#thranduil blurb

[thewickedspinster]

Children of the Forest (Thranduil x Reader)

a/n: shout out to OP who requested this, i feel you at a deep level, and it's something not talked about often. sorry it's just a blurb, but i thought the conversation most important. i hope you enjoy!

warnings: afab!reader, gn pronouns, childbearing, children, reader who isn't comfortable with children

requested by @pebble-bb

Children of the Forest

The sounds of raucous, childish laughter bounced off the walls, drawing Y/N's attention downwards, towards where the young elves had just been let out of their scripting lessons. From where they stood, on Thranduil's balcony over the underground waterfall in the halls of Felegoth, they could see this small bit of elven life. Each day, the children ran from the small glen which housed desks, books, and all other bits and bobs required for teaching. They ran in pairs and triplets down the winding paths, deeper into the caves, off to their own families for quiet nights spent studying and laughing.

Before the elflings had disappeared around the bend, Y/N had turned from their position on the terrace, turning back towards their chambers. Their brows were furrowed, their mouth downturned.

"What troubles you, my love?" Came a familiar baritone. Thranduil had woken and was leaning on an elbow amidst Y/N's sheets. He had taken to more casual intimacies as of late, including moving his formal affairs around to nap in the afternoons. Ridiculous as it was, Y/N nearly blushed to think that the Elvenking was doing this for them.

"Nothing," they replied, perching on the edge of the bed. In truth, they'd hardly realized they looked troubled, they were so deep in thought.

"Do not lie to me," he murmured, drawing their arm through his hand and pulling it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the wrist. "You have that look you get when you're about to scold Legolas."

Legolas was an elf grown now, but an errant prince who shirked his duties. Despite that, he was respectful and loving towards Y/N as his father's dearest friend - and lover.

But the thought of how Legolas had been when he was young brought the truth bubbling out.

"I was never any good with him."

"Nonsense," Thranduil scoffed.

"No, truly, Thranduil," they insisted, pulling their wrist from his grasp. "He did not like me when he was young, and I had no knowledge on how to raise him. Especially once his mother passed."

It had been uncomfortable for Y/N, to say the least, when Thranduil's queen had passed, leaving them to shoulder the brunt of Thranduil's grief. And, as his closest friend, to shoulder the burden of helping to raise his young son. Legolas had grown quickly, and was often away, but it had not been easy.

"But you did beautifully. You're always quite confident with children."

Y/N grimaced. They had been keeping this truth from him long enough, letting him believe what he wanted to believe. But they were spending their nights in his bed, and his afternoons in theirs. It was time he understood the truth of it.

"I do not enjoy children, Thranduil," they said, perhaps a bit too bluntly. Their tone softened. "I am not good with them, and I do not want children of my own."

If it was possible for the Elvenking to be stunned, he was now. Y/N watched as he went through his thoughts, schooling his emotions to approach them in the way that he always had. He had more patience with them than anyone, and still, he had to work hard to keep it now.

"I do not understand. How could you not want children?"

Their fingers played at the sheets, eyes averted as they spoke. "Your son is your heir. I would not want to complicate that. But beyond that... I do not think my body or soul fit to bear children. Or raise them. Or to be near them. I could not be a teacher, as the one who works just beyond our walls." Y/N turned to look beyond the terrace, as if they could see the children running below. "I used to wish I felt that pull towards elflings. But I cannot lie to myself; I do not feel it. I cherish them as our future, but I do not want to make them my present."

Thranduil was quiet, but he stilled their frenetic movements with a large, warm hand. His knuckles, his fingers, were strong as they held them still, contemplating. Y/N relaxed, enough for him to pull them down towards him. In an uncharacteristic show of tenderness, he pressed his lips to their forehead.

"When you explain it like that, I suppose I can quite agree."

A shocked laugh left their lips. "However do you mean?"

"Legolas is my son, whom I made out of duty to my people," he mused, running a thoughtful thumb down the side of their neck. "I did not bear him, but I raised him. I have little patience for him. And could you imagine me as a teacher?"

They laughed truly now. "What an idea."

Enraptured by his silvery irises, they were unsurprised when he leaned up to kiss them, deeply, languidly. Tenderly. Against Y/N's lips, he murmured, "I could never fully understand, meleth nîn, but I do not mind. I am happiest now, and could not ask for anything more of you."

Relief, sweet and warm, flooded them, and they returned his kiss, threading their fingers through his loose hair. No more needed to be said on the matter. Thranduil had always appreciated Y/N for who they were, and had accepted them with a patience and love that neither of them had ever known. The Elvenking hardly knew he'd had it in him to be so kindhearted, until he'd met Y/N.

"You ought to get back to your throne, my king," Y/N finally whispered, their warming the shell of his ear. He nipped at them playfully, but slowly rose from the bed and held out a hand to them. They took it, rising beside him to kiss him once more. "Come with me. I need my voice of reason today."

Together, the two descended to guard and guide the children of the forest, the future of the grey elves. And they were content.

[stxrshxpxd]

🌳 fic friday;

early spring

legolas x thranduil x reader

sweet, silly, platonic

The sun beamed on the forest and trickled in through the treetops all around us. Little leaf-shaped shadows swayed across Legolas’ cheek as the warm breeze blew through the woods. It was one of the first days of spring and just about everyone was outside, filling up on warmth and sunshine after a long winter.

