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lady-of-imladris · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER 8 - I VOWED NOT TO FIGHT ANYMORE

Synopsis: Thranduil and his wife do not like sharing their forest. But when they investigate, their findings are much worse than what they could ever have imagined. The King and Queen prepare for war.

Word count: 4k

Pairings: Thranduil/OC

Warnings: violence, murder

Additional tags: SMUT

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Always remember Uh-huh, the burning embers I vowed not to fight anymore If we survived the Great War - The Great War (Taylor Swift)

Their measures to keep the forest free from spiders seemed to be working. No one had seen a spider in many months. The forest itself, however, was still decaying, leaves blackening, creating an everlasting darkness and a foul stench throughout most of the forest. The light of the elves seemed to be enough to keep the area around their halls clear of the spreading corruption. Thranduil had learned to control his anger. True to his word, he never threatened his wife again, but he could feel it. He could feel the forest slowly darkening, trying to touch his heart and turn him into something twisted and evil.

While the King and Queen had once taken long walks in the forest regularly and Legolas had been climbing trees before he had learned how to walk, Thranduil now avoided the forest. He rarely left his halls, and when he did, he made sure to be wary of any negative feelings he experienced afterwards. Queen Anarríma took a more scientific approach, her view of their situation was that if she understood it better, she might be able to fix it, or at least slow it. One of the first things she discovered was that Thranduil’s mood seemed to be better if he bathed immediately after coming back from the forest.

Her experiments led her into the darkest corners of the forest, venturing further south. It was there, that she discovered them, huge webs, woven by spiders of unprecedented size. Anarríma kept to the trees on her expeditions, so when she heard the stomping footsteps of several individuals, she quickly crawled up as high as she could while still being able to see the ground clearly. But what she saw made all colour drain from her face. Orcs. A scouting party. She had assumed that all orcs were dead, killed by the armies of the last alliance. Anarríma almost screamed out loud when a huge black mass suddenly descended on the group of five.

The spider was bigger than Thranduil’s elk, with massive fangs and more eyes than any creature should reasonably possess. Could it be that it was Ungoliant herself? It killed the orcs quickly, quietly and efficiently. More spiders appeared, gorging themselves on the flesh of the dead orcs. Anarríma pondered where they might be coming from. What wretched place in the south of their forest could be their home? Dol Guldur. Amon Lanc. The mountain had been abandoned by Oropher, Thranduil’s father. What if the orcs, the spiders, or maybe even worse lived there now?

Thranduil was relieved when his wife came home, but when she immediately ordered a war council, before even taking her armour off, he was worried beyond reason. Their small circle of advisors arrived quickly, and the Queen told them of what she had seen in the forest. Scouting parties were chosen, favouring stealth over numbers, letters were written to Imladris and Lothlorien and Gondor, informing them of the situation and asking if orcs had shown themselves in Celeborn and Galadriel’s realm, or the ruins of Mordor. Queen Anarríma desired to join the scouting party herself, but Thranduil protested vehemently. This time, she saw reason. She had been in the forest for too long and she could feel it affecting her mood already. Countermeasures were in order.

The advisors and soldiers departed in the middle of the night, having received their orders to keep this development a secret. Thranduil reached for his wife’s hand, leading her to the bathroom. One by one, he stripped her of her weapons. He lovingly removed every piece of armour, then her boots, her jacket, her shirt, her pants, her underwear, until she was completely bare. One thing Anarríma loved about her husband was that no matter how often he had seen her naked, he always looked at her as if he saw her for the first time. She lowered herself into the water, fully submerging herself for several minutes. The relief was immediate.

She felt at peace when she finally rose to the surface again, a deep, content sigh leaving her as she looked over at Thranduil, who was sitting at the edge of the pool, already undressed, bottles of shampoo and soaps and a washcloth next to him. She approached him slowly and he lowered himself into the water. “Are you alright?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Ana nodded. She felt so much better already. She straddled his lap as he washed her hair, paying attention to every single strand. The Queen got drowsy as his skilled hands massaged her scalp and slowly lathered up her entire body. Thranduil rinsed her hair thoroughly, letting go of her only to wash himself.

Anarríma smiled contently, lost deeply in her thoughts. “What is it, meleth nin?” Thranduil asked. “When we bathe together, I am always reminded of the first night we spent together, how much simpler things were back then.” Thranduil chuckled as she reminded him of that night. “If you wish, we can re-enact it,” he suggested smugly. The Queen splashed his face with water. “You’re incorrigible.” “That was not a no.” Anarríma giggled and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I believe, my king,” she remarked, “that you carried me to bed that night.” Thranduil leaned in close, making her feel his hot breath on her neck. “I don’t think I have the patience for that tonight.”

Unceremoniously, he set her down on the edge of the pool, draping her long legs over his shoulders as he kissed his way up her thighs. Anarríma exclaimed his name in shock, threading her fingers into his hair, grabbing onto him for support. She could feel him moan against her, reacting to the way she pulled his hair. The torturous pleasure he was subjecting her to seemed different that day, somehow more urgent, more desperate. “I need you,” the King groaned, his head emerging from between her legs to take a quick breath, immediately returning his attention to pleasuring his Queen. “You have me,” she gasped, digging her heels into his back.

“More,” he grunted amidst his ministrations, digging his nails into her hip, holding her in place, easing in two of his long fingers, making the Queen cry out in pleasure. He could tell she was close by the way her thighs were shaking and her back was arching backwards. He ought to leave her like this, he thought, but quickly tossed the thought aside at the feeling of her hands tugging so firmly on his wet hair. “My King,” she moaned, “I am so close, my King.” A final swipe of his tongue against her sensitive clit sent her over the edge, panting and moaning as she let herself fall back onto the floor, overcome with pleasure.

Thranduil emerged from the water, sitting down next to her, his back against the wall. He dragged her onto his lap, lovingly caressing her face, kissing her cheek, murmuring words of praise in her ear as she sank down on his hard cock. She still felt so raw from her first orgasm that it made her whimper. “That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, my darling,” he whispered, the roughness of his hands on her hips a stark contrast to the softness of his voice. The Queen buried her head in the crook of his neck, placing soft kisses all over. Thranduil took control, as always, even when he was not on top, using his strong grip on Anarríma to move her up and down slowly.

They spent what felt like hours, and yet, too short, wrapped in each other’s arms, their joined movements so deliberately slow and so desperate to be close to each other. Their moans grew louder and the King let one of his hands wander between their bodies to increase his wife’s pleasure. He could feel how close she was, how close he was. Thranduil knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He began thrusting harder, more quickly, grunting more loudly and when his wife screamed out in ecstasy, he came with a loud moan, pushing her down firmly on his cock, holding her still as he spilled his seed inside her.

Anarríma laid her head on Thranduil’s chest, completely and utterly exhausted from their hours of lovemaking. He had ended up carrying her to bed after all. The sun was already rising, returning them to the reality of their lives and the inevitable threat that lingered outside. “Thranduil?” she whispered. “Hmmm?” came the half-asleep king’s response. “Legolas needs to learn how to fight. To defend himself. It may be necessary before long.” Thranduil sat up with a groan, leaning against the headboard, Ana’s head resting on his thigh. “Ana, I don’t want this,” the King admitted after a pause, his voice quivering just slightly, almost unnoticeable, but she knew him. The Queen sat up slowly, leaning in even closer to her husband, her fingers ghosting over the left side of his face.

“I know.” She sighed deeply “But I’m afraid we don’t have another choice.” Thranduil let his head fall back in despair, knowing that their situation was getting dire. “We will kill them all. I will destroy every single orc there is left and every spider that crosses my path. Our son will never need to fight a day in his life.” He really meant those words, Ana knew it. But could they manage it? She had been thorough in her attempt to destroy the spiders, and all she had done was make it worse. “And if we can’t?” Her voice was unsteady, shaking with a fear instilled into her by centuries of war. Gondolin. Her earliest childhood memories. She did not want Legolas’ life to be so dark. Thranduil sighed deeply. “If we fail, I will train him myself. He will become the best warrior this kingdom has ever seen.”

Reluctantly, the King and Queen rose to face the day. Thranduil went to the throne room, he was holding audiences today. Anarríma went to Legolas, attempting to wake him up. “Nana I don’t wanna be awake!” he protested. The Queen smirked mischievously and let herself fall into her son’s bed dramatically, wrapping her arms around him. “You’re right,” she yawned. Just as she was about to drift off, a knock on the door jerked her awake. “What is it?” she groaned. The door opened, revealing Galion, Thranduil’s butler. “Pardon the intrusion, my Queen. Your Highness. His majesty requested I tell you that it is unfair that you should get to sleep when he has to sit on his uncomfortable throne all day, without even having eaten breakfast.”

Ana sat up. “Thranduil sent you here to wake me up?” “Yes, my Queen.” She grimaced. “Little Leaf,” she addressed her son, “I think Galion would like to have a pillow fight.” Legolas was wide awake all of a sudden, grabbing pillows twice his size and throwing them in the butler’s general direction. The Queen herself also grabbed a pillow, threatening Galion playfully. “Please don’t kill the messenger, my Queen, I beg mercy!” he exclaimed, dramatically sinking to his knees. Anarríma grabbed Legolas and lifted him onto her shoulders. “Let’s go find Ada and bring the poor starving king some breakfast.”

The Queen sneaking into the kitchen in her nightgown to make some breakfast used to be a frequent occasion in the first years she spent in Lasgalen. These days, she rarely did. She and Legolas had a quick breakfast before grabbing the tray set aside for the king and making their way towards the throne room. The guards did a double take when they saw their Queen, dressed in her nightgown, Prince Legolas on her shoulders, the King’s breakfast in her hands. One glance from her and they quickly remembered themselves, opening the doors. “Her Majesty, Queen Anarríma of Lasgalen, Lady of the Woodland Realm and His Highness Crown Prince Legolas.” Ana watched Thranduil’s eyes shoot open when he saw her.

Legolas ran towards his father, climbing his throne at remarkable speed and throwing his arms around Thranduil’s neck. “Ada!” he shouted excitedly. “We brought you breakfast.” “Yes, I can see that, Little Leaf,” Thranduil chuckled, gently ruffling his son’s hair. He took mostly after him with his bright blond hair, it was just a hint darker, shining golden in the sunlight. He got that from Ana. His Queen approached the throne, setting down the tray on a small table to the side before kissing Thranduil on the cheek. It seemed like a sweet gesture, but Thranduil clearly felt that it was meant to say ‘You bastard had Galion wake me up.’

Audiences appeared to go less smoothly that day, many people said. The King seemed somehow distracted and the Queen must have been feeling under the weather, as she was wrapped firmly in King Thranduil’s robes and she was clinging to her husband all morning, as if she would freeze to death if she moved only an inch away from him. The truth was she needed him. Few others knew that she had encountered a band of orcs, and even fewer knew how much it had upset her. Thranduil could feel it. He didn’t say anything but he could tell by the way she was trembling ever so slightly, barely even noticeable if she hadn’t been so close to him. It was at that moment that he decided his Queen should never have to face an orc again for the rest of all eternity.

The scouting party returned late. Ana had been anxious all day. While she had gotten dressed sometime in the morning, she was still wearing one of Thranduil’s robes on top, the hem trailing after her as she was pacing restlessly. They held a council in Thranduil’s study and the King and Queen’s worst fears were confirmed. Dol Guldur, the abandoned remains of Amon Lanc, former home of the Sindarin and Silvan elves, was swarming with orcs. But that wasn’t all. They had brought a prisoner, except it was not an orc, but an elf. “Why is he in chains?” The King demanded to know immediately and the other soldiers reluctantly followed his order. He had been wounded by a being of darkness. A shadow in the shape of a man, they described it.

