblivion, so be it. If it was this bad then something must’ve happened to her… it was only natural to want to forget.

  So you continued serving her until she was the last one in the bar, now hunched over the table like a ragdoll. Her cheek pressed into the warm wood, eyes fluttering as her head began to spin. She never drank this much and it was wearing her down, but she was too scared to stop, too scared to face the memories.

  “Tauriel…” You lowered down again, resting your chin on the bar from the other side and gazing at the slumped redhead. For a moment you thought she passed out but then she groaned quietly.

  “Just… a little… hic… more…” Tauriel slurred, unable to lift her head without being overcome by dizziness. 

  You shook your head, nudging the empty pint away to see her better. “We’re closing, Tauriel. You have to go home now.”

  “Home…” The word rolled unnaturally off her tongue, her nose wrinkling. “Don’t… have a home…”

  “Yes you do.”

  “Doesn’t… hic… feel like it.”

  Your eyebrows creased in concern and you tilted your head a little. Nearly all of Mirkwood knew what Tauriel had been through during the Battle of The Five Armies… it was one of the reasons you treated her the way you did. Fighting fire with fire only caused it to spread, you tried to be the dousing water. The more you thought about it, it was no wonder Tauriel came to drink herself away every night if she truly didn’t feel at home here any longer.

  “Well… you have somewhere to stay. And you should probably go back there for the night. You’re going to have to nurse a nasty hangover in the morning.” You murmured, resting your hand on her forearm. When she whined softly at the touch you moved your other hand to brush the hair from her eyes.

  Tauriel leaned into your touch like a lost puppy. She never let others see her so weak. Ever. But now here she was, a pathetic mess in your hands.

  “I don’t know… what to do.” Tauriel whimpered weakly. “Can’t… keep doing this… can’t… see him… everywhere…”

  Perhaps your return home would have to wait. You couldn’t just send her away like this…

  You slipped your apron off and sat beside her, listening to her drunken babbling and piecing together what plots you could make out.

  And Tauriel poured her heart out in borderline incoherent rambles, crying to you about… well, everything. Legolas, Kili, her parents, her home, the horrors she’d seen, how she couldn’t save him up on that mountain and how he, a dwarf with so much to look forward to, sacrificed himself for a common, boring Captain of Mirkwood who had nothing for her name.

  The guilt poured off her shoulders like a waterfall until her tears were soaking your shirt and your arms were the only thing keeping her from getting a face full of cold ground.

  Tauriel had long forgotten her need to drink, now battling an upset stomach from consuming so much alcohol. By the time she stopped crying her head was tucked into your neck and her fingers clenched your shirt so tightly her knuckles were white.

  You had one hand rubbing her back, the other tangled in her hair. You waited until she was only whimpering and then spoke.

  “Come home with me.” You murmured softly to her. “I don’t think you should be alone in this state.”

  Tauriel’s response of a whine was not in protest so you took that as a yes.

  You finished closing up and then nearly carried her out of the tavern. The second Tauriel got outside she vomited her guts up into a nearby bush, the intensity bringing her to her knees as she expelled all of the vile liquid she’d just spent hours drinking.

  “There you go… you’re okay.” You murmured softly as you cleaned her face up. Her eyes were teary and red, nose dripping with snot that you wiped off with your sleeve. “Feels better now, right?”

  “...I want to sleep…” Tauriel whined.

  “Then let’s get you home.” You murmured softly in response as you helped her back to her feet. 

  It was a struggle but you eventually got her home and into bed, the poor drunken thing collapsing the second your mattress came into view. Tomorrow would probably suck, at least for her, but for now she was safe and warm.

  She was completely passed out but the slightest smile tinged her lips when your fingers brushed across her cheek. You took that as a sign that laying beside her was an accepted plan.

[toasterdrake]

hunting

[conversacomsmaug]

https://pin.it/12AIrCL

Thrandiel soooo sweet :3

thousands of cute baby elves please

[msbilberry]

AU. Everyone is alive and living happily in Erebor. Bilbo and Tauriel plant a wonderful garden on the side of the Mountain and every day at 4 o'clock they drink tea there together.

On one of these days.

Tauriel: how funny it is now to remember how jealous Legolas was of me.

Bilbo: *takes a sip and looks into the distance* it’s possible that he was simply offended that the dwarves were interested in you, but not him. 

Tauriel: well, not everyone can turn the heads of dwarves the way you and I can.

They look at each other with smiles and clink cups of tea.

***

Meanwhile somewhere in Mirkwood.

Legolas looks at the portrait of Gimli in the medallion he took from Glóin.

Legolas: one day I will find you, beautiful creature.

[thranduilpcsp]

[darkst4lker]

taste // thranduil.

thranduil oropherion x fem!reader

plot: two weeks and a half ago, thranduil and (y/n) had a messy break up. now, he appears at your friend arwen's birthday party with his ex girlfriend by his side and you decide that if he wants to play that game, you would play it too.

tw: (mdni) modern!au, it's mainly lovers to enemies to lovers but there will be mentions of smut, angst, thranduil behaves like an asshole, misogyny, use of drugs and and alcohol, good ending (?, i changed a lot of things from the lore!!, everyone is like 20-27 here but legolas wasn't even born yet here. YES there's a moment where starts playing lover you should've come over by jeff buckley!!. low caps on purpose.

notes: english is NOT my first language. i'm sorry if there's any mistake. also this is the first time i publish something i write here!!

“(y/n)” tauriel spoke. you and her were helping arwen to decorate her house for her birthday party that same night, yet you were visibly sad for your break up with thranduil. “(y/n), are you okay?”

you weren't okay.

it was the middle of winter. arwen's living room was one of the most comfortables and warm places on earth, in fact all of her house was like that. it was one of the places where you felt more safe than anywhere in the world but today her house felt deadly cold to you.

maybe the problem wasn't arwen's home itself but the fact that your soul was freezing since the day thranduil's deadly words stabbed your heart like a poisoned knife.

“i don't love you anymore, (y/n).”

fucker. you had spent two years together.

in fact, you and thranduil never fought, never argued, never insulted each other while you were together. yet, the day he left you like that, completely out of the blue, you insulted him so much he probably thought that all his family line would be cursed forever.

he said horrible things too, it wasn't just you. but you may had gone too far when you threw an antique vase that belonged to his family for years through the window of his apartment.

in your defense, he was the last person you thought that would leave you.

of course arwen's house felt cold, the whole world felt cold actually. how could anything feel good in this earth when you weren't in thranduil's arms?

you took a deep breath.

it took you a moment to answer to tauriel's question because the vestiges of the last discussion you had with thranduil were fresh in your mind like if it had happened a second ago. you tried to dismiss the storm of memories flooding your mind and you looked at tauriel.

“yeah, im sorry i went blank for a minute.” you answered while hanging up some balloons in the wall. you tried to fake a smile but your tired eyes revealed your sorrows.

“that's it. im tired of seeing her like this, im going to kill him” aragorn said, leaving his spot next to arwen in the kitchen where they were preparing all the food for the party to get his coat, but arwen stopped him right away.

“stop, you're not helping her. we need to stay here by her side.” arwen came out of the kitchen, after aragorn. her calm voice sent chills down your spine.

aragorn crossed his arms and left his coat alone while he sat in a chair facing you.

you sat on the sofa and arwen sat besides you. the decorations were ready and now you didn't had anything else to distract you from the heartbreak im your chest.

“everything is going to be okay, sweetie. i'm sorry you'll have to see him tonight, bard insisted a lot for me to invite him.” arwen words comforted you and then she hugged you softly. aragorn looked annoyed while he leant against the wall and tauriel stood beside him. “sooner or later he will realize what he's missing.”