“It will be a warm spring I think.”

“Seems like it,” I agreed and ran a branch of baby leaves between my fingertips as I laid my back against the massive tree we were sitting in.

Legolas got quiet and rested his gaze further off. I watched him for a minute as he stared with his jaw tightened and eyebrows tensed.

“You look so much like your father just now.”

A smile grew on his lips and he laughed shortly, looking down at me again. I could see an idea spark in his eyes.

Grasping for a handful of fresh bendy branches around his head, he held them at his temples and furrowed his brows again as he cleared his throat.

“The early spring winds bring tidings of a long and fruitful summer. May we rejoice that winter has bid us goodnight for another year,” Legolas improvised in a low, silky voice as he stared off into the woods with a smile playing under his grave expression. I giggled and went to speak but my thought was cut short.

“You may yet grow into your voice, my son.”

We both snapped our eyes down to look at Thranduil who stood under our branch with the smallest of smirks beaming up at us. Legolas laughed softly and let go of his make-shift crown.

“Do I get to wear capes like yours then, father?” he teased further in a childish voice, eyes twinkling.

“If you shall ever reach my height,” Thranduil teased back calmly as an end to the interaction, already on his way past our tree. I laughed and poked Legolas in the shin with my toe.

“Father one, son zero.”

“Quiet,” Legolas laughed and poked me back with his toe.

[vilentia]

Falling Leaves, Rising Love

Legolas x reader

In the year 3001, under the golden hues of autumn, Rivendell shimmered like a jewel nestled in the heart of the valley. Its beauty was not just in its cascading waterfalls or the ancient, whispering trees, but also in the harmonious blend of nature and Elven architecture. It was here, in this serene abode of Elrond, that your story began.

You had lived in Rivendell for many years, finding solace in its tranquil gardens and the wise company of its inhabitants. Your days were often spent studying ancient texts or wandering the lush paths that wound like silken threads through the valley.

On a day painted with the vibrant colors of fall, Rivendell welcomed a group of Elves from the Woodland Realm. Among them was Legolas, son of Thranduil, whose arrival stirred the quiet air of the haven. You first saw him from a balcony adorned with climbing ivy, overlooking the courtyard where the newcomers were being greeted.

It was a moment suspended in time. Legolas, with his fair hair catching the sunlight and his bright eyes reflecting the clear, blue sky, turned just as you leaned forward, curious about the new arrivals. Your eyes met, and in that instant, something intangible and profound passed between you.

Legolas was struck by your presence, a feeling unfamiliar yet unshakeably deep. He had journeyed through Middle-earth, seen the wonders and horrors it held, but never had he felt such an immediate connection. You, equally taken aback, felt a warmth spread through you, an ember of emotion that you could not yet name.

The days that followed were like a dance, a gentle orbit around each other. You found reasons to be where Legolas was, and he, in turn, sought your company. Conversations flowed easily between you, filled with laughter and shared insights. In the Elven halls, by the murmuring river, or under the vast, starlit sky, your bond deepened.

Legolas was enchanted by your intellect and kindness, the way your laughter seemed to make the world brighter. You were drawn to his bravery and gentle heart, the wisdom that lay behind his youthful eyes. In Rivendell, time seemed to stand still, yet each moment you spent together was a cherished memory in the making.

As autumn waned and the leaves turned from gold to brown, your connection grew into a love that was as deep as the roots of the mountains and as enduring as the stars above. In Rivendell, amidst the timeless beauty of the valley, you and Legolas discovered a love that was as unexpected as it was profound, a love that would endure the passing of ages.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

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Smut: 🔥🔥

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Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

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Aragorn

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Arwen

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Bard

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Bilbo

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Boromir

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Fili

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Kili

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- Poems 💞🌈

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[intoxicated-chan]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 #𝟐

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[pastanest]

Thranduil Masterlist

“Where is all the content that previously existed on this blog?”

REQUESTS: Closed (but can be commissioned for)

> fluff (f) angst (a) suggestive (s)

Blurbs:

(f) Waking Up Next To An Angel

Headcannons:

(f) Thranduil x Short!S/O

(f) Thranduil x Shy!S/O

(f) Thranduil As A Husband

(f) His Queen

(f) PDA With A King

(f) His Favourite Thing About You

(f) How He Loves You

(f) Falling Asleep With Him

(f) Elven Blood Is Worth Spilling, Sometimes

Imagines:

(f) Serpents Of The North

(a/f) The Scars Of The King

(f) A Raincloud Falls In Love With The Sunshine

(f) A Child Of The Stars

[magpies-and-marigolds]

Hello, everyone!

My name's Jess and I'm 28 years old, she/her.

I've been writing since I was old enough to properly grip a pencil, but I've been writing fiction for various fandoms since I was around 12 years old, so roughly sixteen years.

I've been stuck in a bit of a rut with my mental health, so I deleted my old blogs, and created this one entirely anew. I'm itching to write and hopefully, eventually find kind souls to RP with.