The Queen approached the restrained soldier cautiously while the others relayed their tale to the king. His skin was grey, she realized horrified. The soldier’s blood had turned from red to black. “I cannot feel his fëa anymore,” she murmured. The elven soldier had turned into something straight out of a nightmare. The soldier who was speaking turned to her instead. “Hiril nin,” he addressed her, fear and despair apparent in his voice, “when the blade struck him, it was only a matter of minutes. We cleaned the wound and bandaged it to the best of our abilities while we made our retreat, but even after the bleeding stopped, we could feel him slip away.”

“Can he understand us?” the Queen wondered out loud, trying to get the soldier to look up at her. When he finally did, she stumbled backwards. Thranduil caught her, steadying her with an arm around the waist. “After his fëa was separated from his body, he transformed,” the soldier continued, “we saw his blood change from red to black, his eyes changed. If I didn’t know who he was, I would not be able to tell anymore.” Orc. That’s what he was now. Not elven. Not anymore. Maybe even dead. Was he in the Halls of Mandos now? Was he still in there somewhere? Was he still immortal? Would he go to the Halls of Mandos if he died? Anarríma’s thoughts were racing. Thranduil did not appear to be in a better condition.

“Bring him to a cell,” Thranduil ordered quietly. “Speak of this to no one. Rest now, all of you. We will reconvene tomorrow.” Ana felt his hand grip her arm hard. Not an act of violence, but one of fear. The King was about to lose his calm demeanor and he was trying to somehow keep it together until the soldiers were gone. The door closed. “How is this possible,” Thranduil whispered. “The shadow, what is it? What does it want from us?” Ana wrestled herself out of Thranduil’s firm grasp, hastening over to his desk. The ink dripped onto the page as she struggled to find the right words. When they came to her, she wrote at lightning speed, her usually elegant handwriting now only legible to people who knew it well enough. She copied the letter, sealing both copies with wax and handing them off to a servant she stopped in the hall.

When she was finished, Thranduil was still standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the wall, his eyes darting from side to side, muttering words under his breath. Anarríma walked towards him slowly, approaching him like a startled animal. “Thranduil?” She reached for his arm, gently taking it into her hands and leading him over to the desk, pushing him down into his chair, letting him pull her down with him, landing on his lap. “What did you do?” He motioned towards the remaining evidence of her letter-writing. “I sent a letter to Ada. And to Elrond. They need to know. Maybe they can help.” Thranduil merely nodded before burying his head against Ana’s chest.

“How did this happen, Ana?” he whispered shakily, “did we not do everything we could?” The Queen was stroking his soft hair gently, taken aback by Thranduil’s rare display of sadness over rage. She had expected him to throw glasses against walls, letting them shatter into thousands of pieces, to leave the palace immediately and return hours later, covered in dirt and sweat and blood. This was somehow worse. She felt somehow even more powerless as she felt his tears soak her dress, muffled sobs making their way to her ears. “We have to kill him,” she suddenly found herself saying out loud.

“I know,” came the whispered response. Their situation was hopeless. “It would be cruel to make his family see him like this,” the Queen continued. “He was killed by a spider, somewhere out in the woods. The others never found his body.” Thranduil looked up at her. Rarely had he ever seen his wife look so cold. So determined. “He was killed by a spider. They never found his body,” he agreed. “We can’t wait for Elrond to come and take a look at him. A fëa can’t be brought back. It would be cruel-,” she hesitated. Thranduil nodded thoughtfully. “It would be cruel to prolong his suffering,” he agreed. The King watched in horror as his wife pushed him away and stood up, straightening the long white skirts of her dress.

“Ana you don’t have to-” “Yes, I do.” He stood up, racing after her, but she shut the door in his face, turning the key once, twice, three times. “Ana, open the door,” she winced as his fist connected with the wood, pounding relentlessly. It would not stop him for long. “Please Thranduil,” she pleaded with him. “Please don’t do this to yourself. Stay here, I will come back right after.” She heard him calling after her as she slowly walked down the corridor. The King could scream as loudly as he wanted to, their chambers were soundproof. No one would hear him. He sank to the floor in misery, letting the tears fall freely down his cheeks.

Anarríma was shaking, her heartbeat too fast, her breathing too unnatural. She steadied herself as she made her way into the dungeon, clutching the small bow she had picked up on her way down more tightly. “Dismissed.” The dungeon guards only gave her a nod and left. They knew what she had come to do. They knew that not a word of this could ever leave their mouths. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness as she made her way towards one of the only occupied cells. There were not many prisoners in Lasgalen. Mostly Noldorin elves imprisoned by Thranduil’s father for kinslaying. Those who had fought in the Dagor Dagorlad had been pardoned. The others would face a long eternity behind bars.

The light of a torch illuminated the former elf’s twisted face. Anarríma searched desperately for something familiar, something that would tell her that she was wrong about this. But she found nothing but contempt for her. “I’m sorry I failed you,” she whispered to the prisoner. “You know what I must do. You know there is no other way. I am so sorry.” Ana had hoped to at least see some form of recognition in his eyes. But he didn’t even look scared as she aimed an arrow at his throat. She felt tears sting her eyes as she released the bowstring. He dropped to the floor with a loud thud, dead before he even hit the ground. “Hiro hon hîdh ab 'wanath [may he find peace after death],” she whispered, turning around to return to their quarters.

As she passed Legolas’ chambers she heard muffled sobs. Immediately, she opened the door and found her son in the far corner of his room, wrapped up in a blanket, crying softly. “Little Leaf? What happened?” She approached him slowly, sitting down on the floor next to him. “Nana, you got hurt!” He must have had a nightmare. “I am alright, Little Leaf, it was just a bad dream.” She picked him up gently, carrying him back to his bed. “But I saw it, Nana,” Legolas insisted weakly. “Ada hurt you.” What on Arda had he seen? “Ada did not hurt me, Little Leaf,” she reassured him. ‘But he will if I don’t let him out soon,’ she added silently. “Ada would never hurt me.”

A lie. But a necessary one. She kissed his cheek softly. “Sleep, ion-nin. I love you.” Legolas drifted off slowly. Ana waited until she was certain he would not wake up again and returned to her and Thranduil’s chambers. Thranduil was not banging on the door anymore. He had forced the door open. She peaked inside his study carefully. He was sitting at his desk, writing something down. “Is it done?” He did not look at her. She was glad. “Yes.” Thranduil put down the quill and looked up at her. “I am giving a speech tomorrow. The army needs to be ready. We strike immediately if reinforcement from Imladris and Lothlorien comes. If not, we must do it anyway.”

Anarríma nodded. “I will think up some different strategies, think over some numbers, prepare my armour and weapons.” Thranduil stared her down. “You will not fight. I do not allow it. You must remain here. With our son.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “I assume you will be leading the attack?” He affirmed. “Thranduil, do you not remember the last time you told me to stay-” “Says the person who just locked me in!” He shouted angrily. She stumbled backwards. Thranduil’s outburst had only been a matter of time, but she was still caught off guard. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He huffed a laugh. “Me too.” “I will fight beside you,” she stated plainly, approaching her husband, carefully wiping away the tears on his cheeks. Thranduil leaned into her touch, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her in for a long kiss. “You will fight beside me,” he agreed, “and we will kill them all.”

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trenarnolegolaslasgalen · 2 years ago

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Chapter I: Prince of Mirkwood (Pt. I)

The waters were peaceful just as the lore of ages say they were. I could see we were still days from the everlasting twilight of Aman, but I knew in my heart that once we made it there, I would see my family once more. I watched as the four elves on board spoke with quietly amongst themselves. We were the last of our kin to sail to Eldamar. The presence of a Prince from the House of Durin did not seem unusual to them after all that had happened.

As Gimli slept by the bow, I could not help to find myself thinking about the past. I would miss my home and all that I had left behind in Arda. The world I had once called home had changed. The moment I saw Aragorn crowned king of Arnor and Gondor, I could feel a change in the air. After everything the Fellowship had accomplished, I knew that I would become little more than myth; legend at best. With the sealing of Aglarond, the Dwarves joined the Elves’ fate in a world we helped to create.

As the waves of the sea carried us toward the Undying Lands, I watched the final vestiges of Arda fade into mists of time. The land where I was born would become a memory I would remember forever in quiet disbelief with a curious longing. My adventure was coming to an end, even as my life would go on forever. In that world, I began life as the son of Thranduil, the Elvenking of the Woodland Realm known for most of my childhood as Mirkwood. I was on my last journey from which I would never return. Who would I become beyond the shores of Arda?

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I came into this world in Eryn Galen as Legolas Lasgalen Thranduillion in the month of Lótessë in the forty-first year of the Third Age. My mother was Queen Êlúriel Nenluin, a Nandorin from the lost land of Ossiriand. She died when I was still a elfling, but I remember that she was beautiful and kind. Before I was conceived, my parents took in Târthon, the son of my father’s best friend Melros. After he perished at Dagorlad during the War of the Last Alliance, his wife Árendil could not bear her grief and sailed to the Undying Lands leaving her son in their care. When I was old enough to understand, I was sad for Târthon but glad to have a brother.

My grandfather Oropher had died in the same battle that took Târthon’s father, but my grandmother Nimeithel was there to see me come into the world before she left for Aman with my mother’s father Nendúril. It would be the beginning of darkness for the Elves of Eryn Galen.--J.M.M ❁

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nocompromise-noregrets · 1 year ago

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🎨 📓🎧🎬?

wheeeeee! RIGHT THEN. *cracks knuckles*

🎨 what scenes from your fic(s) do you really really want fanart of? ooooh WELL like all of them XD but I would LOVE to see the illuminations in the Tale of the Kings from Stars and Arrows, y'know. :D :D :D I need to give those two another nudge...

📓 list your current WIPs argh well there are All I Want Is You and Break You But You'll Mend both of which I have been intending to work on for EVER and not getting round to >.< and the Twins-make-their-Choice fic which has been stalled for two years, and part whatever-it-is-now of It's Always Been You and Stars and Arrows AND the everlasting novel Two of a Kind, and I am working on precisely NONE of them. I need to have a proper sit-down and sort them all out, but it will not be this day. Maybe over the holidays...

🎧 your favourite singer/band is going to write an album about a fic of yours - which fic and what would the album be like? This is a tiny bit of a cheat, because most of my favourite artists make music that totally doesn't align with the sort of fic I write XD but a long LONG time ago I self-published a novel, and it was absolutely inspired by Beloved by VNV Nation and a bunch of their other songs so I'd love to think of what they might have created if they'd actually been given the novel to make a soundtrack for it.

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Here's a list of what's in my tiny brain at the moment:

Some Falmari weren't happy with Olwë's refusal to help the Noldor, and when their complaints fell on deaf ears, they went to help the Noldor.

Celegorm isn't that much shorter than Maeðros, but because he's so much broader, he looks bigger.

Celebrimbor's most common nickname by his family was Pityacurvo - Little Curvo.

Eregion gets it's holly-themed name from one of Celebrimbor's maternal cousins, who was named for holly.

The Valar were never intended to revive the Trees - Men wouldn't be able to survive without the Sun and Moon.

The Valar were never intended to make Valinórë in the first place - Elves were supposed to live alongside Men and Dwarves.

This one's controversial, but Eöl and Areðel married CONSENSUALLY.

Bór's people fled west and mingled with the Haladin. (I actually hc Elros' wife to be that descendant of Bór, as well as Caranthir and Haleth. :3)

Curufin and Celegorm didn't intend for Finrod to die - they just wanted to get him to forget about the Silmarils, maybe fulfill his Oath a different, less stupid way. Like writing to Thingollo or something.