“better be sooner because i can't believe he hurted (y/n) like this when a month ago he was talking about fucking marrying her.” aragorn said clearly angry. “i know he's my friend and all but... i can't believe that he really did that.”

“well love can be like that sometimes, i guess.” you answered, trying to keep yourself together. “it comes and it goes.”

“yeah right, but is never just like that (y/n).” tauriel voice was calm but she did seem irritated. “i don't understand why on earth he would do that. it doesn't even makes sense.”

“it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, guys.” you were clearly about to cry but you held it. “what is done is done and we can't go back in time, and neither can thranduil. i will survive this shit.” everyone tried to smile at you while you spoke but you didn't sounded as convinced as you wanted.

yet, you were true. you couldn't go back in time and in fact, the hours passed swiftly and now the night welcomed the birthday party everyone was waiting for.

you got showered and prepared directly in arwen's home. you had brought your outfit and now your body was inside a stunning and tight scarlet dress.

the black heels that you were in made your outfit more mysterious and in your neck there was a lovely silver necklace with a ruby pendant that arwen had let you borrow for the night.

with a little bit of perfume and red lipstick on, you left arwen's room and joined tauriel's side on the party. there wasn't much people yet, a couple university friends from years ago, the boy tauriel always spoke about: kili and his brother fili, gimli, aragorn of course and like five more people.

it wasn't full yet but arwen's home was quite big so the amount of people wasn't going to be a problem.

thranduil by the other hand, he surely was going to be one.

tauriel and you talked for a while, spending time together before she went to dance with her almost-boyfriend, kili.

you really liked kili for your friend, he seemed like a sweet guy. you really hoped they would end up being together and you wished in the deepest places of your heart that he didn't ended up breaking your friend heart.

like certain person did to you.

you drank a little from the bottle of wine aragorn gave you before rushing to dance with arwen and more people started to appear.

the fear of seeing thranduil that night was disappearing by every sip you gave to the wine and soon you even thought that maybe he wasn't even going to come.

a couple hours later, the house was full of people everywhere, it was 11pm, the party had just started hours ago and when you thought you were free from certain blonde, you saw probably the worst thing you could see with alcohol in your system.

thranduil entered the party with a beautiful blonde girl by his side. they both had their hands enterwined and the girl was giggling while they talked. you instantly felt a rush of rage invade your whole body to the point you believed that your brain was on the verge of exploding.

thranduil had a formal black shirt, leaving two buttons unbottoned and revealing his neck, a little sigh escaped from your lips at the heavenlt sight.

and there it was her.

she looked like a goddes pulled out from a fairytale, making your insecurities corrode your guts like a sickness. the tears threatened to fall off your eyes as you watched their entrance from the another side of the room, and the worst was that you recognized her from old pictures thranduil had in his house. that was his ex girlfriend, now actual (you supposed).

when you thought the horror was over, thranduil looked at you from the distance like if he had some kind of radar attached to him that warned him about everytime you looked at his direction.

his ocean blue eyes met yours. it felt like a boat crashing in the middle of a sea infested with mermaids.

his stare was as intoxicating and addictive as always were. the feelings accumulated in your throat like stones and you got scared for a moment before breaking eye contact with him. it lasted just a second, but it felt like a lifetime passed while your eyes met his.

then you quickly took a sip of your bottle of wine, trying to not give him the pleasure of seeing you rush to the bathroom to cry. for what it felt like hours, you had to see him dance with his new girl and you imagined that you were the one dancing with him, kissing him, touching him.

it was unbelieveable. he literally had replaced you.

how could he? why would he?

those questions pierced your heart like swords, like his words did days ago.

“it was just a pause, a distraction. i needed someone to heal what my past relatonship had broken in me and i already did. you served me well and i will always be grateful.”

you 'served him well'? really? what the fuck does he thinks he is? a king?

his words had melted in your ears like a rotten peach. the sweetness of his low voice mixed with a hint of gall flooding every sentence he said.

you understood now what he meant when he said he healed.

by the other hand, thranduil was breathing heavily.

his hands were on his new girlfriend's waist and sometimes he planted soft kisses on her face. yet, he couldn't fully enjoy anything of it. thranduil regretted all his actions, and much more, how he couldn't save your relationship.

he felt like an idiot. all of his thoughts were on you, every kiss he gave her, every look, every loving gesture, he desired it all went to you instead.

thranduil was deeply conflicted, though. even if he knew how wrong he were when you two broke up, he also was quite offended with the things you said.

it felt like a torture, probably the most horrible one on earth and the weight of his actions were killing him more slowly that he would ever wanted to.

thranduil didn't told you his real motives for leaving you, he thought it would only make it worse for both of you. but after leaving, all of his actions felt meaningless now that he didn't had you.

he was proud, and stubborn though. and watching how you left your seat in wich you were obviously staring at him to sit next to bard made his heart ache terribly.

in your mind, bard seemed like an obvious solution: he was hot, he was your friend and long before you started going out with thranduil he and you had spent a couple of nights together. bard obviously recieved your presence with open arms.

"(y/n), sweetheart." bard calm voice welcomed you as you approached the couch where he was drinking a beer. you noticed he had a blunt on the other hand. "you look beautiful as always."

"hi, bard. long time no-see" you took the seat next to him, everyone were dancing and the fact that he was also a very close friend of thranduil made the whole idea of making out with him so much better.

there was a brief moment of silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. the music was peaceful now, tempting every couple to slow dance.

"do yo want some?" he offered you the pot, and you took it while nodding.

as you smoke, bard looks at you with his classic lovely and reassuring smile, only this time he seemed quite drunk and clearly high.

you were a little drunk yourself too.

"i think i needed that, thank you." you give him back the blunt, and he leaves it in the ashtray. after, he looks at you with curiousity.

"are you-" he started to say but you interrupt him.

"yes i am in fact okay, thank you for asking though." the question had you completely exhausted. you rolled your eyes and stared at him right at his, starting to feel the mix of pot and the alcohol making you a little dizzy. "i came to see if we could make out for a while, i don't care if it's your fault he is here, i don't care about him, i don't care about anything. please, help me forget everything for a second like in the old times. please." your voice sounded a little desperate but the truth it was that you were.

the pain in your heart was begging and pleading to be released, to be cured even if it was for a brief moment. it felt like a bomb ticking on your chest that could explode at any moment and bard seemed to notice it.

a soft smile appeared on his face as he spoke. "you do seem to care, sweetie." the nickname made your heart ache a little, all his nicknames did. thranduil used to call you loving names all the time but the last time you two spoke he called you plainly by your name.

you asked yourself if he also was calling her those sweet names too.

your mouth opened to answer bard but the words didn't came out as the heart ache was ripping apart your body from the insides. bard saw your change of expression, knowing you needed help to get the words out of your chest. you did care after all.

bard puffed, trying not to sound melancholic and grabbed your hand softly. “im sorry, love. i know why you're asking me this and you can be sure i understand it, but thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you and i don't want to be in the middle of this break up.” as always, he was a pacifist. bard put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. your sight started to get blurry from tears. “it will pass.”

his words echoed in your mind calming every part of you like a balm.

“it will pass.”

you spent what it felt like hours in bard's arms, cying silently. he held you, proving that even if he was thranduil's friend, he was still your friend also. it was a beautiful gesture, and made your soul heal for a while.

yet, an specific sentence of his words lingered in your mind leaving a poison trail on your thoughts: “thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you.” why on earth thranduil would care if you fucked bard? what was his problem?

after a moment, you broke the hug and faced bard a little bit ashamed by the way you tried to approach him at first and how you broke down instantly at him reading your feelings like a book. after wiping your tears, you looked at him. your face was swollen from crying but your expression tried to remain calm.

“im sorry i tried to-...” you started, but he cutted you off.