I tend to be a bit long-winded, obviously, so any requests I receive will most likely be quite lengthy, apologies in advance.

Here are a few rules for requests:

◇ I'll write just about any genre for these characters, and that does include smut, however, I will not write anything to do with p*d*philia, r*pe, beastiality, or kinks such as scat/watersports.

◇ Send me as many requests as you'd like, but please be patient, I work a full time job, and have a husband/furkids that I adore spending time with. I'm a slight perfectionist, so I tend to be very picky with my work, I won't be throwing out just any half-cooked fics for the sake of being fast.

◇ When you send in a request, please include the character's full name, the pronouns of the reader if you want something specific (if not included, it will be gender neutral), and a small blurb if you have anything specific in mind for the plot.

Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings, without further ado, this is the list of characters I'll write for.

-Game of Thrones-

• Brienne of Tarth

• Cersei Lannister

• Jon Snow

• Margaery Tyrell

• Nedd Stark

• Oberyn Martell

• Petyr Baelish

• Sandor Clegane

• Tormund Giantsbane

• Tyrion Lannister

-House of the Dragon-

• Aegon Targaryen

• Aemond Targaryen

• Alicent Hightower

• Daemon Targaryen

• Harwin Strong

• Helaena Targaryen

• Rhaenyra Targaryen

• Rhaenys Targaryen

• Viserys Targaryen (First)

-Horror-

• Asa Emory

• Bo Sinclair

• Brahms Heelshire

• Jason Voorhees

• Lester Sinclair

• Michael Myers (RZ)

• Thomas Hewitt

• Vincent Sinclair

-Lord of the Rings-

• Aragorn

• Arwen

• Boromir

• Faramir

• Frodo Baggins

• Galadriel

• Gimli

• Legolas

• Samwise Gamgee

• Thranduil

-The Hobbit-

• Azog the Defiler

• Beorn

• Bilbo Baggins

• Fili

• Kili

• Thorin Oakenshield

-Twilight-

• Aro Volturi

• Bella Swan

• Caius Volturi

• Carlisle Cullen

• Charlie Swan

• Emmett Cullen

• Jasper Hale

• Marcus Volturi

• Paul Lahote

• Rosalie Hale

• Sam Uley

-Wizarding World of Harry Potter-

• Blaise Zabini

• Draco Malfoy

• Fred Weasley

• George Weasley

• Harry Potter

• Hermione Granger

• Lucius Malfoy

• Luna Lovegood

• Remus Lupin

• Ron Weasley

• Severus Snape

• Sirius Black

-Miscellaneous-

• Darkness (Legend, 1986)

• Blade

• Jane Eyre

• Elizabeth Bennett

• Fitzwilliam Darcy

• Captain James Hook (Peter Pan, 2003)

This is a pretty exhaustive list, but if you want to request someone I don't have listed, feel free to ask!

Thanks so much for taking the time to look this over, I'm looking forward to hearing from you. 💕

[vee-vee-writes]

They are forbidden in the room (shelves with wine, food😁) where there is little light + the room is cold (Beorn, Legolas, Fili, Kili, Tauriel)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I hope you finally get to enjoy this :) Beorn's blurb is a bit smaller than the others just because I have never written for him before but I hope you like it none the less.

Tauriel

The room was off limits to all but the King but when she had seen the door open Tauriel knew that she had to investigate

She told herself that it was to make sure that all was well with the royals she was sworn to protect but in truth she knew this was a lie

Every elf in the kingdom was curious as to what the King kept behind lock and key

She had thought that perhaps it was a private store of fine wine, his private thoughts, or jewels of great value

What she had not expected was to have come across a shrine to the late Queen of Mirkwood

While there were some Elven delicacies (fine wine and long-lasting foods) littering the shelves around the room, a statute of the lady stood proud in the middle of the room and Tauriel moved closer to take in more of the Queen's face when suddenly the door slammed behind her, snuffing out almost all light

Panicked Tauriel rushed back towards the door, only for the knob to be stuck in place locked

Taking a deep breath Tauriel stepped back to collect herself

She would have to find another way out in the dark

The last thing she wanted was for the King to catch her in here

While Thranduil was typically reasonable, the entirety of the Elven race knew to avoid bringing up his wife around the Elf

However, after hours of searching in the dark she had yet to find a way out

Cold and hungry Tauriel tried not to think of the fineries within feet of her

She was sure that Thranduil would have accounted for anything to be found in the room

Yet within the next hour her stomach had trumped her logic and she found herself scoffing herself with scrumptious bread and guzzling wine as though she would not see the morrow

As she revealed in the warmth spreading within her full belly as the wine began to take effect, she heard a cough interrupt her

Eyes snapping up to the door she found a bemused Legolas perched in the doorway

"Come on then before my father finds you" Legolas mused nodding towards the door.

