#thirsty for thranduil

[kc-writes-sometimes]

I’ve only just finished reading ‘because the king says’ and now I’m going to reread it because I need my thrandaddy drug because I am not patient and I cannot wait.

[wineandthrandy]

Haha... it's thirsty Thursday and Thrandy's thirsty!!🍷

[coopsgirl]

Thrandy is the best 🥰

off the deep end (in a good way) about Thranduil. Kind and bursting with creativity.

😂😂😂😂 oh god I can't even deny it at this point 🫣

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[madamebaggio]

Notes: I was really - really - not supposed to be doing this today, but we just watched The Hobbit and I couldn't resist.

I hope you don't mind.

previously...

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Chapter 27

Someday in August, somewhere in Mirkwood

Bluebell didn't know how many days had passed. Sometimes it felt like ages, sometimes it felt like no time at all.

Gandalf abandoned them at the entrance of the woods - that she could remember. It should've been a sign for them to stay away.

They lost the path somehow, somewhere along the way. Bluebell didn't remember if it happened before or after Bombur fell into the stream. They weren't supposed to touch the water - for some reason - but they were thirsty and tired and so - so - lost.

There wasn't any food left. They could barely sleep. They were walking in circles.

Sometimes she didn't even remember who those dwarves were. She'd thought one of them was a stranger invading her house… Only to remember she wasn't at home.

She didn't know if she'd ever be again.

There were fights, paranoia, fear… So much confusion. Bluebell sometimes couldn't even remember the name of those around her. She'd grab Thorin's hand because she was scared of losing him in the woods and never seeing him again.

It felt like torture.

Until someone - Óin, that was his name - said something about the sun…

"Sun. We have to find the sun." She looked up towards the top of the trees. "Up there."

Climbing up the tree felt harder than it ever had before, but with every inch she gained, made her breathe easier.

Until she broke free, and it felt like she was breathing for the first time ever, seeing the sun for the first time in a millenia.

Then the spiders appeared.

***

Thorin couldn't find Bluebell.

As the elves rounded them up and took their weapons, his eyes kept moving around, but she wasn't there.

"Where is the Burglar?" He asked his dwarves in Khuzdul, not daring to say her name in front of the elves.

The Company started looking around, searching for her.

"What do you conceal by speaking your tongue, dwarf?" The elfling who had taken his sword demanded.

"The business of dwarves is not the business of elves." He growled at him.

"In this forest, elves decide what is their business." He looked at Thorin carefully. "Are you looking for another one of you? Perhaps we missed another dwarf?"

Thorin pressed his lips together, refusing to answer and to take the bait.

The elfling turned to someone else. "Keep your eyes open. There might be another one of them out there."

That meant they hadn't found Bluebell. Surely they'd have mentioned if they'd seen a female in the forest, especially one as small as Bluebell, who was clearly not a dwarf.

"Let us move." A she-elf spoke up, and Thorin felt panic sizing up his chest.

They couldn't leave Bluebell alone in those woods. She'd never survive alone, not with those spiders running around.

When one of the guards tried to push him, Thorin struggled. He would not leave Bluebell there alone! Another elf came to help him and they were screaming orders at each other and screaming at him, but he did not care. He was not going anywhere until he….

"I am here." Her sweet voice called from somewhere really close, like she was standing right next to him. "Trust me. I will follow you."

"Givashel?" He called softly, even as he stopped struggling.

"Yes." Her voice whispered back. "You cannot see me, but I am here. Just go with them."

"Thorin?" Balin called, concerned.

"Let us go." He finally said to the others.

The elf who was clearly in command there gave him a look full of suspicion, but Thorin didn't care. He couldn't see her, but somehow he knew Bluebell was there.

He just hoped this wasn't a whisper of madness.

***

Bluebell should've expected Thorin to make a mess out of things, but she really hadn't expected him to be that antagonistic against the Elven King - Thranduil.

Yes, he hadn't been the most pleasant of fellows, but they were short on time, and they had no hope to get out of there without his permission.

Trust Thorin to choose stubbornness and pride over an easy way out.

And she wasn't judging him - much - over it, since she did understand the reason behind Thorin's resentment. Balin had told her about the elves' part - or better yet, lack of action - the day Smaug had attacked the mountain.

Thranduil could've helped, but he chose not to. For his own reasons - clearly - but dwarves weren't the type to forgive and forget.

She waited in silence, pressed against a corner until the elves had left, clearly not believing the dwarves could escape on their own.

She'd been invisible for almost a whole day, and she was dreadfully tired, but she still needed to find the dwarves.

Once it was all quiet, she made her way to Thorin's cell. After making sure there was no one around, she pulled her ring out.

"Thorin."

He turned to her immediately, sweet relief taking over his features. "Bluebell." It sounded like he'd been holding his breath this whole time and now could breathe in peace again. "You are here." He hurried closer to the bars, and grabbed her hands. "I feared I had gone mad when I heard your voice in the woods. You are here, my love."

He pressed his forehead against the bars and she did the same, so they could be closer. "I was afraid you would fight capture thinking I was lost. I had to let you know I was fine."

His chuckle was pained. "You know me so well, givashel."

"I do."

"Are you hurt?" He needed to know. She shook her head. "Are you?"

"No. How did you evade capture?" He wanted to know.

"I found something in the goblin's tunnels." She told him, her hands holding his firmly through the bars. "A magic ring. It makes me disappear."

Thorin pulled away so he could look at her properly. "A magic ring?" He frowned.

"Gandalf said it is fine. At least, I am not behind bars." She gave him a flat look. "Unlike a dwarf that I know."

"I would not make a deal with that elf." He hissed.

"Really?" She snapped back. "And how do you propose we get out of here now?"

"You asked me to trust you, Bluebell. And I do." He used his hand to cup her face. "You will find a way out for us."

"Me?" Her eyes became round. "How?"

"You can watch them and learn." He told her confidently. "Find a weakness in their guard."

"Oh my goodness, Thorin Oakenshied." She took a deep breath in. "It might take some time."

"We do not have a lot of it." He sighed. "You are very tired. We have not eaten in…" He shook his head. "I do not even know how long we have been in this place." This time he used both hands to cup her face and look into her eyes. "Your face has thinned." He caressed her cheekbone. "They have brought us food. I will share mine with you."”

"No." She denied immediately. "I will find the kitchen and I will feed myself. Save your food. You will also need your energy."

He nodded. "Find some place to rest. Try to find the date and a way out. But, Burglar."

The corner of her mouth tipped up. "Yes?"

"Come find me every day." He ordered, even as his eyes pleaded with her. "Report to your King." He once again rested his forehead against hers. "This is an order."

Her chuckle felt a bit watery, but she closed her eyes. "I will do that, Thorin Oakenshield. I love you." She whispered reverently. "I love you more, givashel."

[middleearthpixie]

Hellooo, I love your work, and I would love to request something! If you don't end up writing it, that is completely fine. Please don't feel obligated to!

I'm not sure if you write for Kili, so if you do not, Thorin would be perfectly fine!

But imagine when the company is in Mirkwood and they are sitting in the cells. They are visited by (what they believe to be) a Dwarrowdam, while she is beardless, she is Dwarven in size and has long hair with a few braids in it (They consider her to be like Kili, relatively ugly for Dwarven standards). They get excited when she talks to them, but she doesn't seem to know anything of dwarves culture.

When the guards come, they ask her to hide, which she does not, and is thus greated by the Guards as their Princess, Legolas little Sister. They company realises they've met Thranduils Daughter, who might look a little dwarven but is an elf through and through, with long pointed ears, ethereal seemingly glowing long hair, and royal blood.