“it doesn't matter, love. it's okay.” bard said, giving you a reassuring stroke on your hand.

a sigh escaped from your lips and then you felt hungry, as you hadn't eat anything in the whole night.

“i will go to the kitchen to get something to eat, i'll be back in a sec.” your voice was trembling at every word but bard smiled at you and nodded, giving you a soft pat on the head before you stood up.

he surely knew how to treat a heartbroken person.

the way to the kitchen was silent, at least for you. the music was still loud but your head was even louder.

your hands placed themselves on the refrigerator door and the familiar soft cold wind welcomed you.

arwen never cared if you took food from her fridge, so you guessed that she probably wouldn't mind if you took an apple. then you closed it, not wanting to be tempted to eat something more and empty the whole refrigerator, leaving your friend having to buy more things tomorrow.

as you ate the apple you remembered how thranduil had cooked you an apple cake one time. it was probably one of the few times he ever baked anything sweet yet the cake resulted to be absolutely perfect.

then you cursed yourself, if you wanted to forget why did he keep coming back in every single little thing you did?

it was like every detail of him was craved deeply onto your heart with no intention of leaving you soon and it hurted more than you could stand.

“you must be (y/n)” a sweet voice called you from behind, and when you turned you saw her.

it was probably one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. blue eyes, blonde hair and soft lips.

you fully understood why thranduil would ever leave you for her. she was surely beautiful like if she were some kind of angel.

“yes, i am.” the words left your mouth with shyness. she had a smirk on her face, and looked at you while your teeth catched another bite from the apple.

“it's surely nice to meet you.” she answered, but her voice was almost cynical. there was a weird tone of passive aggressiveness behind it but you were probably too high to catch up.

then it became so obvious you couldn't avoid it.

“thran spoke a lot about you.” she continued, getting closer to you. “but i'm sure that he will soon stop.” then she walked some more steps to your direction and you placed the apple on the counter, swallowing hard.

you didn't realized that you probably had a sad look on your face until she spoke again.

“oh, don't put on that face.” she said, chuckling. there was a mocking subtone on her words. “thran will forget you quickly.” her words felt like a sting through your chest. “you surely don't seem as beautiful nor interesting as everyone said, and i will clearly erase you from his heart.”

you were about to answer, but then you saw thranduil appear behind her like if he were searching for her, and it was too much for you to handle. it was too humilliating to see him watching how his girlfriend completely destroyed you.

your steps were fast as you left the kitchen clearly at the verge of tears. the bathroom was the first door you saw as you almost ran out of the room.

the door felt heavy against your hands but it was nothing you couldn't handle. the first instinct you had was sit on the floor, knees against your chest and finally letting it all out.

you didn't cared if anyone heard you. the heartbreak was a weight in your chest that you needed to purge the fastest way possible, even if thranduil mocked you with his girlfriend outside, even of everyone only felt pity for you, even if the world ended tomorrow.

the pain needed to come out.

and as you finally gave yourself permission to cry, the bathroom door started to open.

you almost didn't noticed, as the sounds were minimum but what you did noticed was the cologne thranduil always wore.

your stare didn't raised to face him, and he closed the door.

“what on earth are you doing?” his voice sounded like a dagger through your heart, and then you looked at him from the ground.

“i didn't asked you to come here.” your answer was harsh. “you're clearly having a lot of fun with all of this.”

“i don't care about what you think, (y/n).” you felt like your name was cursed on his lips. thranduil's voice was serious. “i asked you a question.”

you got angry instantly. how dared he to even ask something like that?

as you stood up to face him properly, your face swollen from tears and by looking him in the eyes you noticed he was probably high too. yet the weed nor the alcohol were clouding his senses that much.

his eyes were like an ocean, and you were drowning in it. quickly and deeply.

“i don't know what on earth do you want me to answer. i literally don't know.” you said, clearly irritated with his attitude and your voice trembling with fury. “what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“don't talk to me like that” he answered harshly. memories of your last fight came to you like a storm. “i asked you why are you crying in the bathroom like a pathetic little girl” thranduil said. “you were clearly capable of defending yourself two weeks ago”

instantly, you understood he was talking about the fight.

“and you were the same imbecile you're being now.” the answered came from your lips almost drowning you in venom and thranduil's expression became more cold than before if that was even possible. “it didn't occur to you, that maybe and just maybe, i don't want to fight for a man like you in the middle of my friend birthday party?”

“a man like me?” he sounded almost offended, and took a step closer to you, his head over yours and his serious eyes looking down at you. “you were dying for a man like me not even a month ago”

and you were still dying for him.

as thranduil was much taller than you, after the break up you discovered that arguing with him was one of the most intimidating things you'd ever done.

yet you faced him with bravery, not letting him ruin the last pieces you had from your broken heart.

“well i don't want to anymore.” you said and he got more closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“and what kind of man do you want then? you want a man like bard?” thranduil asked and he sounded annoyed, his face was stoic but the subtone of his words betrayed his feelings.

he sounded jealous, and he clearly was.

“and what is your problem if i do?” you bited back, pushing his buttons. “maybe he'll treat me way much better than you, in fact, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't replace or use me « to heal » in the first place.” you avoided his eyes while you spoke, not wanting your look to give away the fact that you didn't wanted to be with anyone else than thranduil.

thranduil let out an irritated puff, then his hand went straight to your face, grabbing it tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“then go date him, (y/n).” he said, his voice becoming rough. “that's really what you want?” thranduil asked.

you didn't answered, as you became nervous. yet your hands went to his chest, trying to push him out but it was useless.

thranduil was visibly angry and an irritated chuckle left his lips.

“but i don't think you want that, do you love?” he said, not really expecting you to say anything, cause he already knew the answer. “actually, if i remember correctly, less than a month ago you were in my bed whimpering for me.”

thranduil calling you « love » again made your heart skip a beat as the rest of his words burned your skin like a wildfire.

“why are you throwing a tantrum, thranduil?” you asked, annoyed. he was completely delusional if he thought you wouldn't fire back. “isn't your new girlfriend enough for you that you have to come looking for me like a little puppy?” every word you said felt like if you were digging your own grave, but you didn't cared at all. thranduil's grip on your face became harder.

the next thing that happened was probably the last thing you expected.

thranduil kissed you fiercely, like a unleashed beast. it was agressive, but you played along.

it was like drinking from an oasis in the middle of the dessert, and you answered him with the same obsessive hunger. you broke the kiss briefly to push him almost violently against the bathroom door, and then you were the one to attack his mouth to shut him up before he could say anything.

a slow song started to sound loudly in the house, making the contact more passionate.

« maybe i'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong »

thranduil went from kissing you like an animal to kiss you tenderly, his hand releasing your face to caress your head. he subtely guided you to the floor, where he sat with his back against the door and you placed yourself in his lap, straddling him.

minutes passed, his lips tasted like if you were drinking napalm making your loins burn, and your blood rushed quickly to your cheeks. both of his hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue asked you permission to enter your mouth.

« so 'll wait for you, love, and I'll burn. will I ever see your sweet return? »

you open your mouth and let him do as he please, and thranduil takes the opportunity, introducing his tongue. then, the kiss abandoned its sweet nature to become an agressive fight between the both of you, again. your hands move to his hair, making it messy.

thranduil wastes no time and one of his hands moves to your neck, making a little bit of pressure, while kissing you.

the kiss is broken up by the need to take a little bit of air, and you both look at eachother in the eyes, his hand not leaving its place.

« it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter »

“i hate you” you say agitated, your lips swollen from the past interaction.

he chuckled, breathing heavily. “i hate you too.”