Fili

Fili was cursing Kili as he found himself trapped in the room - it was cold, dank, and the young prince could hardly see his hand in front of his own face

Convinced that his brother needed a break, Kili had led Fili to the room to show him something then promptly shoved him in and locked the door behind him

Hesitantly walking forward, Fili used his hands to guide himself to a table amid the darkness- looking for anything he could use to escape

Instead, the Prince found a flint and steel and further along an oil lamp which he promptly lit

Now that the room was more illuminated, Fili could see the barrel of ale and feast laid out

While he was still frustrated with his brother, Fili felt his spirits lighten significantly

It had been a while since the darrow had a good drink

So, he served himself, drinking mug upon mug of ale - using the cold as reason for his excessive drinking

Half a barrel in Fili began to panic

Undoubtedly by now Thorin would be looking for him and the last thing he needed was a lecture from his uncle about drunkenness and the responsibilities of an heir

In a bid to somewhat sober himself up he began to scoff handfuls and handfuls of food down his gullet

Surely that would help to absorb some of the alcohol in his system, but he knew his uncle was no fool, he would smell the ale on him

Pacing back and forward Fili began to argue with himself as he reasoned through what would be the best explanation to give Thorin

His thoughts were interrupted by the cackling of his younger brother, "I thought you'd tuck into everything, but I didn't expect you to take it to this extent Fi."

Through the light of the doorway Fili could see the true extent of the mess he had made in his panic

Flushing with embarrassment he grumbled crankily at Kili to help him back to his chambers without Thorin seeing the two of them

Legolas

Rohan was very different from what the Elven Prince had expected

He knew humans tended to be obnoxious, especially after a victory, but he had underestimated the extent

Escaping their madness he wandered the halls of the Kingdom looking for the kitchens

Instead he came across a door with a sign forbidding entry to anyone except for the royal family and their direct servants

Pushing it open Legolas stepped in only for the door to latch closed behind him

Shoving against it with his inhuman strength did little to budge it and he began to make peace with the fact he was stuck until someone came to let him out

He used his elven eyes to adjust to the darkness, scanning his surroundings

A storeroom

Shelves lined with wrapped cakes, breads, and fresh fruits sat neatly on the hanging shelves with the barrels of wine and ale perched beneath them

While he typically wouldn't help himself to someone else's property, Legolas smiled at the thought of having a quiet feast by himself

So he pulled up and empty barrel to perch himself on and loaded up an empty serving dish with delicacies

Finally he poured himself a goblet of wine, inhaling the aroma and guessing at where the wine had originated from

It certainly didn't smell as sweet as Woodland wine but he couldn't rule out that it hadn't come from the likes of Imladris

Settling down Legolas filled himself on his "borrowed" goods, humming to himself in enjoyment as he supped

Eventually, he found a corner to curl up in, drifting off on a full belly in a locked room certainly wasn't the worst situation he had been in

Beorn

The shapeshifter cursed himself at his foolishness, how could he have locked himself in his own storeroom

Contemplating on whether he should smash the door down, he angrily decided not too

He knew that he would only have to fix it the next day and there was a chance that his animals would make themselves at home in there in the meantime

The hobbit and the wizard were due to visit him any day now on their way to visit Erebor, he could stick it out until they made their appearance

Aratar knows that he certainly had plenty of food and wine to keep him well for more than a few days

So, Beorn made himself comfortable, pulling straw and old flour sacks from the corner to shape into a makeshift bed

After he was done, he helped himself to some of the goat’s cheese he had freshly made and wrapped

It was the first time he had attempted to make such a thing, so he deserved to sample it and see how it had turned out

After a few pieces Beorn decided it was good but needed something else with it, a glass of wine maybe?

Bending under the tap of a wine barrel he let the wine flow into his mouth before trying another piece of cheese

It tasted much better this time around and he silently praised himself with a grin

Perhaps waiting in the storeroom for a few days wouldn't be so bad.

Kili

Thorin had strictly forbidden Kili from the storeroom after the incident with Fi

It had only made him more rebellious so when Thorin and Fili were stuck in a small council meeting he had snuck down

What he had not expected was for the door to lock behind him, trapping him inside

"You want to do the opposite of what your uncle says then you can stay the night in there" his mother’s voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Amad please! Let me out, I won't do it again!" Kili pleaded.

Dis said nothing but Kili heard her footsteps fade as she got further away.

The cupboard was cold

He supposed a storeroom was supposed to be so that the food wouldn't go off, but he still cursed bitterly at the cold

Until of course an idea popped into his head

Storerooms typically contained ale

Scrambling around in the dark Kili felt around for any sign of wine barrels

After several minutes of stumbling around in the dark he came across a barrel

Empty

Moving on he found several more empty barrels until he came across a full one

Rebelliously he thought if he was going to be stuck in here for an entire night he may as well enjoy his time

Tilting the barrel to rest against the wall he lay on the floor beneath the tap and lesisurely let the liquid flow down into his mouth as he pleased

While it probably wasn't his smartest idea to get himself locked in the storeroom and the impending lecture from Thorin loomed, Kili was certainly enjoying his time for the moment

After half an hour the young dwarf found that he had drained the first and moved on to his second

But the second he lay back on the ground to resume his drinking after propping the next barrel up he conked out, loud drunken snores escaping his parted lips, drool pooling on the stone floor beneath him

He certainly was a sight to behold when Dis led her brother down to the room to catch his nephew defying his command

[kithariel]

HAPPY WELCOME, an introductory post.