How it end is up to you! I hope you have a wonderful day! Take care <333

Hi there, Nonny!

Thank you so much for this and for your patience! 💜

I don't write for Kíli and probably couldn't do him justice if I tried, so I wrote for Thorin, since he is my first dwarf love. :)

Anyway, I hope you like it.

The Escape

Summary: Thorin and his Company have found themselves imprisoned in Mirkwood, only to have help from one of the most unlikeliest of elves...

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Carys Greenleaf

Characters: Thorin, Carys Greenleaf, Thorin’s Company, Thranduíl, Legolas, Bilbo Baggins  

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k 

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“Did he offer you a deal?”

Thorin bobbed his head, a hint of triumph surging through him as he replied, “He did. And I told him ish kakfê ai-‘d-dûr-rugnal! Him and all his kin!”

“Well, that’s that, then.”

“I will not bargain with elves,” Thorin told him flatly, moving to the far side of the cell. Of course, calling it the far side was a bit disingenuous, as the cell itself was too small to actually have sides. Small. Damp. With cots of woven tree branches that had poked through the packed earthen walls. There was barely enough room for him and Balin, and Balin was one of the smaller dwarves. Thank Mahal he wasn't locked away with Bombur. 

Thorin peered through the iron bars that made up the cell door. Across from them, Bombur and Bifur were crammed into one cell together, and Bifur couldn't be seen behind his cousin. Thorin just knew he was there, for every now and again, Bifur muttered something in khuzdul. 

“Without a bargain,” Balin was saying, “we are not getting out of here, you know.”

Thorin shook his head, moving away from the door to sink onto the edge of the roughly woven bunk. It was rough and uneven, and he couldn't imagine getting a peaceful night’s sleep on it, even if his mind wasn't already weighted down with their situation and the fact they were quickly running out of time to make it to the Lonely Mountain before the last light of Durin’s Day. 

Still, he had his principles and bargaining with elves violated every one of them. Especially bargaining with Mirkwood elves. Out of the question entirely. “We will find our way out. Our burglar is still among the missing, remember.”

“True, but we don't know where he is, or if he is even within the palace,” Balin pointed out, sinking onto the bunk across from Thorin’s. The cell was so narrow, if he reached out, Thorin would be able to touch Balin. Thank Mahal small spaces didn't trouble him, since it looked as though they might be there for some time. 

Best not to think about that.

“Are you thirsty?”

Thorin jumped at the unexpected voice that floated through the bars and when he looked over to see who their visitor might be, he couldn't help but stare. How was it possible a dwarrowdam walked freely in Mirkwood, of all places? And not only a dwarrowdam, but one of the oddest looking women he’d ever seen, with her shimmering, white-blonde hair sleek as it spilled over her shoulders. He would have thought her to be an elf, were it not for her diminutive size (she was shorter than even Balin, and that was saying something,) and the fact that her face was completely devoid of any hair whatsoever. Her pale skin almost glowed in its bareness, making her wide eyes seemed even wider and incredibly dark. But then his gaze alit on the braids woven into that otherwise sleek golden fall. Two on the left side of her head and one on the right, each adorned with small silver ornaments of some sort. An outcast, no doubt, and probably some sort of elf-servant, which sent a rush of pity for her surging through him. 

“We want nothing from the likes of you,” he told her bluntly. “Leave us.”

She stepped closer and he realized then that her eyes were not dark at all. Instead, they were blue. A deep blue the color of the perfect sapphires that were once mined in Erebor. Deep blue and just as sparkling. Those beautiful eyes held his as she replied, “Stubborn fool. Think you anyone else will pass by and offer you water or anything, for that matter?”

“I deal with no dwarf who serves an elven master,” he told her flatly. “So take yourself off, and leave us be.”

“Thorin,” Balin’s voice was low with both warning and scolding, “there is no need to be rude to the girl.”

Thorin glared at him. “Mind yourself, Balin. We need nothing from the likes of her.”

She remained where she stood, unfazed by his dismissal. “Are you always one to cut off his nose to spite his face?”

“Begone with you, unless you’ve come to release us.”

“I couldn’t do that if I wanted to,” came her pert reply, “as Thranduíl would be furious with me and I’d rather avoid that, it’s all the same to you, dwarf.”

He held her stare as he debated about whether or not to scold her again. But when she held his stare without flinching or looking away, he relented with a muffled sigh. He was cutting off his nose to spite his face and in all honesty, he would gladly kill for a sip of anything liquid at the moment. “Very well. I beg your pardon. Water would be appreciated.”

“There,” she bobbed her head, “was that so difficult?”

Thorin felt Balin step up behind him, and he looked over at the older dwarf as Balin asked, “Who are you, lass? What clan do you claim as yours?”’

“Clan?” Her blue eyes clouded with confusion as she shook her head. “I’m afraid I don't know what you mean.”

“Whom do you call husband? I assume he’s the one what wove those into your hair.”

“Again, I’m not following you. I’m afraid I don't understand at all what you’re asking me.”

“The braids.” Balin gestured to his own woolly white hair. “The man you’ve pledged yourself to, was he killed in battle with these elves? Is that how you came to be indentured to them?”

“Indentured?” She shook her head, the silver ornaments in her braids thunking softly against one another. “I’ve pledged myself to no man. And I am indentured to no one. In fact, I have no idea what you’re going on about at all.”

Thorin wasn't exactly sure how to respond to her. “You don’t understand the significance of your braids?”

“Other than they keep my hair out of my eyes?” She smiled then. “There is no significance and I’ve pledged myself to no man. At least,” a glint came into her pale eyes as she met his, “not yet.”

To his surprise, his cheeks grew hot. She must have noticed it herself, for her smile grew winsome. “You, dwarf, are blushing.”

“Dwarf?” Balin broke in, shaking his head. “I beg your pardon, my lady, but he is no ordinary dwarf. He is—”

“That’ll do, Balin,” Thorin broke in, shaking his head as he glanced over his shoulder at him. 

Balin’s eyes widened briefly, then he nodded. “Of course.” And to the girl, he said, “Have you a name?”

“I do, of course. Surely you don't think they simply call out You! and hope I turn around, do you?”

Now it was Balin’s turn to blush and Thorin almost laughed aloud at the rare sight. Clearing his throat, Balin bobbed his head. “Of course not. That would be silly.”

“It would, indeed.” She smiled once more. “I am—”

Footsteps sounded and Kíli hissed, “Someone’s coming!”

Fíli appeared at the door of the cell he shared with his brother. “You should leave, miss. I should hate to see you in trouble.”

“Trouble?” She twisted toward him and Thorin couldn’t help noticing how her hair seemed to come alive, spilling like molten gold over her shoulder. “I’ll have nothing of the sort. Why would I?”

“Princess?” One of the Mirkwood guards appeared, scowling as he addressed the girl. “You should not be down here. It’s not safe.”

“Oh, do I answer to you now?” Her voice remained mild but there was no mistaking the amusement and annoyance threaded through her words. “Because I’m fairly certain I do not.”

“Your father would be displeased, should he know you’ve come down here.”

Princess. Thorin straightened at hearing her addressed this way. This girl was no dwarrowdam after all. Which explained so much, and yet left so many other questions clanging around in his head, beginning with why a princess was wandering about the dungeon, for starters.

“Carys!” A deeper voice rang out along the cells. “What mean you by this?”

“By what? Being here?” She didn't seem at all nervous or afraid as the elf who’d rounded Thorin and his company up in the Mirkwood forest stepped out of the shadows. “Legolas, you didn't even offer them a drop to drink and after battling the spiders, no less. What is the matter with you?”