« it's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever »

and then he pulled you to kiss you again, roughly. his left hand went under your dress, caressing your thigh and the other made presure on your neck and made you sigh in between the kiss. thranduil smiled as you kept kissing eachother hungrily, now moving his hand closer to the sweet spot between your legs.

you made sure to kiss him hard, and bited his lip with delicacy as he moved your underwear to the side, thinking that if you were lucky, his girlfriend would taste you too when she kissed him.

thranduil touched you freely, like he still loved you. you whined against his mouth, and he broke the kiss.

“you still want to go out with bard?” he asked, releasing your neck to make you look at him by grabbing your chin. his other hand was between your legs, playing with you and making you sigh again.

« lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late »

there was a brief silence as you tried to hold yourself together to give him an answer.

“n-no.” you said. “do you love her?” the sudden question came from your lips in an agitated whimper as you looked him in the eyes. for some reason you felt he almost rewarded you by moving his hand faster against you, making you gasp.

“no.” thranduil finally asnwered only for you to kiss him again. you grabbed both sides of his face, and his right hand caressed your hair softly.

and then your little make out session was terribly interrupted by loud and violent knocks on the door. you both stood up quickly, like children being caught doing a mischief.

he made you a sign to keep quiet and spoke.

“yes?” thranduil said, calmly.

“babe, is that you?” you rolled your eyes at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. thranduil noticed and a little mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“yes, it's me. give me five minutes.” he answered, his voice was too calm for the events that unfolded just moments before.

thranduil then pressed you against the wall, next to the door so the door could cover your presence while he went out. you wondered if his new girlfriend was really that stupid to not notice her, but you quickly thought that if thranduil was doing this he probably believed too that she was indeed stupid.

you admired how he always knew how to manage all the situations, but something in your chest ached when he gave you another kiss before whispering a soft « i love you » and opening the door, leaving you shocked.

he loved you. thranduil really loved you.

“im here, love.” thranduil said to her, covering your presence with the door and showing his girlfriend that no one was in the bathroom with him. at least to her eyes.

“the party is ending, thran. we should go.” she said. oh you loathed her, and a part of you hated thranduil for leaving you for her. you wanted him to say no, to stay with you, but he didn't.

“okay. let's go.” he answered, and exited the bathroom, leaving you alone but forgetting to turn off the light.

you walked to the mirror, saw your messy make up, the frustrated look on your face after being interrupted and your lips subtly swollen from the kisses and you laughed.

you fucking laughed.

you laughed because, no matter what she could say or do to compete with you, you've already won. he didn't loved her, he was yours. and you hoped; no, you knew, that everytime she kissed him, she would have to taste you too.

and to think you didn't intended to fight over him on the first place, but now the game was on.

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! it was super hard for me to finish this, and i plan to do a part 2 so stay tuned <3

[modernincorrectlotrhobbit]

Tauriel: Before you start working with him, you should know that Legolas has no survival or self-preservation instincts. I think he was formed without them. Aragorn: That can’t be true. Tauriel: Watch this. Tauriel: Hey, Legolas! Race you downstairs! Legolas: *jumps out of the third story window*

[laurikarauchscat]

Tauriel

[meluiloth]

The Mirkwood Guardians

The Mirkwood Elves have a very intricate and strict system of warriors, all fiercely dedicated to protecting their home, each specializing in one particular aspect. They are all trained on the same basic principles (tracking, combat, teamwork, survival, and some healing) and are all considered a part of the Mirkwood Guardians, but as they advance in their careers, they are sorted into different branches based on their best skills. For example, those that show less of an aptitude for combat have a better chance of earning the position of Scout or Sentinel than they do of becoming a Spiderhunter or a Soldier. These branches are:

Sentinels

Scouts

Spiderhunters

Soldiers

Imperial Guard

Sentinels

The Sentinels of Mirkwood are mainly the border guards, focused on protecting the city; they rarely go beyond the perimeter of the Kingdom, and their sharp eyes are always on the lookout for suspicious characters or activities. Anything that wants to get into inhabited areas needs to go through them first - and that includes strangers. The Sentinels are in charge of letting people in and out of the Kingdom. (Feren is the current captain of the Sentinels).

Scouts

The Scouts of Mirkwood are made up of those who are most familiar with the inner workings of the deep forest; their duties are to patrol the woods and check that all is well, and report any disturbances (or, in recent times, monitor the spread of the disease.) They are the chief hunters and gatherers as well, and most of the food and resources that is brought in is thanks to the Scouts. Though their tasks rely less on combat than on passive observation and ability to navigate the wilderness, they are often at risk of being attacked by Spiders, so the Scouts are required to have a base knowledge of weaponry. (Meludir is the current Captain of the Scouts).

Spiderhunters

The Spiderhunters of Mirkwood are the most agile and deadly fighters in the Elves' arsenal; they know the forest well, and know their way around killing things even better - anytime the Scouts discover a Spider nest, the Spiderhunters are the ones who deal with it. There has been a sharp increase in demand for Spiderhunters as the threat has grown, so training has become more rigorous to compensate. (Tauriel is the current Captain of the Spiderhunters).

Soldiers

The Soldiers of Mirkwood are those who are the most skilled at all-around combat - though in times of need, all Elves in the Guardians are required to participate in whatever battle or war they are fighting. Every Silvan Elf who knows their way around a weapon is a deadly fighter, but most Soldiers are at their most dangerous in open combat, which is something of a rarity among Silvan Elves. (The current Captain of the Soldiers is Legolas, though he is also the head authority of all the Guardians under Thranduil, and he prefers the position of Spiderhunter.)

Imperial Guards

The Imperial Guards of Mirkwood are the fewest in number, but perhaps bear the highest expectations of all the Guardians; their top priority is to guard the royal family of Mirkwood. Where the royals go, they go, and they are also stationed around the Elvenking's Halls for the benefit of citizens as well. They are the elite warriors, and are almost always masters of two or more separate branches of the Guardians. They are the best in the Kingdom, and must take their job very seriously. (They all report directly to the King.)

Though these branches are separate, they are closely connected and very fluid in how they are run; the Silvan Elves are Incredibly good at adapting, learning, and multitasking, so if an Elf starts out being a Scout and then learns they are more suited to being a Soldier, it's an easy change, especially since they all receive the same basic training (for example, my oc Findoron is both a Scout and a Spiderhunter, and simply takes shifts depending on what he is needed for at any particular day). Though there is a very loose hierarchy in the branches, they are all regarded as equally valuable.

The Guardians of Mirkwood are what stands between the Silvan Elves and the growing Darkness, so you can be assured they take their duties very seriously - and despite being smaller in number and less skilled in open combat than the other Elven armies, the Guardians of Mirkwood work like a clock in its prime, as they do everything together and with the survival of their people and their home in mind.

[rynneer]

Misty Memories Cold

When you wake in Fíli’s bed with no recollection of anything after an accident in Mirkwood, he’s ready to risk anything, even his uncle’s wrath, to bring back what you had together.

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Chapter 8

“I don’t think I’ll ever move again,” Fíli declares. You watch through the mirror as he falls backwards onto the bed.

It’s not the fanciest of rooms, furnished with just the large bed, a vanity, and a bedside table with tray of fruit and a bottle of wine. Not quite fit for visiting royalty, but Fíli, sinking ever deeper into the plush mattress, doesn’t seem to mind. “These are definitely better accommodations than the last time we were here.”

“Oh?” you ask, standing from the vanity as you run a comb through your hair. “And what were those accommodations like?”

“Cold, hard, cramped… a typical dungeon. But it wasn’t all bad.” Fíli sits up, leaning back on his elbows and watching you through half-closed eyes. “I remember it quite fondly, in fact.”

“Seriously? Why?”

Fíli smiles. “That’s when I first said I love you.” He stands and closes the distance between you, gently stroking your cheek. “It’s where we had our first kiss. I must say, you were quite aggressive about it,” he adds with a chuckle. He closes his hand around yours and places the comb back on the counter, running his fingers through your hair instead.