Maeðros lost all estel he had at the Nírnaeth.

The Elves who remained in Valinórë did everything they could to get rid of Fëanáro's influence - no more lamps or palantíri, or the other little inventions he made to make like easier. They even tried going back to the Sarati. The only thing that actually stuck was getting rid of the thorn for all the languages. (Thingollo's gonna have a stroke when he's reembodied. XD)

Thranduil was born at Cuiviénen or the start of the Great Journey, and his mom is a Vanya who died on the way. Also, Oropher has dark hair, and has no relation to Thingollo.

Maeðros has a crossbow. He also has a metal nub cap with a crossguard of sorts to block blows with his right wrist.

Fingolfin didn't intend to usurp Fëanáro until he heard Fëanáro speak about returning to Endórë. Then, he figured Náro was probably not the best choice as second in line.

Maglor is Erestor, and Lindir is Daeron. (And maybe Gildor is Finrod, who snuck back to Middle Earth.)

Eöl didn't bring the poisoned javelin to kill Areðel or Maeglin. He brought it to kill Celegorm.

Maeglin has a severe fear of heights. Morgoth used this to his advantage when pressing Maeglin for information on Gondolin.

Salgant basically adopted Maeglin. (Maeglin and Turgon had a good relationship, but there was a distance there than Salgant didn't have.)

The Everlasting Darkness is a Nameless Thing. (And might take the shape of a yeti crab.)

Crablor is an Okinawan blueberry hermit crab.

Galadriel disowned her Noldorin heritage after Alqualondë, and she doubled down on that in Doriath - it's why she was allowed to stay when Thingollo kicked her brothers out.

Maeðros didn't expect to survive the "Fourth Kinslaying". He wanted Eönwë to kill him and Maglor.

Maeðros, Bór, and Azaghâl are the real Elf-Man-Dwarf dream team.

Narthil. That is all.

Melian did desert Doriath - she was killed by the Dwarves.

Silmarillion brainrot came back in full force.

Specifically Feanor and family brainrot.

If anyone has any hcs or opinions feel free to drop them, in the meantime I will scour this hellsite for more art and writings.

#tolkien #tolkien headcanons #tolkien legendarium #Silmarillion #.... I didn't expect to post this many #i'm not tagging all of them

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iamjaynaemarie · 6 years ago

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One Week from Today: The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy comes to WordPress..but before then, I have an announcement to make: The Last Chapter of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil (called Thranduil Everlasting) will be in the epilogue of Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen. In fact, the last chapter of Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen will also be found in the epilogue of Book III. 😊 So you will have YEARS of Thranduil long before it officially ends.

Translation: The end of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil isn’t the end of Book II: The Saga of Thranduil.

#the last chapter #thranduil everlasting #book ii #the saga of thranduil #every journey has an end #king thranduil #the elvenking of the woodland realm #mirkwood's greatest king #tolkien fan fiction #in honor of jrr tolkien #thranduil fandom #thranduil fan fiction #thranduil #hi lee lee

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notringwinner · 4 years ago

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tag dump: people.

#◜【hedonist】 🍵 A PLEASURE SEEKER 〔 ɴ 〕 ╱ 【bilbo】#◜【indomitable】 🍵 CANNOT BE OVERCOME 〔 ᴀᴅᴊ 〕 ╱ 【thorin】#◜【scion】 🍵 AN HEIR 〔 ɴ 〕 ╱ 【frodo】#◜【instigator】 🍵 ONE WHO PROVOKES 〔 ɴ 〕 ╱ 【gandalf】#◜【riddler】 🍵 ONE WHO SPEAKS IN RIDDLES 〔 ɴ 〕 ╱ 【gollum】#◜【vindictive】 🍵 VENGEFUL 〔 ᴀᴅᴊ 〕 ╱ 【thranduil】#◜【judicious】 🍵 PRUDENT 〔 ᴀᴅᴊ 〕 ╱ 【elrond】#◜【lord】 🍵 ONE WHO EXERTS POWER OVER OTHERS 〔 ɴ 〕 ╱ 【sauron】#◜【precious】 🍵 OF GREAT VALUE 〔 ᴀᴅᴊ 〕 ╱ 【the ring】#◜【usurper】 🍵 ONE WHO SEIZES POWER WITH FORCE 〔 ɴ 〕 ╱ 【smaug】#◜【sempiternal】 🍵 EVERLASTING 〔 ᴀᴅᴊ 〕 ╱ 【bilbo ღ thorin】

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mismaeve · 3 years ago

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The Gift

→ The Gift, Thranduil Oropherion x Fem!Elf Reader Word Count: 7.9k Warnings: angst, mentions of death and dead bodies, blood and slight gore, injury Prompt: "Have you no regrets?" Summary: Another war is slowly consuming Middle-Earth, and the Greenwood elves find themselves defending it against the evil forces. Taglist: @rainbowvamp @i-did-not-mean-to @wormsmith @lokineedshairgel @marvelschriss @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @blueberryrock @alldaysdreamers @heilith A/N: This is my own contribution to this month's writing challenge. I am super happy with how this turned out, and I am excited to be finally sharing this with you. I really hope you will enjoy it!

I pray you can forgive me for I should have waited.

The general slowly moved across the battleground, wrinkling her nose slightly at the sight of dead orc carcasses. Her eyes drifted to a couple of her soldiers piling up orcs to be burned. It wasn’t right, all this devastation and pain, all this death. Y/N’s footsteps grew slower until they came to a halt, and the general took a deep breath. The rancid air burned in her lungs and for a moment she felt sick to her stomach. The nature of war wasn’t lost on her yet to live through it was another matter entirely. Y/N allowed her mind to drift as her eyes wandered over the blood-soaked grounds. It saddened her greatly to see the lifeless bodies of her valiant soldiers among the corpses of orc filth. A misty veil fell upon her eyes as the elf general mourned her fallen kin. What a waste, what a gruesome waste this was. They didn’t belong here any more than she did, yet to march and defend Middle-Earth from everlasting darkness and evil had been their duty, and they had been called upon. And so, they had left the safety of Greenwood to venture South to engage the enemy on the East front.

A lone tear was working its way down Y/N’s pale cheek while she stood frozen, either unable or unwilling to move. We shouldn’t be here, my sweet. Many of her kin had fallen but not enough to weaken the company in her command. Still, it pained her greatly as her eyes moved from one fallen elf to another, making her heart ache unbearably. She knew each and every one of them personally, she knew their families and she had shared many a meal with them. They had been her friends, her family. Her sole responsibility was to keep them safe, to shield them from horrors such as war, yet it had been her to lead them here to their demise. They didn’t belong here, they shouldn’t be left here to rot among the dead ranks of their enemy, they deserved better. She owed them better, she owed them the same respect and dignity they had always treated her with.

“Redhedir,” Y/N called out softly to the young elf soldier who was currently overseeing the build of another corpse pile to be burned. “My lady?” the dark-haired elf was quick to make his way over to where she was standing.

“Gather however many you need to cover the ground in search of our fallen. I want all of them brought home to Greenwood to be buried with dignity and love,” the general’s voice was gentle and calm, even though rage was fuming inside her. As most elves, she was quite accomplished at keeping her composure, so much so that even her king saw attempting to read her as a challenge at times. She was excellent at masking her thoughts and emotions whenever she wished for them to remain private. Yet now she found herself struggling to do so, the wasted lives of her people weighing her down and shooting sparks to an already burning anger. “Of course,” Redhedir offered her a curt nod before hurrying off. Y/N’s gaze went back to the freshly made heap of orcs awaiting to be set afire. The general allowed herself to scoff quietly under her breath, it was more than this filth deserved. Even leaving them on the ground to rot was too good for them. Y/N knew it was her grief and anger talking now, just as she knew that they would double back eventually to clear the fields of all signs of war and death. It was against their nature to let something as foul as rotting orc flesh to stain and spoil the ground they walked on and the fields which brought them sustenance.

We nurture and we preserve, that is what we are tasked with. We do not paint this land red lightly, remember that always.

The general cast one last glance over the crimson spotted field littered with corpses before turning on her heel and heading towards the edge of the forest. Her mare was stood beneath the trees just on the outskirts of the woods. At the sight of her master approaching, the mare’s dark nostrils flared, and the animal gave a low neigh, as if to greet her master upon her return. “Elenath mellonen,” Y/N greeted her loyal companion, her hand going to stroke the mare’s long and muscular neck. She was a dark dapple-grey, thus earning her the name “all the stars of heaven” because of the thousand small white and light grey spots that covered her otherwise dark flanks and shoulders, and the length of her back. Elenath was a unique beauty but much like her master, she was also highly spirited and at times temperamental. Y/N hummed an ancient Elvish lullaby to soothe her companion while her fingers rubbed and massaged the animal’s neck, reaching higher and higher until they intertwined with Elenath’s long and dark mane.

“Do you miss our home too?” Y/N murmured as her own heart filled with horrible longing. They had marched from the safety and comfort of Greenwood months ago, yet the end of this war was nowhere near in sight. The Elvish general leaned her forehead against her mare’s shoulder, allowing her mind to drift back to home. She thought about the Great Hall, always filled with laughter and cheerful banter while everyone helped themselves to whatever delicious dish was being served. Y/N longed for the illuminated pathways weaving throughout the forest of their homeland, she longed for the sounds of birds, perching on high and low branches just outside her windows, gifting her with the privilege of their songs. She longed for the intricate hallways, so beautifully and masterfully crafted. But most of all, she longed for her husband and his touch, their blissful nights together when they would be alone in their chambers. What would he say if he knew? Y/N couldn’t help but send a prayer to the Valar that this war soon come to an end for she has been deprived of her husband’s love for far too long. There were no words, neither in Westron or Elvish, nor ancient Dwarvish, to describe the longing Y/N felt for her husband. At times it became utterly unbearable, making the general struggle to even fill her lungs with air. It felt as if her body was slowly dying without the touch of her king, her husband, her lover. She was a withering flower on a blood-soaked field, desperately trying to survive against all odds.

“Hiril nîn!” just as Y/N was about to lose herself to her torment and longing, Morfindaer’s urgent call beckoned her back to this world. She untangled her fingers from Elenath’s mane and watched as the young elf was dismounting his charger. He looked rather flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he hastily approached his queen. “Catch your breath, Morfindaer,” she spoke to the young elf soldier who gratefully bowed his head and allowed himself a moment to regain his composure. “Our scouts have sighted the king’s forces, they’re setting up camp just over that ridge over there,” Y/N’s eyes followed Morfindaer’s pointed finger to the ridge not too far from where they were located now. A warm sensation began like a soft and pleasant stream, taking course through her veins and invigorating her entire being just at the mere thought of seeing her beloved again after all these months. Perhaps it was time. Y/N closed her eyes as a hopeful smile was slowly beginning to decorate her features. As the Elvish queen opened her mouth to voice her joy over this happily unexpected news, she was interrupted by the sound of their horn signaling the return of their riders. A company of five were galloping towards their queen and general, their horses’ hooves unearthing dirt in all directions in their wake. They were making full haste towards her, making Y/N wonder if something had happened. Perhaps their scouts had sighted more orc filth in their vicinity but surely, they would have sounded the horn to indicate that the enemy was near, and they ought to get ready. Or perhaps they were rushing to bring her the news of something befalling her husband, their king. As soon as that dreadful thought entered her mind, Y/N forced it out. She would not entertain any such grim notions unless she knew for certain.