Thorin almost smiled at the disappointment and scolding in her voice. It served the uppity elf right, to be put in his place. He not only accused Thorin of lies, but of thievery as well, and took it upon himself to relieve Thorin of the same sword Elrond had gifted him not a two months ago. 

Thorin looked from Carys to Legolas and almost groaned at the resemblance between them. She was not a dwarf at all, but merely a very small elf. A child, perhaps? He thunked his head against the iron bars. A child would not go against her father’s wishes and free them. The most she would do would be to offer them water. What else could she do? 

But if Legolas was chagrined by her words, he hid it well, snorting before he replied, “Why would I do such a thing? And you should not take it upon yourself to—”

“Oh, hush,” she snapped, shaking her head at him. “Don’t be that way. Papa is angry that they dared trespass, and while he’s within his rights to be annoyed, I think imprisoning them is overkill. They were lost in our woods and he had them arrested for it. They’d done nothing to warrant it, you know. Lost is not a crime, unless our laws have changed, which I’m fairly certain they’ve not.”

Legolas’ dark eyes flicked up and Thorin almost smiled as he met the elf’s stare easily. Stepping around his sister, he said, “Do not think I am as soft as she. I care not if you lot are left here long enough to turn to dust.”

“I’ve noticed,” Thorin replied dryly, mindful of Balin’s dark eyes boring into his back at the moment. “Although, I confess, I was not aware being lost was a crime, unless, as she’s pointed out, your laws have changed.”

“You are guilty of more than simply being lost. You took it upon yourself to attempt to hunt one of Thranduíl’s prized deer, and that is a crime in these lands,” Legolas told him, shaking his head. “You are fortunately this cell is all the punishment he’s ordered.”

“I certainly feel fortunate.”

“Thorin, mind yourself,” Balin growled behind him.

Thorin ignored the warning, adding, “We were lost and hungry and thirsty. You would do the same, were you in our boots.”

“I would never be in dwarven boots. I value my feet far too much.” Legolas turned to his sister. “Come. I will have one of the others deal with this lot.”

“I wish to bring them water first. A little kindness won’t hurt, you know.”

“Not now. Let’s go.” He grabbed Carys by the elbow and steered her away, calling over his shoulders, “She will not be back, you know.”

Carys scowled as she glared up at her older brother. “Would it have hurt to give them a sip of water? When did you grow so cold, Legolas, that you would deny anyone a basic necessity such as that?”

“You are too soft, is the problem,” he replied without looking at her. “And you know Father would agree with me.”

She pulled free. “We will see about that.”

“Carys, wait—”

She ignored him, marching ahead of him along the open walkway that led toward her father’s throne room. Although she knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears, she had to try. Thorin Oakenshield and his company had broken no elven laws, save for that attempt to shoot one of Thranduíl’s white deer, and she felt one hundred years in a cell was not exactly a warranted punishment for that. If they’d hit the deer, perhaps, but since he’d missed…

Besides, she’d heard tell of Thorin Oakenshield and had, for some time now, wondered whether or not he actually existed. Now that she’d seen him for herself… well… she was somehow going to convince her father to let him go. What harm had befallen her family from having the dwarves in their forest? Absolutely none. 

With that, she marched into the throne room where she found Thranduíl perched high atop his throne of woven branches, adorned with gilded versions of oak leaves, acorns, maple seeds, and pine cones. He blended with the surroundings in his flowing robes of gold, orange, brown, and red silk that floated about him like a mist. The sunlight that filtered through the treetops reflected off his crown of sticks and twigs, also adorned with gilded acorns and polished stones that in some lights appeared golden, and in others, almost black. 

“Papa, a word?”

His eyes were as green as spring leaves after a rainstorm, calm and tranquil as they met hers. “What is it, Carys?”

“The prisoners.”

“If you mean the dwarves, you should simply stop right there,” he replied sternly, “for I will not discuss them.”

“What have they done that is so terrible? They were lost.”

“That does not excuse them their trespasses.”

“They didn't kill the deer, mind you.” She shook her head as she stepped closer. “They did nothing except walk along our paths. They sipped not even a drop of water. Let them go.”

“I will do no such thing and we will not discuss it further. They stay until Thorin Oakenshield is willing to return to me that which is rightfully mine.”

“What?” She cocked her head slightly to stare up at him. “What are you about, Papa? What of yours can these dwarves possibly have?”

Thranduíl shook his head, sending his shimmering blond hair spilling like molten gold over his shoulders. “Never you mind about it. You have my answer. And I’ll not change my mind, so do not even try.”

“But, Papa—”

“No!” His low voice echoed all around them and his robes swished softly as he rose to sweep carefully down the staircase from his throne. “I’ll not settle for any less.”

“You are being impossibly stubborn, do you know this? You make no sense and this is just cruel. They’ve not even been offered so much as sip of water since you locked them away.”

“I needed not make sense to you, daughter, to have my wishes obeyed. Now, you are to stay away from the dungeons. Legolas,” Thranduíl’s pale eyes flicked up over her head, “see your sister to her chambers, please.”

“I can see myself there, thank you.” She spun about and swept out of the throne room through the doorway along the eastern wall, that led to a corridor traveled only by her family. Her rooms were at the far end, and she didn't slow down as she made her way through her chambers and out to the small garden behind them.

Hints of jasmine and honeysuckle hung in the air. If she closed her eyes, Carys could almost see her mother, for those scents would forever be associated with her mother. She had very little memory of her, but for her scent remained burned into Carys’ brain and would remain there. This garden was the only place were honeysuckle grew, as Thranduíl did not know she’d cultivated it. Had he, and Carys had no doubt he’d have ordered it burned. Not out of cruelty, but out of self-preservation, for he’d never gotten over her murder.

Carys was but an infant when it happened and had no memory of her mother aside from the flowers. And she could not even be sure that she linked them because she remember them or because her father told her that her mother’s favorite scent was honeysuckle. It didn't matter. Carys found comfort in the smell, just has her father found sorrow in it. 

A low stone wall ringed the garden and as she sank onto it, Carys sighed softly. Thorin and his men did not deserve to be locked away in a dungeon for a crime that was hardly a crime. The longer she sat there, her back against her favorite tree, watching the fireflies as they flashed through the growing darkness, the more strongly she felt they did not deserve this. 

The Feast of Starlight, Mereth Nuin Goliath was to begin shortly, and once the wine began flowing, no one would notice if she slipped away from the others. So she joined them all in the Great Hall, and by half-eleven, even her father was well into his cups. As she thought, no one seemed to take notice when she slipped out of the hall and down into the kitchens, where the keys were kept on a hook near the doorway. 

The iron ring was cold and far heavier than it looked, and she wrapped her fingers about the numerous equally cold and heavy keys to keep them from clanking together as she descended into the damp depths of the Mirkwood dungeons. That dampness bit into her, the cold made her feet ache through her thin silk slippers, and she wished she’d brought a wrap with her. 

But, she’d be up in her chambers and warm again soon enough, and so put her discomfort from her mind. It was temporary and it would pass.

“What time do you suppose it is?” The low male voice floated out from one of the cells.

“It must be nearly dawn by now.”

“We will never make it in time.”

She crept up to Thorin’s cell and softly rattled the keys. “I beg to differ.”

Thorin appeared in the doorway, his eyes pale blue slivers in the soft light afforded by the torches affixed high above them. Those eyes stood out starkly against his long tangle of black har and equally dark, heavy brows. “What are you doing?”