“Me?!” you exclaim in mock indignation, struggling to hold back a smile.

“Yes, you!” he laughs. “You yanked me in by the collar! I would have been more gentle. Like this.” Fíli cups your face in his hands, bringing his lips down to meet yours in soft yet hungry kisses, over and over again.

You let out a small whine as you stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck. “Fíli…” The playful mood vanishes, replaced with desperation.

His calloused hands leave your face, ghosting down your neck, your chest, your waist, finally resting on your hips. “You’re wearing one of my tunics, you little thief,” Fíli mutters, pulling away to smirk at you. His fingers dance along the hem of your stolen nightwear, tickling your skin. “I’d quite like it back.”

You’re still breathless from his kisses, barely drawing in enough air to reply. “Take it.”

It’s all the encouragement he needs. Fíli slips his hands under the tunic, sliding it up and over your head. He takes half a step back, eyes running up and down his wife’s figure. “Mahal, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he takes you in his arms once more. “I’ve missed this.” He plants gentle kisses down your scarred cheek until he reaches your neck. His bristly beard rasps against your sensitive skin, the prickling immediately soothed by the cool metal of his beads. “I’ve missed you.”

You whine his name again and tug at the front of his nightshirt. Fíli pauses just long enough to let you undo the buttons and toss it aside. He swiftly pushes you down onto the bed, covering you with his warm, heavy body. His mouth returns to yours and he lets out a deep growl of approval, tongue running along your bottom lip.

You part your lips to grant his request, but a low groan from the neighboring room makes you freeze. Fíli sits up. You prop yourself up on your elbows, barely breathing.

Another groan, louder this time, ending in a sharp cry. “Tauriel… Tauriel, please…”

You and Fíli lock eyes, your disbelief reflected on his face. “Is that… is that Kíli?” you whisper.

Fíli drops back down onto you with a huff and buries his face in the sheets next to your head. “Trust my little brother to ruin the mood.”

“I don’t know,” you snicker, “it sounds like they’re having a great time.”

“Should I go tell them to be quiet?”

“And spoil their fun? That’d be cruel!”

“They spoiled ours!” Fíli protests, lifting his face from the sheets. But his annoyed expression melts away as his eyes sweep over your body again. “I suppose we can ignore them for a little while,” he concedes, resting his forehead against yours. “Now, where were we?”

His knee lands between your thighs to part them, but you wince in pain when his leg brushes against your bandaged calf. Fíli immediately withdraws. “Did I hurt you?”

“It’s just my leg. I’m fine,” you say through gritted teeth. The bandage is warm to the touch and slightly swollen.

“Maybe we should just get some rest instead,” Fíli suggests. He plants a quick kiss on your forehead when he sees the disappointment on your face. “We’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Fíli leans over the side of the bed and retrieves his tunic, slipping it back over your head. As his head hits the pillow, he lets out a long sigh, then opens up his arm to you.

You oblige, curling up against his side and laying your head on his chest. His arm around you is tight and warm, his heartbeat steady in your ear. You lie still for a while, then lift your head. “Do you think he’s on top or bottom?”

“Y/N! That is my brother!” Fíli scolds you, pushing your head back down. But you feel him holding his breath, listening closely. “Oh, he’s definitely on the bottom.”

The Company is ahead of you. You do not recognize these mountains. It is dark. It is cold. You are falling behind.

Someone near the back pauses. They turn and call your name. Pick up the pace, they say.

You open your mouth to reply. The words come slowly. They feel foreign on your tongue. Slow down, let me catch up. Trudging through the snow, your feet grow heavy. The snow traps your ankles like thick mud. It refuses to let you move.

The Company grows distant. Wait! you cry. Please, I’m stuck!

They do not hear you. You manage to free a foot and take one step. Another step. You collide with an invisible wall.

You can barely see the Company now.

Help! Please, don’t leave me! You bang your first on the wall.

They do not hear you.

Did they ever hear you?

Were you ever really there?

Morning comes with a firm knock on your door. “The king awaits,” a voice announces.

You groan and bury your face in Fíli’s neck.

Fíli chuckles and gently tugs at your hair. “Come on, love. Time to get up.” He slides his arm out from underneath you and sits up, ignoring your protests as he abandons the bed.

A wave of dizziness washes over you when you sit up. You brace an arm against the headboard and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop the world from spinning around you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You wave away Fíli’s concern and take a few steadying breaths.

His eyes continue to track you as you dress, not at all convinced by your dismissal. He takes note when you press your hand against your mouth, trying to push down a sudden surge of nausea. He sees your slight limp as you avoid putting weight on your injured leg. His brow furrows, but he remains quiet. You’d tell him if you felt ill, he reassures himself. But even so, he takes your arm and lets you lean on him, just barely, as you follow your escort to the Elvenking’s throne room.

Fíli seems thoroughly unimpressed with the woodland elves’ halls. You, however, marvel at the grand staircases, the walkways carved from stone, all illuminated by bright torchlight. Your escort ushers you through a large set of doors, giving you a small nod. Tauriel moves smoothly to walk in front of you, shoulders back and head high.

You tighten your grip on Fíli’s arm as you approach the throne, eying Thranduil warily.

“Manners, Y/N,” he whispers, freeing himself from your hand and bowing slightly to the king. You follow suit, then grab his arm again.

Thranduil reclines in his seat, tilting his head curiously. “The princes and princess of Erebor,” he muses with narrowed eyes. “It must truly be an important matter if the King Under the Mountain is willing to send his heirs.” His eyes flick to Tauriel. “You have returned early, and without your charges.”

She dips her head. “I would not have returned so quickly if I did not believe this to be serious, my lord.”

“Continue, then.”

Tauriel closes her eyes for a moment as if gathering herself. “Princess Y/N suffers from an ailment of the mind. I believe it to be magic in nature—magic borne of Mirkwood.”

The king raises an eyebrow. “And what sort of ailment troubles her?”

“It was that stupid stream,” Kíli interjects. “It…”

You’re dizzy again, darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision. Kíli is still talking, but his voice sounds strangely far away. Your grip on Fíli’s arm tightens as you struggle to stay upright.

Fíli notices immediately. He takes a few steps back, putting Tauriel between you and Thranduil. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a little dizzy,” you say. The darkness fades with a few blinks. “It’ll pass.”

The prince frowns and pulls you to the side of the room, evidently trusting his brother and Tauriel enough to plead your case themselves.

“You’re keeping something from me. Out with it,” he orders. He fixes you with a stern look, one he surely learned from watching his uncle.

You squirm a bit under his gaze, then sigh. “Fine. I’ve had a few dizzy spells today. And some nausea. But it’s nothing, I promise,” you insist.

Fíli opens his mouth to speak, brows set low, but a whisper from Kíli interrupts him.

“Get back here!” he hisses. “This is about you!”

Fíli nods curtly at his brother, shooting you a look that tells you he’s not finished with this subject yet. He shakes his head slightly at Tauriel as she raises a brow in question.

“So, you have run afoul of the powers of Mirkwood,” Thranduil fixes his full attention on you. “And you come seeking aid.”

“Can you help us?” Your voice comes out stronger than you expected.

“No.”

Silence descends upon the room as the four of you stare at the king, stunned.

It’s Kíli who jumps in first. “Can’t help,” he begins with a growl, “or won’t?”

Tauriel brushes her fingers against his arm. A warning, and a gesture that does not go unnoticed by Thranduil.

“I will forgive your insolence this time, Prince Kíli,” he replies slowly. “But I would advise you against testing my patience further. We cannot provide the help your princess needs,” he continues. “The magic of Mirkwood runs deep. It is an old magic, and not ours to command. It would be an extraordinary healer indeed who could cure whatever ails you, if it is even possible. You will not find such a healer in these lands.”