“My lady, we bring word from lord Thranduil. We are to unite our forces at their encampment as soon as possible,” Calemen, the second oldest of the five riders informed her upon their arrival. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, utter relief washing over her bones and flesh alike. He had sent for them, for her. Unknowingly so, he has sent for you as well. “Then we must not keep our king waiting,” when she spoke, she was the same strong and capable general she had been only moments ago when her swords had slashed through orc ranks like they were nothing. As Y/N took hold of Elenath’s reins and moved to mount her, a very secret yet happy tear was slowly running its course down her cheek. Her soul would no longer be withering with longing, a breath of life was so near she could almost taste it. Soon, my darling. Tonight.

“Have our wounded mounted on horses for the journey. Prepare the wagons, we will bring our dead with us for now,” Y/N instructed from her horse as she adjusted her seat.

“Morfindaer, gather our forces, we are to march as soon as the wagons are loaded and horses ready,” her voice sounded her orders in a gentle yet subtly stern manner. The dark-haired elf offered her a quick nod before mounting his horse to go forward her orders to the rest of their remaining host. It was very trying to maintain a calm exterior when all Y/N could feel was utter excitement. Surely the others felt similarly, after all, Thranduil’s company consisted of their friends and brothers, fathers and sons. Soon, all of them would be reunited, a thought which filled the general’s heart and soul with warmth, for they were finally presented with a ray of light in their otherwise never-ending darkness and gloom.

With a watchful eye, Y/N followed the movements of her host, readying their horses and helping the wounded soldiers mount them. It pained her to see the pain written all over their features as they clutched at their wounds, blood running through their fingers and staining their neatly polished armour. She wished she could relieve their pain, she wished she could do more for them. For you. Y/N wished she could simply bring all her people home to Greenwood where they would remain safe, away from all this terror and in the hands of their skilled healers. Some of them had followed them from home, to tend to their wounded yet not enough, and their supplies were slowly beginning to run short. “Calemen, is there any word from lord Elrond?” Y/N asked the blonde elf mounted on his horse beside her, the both of them overseeing the host preparing to march. “Not as far as I know, hiril nîn,” there was sadness in his eyes as they found hers. He didn’t say but Y/N was sure he knew why she would inquire about lord Elrond. Elrond was a gifted and an accomplished healer, having taught the art of healing to many of the Rivendell elves. Elves that they now sorely needed. “There might be news of him at the camp,” Y/N suggested in hopes of reassuring the elf next to her. “Shall I ride ahead and find out, my lady?” Calemen asked, grasping the reins more firmly in his hands, ready to hurry off as soon as told. Y/N shook her head gently, offering the eager elf rider a soft smile. “No, that won’t be necessary,” Calemen nodded at her words and Y/N saw his hands relax, the previously tightly held reins now resting loosely in his long and slim fingers.

It wasn’t long before the field before her eyes was cleared of the deceased elves, their bodies carefully and gently put in wagons to be brought with them to their king. Y/N’s eyes darkened as she cast them over the remains of the enemy’s army. Where the foul creatures had cut down one of hers, her courageous warriors had cut down many a tenfold of theirs until every last orc had been slain. And the price they had paid for this victory, much like the one before and the one before that, was laying in their horse-drawn wagons. None of their triumphs had been entirely sweet, all of them bittersweet at best. Y/N paid her last respects to the place where many of her subjects had fallen and spilled their life’s blood in the name of everlasting peace, before nudging her mare forward with the gentle press of her heels. They would march in formation, Y/N at the helm of her army followed by a handful of those second in command closely behind her. She had chosen to have the wagons follow before the fighting soldiers, for she believed they deserved the honour of being at the head of their host for the invaluable sacrifice they had made in her name. It was only behind the wagons carrying their dead, that the actual host would follow. Her wounded would be in the middle of their formation surrounded by the able and the strong for protection in case they had a run in with the enemy whilst making their way around the mountain ridge. As their company began moving, the elf general sent yet another silent prayer to the Valar. Make it so that we may make our journey safely in peace for much that was dear we have lost already. ㅤ

As the first stars of evening rose high in the light-pink sky, Y/N ordered her host to a halt. They had been on the move for the better part of the day, and now that the light was slowly fading, it was time for them to rest. Although the wounded elves carried brave faces, Y/N sensed the state of pain and discomfort they were in. They needed tending, food and water, and a moment’s rest before they pressed further on towards Thranduil’s camp. “Make sure the wounded are tended and fed,” Y/N kept her voice low when giving her orders to the elves flanking her on both sides. Whether it was the waning light or a sense of foreboding, she could not tell, but she knew she did not wish to attract any more attention to their being here than they already had. The general’s eyes continuously scanned their surroundings, wanting to memorise every detail in case her host had to respond to an assault or flee from one they could not fend off. As the last light of day vanished from sight and darkness began its slow and menacing descent on the Elvish queen and her host, everything around them got eerily quiet. “Are we to set up camp, hiril nîn?” Calemen’s voice seemed several leagues away, the uncanny silence having a deafening effect on her senses. “Lau,” Y/N shook her head and closed her eyes. “My lady-,” Calemen started but was immediately silenced by his queen. “Shhhh,” she needed to listen, something felt strangely amiss. Y/N knew something was wrong or about to go wrong. As hard as she tried to listen, she couldn’t hear a thing save for the muffled sounds in the background made by her people. Something is terribly wrong. There were no signs of birds or any other animals for that matter. It felt like everything all of a sudden had frozen still. Too still to her liking. The longer she listened, the more uneasy she became, her body signalling her to remain alert. Something is coming. Y/N felt the cool evening breeze in her hair and on her skin, breathing it in, the general grimaced in distaste. The air bore a foul smell that burned like fire inside her lungs. Her heart sunk for she knew this particular scent rather well, it had become their constant companion, following them everywhere they went. The smell of death and destruction. While remaining in her trance-like state, Y/N felt her fingers reach for her sword. I will keep you safe.

Her eyes flew open at the sound of their horns somewhere in the near distance. Their scouts were signalling them that they had spotted their enemy. Soon after the first blast, more joined in, meaning only one thing. They were surrounded and the enemy was closing in on them like a hungry predator ready to tear them apart and devour their flesh. As if to announce their arrival, the air filled with the malicious howls of wargs. “Quickly, have the wagons pulled inside the forest for concealment, with any luck they won’t go looking there if we keep them occupied here,” Y/N was quick to give her orders, there was no time to be wasted, not when they were caught off guard in the dark. “What of the wounded? They are in no state to fight,” Calemen’s voice gave away his fear. Not for himself, not of dying but his fear for those who had been left weak and vulnerable. “Form ranks around our wounded!” Y/N’s commanding voice sounded all around them, making her soldiers gather around swiftly.

“Ready your bows!” the general bellowed her order and watched as her skilled archers sprinted to their positions. While Y/N’s host formed their lines and came together in formation, Elenath was getting restless, unable to stay still the mare was pawing the ground. It was meaningless to even attempt calming her now, Y/N was convinced the intelligent creature between her legs knew she would soon charge at enemy lines.

They could hear the shrieks and cries of orcs rushing towards them. Rushing to their death, the general thought in defiance as they waited for the confrontation, her archers ready to rain fire upon the evil creatures nearing them. There will be no mercy for the wicked. Soon the night would be filled with the clash of swords and cries of agony. Even though this could very well be the night of her demise, Y/N felt strangely calm. Her heart wasn’t racing, her breath was steady. The Elvenqueen was at the head of her army, ready and determined to lead her people to another victory. In the name of Greenwood and their king, they will hold their ground. Give me strength to shield us from this evil.

“Hold the lines,” her voice carried her strength and power when she addressed her warriors for one last time before all mayhem broke loose.

“Protect our weak,” Y/N continued, her eyes slowly and steadily moving from one elf soldier to another, engraving their faces into her heart should this night claim any of their lives. “No prisoners,” her tone took to a more threatening note as if to emphasise her message. “We may be surrounded and at a disadvantage, but we will endure,” the general’s voice rose as her fingers clutched the hilt of her sword, pulling it from its sheath and raising it high above her. “Send these creatures back to hell!” Y/N’s voice rumbled into the night at the same time as Elenath reared up on her hind legs pawing the air. The good will prevail tonight.

“Leithio i phillin!” she shouted and pointed her sword in the direction of their enemy. ㅤ

The booming roar of the mountain troll shattered the night like thunder. It pierced Y/N’s ears making the elf wince in pain. Shooting a quick glance over the field, she soon saw that their numbers were dwindling rapidly, they would not be able to fend off an assault of this magnitude. The orcs were mounted on wargs with several grown mountain trolls amongst their ranks. It was an uphill battle they were fighting, and they were losing. They needed aid but she didn’t dare send a rider out to Thranduil’s camp to ask for reinforcements, it was too risky. It was likely that the lone rider would be run down by wargs and torn to pieces. Another thundering roar brought her attention back to the battle and just in time as the queen immediately noticed a warg charging towards her, mouth open with baring teeth, ready to swallow her whole and send her to the darkest pit of hell. She gripped the hilt of her sword tighter just as the overgrown wolf leaped towards her, crashing into her and Elenath like a tumbling wall of stone. Elenath could not withstand the force with which they were struck, making the mare and rider alike go down. Y/N had driven her sword into the warg’s thick skull as they had collided, the beast’s heavy body landing on top of her as she struck ground. There was a crack and instant pain, sending an agonising shockwave throughout her body. No. Please. She struggled to catch her breath, the impact of the fall with the added dead weight on top of her, knocking the air out of her chest. Y/N coughed and grimaced in pain, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of her lips. She was almost positive that she had broken at least one rib, most likely more than one. The general gritted her teeth and used all the strength she could muster and pushed the foul-smelling creature off her. Freeing herself of the heavy weight at last made her groan in pain but at the very least, she could finally breathe again. Breathe. Taking a deep breath that filled her lungs and made her ribcage scream in protest, Y/N carefully rolled on her side. The elf closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain which was to come should she try to get back on her feet. The air was thick with sounds of steel clashing with steel, arrows flying in all directions, the low and threatening growls of the wargs and roars of the trolls. She could hardly hear or sense her people; the havoc of this place was overwhelming and disrupting. With another pained groan Y/N got on all fours, her bruised insides making her cough up blood. No. Do not make it so, the general prayed in silence.

There was fighting all around her, she was bound to force herself up lest she be killed. Her insides were pulsating with pain, coming in waves, making her inhale sharply. As if sensing her master’s state, Elenath was soon by her side once again, giving Y/N a gentle nudge with her muzzle. “I’m alright, we’re alright,” the Elvenqueen whispered with a sad smile before clenching her jaw as another wave of pain overtook her. Elenath gave a low neigh before giving Y/N another nudge, this time more urgently. As her pain finally subsided enough for her to sense her immediate surroundings, she could feel someone, or something, approach her. Her hand reached for her blade which lay imbedded in the slain warg’s skull, her fingers wrapping around the hilt in time as the footsteps grew nearer. She would not give the enemy the satisfaction of killing her while she was down. The queen knew it was going to hurt, it would be agonising even but she was determined to keep on fighting until her last breath. I pray you can forgive me. The steps were nearly upon her now, an unknown fiend looming over her like a dark cloud, savouring the moment before striking her down. All her muscles tensed as she swiftly lifted her sword, swinging it fiercely at the unknown assailant Y/N got back on her feet with a feral cry. Steel met steel as pale eyes met hers. How could it be? Before she could utter a single word, let alone manage a respectful greeting of her king, Thranduil had withdrawn his sword and closed the small distance between them. “You’re hurt,” the worry in his voice was accompanied by the sorrowful look in his eyes. “Aran nîn, forgive me, I did not see-,” Y/N began to apologise but was unceremoniously cut off by her king. “Where are you hurt, meleth nîn?” Thranduil sheathed both his swords and once his hands were free, they went to cup her face, his eyes searching her face intently. “There’s no time for this now, we must…,” her voice trailed off as she finally noticed her husband’s host aiding hers, cutting down enemy ranks left and right. It appeared that they had been rescued and pulled from their impending doom. “Do you see? The battle is all but won,” his voice was reassuring and calm, “Now, you must tell me where it is you’re hurt,” he asked her in a more demanding tone. Does he sense it? “It is nothing, likely a couple of bruised ribs is all,” Y/N tried her best to hide the severity of her injuries, she did not want to add more worry to his already long list of troubles. “If I know my wife, then I know that her version of bruised ribs is most likely fractured or even broken,” he frowned at her through his bushy eyebrows, “Tell me, which of the two is it?” she could not hold his gaze any longer, casting her eyes down she let a yielding sigh escape her lips. Lying to her husband would be meaningless, Thranduil would see through it as easily as one sees through glass.