“I do not believe trespassing is deserving of a hundred-year sentence.” She slid the key into the lock and turned to set the tumblers opening. “And so, I’ve come to let you all go. But, you’ll have to move quickly, for it won’t take much for them to notice I’ve gone. They’re drunk, but not dead, you know.” 

The door opened noiselessly and a moment later, Thorin stood before her. Up close, he was strikingly handsome. Far more so than she would have ever thought and definitely more so than she’d ever expected. And since he was tall for a dwarf, and she was short for an elf, they were the same height, which meant they stood nearly eye-to-eye. 

Those eyes were friendly now, and almost warm as he said, “Princess, thank you.”

“There is no need for that.” She glanced over her shoulder at the sounds of people moving in the kitchens. “We need to move. Now. Follow me.”

“How do we know this isn’t a trap?” A dwarf almost as tall as Thorin and far more menacing-looking, with his balding, tattooed head, growled. 

“Why would I trap you when you were already trapped?” She shook her head. “There really is no time for this. Come with me or remain here for the next hundred years. The choice is yours.”

“Where is the hobbit? Is he here?” a dwarf with two jet-black pigtails asked.

“I’ve no idea what hobbit you might be referring to, as I’ve seen none. Now, please,” Carys tried to force as much urgency into her whisper as she could manage, “it will not be long before someone comes into the kitchens and notices this enormous key ring—” she held up the ring in question, jangling it softly for effect—“is missing. And they will know why it is missing. So, if you’d be so kind, please, follow me.”

“Do as she says,” Thorin hissed, then to her surprise, caught her by the elbow as he added, “Please, lead on.”

She did, moving swiftly along the all-too-familiar treads, deeper into the palace, until they reached the bottommost level, where at least two dozen casks stood carefully stacked, waiting to be filled with goods to be sent down the Forest River to Esgaroth and points beyond.

Thorin stared at her in disbelief. “You cannot mean what I think you mean.”

“You will be fine. Trust me. I used to do this myself as a child. It might give you butterflies in your stomach, but that’s the worst that should happen.”

“Thorin, you cannot mean to listen to her!” The dwarf with the pigtails stared in wide-eyed horror. “She’s meaning to drown the lot of us. And we cannot leave without finding Bilbo.”

“Please,” she looked from one dwarf to the next, shaking her head as dust filtered down from the boards above, “someone has noticed and you are almost out of time. Get in the barrels. Otherwise, my efforts will have been in vain and you will find yourselves back in your cells.”

“In with you all,” Thorin whispered sharply. “Waste no more time!”

More dust filtered down around them and the dwarves reluctantly climbed into the barrels, muttering and mumbling the entire time. She ignored them as she met Thorin’s gaze. “You should get in as well. I’ll pull the lever and get you on your way. Hopefully, the current will be swift enough to have whisked you out of reach of the archers, but I will try to stall them as best I can just the same.”

“Thank you, princess.”

“You’re welcome.” Footsteps thudded dully overhead. “You should go.”

He glanced up. “What will happen to you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never defied my father this way. He will be quite angry, I imagine. But, that certainly won’t be the first time.”

The footsteps grew louder and now her heart beat faster. Thranduíl would be beyond furious with her, really. He might even banish her. She didn't know. She’d seen him banish other elves for lesser offenses, but they were not his daughter, either. Certainly she would not have to fear such a punishment.

At least, she hoped she wouldn’t. 

The boards directly over their heads creaked and voices, muffled at first, grew clearer. The seriousness of her actions bit into her then and without hesitation, she said, “Get in now!”

Thorin climbed into a barrel and looked back at her once more. “Thank you again.”

“Think not of it,” she told him, forcing herself to smile as she moved to the lever that wold turn the floor into a ramp. “Safe travels.”

Though kept well-oiled, the dampness still caused rust to form on the giant cogs and they squealed as she pushed against the lever with all of her might. At first, the floor only barely moved and fear bit into her with sharp teeth, urged her to push with more force. The muscles in her back screamed, the ones in her legs burned, but finally, the ramp lowered and one by one, the barrels splashed into the river far below. Another moment later, and they were out of sight.

The ramp clapped shut just as the first guards burst into the chamber, Thranduíl right behind them, his eyes ablaze with utter fury unlike any she’d ever seen. When those eyes fell on her, she stepped back, her stomach twisting into hot knots of fear unlike any she’d ever felt before. 

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[queeniesrose]

This is inspired by a post that was done a few years ago on a friends blog where they did for the Pokémon universe where the SWSH leaders were reacting to thirsty tweets. Some of the terms I am using maybe new to some of you. I will not be explaining what they mean. This post will read like it is for a youtube video. The host of the video will be the reader. The responses here will be somewhat shorter than for the Pokemon post.

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Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Thirsty Tweets: Middle Earth

As soon as the video starts playing, the viewer can see the host on screen. It wasn’t long before you said in the video, “On today's episode of Celebrity Thirsty Tweets, we have fashion royalty, the men of Durín’s Folk, and more! Sit back, relax and enjoy the video!” The screen fades to black with a rendition of ABC by Jackson 5 playing. Soon the first person and their corresponding tweet is on screen.

I want @Thrandaddy to simba me. No, I will NOT explain to those who don't understand.

Thranduil lets out a hearty laugh, "It has been some time since I last been asked to Simba someone. Both in a safe for work and a not safe for work context." He shakes his head as he pushes the naughty thoughts away for a moment. "But that is something that would be doable.... With someone special" He gives the camera a knowing look.

@DurinsFolkDwalin can angry moose me whenever he so pleases.

Dwalin shifts back into his chair, stroking his beard. In a low, gravely voice, he says, "Well, someone is a kinky little thang. Maybe you'll get lucky one of these days..." His voice trails off as he sinks a bit lower into the chair. "Or maybe not. The world may never know."

I need him soooo bad. I woke up thinkin about him dicking me down. @DurinsFolkThorin

Thorin scoffs a little bit, "You need me? You need me to 'dick you down'." He says putting air quotes around the last part of the sentence. A smile slowly creeps onto his face, "You certainly are a bold one to say that on the internet. Unfortunately, the only person who would get 'dicked down' by me, as you so eloquently put it, would be my significant other." He lets out a low chuckle.

I would hold his ass as if they were shiny jewels. Mans has a nice phat dumpy. @L.Greenleaf

Legolas immediately gets a mischievous look on his face. "Phat dumpy? What phat dumpy?" He asks as he stands up, turning around far enough to where his ass would be in frame and lifting up his shirt and jacket. Effectively showing off his ass. "Do you mean this phat dumpy? This is you wanted to see, right! It best be Greenwood's ass!" He burst out laughing after that.

Can I bite his butt? @DurinsFolkFili

Yes, you can. Don't forget to do a drive by ass slapping for @DurinsFolkKili. Just wind up your hand and then smack that ass so hard it makes a crack sound. Then BOLT.

It took Fili and Kili several minutes to get through reading their respective tweets. And even longer for them to calm down from laughing. Kili smacks Fili in the stomach a few times lightly, motioning him to speak first. "Oooooooooh boy! This is simultaneously the funniest and kinkiest thing that has been said to us as a pair. If you truly do want to know if you can drive by slap Kili's ass." He pauses for a moment, "Yes. Yes,you can. Don't let him know it's happening. Keep him on his toes."

Kili's eyes widen at that, before exclaiming, "Hey! Hey! No you can't! Not without doing the same thing to him, that is." He bursts out laughing again at his thoughts. "If you manage to bit his ass too...."