Your shoulders slump and tears sting your eyes. So that’s it, then. A year of your life, gone forever. The memories of Fíli’s confession of love, of your wedding, of your first time together, all whisked away like spider silk in the breeze.

“Extraordinary healer…” Fíli mutters, brow creased in thought. “What about Elrond? Could he do it?”

All eyes turn to him. Even Thranduil is caught by surprise. “I suppose… if you really mean to pursue this… I will not stop you. But remember,” he suddenly leans forward, looking at you intently as he continues, “interfering with old magic is a dangerous game, daughter of Man. You would do well to remember your place in this world. Do not forget where you come from.”

Beside you, Fíli bristles, but you simply nod. “That’s it, then. Rivendell. Thank you, Your Highness.” You dip your head to Thranduil. “We’ll, uh, we will take our leave then.”

Thranduil nods, waving a hand to dismiss you. Tauriel and Kíli waste no time in heading for the door, the she-elf striding with purpose. Your hand closes around Fíli’s as you quickly follow, fighting the urge to run straight to Rivendell this very second. Rivendell! A beacon of hope and safety, a chance to reclaim your life!

“Tauriel.”

She halts, turning back to her king. “Yes, my lord?”

“You are released from my service.” Thranduil rubs his forefinger and thumb together idly, tone light, as if he had merely remarked on the weather.

Tauriel stands frozen. It takes a few tries before the words come out. “My lord?” she manages.

“It is clear that you have cast your lot with the dwarves. You are released from the service of Mirkwood.” Thranduil looks directly at her, the casual mask dropping away, eyes sharp as flint. “You may go now.”

It’s as if her feet have taken on roots. Tauriel’s mouth opens and closes silently, her carefully maintained composure slipping away with each passing second. Tears shimmer in the corners of her eyes.

“Come on, Taur,” Kíli murmurs. He laces his fingers with the elf’s, gently pulling her from the hall. “It’s not worth it. Let’s go.”

Tauriel stumbles slightly, but lets him lead her through the winding corridors to your twin set of guest chambers. Each step is stiff, her eyes staring into the distance.

“Will she be okay?” you whisper to Kíli as he ushers the elf into his room. His only reply is a grimace and a shrug before he shuts the door.

You sigh as you enter your own room, your excitement for the next step of your quest nearly forgotten. You join Fíli as he sits on the edge of the bed, plucking at the dark red duvet.

“So,” he says at last, clearing his throat. “Rivendell?”

Leaning against him wearily, you nod. “Rivendell.”

It didn’t take long for the elves to come for you once you woke.

You lay with your head in Fíli’s lap, both a little tired after the… excitement of your mutual confessions. He dragged his fingers through your hair, a lazy smile pulling at his lips as he imagined all the beautiful braids he would weave into it. Braids, beads, clips, ties, all showing the world that you were his.

You opened your eyes halfway, chuckling at his expression. “I never expected the lion prince of Durin’s folk to be so soft,” you teased. You reached up and tugged at his mustache playfully.

“Only for you, amrâlimê.” He kissed his fingers and pressed them against your lips.

Sitting up, you leaned in expectantly. “A real kiss, please,” you requested, closing your eyes in anticipation. Fíli answered with a soft peck on the lips.

Across the hallway, Bofur shook his head in amusement. “Regular pair o’ lovebirds, the two of you,” he laughed. “Careful lad, keep that up and she’ll be mounting you before you know it!” His remark drew chuckles from the other dwarves in earshot, and an eye-roll from Kíli.

Fíli draped his arm over your shoulder and rested his head against yours. “They’ll be insufferable once we’re out of here. I’m sure it won’t take long?” He gave you a questioning glance, but you pressed your lips together tightly and shook your head. No spoilers. “Worth a shot,” he mumbled with a shrug.

You pushed his head off of yours and leaned into him. “I’m tired,” you murmured.

“If I let you go to sleep, how will I know you’ll wake again?”

“If you try to wake me up, I’ll smack you.”

“I suppose that would work.”

You smiled, sinking down and further nestling into his side, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of another person for the first time in so long. He adjusted his arm around you and stroked his thumb up and down your arm as you drifted off.

You kept your word, swatting away the hand gently squeezing your shoulder. “Geddoff,” you grumbled.

“I suggest you try a little harder to wake her,” a dry voice remarked.

You cracked an eye open. A shadow loomed over the two of you, belonging to a tall redhead. Tauriel’s guard uniform was neat, not a single crooked seam, no hair out of place. It contrasted starkly with the dwarves’ worn-out clothing you’d grown used to seeing.

“Up. You have an audience with the king.”

“I didn’t ask for one,” you muttered as you untangled yourself from Fíli and stood. You dusted yourself off and ran a hand through your hair to straighten it. She turned the key in the lock and pulled open the door, motioning for you to follow her.

Fíli stood as well, but she quickly shut the door again. It nearly hit him in the face.

“Just her,” she said.

Fíli squared his shoulders and fixed the elf with a glare.

You reached back through the bars to squeeze his arm. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him.

“If they do anything to you–”

“They won’t, Fee.” You cut him off firmly but offered one last squeeze before moving to follow Tauriel through the winding halls.

“Y/N!” A relieved call echoed through the hall.

Thorin!

Another guard was escorting the dwarf back toward his cell on the lowest level. Thorin jerked his shoulder away from the elf. “Can a dwarf not have a moment to comfort his frightened ward?” he demanded with a glare.

The elf hesitated, then halted with a sigh.

Ward? As you approached, he reached out and folded you into an embrace, startling you. “The others?” he whispered in your ear, dropping his act.

“They’re alright.”

“Baggins?”

“Don’t worry about him.”

“How long here?”

“A few weeks.”

Thorin sighed and pulled away, then paused. “I’m glad to see you awake.” He offered you a brief, small, real smile, before his guard whisked him away.

Tauriel raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She guided you to walk next to her as you entered the throne room. Tauriel bowed to the king and moved off to the side. “My lord.”

Your heart hammered in your chest and your hands shook slightly as Thranduil stared down at you. You quickly hid them behind the back. That damned headache began pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

“You are a strange one,” he said, rising from the throne and approaching you. The king circled you slowly, head tilted. “You are no dwarf…” With each word, he took another long step. “And yet too tall for a hobbit.”

Step. Step. Step.

“Then you must be a daughter of Man—ah, but you are so small.” Thranduil came to a stop back in front of you. He bent over to look you in the eye. “How curious.”

You did your best to hold eye contact, but his gaze was too intense. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

Thranduil straightened back up. “Perhaps you will be more willing than your leader to share the purpose of your journey?” Again, he circled you. “Perhaps we could find more suitable accommodations for a lady. Finer clothing, finer food. Safe passage home, even.”

Your stomach growled at just the mention of food. It would be so easy… a bed to soothe the aches from sleeping on stone… maybe even a bath… But you shook away the thought as you pictured the betrayed faces of the Company, of Fíli. No, you would not be bought by luxury. “I’m not telling you anything.”

“Such loyalty,” he tutted. “But why? They are not your people.”

“They’re the closest I’ve got,” you shot back.

Your sudden defiance seemed to amuse the Elvenking, who chuckled. He turned back to his throne and waved a hand lazily. “You may go.”

“Wait, that’s all?” Did he really summon you just to stare at you and bribe you?

“That is all. If you will say nothing, you are of no use to me. Tauriel, please.”

“Yes, my lord.” The she-elf escorted you from the room, swiftly guiding you back to your cell.

Fíli leapt to his feet when he saw you, gripping the bars of the door. “Y/N!” He ran his hands down your sides as Tauriel returned you to your little cave. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You gently pushed his frantic hands away. “I’m okay.” With a huff, you sat down against the wall. You crossed your arms. “They called me small.”