“The latter,” Y/N admitted as her eyes found his again.

ㅤ Thranduil had begged her to ride with him on his elk, but Y/N would not have any of it. Stubborn as she was, she gave her king no choice but to agree to her riding Elenath to his encampment. She had let him help her mount her mare but that had been all the aid she had been willing to accept for the time being. As his wife, she longed for his touch but for now it was completely out of the question, at least until she had seen one of the healers. We’re alright, she hoped against hope that the Valar had heard her prayers. Y/N tried to keep her breathing as shallow as possible, mainly because drawing deep breaths caused excruciating agony. Her breastplate felt too tight, making it that much harder to breathe properly. Her ears were ringing and the taste of blood in her mouth was making her sick. But she would show none of it, not when so many of her people had fallen, not when so many of them were in worse conditions than she was. “Are you certain you can ride on your own, meleth nîn?” Thranduil’s voice carried the worry he must have been feeling. Y/N turned her head and mustered up a smile before giving her king a nod.

“It’s not my broken ribs that pain me,” her voice sounded mournful as she spoke her truth to her king. Her eyes drifted from Thranduil’s as she took in the gravity of what had happened. Once again Y/N was facing a field covered in corpses. From what she could tell, nearly a third of her host was gone. She found that Thranduil coming to their aid and helping them to victory meant very little to her now. Grateful as she was to be alive and whole, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the sorrow and grief this victory had brought her. She wasn’t sure for how much longer she could go on, each day bringing more death with it, each night accompanied by more suffering. Her heart could not bear it. This isn’t the life I wished for you. “You were caught unawares, there was nothing to be done,” when he spoke, his voice appeared to be closer than it previously had. Turning to face him, Y/N saw that his elk was right next to Elenath, towering over her like a giant beast. “It doesn’t make it right,” Y/N responded quietly while shaking her head lightly. “None of this is right yet such is the nature of war,” Thranduil’s attempts to comfort her did very little, the guilt she was feeling was too overwhelming. “We brought them here, we asked them to fight, to die and for what?” Y/N felt her hold on her emotions weaken. She was too worn out, she could feel it in her bones, in every part of her being. “We have suffered an immeasurable loss, it is only natural that you would grieve,” the king reached over and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, “But do not let your regrets rule your heart and mind, we are only doing what is right,” he reminded her softly. “And you, aran nîn, have you no regrets?” Y/N asked him as her eyes found his light blue-hazel ones. His expression softened as his gaze held hers, his pale hues unveiling the hidden truth. Suddenly, the great king of the Woodland realm bore a look of despair, making Y/N regret her silly question. Was she so distraught that she had lost all her common sense? “You need only look around to see my regrets, meleth, they are as plain as day,” he noted dismally. She hated herself for asking, she hated to see her beloved in such grave pain, she hated this war above all else. They would be mourning their fallen until the end of days by the gruesome looks of it. Yet there was hope, she bore it inside her still. Their hope. ㅤ

Thranduil had not pressed the issue of Y/N being seen by their best healer immediately upon their arrival at his encampment, for which she had been grateful. Until their wounded had been attended by their healers, given food and water, and sheltered in tents and larger pavilions, there would be no talk or mention of Y/N seeing a healer. There had been plenty to do for both rulers before they could retire to their shared tent. It was only when the bustling noises within their camp had begun to settle down, that the king and queen finally deemed fit to seek the solace of their private pavilion. “Allow me to help you out of your armour before I send for Nestor,” it took him only two large strides before he was right next to her, his fingers going to work on undoing the clasps attaching her cape to her shoulders before moving on to her breastplate. Being attended to by Nestor while Thranduil was in the tent was out of the question, not when he was unaware of her current condition. She would have to come up with a reason, an excuse to leave their tent. As soon as her husband had removed her breastplate, a shockwave of pain exploded inside her, her injuries appearing to be worse than she had thought. Much to her dismay, she couldn’t hinder the low groan that had formed in the back of her throat, making her husband stop what he was doing, and go around her to face her.

“You’re in pain,” he said mournfully, a deep sadness taking to his pale eyes as he ran them over her face. Y/N forced a weak smile as her palm found his smooth cheek, her thumb caressing it softly.

“You need to see Nestor right away, meleth nîn,” the king whispered as his hand went to his cheek to take hers, giving it a gentle squeeze before pressing their intertwined fingers to his chest. He was right, she needed a healer. She felt it could wait no longer lest she risked the unspeakable.

“I would much rather see Rîleth, she has been wonderful with caring for my company,” Y/N murmured softly, her eyes not leaving his. Thranduil watched her for a moment but didn’t question her choice. “Ethirdaer!” he raised his voice slightly so their guards would hear. Almost instantly, her husband’s guard entered their tent and bowed respectfully. “My lord, my lady,” the veteran guard addressed them.

“Send for Rîleth with all haste,” Thranduil ordered. With a quick nod of his head, the elven guard left their tent.

“Thank you,” Y/N said gratefully after Thranduil had helped her out of the rest of her armour, leaving her in her tunic and wool breeches. “I do not understand what is taking them so long,” he grumbled under his breath as he helped Y/N take a seat on his armchair. Her pain had subsided some but not enough to allow her to move freely and without discomfort. Thranduil would easily take notice of her hurt even despite her best efforts to hide it.

“Plenty of our people need tending, my love, we must be patient,” Y/N reminded him softly. She knew he was feeling restless and helpless because it was her who had been hurt, he really couldn’t stand the sight of his beloved in pain and discomfort. The absence of his reply told her he knew she was right. We are selfless, our people come first, remember that always.

“I must confess, sometimes I forget how selfless your heart is, my queen,” he whispered as he got down on his knee before her, taking both her hands in his, “But I refuse to let it take you from me,” he mumbled quietly against her skin before planting a tender kiss on her knuckles.

“There isn’t a force strong or powerful enough in this realm, to take me away from you,” Y/N reassured her husband. “We are not invincible, meleth, I will not have you perish defending this accursed land,” when he lifted his head to find her face, his expression was somber, his fear of losing her plain in his eyes. “What is this talk, my king?” Y/N asked, pulling her right hand from his she placed it on the side of his head, her fingers moving into his silken hair, “Was it not you who once claimed you pitied our enemy, for they had to fend off my swords?” “Your skill is unmatched, my queen, much like your accomplishments as the general of our armies,” he began slowly, leaning into her touch, “yet none of it should come at the price of your life.” Y/N was certain they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all had she not been wounded. It had been the first time her husband had seen her fall victim to injury, making him now ponder his fears out loud. She fought the urge to say that for as long as they ruled together, they would go to war together as well, for they were equals in all aspects. “I understand your fears, aran nîn, for I have my own of losing you,” she whispered tenderly as her fingers continued playing with Thranduil’s long strands of golden hair. “Should I come to suffer the day where I lost you, my heart would go with you, leaving but an empty shell and aching soul to walk this world without you,” Thranduil’s eyes closed at her words, as if they pained him somehow. “Then your heart must be a mirror of mine,” his words were barely audible, the tone of their conversation growing heavier still yet they had to accept it for what it was – the sincere truth. They had been husband and wife for centuries, it wasn’t long by any Elvish standards, yet their love for each other had grown during their time together. There were no more words left to say now, they had voiced their fears along with their ever-growing love for each other. Despite the screaming protests of her wounded insides, Y/N leaned down to find Thranduil’s lips in a gentle kiss which sent a soothing current throughout her entire body. Her discomfort eased significantly as their kiss began to grow, bringing to surface their need for each other, reminding them of how long they had been apart and denied each other’s touch. Unfortunately, their private moment was interrupted by Rîleth’s polite clearing of her throat. “My lord, my lady,” she greeted them with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her delicate lips.

Neither Y/N nor Rîleth had missed the annoyed glance that Thranduil had quickly shot at the healer upon her arrival. Once the king of the Woodland realm remembered why he had sent for Rîleth in the first place, his expression softened, and he offered the healer a respectful nod of his head. The elf healer had only shaken her head in mild amusement before turning her attention to her queen. “My lady, how may I be of service?” Rîleth asked tentatively, her green eyes quickly going to Thranduil before finding Y/N’s again, a questioning look on her features. Y/N knew instantly what the healer meant and gave a very subtle shake of her head. “Perhaps before we begin, if it would please my lord, could we have the room to ourselves?” Rîleth’s sudden question caused the king to raise his dark eyebrows in question. “I beg your pardon?” his demeanour changed instantly, he almost looked insulted by her question. Y/N suspected that the healer’s request had seemed absurd to him, if not downright disrespectful. “I will not be dismissed as some-,” the king began, his voice growing icier with every word until the queen interrupted him, her words bringing his attention to her. “Aran nîn, she is not trying to dismiss you,” Y/N started slowly, careful to hide the true intentions of Rîleth requesting to be left alone with her, “I promised her advice on certain matters of the heart regarding one of your guards, I’m sure you understand,” she finished with a smile, her eyes going to the healer who thankfully understood what Y/N was doing, and gave a shy nod. “Matters of the…,” Thranduil mumbled before clearing his throat and straightening himself out.

“Of course,” he nodded before taking Y/N’s hand in his and kissing the top of it. “I will give you your privacy while I go check on our supper,” the queen offered her husband a grateful smile before he turned to leave them to their matters of the heart. ㅤ

“Forgive me, I couldn’t think of anything else,” Y/N went to apologise as soon as she was sure Thranduil was out of earshot. Rîleth shook her head in amusement as she approached the queen. “Do not worry, it is unlikely that the king will remember any of this once you bestow your greatest gift on him,” the healer’s voice was gentle and mildly soothing. Even her mere presence carried a certain calm with it. Y/N’s eyes went to her stomach before finding Rîleth’s again in a questioning manner. “And is there still a gift to bestow?” her words were a whisper, it was difficult for her to voice her question, and more difficult still to await its answer. The smile on the healer’s face turned upside down as she quickly got on her knees before her queen, her hands going to Y/N’s belly. “Did something happen?” Rîleth whispered as her hands began feeling the queen’s stomach. “I took a tumble and got crushed by the dead weight of a warg,” Y/N explained to the healer while she continued to examine her.