I just want @RangerStrider to hate fuck me so I can growl at him and never to him again. I hate him so bad.

But soft Aragorn? OH NO MY MUSCLES INVOLUNTARILY FLEX!

Aragorn lets out a low growl, before smiling. "I'm flattered, but I don't think I'd ever hate fuck someone." He gets closer to the mic, softening he voice, "Soft, you want to see soft me, huh? Be good for me and maybe you all will be able to see a soft Aragorn."

Horny on main again for @K9DadHaldir.

Haldir looks into the camera with a slight confused look. "On main? What does that mean? Some of these young people slang confuse me." He says, scratching the back of his neck. "Is it like, the same thing as, or similar to being feral? If it is, thanks. I guess? I sure hope that's a good thing."

The camera fades to black, before you appear back on screen. "And that's all for today folks! This has been today's episode of Celebrity Thirsty Tweets! See you next time!" You say before your video outro plays.

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

youtube is recommending me thirsty ass thranduil clip compilations again.. we're so back

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie- Pt. 115- Letters

Summary: Raven abandons the Elvenking. He writes his Queen another letter. Lola comforts Josie. Haldir, Legolas and Josie have quite a conversation. Josie witnesses an unsettling encounter. She later writes a tear jerking letter. A heartfelt request is answered.

*Warnings* Angst, alcohol use

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Raven erratically paced about in front of Thranduil's concealed forest dungeon, debating on just leaving while she could since Jareth was still not back. At this point, she didn't care about Thranduil after how he treated her...again, considering the predicament he was in and she was his only hope. But she knew that Jareth would just hunt her down, and at this point, Thranduil would be her only hope in ridding the world of the goblin king. All she could do was keep waiting for his return.

"I know you are there. Why do you linger in the shadows?" Thranduil snidely remarked from inside his darkened prison.

Raven decided to mess with him.

"I am here to tell you I am leaving while I have the chance. You're on your own Elvenking. You're lucky I have even come to inform you after your display of rage against me...AGAIN, when both times I was trying to help your unworthy ass."

"Do you call torturing me by impersonating my wife in a carnal manner, not once, but twice....helping me?"

"Well...you did the same thing to me, did you not? Offered me sexual pleasure that was not real....and then tried to kill me, not once, but twice. You really shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you King, for there are consequences. Need I remind you of what I know?"

Thranduil slowly paced about.

"Go ahead. Leave. See how far you get. Jareth will hunt you to the ends of the earth and need I remind you, there are still death dealers that will not rest until you are dead...and I am certain Lestat and his company are among those who desire to see you burn. You will never be free. Always peering over your shoulder. A fugitive you will be for the rest of your miserable existence. Your only refuge is here in the goblin kingdom with the goblin king...that is if he does not eliminate you himself. Is that not why you seek my aid? Or do you prefer to remain at the end of his whip for eternity?"

His words resonated with Raven as she stared at his door. Thranduil was right about all of it. No matter the choice she made, death would always be on her doorstep and right now, she could have the chance to eliminate one of those threats with his help.

"It does not matter. Jareth is not even here and I do not have a clue as to where he is or when he will return, so for now, we can do nothing for each other...and I am sick of this place and the mind games you play with me. You can just remain in your desolation, but I will not. My powers have returned full force and I am going to go on a little trip, pay some people a visit. Tell me, elf lord, should I swing by my sister's place and tell her about the skeleton in yours and your son's closet?"

Thranduil marched to the door and slammed his hands on it, making Raven stumble back.

"If you go near my wife I will..."

"You'll what? Kill me?" Raven chuckled as she cut him off. "Seems you would have to be free to do that. Relax Thrandy. I will be back in due time. You're patient. You can wait. Thanksgiving is around the corner and I am starving for some real food, and extremely thirsty for blood...and other things. I have needs. I cannot thrive here. In the meantime, you'll have your creepy goblin look alike to keep you company, wherever the hell Gollum is."

Raven walked up to the hole and shoved in four candles and four match sticks.

"That should do you for awhile on light. You're lucky I'm even giving you that. You'll have to ask Igor for assistance for anything you need while I'm gone. Toodaloo Thrandy. It's been real."

It would be beneath him to coax her into staying, so Thranduil said no more and walked away from the door thinking about something she said. Thanksgiving. He hadn't known what day it was since he had arrived in Jareth's evil realm, but what he did know was that it was All Hallows' Eve when he disappeared, which told him his daughter now almost three weeks old. It had also been three weeks he hadn't seen you and that you and everyone else believed him dead. It hurt him immensely that he had not been there for Leean's birth or that he was not there for you through it all. If only you or Legolas could hear him. Thranduil had healed from his physical wounds, but the evil of the dark forest had bound him of his powers, slowly sucking from him what life he had left. If he was not freed soon from this hole and this realm, he would surely die.

"I vow to you my sweet Josephine, I will find my way back to you. I will hold on for you. I will find a way to make you feel me. I have died everyday waiting for you and I will continue to wait even if I die doing so." Thranduil whispered as he sat down and gazed at the letters he had been writing you. He then closed his eyes as a tear snuck out of one, and focused so hard on reaching you.

Thranduil began to write again.

"My sweet girl,

Come, walk with me for awhile said the moon. Let us go back to when we first met, back to when you first looked at me like I was magic, and the wolf in you called me it's only lover.

The day we met, frozen I held my breath. Right from the start I knew it. I found a home. For my heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I will love you for a thousand more. Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me. Every breath, every hour has come to this. One step closer. All along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me. Time will bring mine to you.

More than nin own cuil, (more than my own life)

Your King,

Thranduil "    

He then folded the letter as he wept and sealed it with wax from the candle and placed it under his pillow, knowing you would never read the words from his soul.

You ran back to your room after Garrett took off, and sat on the bed crying. How could he do this to you again, after he promised he would never leave you. So much had happened for you to notice how much pain he was truly in and that hurt you deeply. Garrett had always been there for you and you hadn't been for him, although you knew he never would have expected you to be after all you had been and were going through, but that didn't make you feel any better about it.

Lola came to your side and comforted you through your tears.

"Everyone keeps leaving me. I don't know what to do anymore. Thranduil, my sweet love, is gone and I have managed to push everyone else away that I care deeply for. I just want to go home....but...nobody's home."

"Hush now. It will be alright. Sometimes home is not a place, but it lies within people. Prince Legolas and Haldir seem to love you very much and you have a beautiful baby girl now as well and they all look at you like you hung the moon and painted the sky with all the stars."

"I..I know...so did my King and I...I miss him so much that I do not know how I am still breathing. I don't know how to do this thing called life without him. He saved my life only to leave me in need of saving all over again....and now my dad is god knows where and I had just miraculously gotten him back after nine years of believing him dead.... Garrett is gone too and it's all my fault. I have hurt him badly and I never meant to... and Narcisse...I thought he was different. I feel so alone and lost..."

"I do not like to speak of my employer for it is not my place but...Lord Narcisse really isn't a bad person, he has just been dealt many bad things, such as you have. I can see he has come to care for you as well. I am sure you and he will work things out."

"I...I just want to talk to Thranduil so bad and I can't. The feeling is indescribable....and all my powers are gone and I and everyone else is stuck here in some storm that is all because of me. I am just useless. If I had my powers, I might be able to fight the black magic that is upon this kingdom. I never even got the chance to speak with Stephane about that because....well, that part don't matter but..."

"Speak with him later when you both are more clear minded. In the meantime, if you want to speak to your King, write him a letter. It may help you to put your thoughts into words that are right in front of you. There's a pen and paper over there on the desk."