“Well…” Fíli sat down next to you. “…you are small, my love.”

You looked over at him briefly, deflating. “I don’t like this,” you sighed, resting your chin on your knees and wrapping your arms around your legs.

Fíli nudged your head with his own affectionately. “I think you’re perfect,” he offered. “You fit just right in my arms.” To emphasize his point, he pulled at your arm to uncurl you and bring you into his lap.

You allowed him to arrange you in a more comfortable position, resting your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes in hopes of resuming your interrupted nap.

“…Y/N?” Fíli’s quiet voice made you stir. “May I ask you something?”

“Mmph,” you mumbled.

The blonde prince hesitated, finally clearing his throat. “Would you… if you could choose… would you… stay? Here? With us?”

Something told you he wasn’t referring to your little cell. You drew back, taking your time with an answer as you stared at him. The pink lips, chapped but soft. Little strands of straw-colored hair sticking out of his braids. How his forehead creased in worry as you remained silent.

It’d been at least six months since the unexpected party at Bag End. Memories of your home flashed through your head, making your heart ache.

But had you ever felt such fierce affection before? You were already in Middle Earth. Would it really be so terrible to just… stay?

Finally, you leaned back in and wound your arms around his neck. With a content sigh, you buried your face against his skin. “Yeah,” you murmur. “I think I could stay.”

And the headache faded.

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 28 - Denial

Tauriel x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Tauriel struggles to accept Kili's death.

Warnings/Notes: Y'all this is so rushed but I lost motivation half way through. It's fine

Word Count: 1308

  You watched the red headed elf descend from the mountain, following the Kings lead like a lost puppy. Her chin was tucked to her chest, eyes downcast and dim.

  As she passed you by she barely even looked your way. She didn’t even notice you were there. Her shoulders sagged with each step, body slowly crumpling the longer she moved.

  Thranduil noticed you watching and stopped, holding his hand out to stop the zombie trailing behind him. When she ran into his hand a weak frown crossed her face and she lifted her head. He glanced at you once more and then gently nudged her in your direction, wanting you to take her.

  Tauriel’s eyes landed on you and the frown ceased from her face, quickly replaced by tears filling her eyes once more. She sank into your arms with a cry.

  For both of your services in the battle, the dwarves offered you a place to stay for the night and the funeral before returning home the next day. Tauriel was silent as you brought her to her temporary chambers, head low.

  She let you clean her up and patch her wounds. It was almost as though all of the fight had drained from her body, replaced by grief and emptiness, a hollow feeling in her chest.

  Though she hadn’t quite returned the romantic feelings Kili had held for her, she still grew rather accustomed to his company and he became a good friend in her eyes. He was one of the only people to believe in her–aside from you–and he’d saved her life… at the cost of his own. The guilt of it all, that Kili would never get to see the home he’d fought for, that he would be buried with his kin who fell to the same fate, it broke her. As far as she was concerned it was her fault.

  You got Tauriel changed into some cleaner clothing and removed all the dirt from her body. When you finished you led her out and to the large gathering. Every dwarf in the area and many of the elves gathered for the funeral of Durin's line; Kili, Fili, and Thorin.

  You were a little anxious for how Tauriel would react to it all. She stayed glued to your side at first, a blank look in her glazed eyes as she stared ahead. Then they revealed the solemn, now silent bodies of the fallen dwarves.

  The second Tauriel’s eyes fell upon Kili, something snapped within her.

  “NO!”

  Her shrill scream echoed through the caverns. Everybody froze and turned in her direction with surprise. Yes, there would be celebrations later, to honor their lives rather than grieve. They would be loud and boisterous and both happy yet sad, but now was supposed to be a quiet moment…

  Tauriel broke free from your side and took off for where Kili was. Her eyes were dark and wild, filled with a crazed look. Her elvish agility granted her easy passage to escape the dwarves reaching out for her, trying to stop her.

  “He’s not dead!” Tauriel screamed, voice thick with tears. She tried to reach for Kili but in the haze of it all her cloak got caught. A few dwarves managed to grab onto her but she kicked and thrashed. “He’s not dead! Stop! Stop!” She shouted. “You monsters!”

  You quickly ran over, weaving between the shocked and upset dwarves. When you finally made your way to Tauriel she was barely contained beneath the grasp of 4 dwarves. She was still standing and trying desperately to break free, thrashing about like a wild beast.

  When her eyes fell upon you she grabbed your hand desperately.

  “Stop them!” Tauriel pleaded, voice cracking. “Please! Please…” Tears began to spill down her face and an odd look crossed her expression like she wasn’t quite sure why she was crying. She kept thrashing, finally breaking free but you grabbed her.

  “Tauriel.” You held her arm as tight as you possibly could. “Tauriel, stop it. He’s gone.”

  “No! He’s not!”

  “He is!” You exclaimed, grabbing onto her shoulders. 

  She stared at you with feral eyes, nose flaring and teeth bared as she tried to not break into sobs. When she realized you weren’t going to help her, she lunged at you. Her fingers just barely grazed your throat before someone else grabbed her.

  It took a few minutes for you and the other dwarves to pin her to the ground, but the second whatever power Tauriel had left her, reality seemed to settle back down upon her shoulders. She paled rapidly, staring up at you in horror.

  You gently took her face into your hands, sitting on her stomach to prevent her from getting up, not that she was fighting anymore.

  “Look at me.” You murmured softly, holding her still. Her eyes flicked to your face, the glaze over them slowly fading. “He’s gone.”

  “N-no…” Tauriel whimpered. She knew you were right but she couldn’t bear the thought. Her fingers weakly clutched at yours as though begging you to tell her this was a lie, a dream, a trick… But you didn’t.

  When you felt she wasn’t going to run away, you slid off of her, hands tight around her arm. You slowly helped her to her feet and guided her back over to the bodies.

  Tauriel stopped inches away, eyes falling upon the made-up corpse of her friend. To her dismay, you were right.

  Kili truly was gone. His chest no longer rose or fell with breaths, eyes closed, never to open again. The dwarves had cleaned him up as best as they could and the bloody impaled wound through his body was no longer visible. He looked like he should be alive, he really did. If there was only a little more color to his face.

  Her outburst and the way everyone was staring at her finally clicked in Tauriel’s head. Lips quivering, the elf slowly tore her gaze from Kili and looked around the cavern. There wasn’t a single soul not staring at her. After taking it all in, she looked at you, then fell to her knees.

  She still fought as you brought her back to the chambers, a newfound fear raging her body. She kicked and cried and hyperventilated, body burning with emotional fever. The only thing that snapped her out of it was when you gently dunked her head into a bucket of cold water.

  Tauriel cried for hours in your arms after that. She’d fallen still, the only thing moving her the violent sobs that wracked her like waves of pain. She cried until she made herself sick and then sunk against you, the fight wrung out of her like water from a towel. 

  You got a bucket of cold water and laid her hands inside, then held a cold cloth to her head. Silent tears dribbled down her face and splashed into the bowl upon her lap but she again made no protest. What could she do? Nothing.

  When her temperature had lowered and her breathing returned to normal, you laid her down and sat beside her, quietly rubbing her back.

  Tauriel laid still for so long you thought she had drifted off. But eventually she lifted her head and looked in your direction.

  “He’s gone.” She whispered, wanting confirmation.

  You took her hands into yours and gave them a gentle squeeze. “He is.”

  There was no more pain or grief in her eyes, nor anger or desperation. There was only emptiness and resigned acceptance.

  With a heavy sigh, you moved to sit more relaxed beside her. You laid her head in your lap and worked your fingers through her hair, humming quietly. And eventually Tauriel drifted off in an uneasy sleep, the fight that had once been within her only a rumor now.