“Henion,” Rîleth nodded thoughtfully as her hands proceeded to work. Y/N was watching the healer elf, anxiously awaiting the final verdict on her gift to Thranduil. The queen had decided to have an elfling shortly before they had been called upon to defend Middle-Earth, and there had been no suitable time to tell her husband that he was going to be a father at last. They had been so taken with each other at first, Thranduil and her, that they had agreed to wait with forming a family. It was only rather recently that they both had talked about how wonderful it would be to have a young one running around and about their kingdom. Y/N grimaced in pain as Rîleth’s fingers came too close to her ribcage, disturbing her broken bones, making her instantly wish she had waited even longer. I couldn’t have known, she thought to herself, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. “I am sorry, rîan nîn,” Rîleth sounded apologetic as her fingers immediately withdrew from Y/N’s belly, “May I have a listen?” she asked the queen quietly, to which Y/N gave an affirmative nod before closing her eyes. Soon she would receive either the greatest news of her entire life, or the most devastating. The queen held her breath as Rîleth lifted her tunic and pressed her ear to her stomach. Hot tears were paving her cheeks as she continuously prayed to the Valar that her little elfling was unhurt. She could not tell how long the healer was listening to her stomach, her expert hearing waiting to hear any signs of life. At last, she could feel Rîleth lift her head, opening her eyes again, Y/N saw that the healer was smiling brightly. “Your little one is alright, my lady,” the healers words made the queen release a relieved gasp which soon turned into outright sobs. Each new sob brought with it a wave of pain from her broken bones, but Y/N did not care, her little elfling was unharmed and well. Her hands went to her belly, stroking it gently while tears fell from her cheeks. She thanked the Valar that they had heard and granted her prayers, vowing to tell her husband as soon as he returned. ㅤ

When Thranduil returned, he found his queen freshly bathed and her wounds tended. Y/N was comfortably bundled up in her evening robes as she sat in her chair waiting for her husband.

“How do you feel, my beloved?” he went to her at once, his eyes casting an examining glance over her frame. Y/N set down the cup of herbal draught Rîleth had made for her pain on the wooden table next to her chair, and slowly got up on her feet. “Much better, meleth nîn,” she assured her husband as she moved to embrace him. His arms went around her, and he gently pulled her closer to his chest, still mindful of the injuries she bore. Y/N went to rest her head in the crook of Thranduil’s neck, breathing him in she closed her eyes. He smelled like home, like the vast and lush forest which was their kingdom, he smelled of fresh wood and wildflowers. “I am relieved to hear that,” he murmured into her hair before moving to rest his head on top of hers. Y/N stayed in her husband’s embrace, relishing being able to be close to him at last after months of being separated by this cursed war.

“There is something I have been meaning to tell you,” the queen spoke softly as she broke their embrace. Thranduil’s face still bore the signs of being relieved at his beloved feeling better when her eyes caught his pale ones.

“Oh?” his fingers went to move up and the down the lengths of her arms while he waited for Y/N to share her wonderful news with him.

“Do you recall questioning the purpose of defending this, as you so eloquently had put, accursed land?” she asked him with a tilted head, raising her eyebrow she watched the king grow thoughtful. “Yes, go on,” Thranduil nodded after a moment.

“As luck would have it, I am about to provide you with one,” Y/N cast her eyes down to her belly before finding his eyes again, a warm and loving smile lifting the corners of her lips. Thranduil glanced to her stomach as well before his eyes found hers again. His eyebrows were slowly furrowing in confusion until finally realisation hit him, and his eyes grew wider. “Are you-?” Thranduil’s eyes went to her belly once again where they lingered for a moment. He was perfectly still, it seemed he was even holding his breath, his pale eyes intently focused on her stomach. “Yes, meleth nîn,” her words made his eyes find hers again. Watching her husband’s features melt and mould into a singular expression of pure joy, made her heart fill with so much warmth and happiness, she feared she might just burst. When Thranduil smiled, it reached his eyes, making them sparkle with delight. He swiftly closed the space between them, his hands going to cup Y/N’s face. He pressed his lips to her forehead in a quick kiss before moving to plant a tender kiss on both of her cheeks and lips. “When?” his excited state was making him appear to be out of breath, his chest was rising and falling more rapidly now. “Shortly before we marched, if I had known-,” she wanted to tell him that she would have waited, that she would not have risked it while they were off at war, but Thranduil cut her off. “Shh, my darling, none of it matters now,” he reassured her before planting another soft kiss on Y/N’s lips, “All that matters is the life you carry inside of you,” he murmured before he moved his hands and carefully placed his palms to rest on her stomach. The queen smiled warmly at the sight of her husband’s glee, there wasn’t a single worry on his features, the dreary clouds had vanished from his bright eyes, and they finally shined with hope. “I’m to become a father, a dream I dared not dream while forced to endure this inferno of flames and death,” he whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers, his palms remaining where they were, on her belly which carried his child.

“Are you pleased, my husband?” Y/N asked quietly, her hand going to Thranduil’s cheek. “Pleased?” he breathed out before chuckling lowly under his breath, “Darling, this is the greatest gift you could have ever bestowed upon me,” he whispered in a state that was near euphoric. Y/N felt tears of happiness building at the corners of her eyes, tears of utmost joy and overwhelming glee were taking control of her body and spirit. She almost felt guilty of being this happy when there was so much death and destruction around them. But to see her king be besides himself with joy shoved her guilt aside and made way for more delight, it meant the world to her to witness his spirits be lifted.

Y/N watched as Thranduil got on his knees before her and carefully, as if not to hurt her or the elfling inside her, pressed his face to her belly. The queen’s hands went to rest on his shoulders as her king kissed the fabric of her robes where her stomach was. “My little leaf, it’s your ada,” Thranduil’s voice broke half-way, the king being overwhelmed with the emotion of this intimate moment. When he glanced up at his wife, there were tears in his blue-hazel eyes. “I ant lîn vîr vin faer nîn,” he whispered to Y/N as a single tear was making its way down his pale cheek.

“Gi melin,” the queen murmured lovingly making the smile on Thranduil’s face grow even wider. “I love you too, my wife,” he breathed out as he quickly got back up on his feet, his palms going to cup her face once more as his lips met hers with passion so fierce and fiery it could set their entire kingdom ablaze.

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Glossary:

Mellonen – my friend

Hiril nîn – my lady

Lau – No (no indeed not, on the contrary)

Leithio i phillin – release your arrows

Aran nîn – my king

Meleth nîn – my love

Henion – I understand

Rîan nîn – my queen (rîan – queen/crowned lady)

Ada – father (dad)

I ant lîn vîr vin faer nîn – I shall treasure your gift in my heart/ your gift is a treasure to my soul

Gi melin – I love you (informal)

#thranduil #thranduil oropherion #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #thranduil x you #the hobbit au #tolkienverse #the king of mirkwood #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil imagine #tolkien writing challenge #king thranduil #thranduil fic #tolkien

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7soulstars · 2 years ago

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Masterlist (of all my fics)

A/N: Hey guys! As requested by many I have finally made a masterlist of all my fics! I hope this makes it easier to navigate!

Avengers

Fics

Little Things Lead to Exchanged Rings - Loki

Мой целитель - Bucky Barnes

Sweet Night - Bucky Barnes

Euphoria - Avengers

Alate - Avengers

Headcannons

Bucky Barnes with a Smaller and Shorter S/O HC

With an S/O who can Perform Magic - Loki

The Hobbit / The Lord Of The Rings

Fics

On Everlasting Adventures with You - Legolas

Taur-o Thilivern Lie - Legolas

In Sickness and Health - Haldir

Lóth Rí An I Rís - Aragorn

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal - Thranduil

Vespertine - Thranduil

Nauth- i Aiwenor - Thranduil

Headcannons

With an S/O who can Perform Magic - Thranduil

Sherlock BBC

Headcannons

Sherlock with a Deaf S/O HC

Part 1 Part 2

Johnny Depp

Fics

Hades and Persephone - Johnny Depp

Emerging of Kalon - Johnny Depp

I Wanna Be Yours - Johnny Depp

A Good Father - Dad!Johnny Depp

Headcannons

Johnny’s S/O with an Eating Disorder HC

A First Date with Johnny Depp HC

Johnny’s Younger S/O being Pregnant HC

I will update the masterlist every time I write a new fic/hc. I hope this makes it easier for you!

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years ago

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"Treat" for Elrond, please? 🥺👉👈

Sure thing! How about Elrond and children?

The life of an elf may be everlasting, but youth was truly fleeting. Elrond had few memories of his own children in their pre-adolescent state if only because he had a handful of decades with them as so compared to the centuries he’s spent with them as adults. Which has indeed been an honor and a privilege to know them as individuals in control of their own minds and bodies. After all, why glorify the journey to self-discovery when the end result is beautiful in its fruition?

He just sometimes forgets this is not an opinion shared by the mortals around him. They see the start of life as something pure and invigorating, and upon occasion choose to press their joy upon him. As if his many years upon this earth make him an ideal minder, and when dealing with royal mortals, it’s an unnecessary headache if he does manage to offend. Which is how he found himself in a staring match with the dwarvish child in his arms.

The little prince tilted his head, gurgling something as his chubby fingers reached out for something he could not reach.

“And what is he trying to communicate with me?” Elrond asked, not taking his eyes from the curious child.

Thror smirked as he relieved Elrond of his burden.

“He’s a baby, Master Elf. He’s just making noise.”

Elrond cocked an eyebrow which had the young Prince Thrain squealing, his face stretched into a smile. Something about his stand-off had his father barking in laughter.

“Your face looks as if you plan to be facing orcs and wargs any moment.”

“Forgive me.” Elrond bowed his head. “It’s been…awhile since I’ve interacted with someone so young.”

“Aye, I figured. You should have been here last week. Thrain latched onto a handful of Thranduil’s hair, and the poncy git looked as if he were trying to decipher if the attack was intentional.”

Elrond had to hide a smirk behind his fist in order to save face. Thranduil had a long memory after all, and he would hate for it to get back to the self-proclaimed “King of the Woodland Realm”. Seeing the twinkle in Thror’s bright blue eyes though, he could tell he wasn’t successful. The father set to tickling his son under his hairless chin which had Thrain screaming in glee and latching onto one of the large rings to decorate the king’s finger.

“You know, my advisors think me mad already. ‘Introduce your son to the elves? What good could come from trusting those…’ and you’ll have to forgive me, they used some rather creative insults at this point.”

“Of course.” Elrond mused in a dry tone.

“But, I remember what my father said, Mahal rest his soul, about good friends. We’re not close enough to be ‘good friends’, I’m unfortunately stuck with Thranduil on that front. But I have heard of the impartiality of the Lord of Imladris. I hope that perhaps that means we can be good…acquaintances.”

Elrond hesitated. He’s thrown his loyalty, his friendship, to so many mortals over the years only for it to backfire. There is a reason Rivendell served as a Sanctuary and not a Kingdom. However, looking at the care Thror used attending to his son, it brought a smile to his face.

“Should Erebor need help, they need only turn to the Last Homely House.”

Trick or treat my inbox.

#sunny's treats #the hobbit #elrond #thror #i got to thinking about elrond's line of knowing thror and went off on a tangent #pre thror's madness which makes this kind of bitter I know 😭#let's just call it a salty treat...

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doodle-pops · 2 years ago

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Imagine Caranthir's twin sister being married to Glorfindel and their daughter is Legolas's mother:

When the Fellowship was about to depart from Rivendell she gave them parting gifts but she doesn't know what to give Gimli.

"I want nothing milady, except to look upon the Lady of the Golden Flower one last time, for her will is unbreakable, her wisdom everlasting, and her zylvum* is as strong as mithril" but before he could leave he shyly asked if he could have one strand of her bright silver hair. She gave him three strands and three pearls* instead before bidding the fellowship goodbye.

During the journey, everyone except for Aragorn asked Legolas about the significance of the pearls to his grandmother and he told them that his grandfather, Glorfindel, gifted her a necklace made of pearls not telling the real reason.

Zylvum means soul Pearls are her favorite cause her father made a circlet with pearls in it to compliment her silver hair and grey eyes. Glorfindel also gifted her a necklace made of pearls when they were courting

💖 anon

Legolas being related to the House of Feanor😮

Legolas being Glorfindel's grandson😦

Thranduil marrying someone from the House of Feanor😳

Thranduil being Glorfindel's son-in-law😲

So many things are happening and my brain is trying to compute. 🤯 Imagine if they all had a family reunion with the Feanorians.