"Thank you Lola. You truly are a godsend right now. I may do that tonight before bed when all is quiet with the world and hopefully my heart. Right now, I need to go do something. Has Legolas been back at all, or have you seen Haldir?"

"No my lady...I mean, Josie."

"Alright. I will be back soon."

You kissed your sleeping angel and left in search for either of the two elves who were both also hurt by you. Where to start was the question. Haldir was livid when you last saw him so you were a bit worried how he was going to react to your presence...and Legolas was crushed by you asking him to leave. You had only done so because you thought it was best, not because you wanted him to go.

Eventually, you came across them both in a lounge room, drinking up the Dorwinion ale.

Slowly, you walked up to the two squiffy elves who suddenly became quiet as soon as they sensed your presence. Hopefully, the fact that they were there together in a civil manner meant that Legolas was able to make Haldir understand what he saw....or it was just the alcohol, which sounded damn good at that moment.

"Can...I speak to you both?"

Haldir set his chalice down and stood up, peering down at you with his happy hour blue eyes.

"Jo...I...I offer you my sincerest apologies. I was so very wrong about..."

You didn't even let him finish and jumped into his arms, squeezing him tight.

"Do not apologize to me Haldir. I cannot blame you for what you assumed for I know how it must have looked."

He smiled and hugged you back, not wanting to let you go as the potent ale had him all in his feelings that he had been shoving down for months.

"Haldir...I..I can't breathe." you choked out a giggle.

"Oh...sorry my lady." he sheepishly said, swiftly releasing you.

"Look!" you excitedly said as you pulled out the dreamcatcher he had given you. "Lestat, he was here and found this in my room at his castle. he said it was one of the only rooms that had no damage form the fire."

His eyes lit up with sheer joy. "Jo, I am so happy for you. Maybe now you will get some peaceful rest."

"I thought I smelled another vampire all over you....and what would it matter if it had been what Haldir thought? It is not Haldir's business of what you or I do. It is no one's but ours." Legolas snarked from his seat after witnessing Haldir's indiscreet affections of you.

"It does matter Legolas because it was nothing of the sort." you snarked back.

"Is that why you asked of me to kiss you?"

"You what?" Haldir inquired in bewilderment.

"Legolas Greenleaf, that is not how it went and you know it. Do not twist the tale!" you snapped with a glare.

"Jo....he is just feeling sorry for himself because you kicked him out of your room." Haldir reveled with a grin at the perturbed prince.

Legolas stood up with a bit of a sway. "She did not kick me out. JO kindly asked me to move to another chamber."

Haldir definitely picked up on him calling you Jo, just like Legolas intended for him to do.

"So now you are calling her Jo too?"

"Why not? She asked me to"

"You what??' Haldir repeated his prior statement in an even more bewildered tone than the last one.

"I did...but he hasn't done it until the convenience of this moment. Why is that Legolas?" you sarcastically asked as you folded your arms over your chest.

"Must I have a reason?"

"You do not, but I know you have one and I also know you are going to tell me."

"Well.... since you are so inclined to know, it is because I choose not to. The silly nickname belongs to horny Haldir and now also to the special Stephane who does not like shirts, so I choose to have something for only myself by calling you Josie."

"Horny? You are one to talk about that and not liking shirts. In fact, you don't seem to like any clothing after what I saw that I cannot unsee."

"You are just jealous because she asked me to kiss her and not you."

"ENOUGH!!" you shouted.

"I asked you to kiss me to make me warm like you did in the forest back on the mountain and you know that Legolas! So enough about the kiss before I smack you like I did Narcisse for kissing me!" you accidentally blurted out in your anger.

Both stunned elves whipped their head to you with a simultaneous response.

"He what???"

"You know...I certainly have not missed the relentless and ridiculous bickering between the two of you. I am going back to my room for the rest of the day and night. Enjoy your beer!" you huffed and marched off.

As you rounded a corner on your way to your room, you quickly stepped back as you saw Narcisse embracing a woman. The same woman you saw speaking two two weeks ago outside of the stable that had soon left in a carriage. You could hear them speaking so you peeked with one eye out of curiosity in knowing who she was.

"Stephane, I don't want to lose you. I know there's resentment between us but..I want us to be together, to go forward together. I have a special dinner planned for us tonight. We can talk more about how things have been going since I've been away."

The woman gripped him fiercely as if she were desperate to keep him, but there was this look in her eyes that relayed nothing but evil....and Stephane did not look happy at all but more so....trapped.

She then left and Narcisse just stood there as if his world had just fallen apart.

Suddenly, he slowly turned his head to the side as if he knew he was being watched, then a smirk formed on his mouth as he began to turn his body. You gasped and flung flat against the wall, stiffened with panicked eyes as your heart pounded so hard, you swore it would leap from your chest. You weren't about to let him catch you spying on him although you had a good inclination that he knew you were there. After all, he was a witch. Off you sprinted in the other direction and took a back way to your room where you rushed in panting, spun around and slammed the door, then turned to lean on it as your shaking legs threatened to give out.

"Josie...is everything alright?" Lola asked as she came up to you.

"Yes...yes Lola. I...I was just spooked. The large halls are quite frightening when you're all alone in them." you fibbed...well some, as that part actually was true. "I would like to feed Leean now. Would you mind gathering me some lunch while I do so?"

"Certainly." she obliged and left.

After feeding your precious child, you ate your food and then fell asleep with Haldir's dreamcatcher clenched in your hand. Hours later, you awoke, dream free. Leean was still sleeping and Lola was too, on the couch where Legolas used to sleep. You missed him already even if you were a bit upset at his inebriated actions earlier.

You decided to do what Lola had suggested and write a letter to Thranduil.

You lit a candle and sat down at the desk, not knowing where to start because you had a novel in your mind of all the things you wanted to tell him, so you just let your heart take over.

"My dearest King,

I miss you in ways I didn't know existed. You are a mental and physical ache, a longing woven deep into my dna and I don't know how to live like this. I feel like the wolf who howls at the moon, for I feel he is in love with it and cries for that love he will never touch. I haven't felt safe since I was pushed from the safety of your arms. One minute, all was right in the world and in an instant, I was trying to hold my own heart as it crumbled. As I sit and stare at this empty room, it takes everything in me not to cry from the hurt that washes over me. Where there was once words and immense love, all I have now is emptiness and sorrow. I often think about where it all went wrong because I loved...love you more than I have ever loved anyone, but as the song says, sometimes love is not enough. If it were, my love would bring you back. My mind is always drifting off to countless thoughts and memories of you as tears stream from my eyes. You are the love of a lifetime that slipped right through my fingers even as I clawed and fought to keep you alive. I wish I had answers and to know what you're thinking at this very moment...if you can even think anything at all now, but I will never know. Now I must live the rest of my life never understanding why you were taken from me when we were so close to a beautiful forever. Maybe I'll find you again someday in another life, because I have always known we were together in times before...but that solace does me little good as my heart slowly breaks with the pain of a thousand lifetimes. To hear your voice once more, to see your smile again, just to feel the emotions of our love wash over me as you call me your sweet girl, these are only some of the many things I dream of. I must be strong now and try to smile for our sweet daughter that we created out of the rarest and purest love, and try to look for the light in a new day. I miss you. I miss us. But now all I have are whispers of your voice in my heart and my love for you that will never fade. That will have to be enough. True love never dies and that will be my hope for all my tomorrows without you, until I see your beautiful face once again. I will love you until my last breath and then I will find you and I will love you more.

More than nin own cuil, ( more than my own life)

Your Queen,

Josephine."