Oh lord, oh my. How do I even start? I feel so nervous about being here. I mean, being more than just a shadow on tumblr, being substantially present to the point of actually sharing my thoughts. My writings. Oof.

Well, whatever. Hello, hi. Uh, I hope you're doing good. For some reason or another, you've found your way to my little corner on here. So, welcome to "The Reverist's Lounge", my small safe space. And of course you're invited to stay for a while. Make yourself at home, put your feet up on my my blog's imaginary coffee table, lean back into the soft cushions of the sofa behind it. Tea, maybe? Feel free to close your eyes and dream a little bit.

Usually, I'm more of the silent story connoisseur. I'm always down for reading a good little something. Interesting blurbs, relatable head cannons or spicy reader inserts? Count me in! Just trying to still my fandom thirst on here, indulging my current hyperfixations and leaving anonymous kudos on the way. A shadow.

But lately, I am feeling the need to engage more, to create and also give something back to the community. To the people who made so many of my days worth it. To the people who let me dream all day for years.

So, yeah. Let's do this. What could possibly go wrong?

I do have some experiences in the field of fanfiction writing, but it's been years since then and I'm still trying to figure out the ropes of tumblr writings. Hm, also, English's not my first language, so please be nice to me or else you might find me crying in a corner of the lounge here. Cool? Cool.

To give you a hint of what's coming, here are some of my current and past character hyperfixations:

ADAR, rings of power. Joseph Mawle.

CASTIEL, supernatural. Misha Collins.

CLINT BARTON, avengers. Jeremy Renner.

ELROND PEREDHEL, lord of the rings. Hugo Weaving.

EREINION GIL-GALAD, rings of power. Benjamin Walker.

IVAN, shadow and bone. Simon Sears.

SILCO, arcane. Jason Spisak.

SOLDIER BOY, the boys. Jensen Ackles.

THADDEUS VALENTINE, mortal engines. Hugo Weaving.

THRANDUIL OROPHERION, the hobbit. Lee Pace.

Ten for the beginning, that should do the trick. And yes, I do have a whole list with quite a lot more of names, but I'm only mentioning those, I'm actually willing to write for at the moment.

So, be ready for some content in the near future. Can't wait to get some things off my mind and throw them into the mixing pot of fandoms.

Until then, with love and lasciviousness, Vanya.

[onlyfaerietales]

Welcome to my multimuse sideblog for my multitude of fantasy muses who have been, for the purpose of this blog, adapted into the world of Baldur's Gate!

The muses have been pulled from a little bit of everywhere! Among them, you will find muses from Tolkien, RAID, Ever Legion, Hayao Miyazaki, a couple of anime, mythology, original characters and more.

Because there are quite a few muses, as promised in my CARRD, here is a list of which muses are the most active, bolded being the loudest. I have pinned it to my blog for ease of access and will update it as things change.

CANON/FOLKLORE/MYTHOLOGY MUSES:

THRANDUIL. Tolkien.

THORIN OAKENSHIELD. Tolkien.

ILLIDAN STORMRAGE. World of Warcraft.

TUHANARAK. Raid.

AESHMA. Raid.

DAITHI MISTWALKER. Raid.

PUCK. Shakespeare. Lore.

APEP. Mythology.

ALLEYNE EDRICSON. The White Company.

TRISTAN. King Arthur (2004)

CLOPIN TROUILLEFOU. Hunchback of Notre Dame. Disney. Research.

PITCH BLACK. Rise of the Guardians. Guardians of Childhood series.

SESSHOMARU. InuYasha.

NIVIANA. Ever Legion.

DAMON SCHILDER. Path to Nowhere.

EARL. Path to Nowhere.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

ALLIE WARREN; Human(?)

ELYSIA; Human

MIRELA; Human

MEARA; Fae

CELANDINE; Fae

COBWEB; Fae

IVY; Fae

MOREL; Fae

ENOKI; Fae

LICHEN; Fae

HADOS DUSKWING; Elf

ILAERIN; Elf

If you would like to know more about these muses while I am still working on getting the bio blurbs—and eventually more full bios—posted, please just let me know! I'm happy to talk about any and all of them!

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Heloise Potter- Baggins

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QYdRh8B

by TamSpence

Hel comes home from her trip to find Dwarves in her and her brothers home and a rune carved into her freshly painted door and mud on the glory box... it's safe to say she isn't happy.

 Sorry I'm not good at blurbs like this.

Words: 459, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Beorn (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel

Relationships: Harry Potter/Thranduil (Tolkien), Thranduil & Thranduil's Wife, Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil, Legolas Greenleaf & Harry Potter, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Thranduil (Tolkien), Harry Potter & Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin Oakenshield & Thorin's Company, Gandalf | Mithrandir & Thorin's Company, Fíli & Kíli (Tolkien) & Harry Potter, Óin (Tolkien) & Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Parent Thranduil, Protective Siblings, Protective Thranduil, Protective Harry Potter, Genderbending, Crossover, Protective Thorin, Protective Bilbo Baggins, Happy Ending, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Sorry, Constructive Criticism Welcome, Out of Character, Female Harry Potter

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QYdRh8B

[stxrshxpxd]

“i enjoy watching you squirm”

pairing: young thranduil x reader

word count: 1.3k

prompt: prince thranduil and his childhood frenemy are harvesting apples in the woods, but things get a little tense and she starts feeling some stuff…

(this is a blurb i posted a while ago but i just reworked it and added a bunch of new stuff to it, for a school assignment :p so i figured i might as well post it here)

Having grown up being force fed a friendship with Thranduil, naturally I had grown to hate him. His father was of course The King, and my mother was a lady of his court. She simply could not have a daughter who was not in The Prince’s good graces.