#feanor's daughter #glorfindel #this was interesting #and intense #💖 anon #y/n imagines #doodlepops responds

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Thranduil and Josie Part 47- Heart of Stone

A million lights are dancing and there you are, a shooting star. An everlasting world and you're here with me, eternally.

3 days had passed since the renewal of yours and Thranduil's vows and you both could not be happier. Things have been peaceful, but then again, you couldn't go outside the halls because of the vampire threat. You didn't mind one bit though, being secluded with the man of your dreams. Thranduil had told you about sending his company to hunt Garrett and Kate down, but Feren informed him that both vampires were not on Devil's Island and their whereabouts were unknown, which bothered you. As pissed as you were at Haldir, you still cared about him and worried that Garrett would come for the pendant. But for some reason, you felt Garrett was more fixated on you for the time being.

To make you feel better, Thranduil would take you up to the top of the halls at night, where you both would sit overlooking the ocean and could see the night sky, hoping to see another shooting star. It was the third night as you sat beside him up there with your head laying on his shoulder and his arm around your waist, staring up into the starry sky. "Are you sure I am not boring you to death with this Thranduil?" you asked as you lifted your head off his shoulder to look at his mesmerizing face.

"Silly sweet girl of mine, you could never bore me. I cannot get enough of you." he softly said as he turned his head down to yours and kissed your nose. You smiled. Oh how he made you smile. "Thranduil." you giddily said.

You began to slowly doze off but before your eyelids could close, you saw it. A shooting star. You jumped up.

"Thranduil look!!!" you said and laughed. He stood up beside you smiling at your enthusiasm. "Make a wish my love, quickly!" You said as you wished for Garrett and Kate to go away and never return. Thranduil heard your wish and held you tight.

"It will happen my love, if you believe. In magic." he grinned.

You giggled. "Of course I believe in it, I literally live in a fairy tale world. Now who's silly?" you said. Thranduil chuckled and playfully tickled you. You grabbed his face and planted a long deep kiss on his lips. You then asked "What did you wish for? I could not hear yours. That's not fair." you pouted jokingly.

He joked back. "Is it not said that if you tell your wish, it will not come true?"

"That is in the human realm. You are such a cheater Yandere Thranduil!." you snarked while laughing and tried to walk away. He yanked you right back against him and delved his mouth over yours.

You came up for air and he said "I will tell you if it ever comes true."

"If? Since when are you a skeptic?"

"Since the day I wished on a star at "moonlight" in Rivendell as a young elf. It took that long for you to come true. A thousand years I waited for you."

His special place that he took you to is what he spoke of. What a magical 2 weeks that was. "Well, I have waited my entire existence for you as well, even of it was only 24 years. All along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me."

"Indeed it has, but I can say that I have literally loved you for a thousand years. And I will love for a thousand more." he grinned cunningly.

"You are cheating again!" you said as you laughed and ran off. He caught you and swooped you up from behind, swirling you around as you squealed with joy. "Whoa...Thranduil stop. Please."

"What is it my love? Did I hurt you?? Thranduil asked in a panic.

"No baby...I...I just suddenly feel sick. I think you spun me around too much." you snickered. "I think I am ready for bed. I feel kinda strange."

Now Thranduil was even more concerned. "Strange? Is it Garrett??"

"No..I do not feel him at all right now. I don't know how to explain it. I just feel....different?"

"I think I know what it is my love. The high altitude, the wine, and me spinning you around like that did not help. Come on, I will carry you back to our room." he lovingly said and picked you up. By the time he got you back to bed, you had fallen asleep in his magical comforting hold. He laid you on the bed gently and wriggled your dress off of you, then undressed himself and covered you up, slipping under the covers behind you and wrapping his arms around you tight as he fell asleep.

Hours passed into the witching hours of 3am and Thranduil awoke to find you not beside him. "Josephine!" he called out to you in a panic only to hear nothing but silence. He flew out of bed, and alerted Legolas to search the halls as he dressed. Thranduil immediately went out into the gardens since it was one of your favorite go to places and you had been feeling confined. He had his sword drawn as he paced through the dark. There was no sign of you there so he continued on around the hall's perimeters. He called to you in his mind but heard nothing. His heart began racing in fear that Garrett had found you. He came around a corner and there you were standing on the stairs behind the balcony you and he had renewed your vows on. You were holding a lantern and staring out into the loud waterfall, so you did not hear him approach. He lowered his sword in relief but was now pissed off.

"Josephine." Thranduil sternly said.

You jumped and spun around, almost falling down the stairs, but he caught you. "Thranduil..." you gasped. "I..."

"What in the hell are you doing out here!" he barked. "Are you trying to make it easy for Garrett to reclaim you??"

"No, of course not. I...I just couldn't sleep, I...I had another bad dream and just wanted some air, I wasn't feeling good. I'm sorry Thranduil, I didn't mean to scare you. You were sound asleep, I didn't want to wake you."

"Wake me is exactly what you do! Instead of letting me awake , terrified and thinking the worst because you are gone and not answering my calls!" he fumed and sheathed his sword in a huff. He walked down the stairs and turned away from you. You stood where you were, wanting to go to him but he was very visibly upset. Then he spoke quietly with his back still facing you as he turned his head slightly to the side. "Do you have any idea what that did to me?"

His softened sad tone made you go to him. You put your hand on his arm and got him to turn to you. He was so hurt.

"Thranduil, baby I am soooo sorry. You are right. I should have woke you up instead of doing something insanely stupid. I guess I was just so upset over my dream and...I have put you through so much already. Everything has been so perfect, I didn't want to take that away from you with my mess."

"Our mess Josephine. For better or for worse." he said in a pained voice and turned away again.

You now felt like total shit. You threw your arms around his waist from behind and squeezed him tight. "You are so right my love. It is you and I, together against the world. I did not mean to hurt you sweetheart, not ever. I love you truly, madly and deeply. Please...forgive me. I will never scare you like this again." you sobbed against his back.

He laid his hands over yours that were clenched over his stomach. "Of course I forgive you my lady." he whispered and then turned around and took your wet face in his hands. "I know the pain all too well of of losing you more than once. I cannot bare it again."

You then hugged him so tight. He pulled back and kissed you so lovingly, then bent down, put his arm under you legs and picked you up, carrying you back inside as you as you wrapped your arms around his neck securely and snuggled your face into his neck.

The dreams just wouldn't let you rest. It's the one thing you hated about your magical capabilities because they either made sense or they didn't, and most came true in some form. Later that morning, you gasped awake. "Thranduil!" you screamed. He jumped right up and took you in his arms. You clung to him like a baby koala bear does to it's mother. "I..I can't take this anymore!" you cried into his neck.

Thranduil hurt for you so bad. "I am right here my love. Shhhhh." he whispered into your ear as he held your head tight against him with one hand and the other gripping your back. "Do you want to talk about it? You were screaming for me."

You fastly shook your head as you whimpered. He gently wiped your tears as his eyes darted all over your face, searching for your thoughts but you didn't want him to hear these. Not this dream. The same dream you had earlier. "I...I don't feel well." you gasped and ran to the washroom. Thranduil was right behind you, holding your hair back, like he always did if you were getting sick. This was bad, you couldn't stop throwing up to where it became dry heaves. Thranduil was in misery for you and placed his hand on your back, trying to heal whatever was making you sick. The warm glow arose under his hand and you slowly sat up. "I..I feel better." you said puzzled. "You? You did it?"

"Of course I did, I would do anything to keep you from hurting in any way. Josephine....talk to me. Tell me of your dreams so I can help determine what is happening. Please. Trust me my love..." he said while rubbing the back of his hand so tenderly down your cheek. He truly knew how to get his way with you.

You got up and went back to the bed and he followed. "It was.....Kate. I...I saw..." you stopped and closed your eyes at the horrifying visions you were remembering. "I saw you with her. I don't know how because she cannot access my dreams. My shield keeps her out so how did she do this? I can't unsee it Thranduil, what she was doing to you..." you said beginning to weep. "That's why I was so upset and needed to get air. I could not wake you and tell you of that. I just couldn't." You now began to sob.

Thranduil now understood and felt so horrible. His heart ached for you. "It is not her doing it. It is Garrett. He is sending you her memories to make you weakened and to destroy your love for me."

"What? Never! Nothing has ever been able to do that and nothing ever will. Is...is that what is making me sick again??"

"I believe it is. With his blood in you and his constant mind games, it is doing just that...weakening you. It is what he wants so you will give into him since he cannot get to you physically."

You began to tremble. "Thranduil...I'm so scared. What if he is eventually able to overpower me fully. What if I won't be able to fight him at all? In the last dream I had of him, he told me he was inside of me and always would be. Before he had took me back to that dreadful island, I had found myself on the beach with no idea how I got there, and I couldn't move. He was controlling me to stay there so he could come and take me. What if he does it again!!?" you said and broke down in tears.

"Shhhhh. That is why it is imperative that you remain by my side at all times. My company is still searching for him and will destroy him and Kate when they are found. Until then, you cannot go outside again."

Tauriel came down. "My Lord. I am sorry to disturb you but you have not been answering my requests to speak with you. A messenger is here with a package and you are needed to approve of it. Legolas is with him now at the front gates."

"I will be back soon my love. Tauriel will stay with you." He said with a smile and kissed your lips. "I love you."

"I love you my King. Please hurry back." you said with a sniffle.

"Father...I have been calling to you and you do not answer. Is everything all right since you found Josie?" Legolas asked Thranduil as he arrived at the doors.

"Yes. For now. What is this package I was called here for? You have the authority to accept these." Thranduil asked as he saw the messenger was an elf of Lorien.

"Because it is from Haldir...for Josie. I could not accept it without your knowledge and permission."

Thranduil's face turned into a scowl as he jerked it from the elf's hand mumbling some foul elvish language to him and walked up to his throne platform with it.

It was no bigger than his hand. "He never knows when to quit does he." Thranduil sneered as his nose flared.

"What are you going to do with it? Are you going to give it to her?" Legolas asked.

"She needs nothing from him. I will handle this. You may go." Thranduil said as he stared at the small box. He walked up the stairs to his seat and sat down, glaring at the package contemplating on what to do with it. Throw it out is what he truly wanted to do but his curiosity got the better of him, wanting to know what Haldir was sending his wife. He did the unthinkable and opened it. A soft light arose as he opened the box. Inside laid a a dreamcatcher made of gold and attached to it were white gems with a large moonstone that glowed of starlight. It certainly must have cost a small fortune.

He then noticed a small piece of paper and unfolded it.

Thranduil was immediately enraged and crumpled the paper slowly in his fist. He shoved it back in the box, closed it and threw it under his throne where it would certainly never be found.

In the meantime, you sat with Tauriel briefing her on what is happening. You cried and she took your hand to comfort you. She suddenly gasped and stood up, letting go of your hand and staring at you with wide eyes. Thranduil walked in simultaneously and heard Tauriel's thoughts causing him to drop the wine glass he was carrying. You jumped at the sound of the glass shattering on the floor.

You stood up so fast and stared at him. "Thranduil...what is wrong??"

He stood there speechless, completely frozen.

You looked at Tauriel for answers since Thranduil seemed disoriented. She smiled so big and came over to you. "Josie....I cannot believe it...you are....with child." She whispered loudly.

You stared at her and then at Thranduil, who was still immobile and mute. "That's impossible Tauriel? Remember, I told you, after all Peter had done to me, I cannot conceive. At...at least I believed that after he had his way with me every single day for months in that cabin and I never became pregnant. You have got to be mistaken??"