You folded the letter as you sobbed and sealed it with wax from the candle, then placed it under your pillow, knowing Thranduil would never read the words of your soul.

"Thranduil, my love, my King. Show me a sign that you are still here with me somehow....so that I can manage these excruciating endless days without you." you whispered as you laid down onto your pillow.

Moments later, there was a rapping on your balcony door. Gasping in fear, you sprung up and stared at them. But after just asking for a sign from your King, you had to open the doors and see who it was.

The arctic breeze stung you in the face as you opened one door slowly and peeked out. There sat your crow on the ledge, gazing at you.

"You...you've come back! Where did you go?"

The big black bird cawed once and turned around and picked up something shiny that dangled from his beak. Your eyes were so foggy with tears that you couldn't tell what it was right away. Reaching out your hand, the crow dropped it into your palm.

It shone bright as starlight when it made contact with your skin. It was your moonstone necklace Thranduil had given you on your wedding day...the day he vowed to be with you forever........

@redeemer46

[catz4ever]

My favorite picture of Lee. All of his features are captured so beautifully. His "come and get me" expression and the freckles on his flexed bicep...this man does things to me that no one else can...🖤

[melhekhelmurkun]

I am not a fan of those silly lil helmets the Gondorian soldiers wear. Not a fan.

[bakuliwrites]

Today feels like a good day to work on Elven King spice

[wallywaffle]

Im W E A K look L O O K

Would i fight him for throwing books? Yes. Would i tap that? Absolutely.

😳....you dont have to tell me twice damn

[bluebellhairpin]

Damn Thranduil can slit open my throat please

[blairsanne]

Somehow this continues to be one of the most popular things I've posted on here.

Can someone please tell me what they liked about it so I can do more of it?

12: Mulled Wine

Drabbles for December based on this prompt list.

The Hobbit - Thranduil x Reader, Legolas, Tauriel

Based on this request by @acupnoodle

Thranduil strode into his private chambers and shut the door behind him, soothed by the fragrant smell of the mulled wine that was waiting for him at his usual seat. It had been a long day. For some reason, his son had been asking him strange questions and giving him mischievous looks that had him pondering what Legolas might be up to.

He needn’t have questioned it long, however.

He stepped further into the room and stopped short when he saw you seated in his chair. You read the subtle disapproval in the twitch of his eye, though he simply tilted his head. “Good evening,” he offered. You stood and offered a polite bow. “Good evening my king.”

You had started calling him your king, despite not being of Mirkwood, as a matter of respect. Lord Elrond had sent you to liaise with Thranduil about a complex matter of trade between the two realms, and, some weeks later, you were nearing conclusion of all the formalities. Soon you would have to return to Rivendell, and, if you were honest, you were a bit sad at the thought. Mirkwood was so different from your home in the hidden valley, and you had grown quite fond of it.

Thranduil stepped past you and slowly served himself a glass of the wine that was still simmering in a pot sitting on the table. He took a sip and then finally glanced over his shoulder at you, brow raised. “What business have you in my private chambers, pray tell?” “Oh-” You felt color rising to your cheeks as you looked down. You were instantly mortified. “I was told that you had called for me. My apologies, there must have been a misunderstanding-”

“Who told you that I had sent for you?” He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. You pursed and then licked your lips, feeling foolish as you avoided eye contact. He might think you were lying, you realized, because the answer was absurd; but you thought it best to be honest regardless. “Prince Legolas.”

You looked up in time to catch the subtle smile that ghosted his lips. “Ah. I see.” It seemed he believed you. You bowed again. “I will leave you to your evening, my king. My deepest apologies once again.” “No need to apologize,” he purred, holding a hand up in a dismissive gesture. “You were simply doing as instructed. I can ask no more than that.”

When you tried to open the door to the hallway, the handle would not turn. You tried the other door, then both at once.

“Problem?”

You were sure King Thranduil must think you were a complete imbecile by now. Just as you turned to explain that you were having troubles with the door, he appeared beside you and placed his lithe fingers on the handle, frowning when it did not move.

“It seems we’ve been locked in,” he stated simply and without alarm. “Locked in?” You looked up at him, concern resting subtly in your features. “But why would-” “Would you like some wine?” “My- king?” Your concern faded to confusion as he stared down at you. He was smiling, his impossibly pale eyes boring into you. “Come,” his tone became more authoritative. “Have some wine with me while we await a rescue.”

You followed him back to his table, knowing better than to disobey a foreign king in his own home. You sat down in the other chair, murmuring a polite thank you when he handed you a goblet of the warm, fragrant liquid.

“I would like to ask you not to call me that.” “Call you what-” “Your king. Please, refer to me as Thranduil as you refer to my son by his name alone.”

That seemed far too forward, but you weren’t going to argue with him. “If- that is what you prefer…”

---

In the hallway, Tauriel looked over her shoulder as she approached the king’s private chambers. She grinned when she saw Legolas casually pacing the floor.

“Well?” Legolas returned her grin. “They just tried to get out, but Ada didn’t even call for the guard when he realized the door was locked.” Tauriel’s nose scrunched in amusement. Legolas played with the large key to the doors and raised his brows. “Should we go pass some time?”

---

The drink you’d been encouraged to have was delicious, and filled you with warmth and a feeling of coziness. You wondered if Thranduil drank this every night before bed; it certainly seemed like a good choice for unwinding.

The two of you had exchanged pleasantries, and he’d asked about a walk you had taken with Tauriel earlier that day. He seemed so relaxed in comparison to you, and you wondered how he was so unperturbed by being locked into these chambers unexpectedly.

After a quiet moment passed, his voice startled you. “You must be looking forward to returning home.” You looked up from your cup to see his eyes trained on you intently.

You licked your lips. You had been taught never to outright disagree with someone who held power over you, though you also weren’t inclined to lie to Thranduil. You weren’t sure if he was subtly telling you he wanted you to leave, or simply making conversation. You hummed.

“I’ve really enjoyed my time here. I had no idea Mirkwood was so different from Rivendell, and I fear I may find myself missing it greatly upon my return.” There was a twinkle of approval in his icy eyes, and in the soft raise of his chin as you spoke. “I am happy to hear you’ve enjoyed our hospitality. It is rare that we have guests from the hidden valley.” You nodded. “I suppose only those on business.”

He pursed his lips and gave a small nod, then sipped his wine. “And with ours nearly concluded I suppose it shall be some time until such an occasion arises again.” “A shame.” You let out a small sigh and sipped your wine, a sadness settling over your features as you thought of the long journey home and the feeling of loss that was sure to accompany you there.

You had spent a disproportionate amount of time socializing with Thranduil’s son and his friend Tauriel, who had immediately taken you under their wing when you arrived in their forest home. Despite his high station, Legolas was surprisingly light-hearted, and had invited you several times to dine with him and the king. Despite only knowing them a few weeks, you’d managed to grow closer to and fonder of Legolas and Tauriel than your acquaintances in Rivendell.

Thranduil, on the other hand, had a way of making you feel slightly unnerved. He had striking features and carried himself with such authority that even if you hadn’t known him to be the Elvenking, you would have surely taken notice of him. And taken notice you had; his intense stares met you in your dreams as you imagined becoming closer with him.

Once, a week after your arrival, you happened to witness him laugh at something Legolas had said; a genuine, facade-crumbling laugh that you never could have imagined from him. Since that day, you had wondered if you could ever hear such a magnificent sound again.