The Prince had an unbreakable pride and sometimes smiled in ways that suggested he owned the very ground you trod. And I suppose he did, through means of his blood. However, it would be a day long from now that I cave to that notion.

As a boy Thranduil was a direct product of the confinements of a court. He had a hunger for the world, with the pride and arrogance of any young prince. Had he sworn he could fly, it is likely the Gods would have provided him with wings in the moment of leaping from the cliff.

Every chance he had to get on my nerves he took, and yet we had strangely bonded. Perhaps it was because we had always been the only children of our age in the court. Either way, I saw through him and he saw through me.

-

It was a golden afternoon with the sun hanging low in the sky as summer in the Woodland Realm was drawing its last breaths. The leaves around us had begun shifting colours, making it slightly more difficult to spot the apples we had been sent out to harvest.

As we trudged down towards the core of the apple tree grove, Thranduil had gotten a hold of a stray one and was carelessly slicing it in his hand with a small, sharp dagger. I glanced as he fed himself the slices and absently toyed with the knife, hooking his long finger into the bronze hoop at the end of it and swinging it around.

“You’re going to hurt someone,” I stated with a scowl, staring down at his careless hands. Rings adorned almost every single slender finger of his, each one shinier than the next.

The Prince looked at me, pulled out of his daydreams, and he smiled darkly as he secured the dagger in his fist instead. The rings gleamed in the setting sun.

“Are you frightened?” he asked with a curl of his lips and watched me through his dark brows. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“You could not hurt me even if you wished to,” I countered, but before I had the chance to lay my dismissive eyes back on him he had shoved me by the waist and caged me in against a massive oak tree behind me, the sticky blade of the dagger pressed to my cheek and his height hanging over me. Always one head taller. The half sliced apple had dropped from his hand in an instant and my lower ribs had taken its place in his palm.

“Could I not?”

The serene forest around us filled with the sound of my breath falling from my parted lips. Thranduil stared back at me with a smirk as his forehead brushed against mine and his fist tightened around the dagger, its blade on the verge of sinking into my skin. His one brow twitched, awaiting my response.

“Do it,” I challenged and raised one of my brows as well, my fingers soundlessly grazing the hilt of my own dagger at my hip. He licked his lips and flashed his playfully smug smile for a second. Just like when we were little elves. Play-fights and wrestling matches were always the pillars of our early kinship, and there were many times we had returned home at sunset with mud, grass and blood stains all over, expecting disappointed stares and sighs. We were toying with war before we knew the true meaning of the word.

“I do not wish to hurt you, mellon nin. I merely enjoy watching you squirm.”

Something burned and tingled inside me at his words but I scoffed again.

“I do not squirm,” I replied and forcefully shoved him off of me, to which he laughed and sheathed his dagger again, securing his long, pale hair behind the soft points of his ears.

“At least you’re never bored with me at your side.”

Thranduil hooked his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in for a tight half-hug. I smiled viciously up at him and jabbed my blunt dagger hilt into the relaxed flesh of his side, making him wince in pain and let go of me.

“And you’re never safe,” I joked and took a step to my side, desperately chasing that strange tingling feeling away. His calm laughter loomed behind me as I picked up the pace and took a right turn towards the apple grove.

The clearing housed a handful of ancient apple trees, massive with twisting trunks and branches drooping with the weight of its fruit. The tall treetops had parted to reveal the sky to us, painted in lavish oranges and pinks. At the northern horizon stood the tops of the Grey Mountains, Ered Mithrin, bathing in the last sunlight of the day.

Thranduil planted his feet soundlessly at my side. Always an arm’s length away. Our elven hearts had settled peacefully in our chests, instinctively pious towards the beauty in the nature of our land. There was not a trace of smugness left in The Prince’s smile now. This was his finest of forms; reverent and sincere.

“A mountain needs no tongue in order to speak to you, ears in order to listen, nor arms in order to hold you,” he quoted a proverb of old, his voice smooth like the soft breeze that danced past us. He was one with the woodlands. His sharp nose was a steep mountain wall, his sleek muscular build a young tree and his eyes were icy lakes in the winter.

We began stuffing our woven sacks with apples from the mossy ground.

“What do you make of the Lady Calathiel of Lothlórien?” Thranduil asked after a beat.

I stopped to glance at him, unsure of how to respond. He avoided my gaze, continuing to pick apples. I knew he had encountered the elf maiden on a visit to the Golden Wood of Lothlórien and I knew she had left an impression on him, having pestered me with lengthy recalllings of their conversations. However, I had not known his mind still dwelled on her. It had been nearly two moons since his visit.

“I do not know her,” I said in truth.

“I mean to propose to wed her.”