[lyanna-w]

• Over The Hills And Far Away •

[conversacomsmaug]

I couldn't help but notice that among so many obscene fantasies with Thranduil, I missed seeing something else like in a Mordern UA, Thranduil is the boss of the large company in which Tauriel is promoted and can't help but think about how his bastard and annoying boss It's sexy. Even in the Thranduil x reader interaction, I've been missing this obvious and sexy theme hehe Maybe I will, but I want to be a reader now, anyone?

[nyxsinferno]

greenwood silvan/sindar hair and braids!

i know many people have different ideas about elves' relationship with hair, this is just my take.

i hc that you can distinguish the rank and more or less profession/inclination from their braids. higher ranks/classes have fewer braids, but they are more intricate. lower have more, but simpler. the reigning monarchs are the only ones who wear their hair without any braids, other than children under 100 years old- this is not a coincidence, for elves of the greenwood hold great love for children and admire their wildness. as for profession, artisans and craftsmen wear some variation of an english braid, strand numbers vary. warriors wear french braids, academics wear fishtail braids, and healers wear pull-through braids. the rest of the royal family wears the type closest to their talents. virtually no elves of the greenwood have short hair. long and lustrous hair in the golden age of the greenwood was a sign of the health, both mental and physical, of its people, and grew in the third age to be a symbol of defiance to the poison in their forest.

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Daddy’s little girl: Dad Thranduil x teen (turned into baby) daughter reader part 2.

Reader Chan being coddled by Dad Thranduil.

It had been 3 weeks since your de-aging transformation and boy did it have its ups and downs.

The down side is that you had to go in a diaper, your father or maids washed, dressed and feed you, you had a sleep schedule, you constantly needed adult supervision but worse of all you had to be carried all the time since you can’t walk anymore.

On the upside you get a lot of undivided attention, you got to take naps and you get to be near your father more.

You were napping in your bed that now had bars around it so you wouldn’t fall off with a mobile that had crescent moon, duck, elk, butterfly and elf archer plushies on it, cuddling an elk plushie with a pacifier in your now toothless mouth.

You slowly opened your eyes after an hour of sleeping to see that your father, Gandalf and Lord Elrond were talking with your father sitting at your desk “Looks like someone’s awake from their beauty sleep.” Elrond said smiling making Gandalf chuckle while your father got up from your desk chair and took you out of the crib while you let go of your elk “Tis almost time for luncheon anyways.” Your father said gently propping you on his shoulder while you sucked on your pacifier that was probably driving him crazy.

You sat on your fathers lap in the dinning hall with Elrond, Gandalf and the boys, Legolas and Elladan were poking your cheeks making you puff them out “Boys!!!” Thranduil and Elrond said in a warning tone while giving them stern looks “But she looks adorable when she pouts like that.” Elrohir said taking Legolas’s place in poking your chubby cheeks until you had enough and bit his and Elladan’s fingers as hard as you could making everyone chuckle as your father hugged your tiny body gently.

After eating your father and Elrond had a meeting and they brought you with them which ticked you since you hated meetings because nothing was ever done and the diplomats in their were very immature (You sometimes wondered how your father can stay calm through all that without exploding) not to mention the never ending arguments on what should be done.

This meeting was the only time you were thankful to be de aged because of the return of your short attention span you forgot you were in the meeting and just played with your fathers rings as he and Elrond talked with the men, dwarves and other elves from different kingdoms “And that closes today’s meeting. By the way Thranduil, what happened to the princess?” One of the elves asked making you snap out of what you were doing and look up to see that the meeting was finished “She accidentally drank a de aging potion that Gandalf brewed for a prank on the boys.” Your father said spinning a little white lie “Oh, That makes sense. But she does look adorable.” Said a she dwarf smiling at you gently while your baby mind took over.

After the meeting you, your father and Elrond went outside to see how the boys and Glorfindel are doing in their training but instead you were met with three fully grown ellon arguing on who got the most shots until the two even older ellon spoke “Ahem.” Your father and Elrond said together with you getting distracted by a butterfly as you reached out to touch it but it flew away making you whimper “You boys have upset Y/N.” Your father scolded patting your back gently “You three will have extra training for three weeks.” Elrond said making Thranduil nod while you played with his spider broach with curious eyes while sucking your thumb “Um, Thranduil!?” Elrond said pointing down to you making the older elf look down to see you sucking on your thumb “This is new.” Your father said in surprise “She’s never done this as an infant.” He said making realization hit you ‘What in Eru’s name is wrong with me? It’s embarrassing enough that everyone in the palace knows that I’m a baby again for a month.’ You thought in your head burring it in you father’s burgundy robes making him chuckle a bit and pat your tiny head as the boys snickered “I’ve never seen her suck her thumb, she never did that as a kid.” Legolas said making Thranduil give him a death look “May I remind you, Legolas that you yourself are punished as well for bringing Y/N with you on Patrol knowing that she’s not allowed!?” Your father said making you smirk and stick your tongue out at your big brother “Oye She just stuck her tongue out at me.” Legolas said “We saw her to.” The twins said pointing to you still curled into a tiny ball in your father’s arms making the even older elves give Legolas and the twins annoyed looks as you rested your head on Thranduil’s shoulder.

A month later:

It was finally your last day of grounding and being a baby, tomorrow you will be free from grounding and be turned back into your actual age.

Though it was fun being a baby again and getting more attention, though you found too much attention embarrassing.

That night:

You are being held by Thranduil as Gandalf gave him the potion that will turn you back into a teenager that is in a baby bottle.

Thranduil sat on your bed that now had the Bars removed since it was your last night as an infant with you still in his arms but your now dressed in one of your big nightgowns, after feeding you, Thranduil burped you then put you to bed while saying “I’m going to miss this.” He said placing a kiss on your tiny head for the last time.

The next morning:

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the sun rays shining through your window.

You sat up from your bed and felt that your feet can finally touched the floor, looking at your body mirror you’re happy to see that you’re a teenager again “Finally.” You said going to your private bathroom without your fathers and maids help.

After bathing you got dressed and did your hair for the day “Finally, no more adult supervision.” You said happily until you heard your father’s voice “All though you’re still not allowed anywhere without at least three guards with you, even around the palace.” He said waking into your room “I will be joining you during your training time from now on to determine when you’re ready to join the patrol, you will also be staying with me in the throne when you’re done with your training and you will be dining with me. Do you understand little one?” He asked “Yes Dad.” You said as your brother who looked frazzled walked into the room “Legolas, I hope this experience has taught you both a lesson and Legolas if you or Tauriel put Y/N in danger like that again you both will face the same punishment as Y/N. Am I making myself clear?” He asked “Perfectly father.” Legolas said with a blush then all of you walked out to the dining hall for breakfast ‘I can finally eat different foods again instead of baby Porridge.’ You said in your head.

Once in the dining room Legolas went to join the patrol while you and your father joined Gandalf “I see that you’re back little one.” Gandalf said “Indeed, and this time She’ll be under my strict supervision so the dangerous stunt Tauriel and Legolas pulled doesn’t happen again.” Thranduil said absentmindedly pulling you onto his lap “Umm, Ada!” You said making him realize what he’s doing “One more time wouldn’t hurt.” Thranduil said digging into his breakfast with you and Gandalf doing the same with Gandalf chuckling in amusement.

During the past 2 weeks since you’ve been turned back to normal Thranduil has kept his word on you being under his strict supervision because everyday he would watch you and your new mentor (Tauriel and Legolas weren’t allowed to train you for awhile.) training on your archery skills along with your personal guards who now accompanied you 24/7 by your fathers orders and Thranduil has you with him in the throne room or with your guards, Tauriel and Legolas were also off their punishment though they ended up smelling like horses and elk for awhile along with having straw in their hair.

[tauriel-is-my-wife]

Still in love with Tauriel in the year 2024