For Thranduil’s part, he’d been curious about you from the moment you arrived in Mirkwood. Unfortunately, you seemed the least at ease around him. You were able to speak almost casually with his son, and he’d heard various things about you from Tauriel, who was becoming a good friend to you. He wondered if his position intimidated you, or if perhaps you were trying to maintain a distance so as to be a better negotiator. You were never rude with him, but you were adept at politely declining suggestions that were not to Rivendell’s best interests. It seemed to him that every conversation with you was a sort of dance around things you felt you shouldn’t say and potential points of contention. He wished to push past your defenses and engage with you as the others did.

“A shame, is it?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot and you looked up from your wine to see the stoic Elvenking’s icy blue eyes boring into you. You struggled to know what to say, your mind slowed by the sweet liquid you’d been drinking deeply of. “There’s no need for you to leave Mirkwood when negotiations conclude,” he offered lightly, then took a sip of his wine. You struggled to read his face. He noted your lack of reply. Perhaps he needed to be more forthcoming with his suggestion. “We could send written notice to Lord Elrond with the final contract and you could remain here as long as you wish.”

It was a generous offer. They’d given you such lovely accommodations and had treated you as an honored guest for so long that you were sure you’d soon wear out your welcome. Not so, apparently.

“To what end, my- er, Thranduil?” Your insecurities soaked through your voice. “Once we’ve concluded, then surely I’ll be of no use here.” “Use?” He let out a quiet snort. “If it is a task or occupation you find yourself in need of, I’m certain one can be afforded. You’ve proven yourself to be a skilled intermediary.” He caught the way your brows rose and your eyes sparkled with interest. “If- If you truly mean so, then I would be happy to stay here.” A soft smile played on his lips. It seemed you’d said the right thing.

Happy, he thought. Not ‘honored’, not ‘open to the idea of’- but happy. He took your use of emotive language as honesty. “It would make us happy to have you.” “Oh-” You felt your face flush and you gestured with your hand - about to say something self-deprecating - accidentally knocking over the goblet of wine you’d put down on the table.

You stood in a panic. “Oh! My- my deepest apologies, I-” “It’s nothing.” Thranduil was upon you immediately, his lithe hand resting on your shoulder. “Just a spill.”

You licked your lips, feeling a bit dizzy at having stood up so quickly after so much sweet alcohol. His other hand hooked under your chin and he stared down at you with knit brows. You looked unsteady on your feet. “Are you feeling alright?” “I feel… a bit strange,” you hedged. Not only from the wine, but also at his soft touch and proximity; his invitation to stay in Mirkwood still feeling too wonderful to be true.

He let out a soft hum. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” You noticed the way his lips tugged downward as he studied your face. “You are so at ease around the others.” “I simply mean not to offend,” you murmured. “Far from it… The only offense is the pedestal upon which you have placed me. I would prefer your friendship to your fealty.” His gaze flicked to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “Though I would accept both.”

You almost protested; insisted that you were too low station to befriend the Elvenking (or his son, for that matter, though you hadn’t had much say once Legolas had decided to befriend you). Not wanting to displease, however, you simply felt your breath hitch as you watched him watching you. “I see,” you murmured.

Not one to be denied that which he wished, Thranduil took your acquiescence as an invitation, and slowly lowered his face to yours. He paused, noses touching and searched your heavy-lidded eyes. “May I?” Was this reality? A dream? If you’d fallen asleep and invented such a scenario in your mind, you were surely glad of it. “You may.”

His lips tasted like sweet wine and spices, softer and warmer than you would have thought, his hand moving feather-light over your jawline to cup it. When he pulled away, you looked down at your feet, heart thumping in your chest.

“I hope with you staying in Mirkwood, we can become very good friends indeed.” “I would like that,” you admitted. “We can discuss more in the morning, but for now I think perhaps you’re in need of a rest, hm?”

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In the quiet hours just before sunrise, Legolas snuck back to the locked door, Tauriel in tow. They carefully, silently, eased open the large door, smirking to each other at the sight of you resting sound asleep in the loose arms of the king. You were both sitting upright against the headboard, fully dressed, having fallen asleep awaiting a rescue that Thranduil had hardly been in a rush to receive.

“I think it worked.”

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December Drabbles Masterlist

A/N: Thanks so much for your patience with this request! I started it right away, but life was SO BUSY this month and then it became a lot longer than I expected... I have such a hard time with brevity, haha. I hope it's okay, this is my first time writing Thranduil and it seems like everyone does so a little differently. Thank you so much for the request! Please send me another any time!

[gentle-healers-hand]

"Good," Thranduil whispered again and it seemed even this took an effort. "Perhaps...I'm sentimental now...but once we are healed and back...we are having those pancakes. For dinner. Promise?" he coughed tiredly.

This sound finally caught Estë's attention, for she came soon after. She smiled at Valya.

"Welcome back to the world of waking, your Majesty. You probably don't feel very well, but that will get better. Please, I need you to answer a few questions - just a yes or no. You need to spare as much strength as possible. Are you in pain?"

Thranduil admitted it hesitantly. Soon questions like where it hurts the most, if it is intense, shar pain or dull, if he feels hungry or thirsty were answered.

@valyabrethil

[long-cosmos-overhead]

Okay I’m gonna feel so dirty and thirsty for requesting this but can I have some nsfw headcanons for Glorfindel and Thranduil reacting to making their s/o squirt? I'm so sorry if this is to much.

Oh my gosh of course these men are fine as hell

(I do not own LoTR or The Hobbit or it’s characters/ gifs not mine)

⚠️ NSFW below the cut minors do not interact ⚠️

Glorfindel

Glorfindel is known for his strength and attractiveness he knows exactly what drives you wild and makes you squirm he’s definitely quick to find his way around your body

In his mind if you’re not crying from pleasure he’s doing it wrong he easily exceeds multiple rounds

You can guarantee your legs will be shaking and you can’t walk properly anyways however this time Glorfindel still isn’t satisfied

His hands are gripping your thighs pushing you into the bed as your legs shake after being hit with another wave of pleasure

You thought this would be the last one you were completely fucked and exhausted

Your back arches when he buries his tongue in between your thighs fingers quickly following suit creating a steady rhythm within seconds

‘Glorfindel p..please, I- I can’t’

Your begging does nothing the speed of his fingers and tongue increased dragging all sorts of noises from your lips

He lived for your moans and pleas pushing himself deeper between your legs

Your pleas to slow down halted as you came, juices squirting from your pussy running down his chin and off his fingers

You were too overstimulated to properly process what happened, his free hand raised your back slightly lips meeting your ear as he whispered

‘My love, you look divine when you react in such ways, allow me to do it again’

Thranduil

He’s definitely one to use overstimulation as a form of reward or punishment and will only stop when he’s satisfied or you’re begging

Thranduil has fucked you every way possible bringing you over the edge multiple times, making you scream and grip onto him or the bedsheets

He can sense you’re exhausted and overstimulated and he loves it, it boosts his ego knowing he can make you feel so good

He’s grinning ear to ear as he goes down on you hands coming up to hold your hips in place as he brings you over one last time

His eyes fill with lust when your hand grasps his wrist pleading with him to give you a break your mind hazy from all the orgasms he just gave you

‘Th...Thranduil’

‘That’s right my Queen say my name’

You can bet he ups the anti if you don’t respond with his name within 5 seconds it’s the most beautiful sound in the world to him

You barely get the chance to say anything before you scream his name juices squirting across his chin and lips

He finds it so incredibly attractive snaking a hand up your ribs grinning like he’s just received all of middle Earth

He hovers above you for a bit letting you come down from your high before staring you dead in the eyes, hand stroking your thigh and saying

‘Do you think you can handle one more, my starlight’