He continued picking apples absently and I continued standing still, my bones frozen in shock. He had never before shown this type of interest in anybody, save for his own reflection.

I suppose I had never imagined a life where Thranduil was not constantly at my side, where we were not always two halves of one - albeit dysfunctional - whole.

The Prince peered up at me now, putting a hold on his harvesting for a moment and standing up straight again.

“Oh, melda, you must not worry. You will always be the elf maiden of my sweetest dreams,” he cooed, mocking my stunned silence. His smirk dripped of conceit again. I snapped out of my shock and narrowed my eyes at him.

“I can not wait for the day you are the Lady Calathiel’s burden in my stead.”

Thranduil chuckled as I steered my eyes away and began gathering the apples at my feet, ignoring the burning sensation in my core.

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Heloise Potter- Baggins

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mpyi06r

by TamSpence

Hel comes home from her trip to find Dwarves in her and her brothers home and a rune carved into her freshly painted door and mud on the glory box... it's safe to say she isn't happy.

 Sorry I'm not good at blurbs like this.

Words: 459, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Beorn (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel

Relationships: Harry Potter/Thranduil (Tolkien), Thranduil & Thranduil's Wife, Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil, Legolas Greenleaf & Harry Potter, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Thranduil (Tolkien), Harry Potter & Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin Oakenshield & Thorin's Company, Gandalf | Mithrandir & Thorin's Company, Fíli & Kíli (Tolkien) & Harry Potter, Óin (Tolkien) & Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Parent Thranduil, Protective Siblings, Protective Thranduil, Protective Harry Potter, Genderbending, Crossover, Protective Thorin, Protective Bilbo Baggins, Happy Ending, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Sorry, Constructive Criticism Welcome, Out of Character, Female Harry Potter

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mpyi06r

[groveofsouls]

about: thranduil oropherion

basics

fandom: the hobbit / tolkien name: thranduil oropherion nickname(s): - DoB: 25 march birth place: the woodland realm species: elf occupation: elvenking title(s): king of mirkwood

appearance

hair color: white eye color: blue height: 6’5 ( 1.95 ) scars: many piercings: none dominant hand: right face claim: lee pace

personal

faith: - pronouns: he / him gender: male sexual orientation: demi romantic orientation: demi star sign: aries / the ram

habits

fears: failure, personal loss dreams: safety for his people drugs: sometimes alcohol: sometimes vices: secret keeper, bad at compromise hobbies: -

bio blurb

Thranduil rules over the woodland realm, and takes precious care for his people. Only his people, and the kingdom they live in, as time goes on. It becomes the safest way to survive and he’s not keen on any outsiders disturbing their relative peace. He has lost too much, his people have lost too much, and though he may seem harsh, he believes it is for their benefit. Maybe, one day, enough time will pass that it’s a stance no longer necessary to keep, but he very much doubts it.

[rhokitten]

I’m still borrowing professorsparklepants’ idea for a Fanfic I Won’t Write Friday. Not sure if they came up with it first, but they’re the one I’m stealing it from so I want to give them credit.

So the idea was to combine the Lord of the Rings lore with the Myth series lore (Myth not Myst). Still no title since names tend to be something I only do when I have a real idea of what I’m doing with the story.

-

Since the First Age when Men and Elves were new to Arda and Dwarves were first woken from stone, darkness and light has fought for dominance over the world. Each five hundred years was marked by the passing of a comet, heralding the coming of Morgoth's chosen leader. The Free Folk know that this sign is a turning point, a chance for the light to prevail over the darkness that reigns or a chance that the dark might destroy what was built in the light. Many heroes have risen and fallen fighting the forces of Morgoth and his chosen and each age has tales of great warriors and the prosperity they brought to the people of Middle Earth at the end of the darkness's reign.

It is said that the one born under the light of this comet will be the chosen hero, though few can say with much certainty whether this is indeed true. The records of the Woodland Realm, preserved from the Third Age, indicate that many heroes claimed to be born marked for the greatness they achieved. My Uncle Bilbo always told me that to believe that one would achieve victory because of their birth was folly, that hard work, luck, cleverness, and friends are more important than celestial signs. Uncle Thorin preferred to believe that one's birth could dictate their life, that one could be born for great things.

This is our story. The story of a Hobbit who was brave enough to face down a dragon. The story of a Dwarf king who fell in love. The story of a king of Men, of a prince of Elves, and a young Hobbit who was tasked with something greater than anything ever done before in the history of our world. My story is only a part of the greater whole and, should you be one such hero, I hope you feel the same about your own role in the fight against the darkness.

Sincerely,

Frodo Baggins

-

Honestly I just got that blurb and a general plot written. It was supposed to be a three part series I think. The plot is as follows:

500 year cycle of dark and light

Introduce Bilbo and Thorin

Gandalf sends Thorin to meet Bilbo for his assistance in his quest

Bilbo meets the company and Gandalf, agreeing to the quest

Head to Rivendale for information on dragon slaying, the map, and the cycle

Reach Goblin Town – No Ring Yet

Face off against Azog

Reach Beorn's and learn more about shapeshifters and their allegiance

Travel through Murkwood

More isolated Elven Kingdom – Thranduil warns them the cycle is endless

Reach remnants of Dale – No Lake Town

Defeat Smaug – warns them that he is only the beginning of the dark they will need to fight

Discuss next step in quest

Begin new journey, company separating to gather allies

Meet again months later at Rivendale – Discuss upcoming war to drive back the darkness

Bilbo tells Thorin of the sign for Hobbits – they fight and Bilbo returns to the Shire to search for the one born under the sign

See the warning comet in the sky

Thorin and the allied armies go to Moria while Bilbo finds Frodo and returns to Rivendale

Gandalf and Saruman go to Dol Guldor to face the Necromancer

Thorin is injured and brought back to Rivendale – Elrond is lost

Saruman and Gandalf return with news that Sauron will fall forever if the Ring is destroyed

Bilbo cares for Thorin and Frodo as a false peace settles over Middle Earth

Frodo is of age and darkness has swept over the lands again

Quest to find the Ring has begun – Bilbo and Thorin argue over who should search and where, going their separate ways

Bilbo and Frodo find the ring in the depths of Moria guarded by the Balrog – Thorin and his nephews fight Bolg at Gundabad mountain

Bilbo and Frodo travel to Mount Doom, taking refuge in Beorn's lands

Thorin meets Bilbo at Gladden Fields – Bilbo agrees to return to Rivendale to bring their allied forces to the war while Thorin takes Frodo to Mordor

The army assembles on the Battle Plains – Bilbo meets Frodo and Thorin at Minas Tirith

Frodo goes into Mordor alone while Thorin and Bilbo go to lead the army

Bilbo and Thorin fall as Ring is destroyed

Frodo returns to Shire to become Thain after Aragorn is crowned king

Frodo's journal notes on his Uncles and his hopes for their happiness knowing they helped end the cycle

I don’t think I’ll delete this yet. Probably will never get it done though. It’s also in its own document where it is never worked on. 

Pros of continuing this fic:

Might be cool?

Cons of continuing this fic:

What would it add to the fandom?

What is this story doing that is new?

OMG look at how long it’s going to be. It’s going to take forever and I have way too much other stuff to work on.

[cauliflowertree]

thranduil—to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

summary: thranduil values you above everything. perhaps above morality.

word count: 0.6k

fanfiction no. 005

the war had come. here you stood before the lonely mountain and its cowardly king, to the left of you his brutish cousin, and behind you an army of orcs. thranduil would not fight, you knew he would not, and you could feel the disdain within you bubble to the surface the closer the army came to the brave, tired and worn men who stood their ground and would fight to their last breath.

"you cannot let them fight this war alone," you seethed, tugging on thranduil's arm.

thranduil turned to you calmly, but disrupted this act of content as he whipped himself from your grasp and said through gritted teeth—“i will not waste elvish blood on a petty dispute between orc and dwarf."

"you and i are both aware this goes far deeper than a petty dispute, far deeper than a promise to end a bloodline. he is coming."

"and he will come regardless of the outcome of this insignificant battle," countered thranduil. "buying time is buying into delusion."

your jaw clenched as you looked at him helplessly. "then you will return alone," you held your head high and unsheathed your sword, heading into the ranks of men.

before thranduil could stop you, he had lost you within the crowd, hesitating too long to truly understand what your words could mean.

you did not see your king as the battle begun, but you saw his impact, his influence, as an army of elves leapt from the ranks of men and thrusted themselves into battle. though you had no time to smile, you were grateful, you were triumphant. perhaps it would be the only battle you won that day.

｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡★｡+ﾟ☆ﾟ+｡

the bloodline had ended. the battle was done. you followed legolas, knowing he was searching for his father. you stood silently, a safe distance away, as father and son said their goodbyes, before approaching thranduil himself. his expression was indecipherable, though stern, but his figure was hunched and it left you wondering what he would say to you.

"you were reckless today," he stated simply.

"i may have been, but i could not leave," you admitted firmly, standing your ground despite disappointing your king.

you could bare to disappoint your king, but to disappoint thranduil was something else entirely. at present, you weren't sure which begrudged you or whether it was the both of them.

"you cannot defy me so openly, so willingly," he scolded you.

"i couldn't live with myself if i had left these people to die, knowing i could have helped in some way," you said softly, pleading with him to understand the reason behind your actions and defiance.

thranduil took an angry step forward, looking down upon you as if you were nothing but a nuisance. "and do you think i could live..." he softened, "if you had perished in this war when i could have done something to prevent it?" he asked tenderly, cupping your face in his pale hand.

leaning into his touch, you felt empathy for the man who had faced great loss and feared its repetition. "i would not leave you that way," you reassured him with sugarcoated lies.

"promises mean little when you have not the power to keep them."

but his resolve dissipated and he sighed softly, pulling you into his chest where he felt you were safest and kissed your forehead gently. he wondered at his ability to go from violence to softness so quickly, but knew that it was simply a necessity of a king in middle earth, where evil ran free and rampant across the lands.

"i do not like to be frightened," he reminded you.

"i will do my best never to make you feel that way again," you promised, genuinely this time.

"thank you, meleth nîn," he whispered in your ear, kissing your lips sweetly and gently when you turned to look up at him.