She placed her hand on your stomach while staring at it, then she sprung her head up to you. "No...I am not. There is life inside of you. A heartbeat. Do not ask me how I know...I just....know." she smiled. "That would explain your sudden onset of sickness. Remember, I told you that an elf embryo will make itself known in a matter of days and there would be no mistaking it?"

"Or a vampire's." Thranduil finally spoke with a horrid look on his face. You gasped at his words.

"W...what??? Thranduil, that's impossible! If Tauriel is right then there is no doubt in the world it is your child?? We have...you know...the past 3 days and...even just before that when I brought you back from Devil's Island."

"And just days before that, Garrett had his way with you."

"Thranduil stop it!! It is not even possible, he's a vampire!! How could you even think this?? Tauriel said there's a heartbeat!" you said as you began to feel sickened by his remarks.

"Oh but it is possible. Your dream...he told you he was inside of you. And the bats in your dream, swarming to you, eating at your dress....as a baby would feed off of it's mother."

You began to shake uncontrollably. "Thranduil....you stop this right now, you are terrifying me. That cannot be true???"

"Did Haldir mention that Craven's human partner was pregnant when she was killed?" Thranduil boldly said.

"No?? But Haldir also told me that his own father had relations with her to get that pendant! Thranduil why are you doing this??" you sobbed. All you could think of now was what he told you about Garrett and your dream. "Tauriel?? Tell me he is wrong??"

"I...I cannot Josie. I am sorry. There is only one person that would know...one who has had many dealings with the vampires." She said and looked down in fear of Thranduil's reaction.

"Haldir...." you whispered.

"How many times does his name need to be spoken?? Thranduil sarcastically said with a scowl on his face.

"Thranduil...Tauriel is right. No one will know but him....or...." you gasped..."Galadriel. Thranduil...we need to go to Caras Galadhon. She can tell me and...the fountain...I never watched all of my fate. It will show me."

"We need to do nothing. Galadriel concealed my son's death charade and I think you know I want no dealings with Haldir! I have had enough." he snapped and began to walk out.

You ran to him and grabbed his arm. "Thranduil! Please! I...I could be carrying your child! Do you not even care?? You told me the one time we thought I could be pregnant, but was not, that you had hoped for it to have been true. Did you not mean it?? You told me to trust you.. ...Our mess, for better or for worse...." you cried while clinging to him.

"It is not my child. The tell tale signs show me that. It is an abomination." he scowled, yanking free of your hold and stormed up the stairs.

You dropped to your knees and began to hyperventilate. You were in pure shock and distress from his reaction...and his ice cold words.

Tauriel ran to you and knelt down. "Tauriel?? What am I going to do?? I...I cannot leave here or Garrett will come for me. How could Thranduil be so heartless to me after everything??? I need him!!" You were gasping excessively and crying so hard. It all became too much on you physically and you passed out.

"Thranduil!!!" Tauriel screamed......Legolas had heard his wife's despair and came running in, passing his vengeful father on the stone stairs. "Help me...help me get her into bed." she said in desperation.

Legolas picked you up and carried you to the bed. "I heard my father's thoughts. What in the hell happened? Is it true? Is Josie with child?"

"I am certain of it." Tauriel told him. "But the King thinks...."

"Yes, I know. I heard that part also." Legolas said in utter disbelief. "Do you think it could be?" he hesitantly asked.

"I do not know. Legolas...you must go to Haldir and find out what he knows about such a thing. And Galadriel also. I will stay and tend to Josie."

"If I do that, Haldir will insist on coming back here and my father will kill him."

"That is a risk that will need to be taken. She needs our help as the King is clearly out of his mind right now. If she is indeed carrying a vampire's offspring, we know nothing of what it will do to her."

Legolas knew she was right. He kissed his love and went for his horse.

Thranduil raged all around the caverns until he arrived back at the enormous stone circular platform that sat in front of his throne. He went to the wine table and drank straight from the bottle, almost downing all of it, until something caught his eye. The small hourglass filled with red sand that he had retrieved from Rivendell when he was there with you. The same hourglass he had cursed Haldir with. He slowly put down the wine bottle and picked up the hourglass. A sinister look arose upon his face as his hand began to shake. His lips were bound tight together, his eyes wide with angst and his nose flared as he breathed like a mad bull. The darkness was consuming him, shadowing all good that was left in his his heart as he flipped the hourglass over, squeezing it so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he thought of Haldir, whom he solely blamed for all of this. Ominous words came out through his clenched teeth. "What was brought down upon me be returned but times three. Head to toe, skin and nerve. May you get exactly what you deserve Haldir of Lorien."

All of his promises to you now meant nothing to him. His vow of changing for the better....nothing. The consequences of his actions...also nothing. For his anger, hate and desire of vengeance claimed his soul. Thranduil of Mirkwood didn't exist anymore, for that part of him died this day. The King of wood and stone, was now simply just a heart of stone.......

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suresha · 2 years ago

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THRANDUIL AS THE SOLAR SYSTEM

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SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura (4.5/11)

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement (8.5/11)

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips (6.5/11)

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains (7.5/11)

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands (5/11)

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue (3/10)

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies (3/11)

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just.. way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing ( -/11)

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke (1/11)

NEPTUNE • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions �� deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song (1.5/11)

PLUTO • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth (1/11)

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idjitlili · 4 years ago

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Legolas x reader

I am so tired I stayed up till 5 am last night reading so sorry if this shit. It is shit, Idont know what happened

Imagine somehow being teleported into Tolkien’s ,the hobbit, and you end up meeting legolas and Thranduil. In which you insult thranduil, Thorin is sorta your daddy.

You have been travelling with the company since the trolls tried to eat everyone. You had quite literally came out of a floating , flame coloured line. Only to walk into the tree. A troll had picked you up and attempted to eat you as-well , but you really didn’t care, as you was focusing how your head hurt from the tree.

After explaining your situation to Gandalf , which he ended up believing that you weren’t from here, due to your clothing, and strange sayings. Plus the evidence that all the dwarves and a Hobbit had seen you magically appear.

Thorin didn’t like having a teenage girl , with barely any self defence skills , to come with on their adventure, mission, thing. Yet he felt like he had to protect you from harm, surprisingly since you saw how he treated Bilbo. Uh basically he’s your dad.

The first night with the company , they had all offered you blankets , food (lucky Bombur makes a lot.) , the princes had given you some of their extra tunics. Which they had a lot because dwarves likes to wear layers. Too bad they weren’t green.

Dori acted like a mother to you , he would make sure you ate , and even got Ori to make you knitted goods. The dwarves thought you you would freeze to death , as dwarves didn’t get as cold as humans. Something to do with their build or something, you recall Balin telling you.

You became quick friends with Bilbo, he was interested in where you were from, and what it was like there.

Kili and fili teased you for your weird obsession with potatoes, as you mostly ate them, and you even had gone far enough to make a potato ring. (I actually did)

Now you and the company are In Mirkwood forest , unaware to what is going to strike, soon.

Kili and fili ,stood either side of you in a protective manner. For hours the company had been walking through Mirkwood, Thorin denying any assumptions that they were lost.

You grunt , at the blisters that are forming on your feet , that are sweating in your trainers.

“My legs hurt.” You moan , quietly dragging out hurt.

Kili scoffs at you , “your legs are longer , imagine how mine feel.”

You look at Bilbo who is lagging behind,

“Well you can’t say anything , Bilbos legs are as long as my dick.”

“OI y/n, i dont have no legs.”

“I never said that , my dick is hugeeeeee.”

“You don’t have a dick .” Bofur responds loudly , with annoyed tone.

“How would you know if she had a dick. You haven’t seen it.” Kili responds sending you a wink.

“Yeah thank you , my dick is in my head.”

“How would it fit though?” Fili inquires , with a confused facial expression.

“I meant my personality you jensen Ackles , and John travolta blend!” You reply smirking to yourself .’Boom roasted’ not that he would get the joke.

Unknown the rest of the company Bilbo had climbed up a tree to look for a way out of mirkwood. The air felt limited in the poisoned forest , you felt chills go up your back, shivering slightly.

“Thorin...” you speak slowly, as you spot a eight legged spider, approach in the distance. It was bigger than a sheep, teeth like knives, beads for eyes.

Thorin grabs you and makes sure you are behind him, before you know it , all the dwarves plus you are surrounded. You unarmed, stay close with thorin , so you don’t die.

Suddenly the spiders are everything, no escape, the spiders are travelling down by webs and pulling up the dwarves , who don’t see it coming because they are too busy fighting the ones on the ground. When they are pulled up , they are wrapped into a webbed cocoon.

Thorin grabs a hold of you and pulls you into his jacket , then you are both slung up into the air, you become dizzy from being wrapped up in the webbing. Then you and thorin are in just stuck. For what it seems like forever.

Until , you feel yourself falling down slowly from the trees, the cocoon is ripped open by thorin. You get up looking around there are several, other cocoons with dwarves crawling out of them. You look around to see there are still spiders everywhere, you look to the floor and see thorins swords , picking up quickly you pass it to him. he nods with appreciation and passes you a dagger.

I guess you have no chance but try to help , otherwise the others will die because you were too scared to take a chance.

‘You miss 100% the shots you don’t take -Wayne Gretzky-Michael Scott -y/n l/n’

Before you can even look around for a target , you are rugby tackled to the ground, by a disgusting excuse of one of Morgan freeman’s creations.(I think he’s god uh)

You pull your arm out of its grasp, with your ,sorry thorins dagger in hand , before the poison from the spider can be injected. You stab it the face , its body goes stiff around you curling. You push it off gagging at its texture, you pull yourself off the floor only to be tackled again.

This time the dagger had been knocked out of your gasp , desperately you try to reach it buts in use, the creature pushes you down hard. You pull up your leg and kick as hard as you can, it lands on the left of you. You finally able to grab the dagger going to kill the spider, but someone beats you to it , FIring an arrow through its head.

You look up to see a blonde dude, why is he wearing leggings. Weirdo, your brother accidentally put your leggings on ,once and ripped the crotch how he didn’t notice

he doesn’t own leggings. I do not know.

Snapping you out of your thoughts , you are dragged up, dagger snatched out of your hand, and you are roughly pushed towards the group.

“Don’t you touch her again , or I’ll make sure your everlasting life does t last.” Thorin snaps at the ginger elf that had man handled you. What a bitch.

“Oh is this human your girlfriend?awwe.” The blond elf snickers at Thorin, kili and fili gag at the thought of their uncle being in a relationship.

“Uh princess , yeah you with the dance pants. Treat the king of erebor with a little respect. Assbutt.” You glare at the blond, who tended at your words. Haha loser.

“There is no king under the mountain not will there ever be.” He replies , scowling at you.

“Yes , there will be , princess.” He scoffs.

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The blonde elf that you soon discover his name is legolas ,and he is the kings sOn.

Bilbo was missing , aand the company were led to the woodland realm. You could only hope that he would find a way for us to escape.

You and Thorin were spilt from the other dwarves, we were brought to the king. He stuck a deal with Thorin who declined. This king was as dickhead , and narcissistic. Legolas is stood next to you just in case you tried anything .

“Take him alway, ill take to his girlfriend now.” The woodland king states to his guard smoothly.

You scoff.

“ I am literally 18, you perv.”

You feel his ice eyes , stare at you , judging , your whole life, your clothing.

“You are not from here are you,child?” He must of noticed your keanu reeves shirt.

“No”

“tell me why you travel with these dwarves.”

“Why, I like them.”

He scoffs “they are scum, pigs , thieves.” He growls at you , circling you.

“Oi princess , this is your daddy?” You ask legolas who refuses to meet your eye.

“ all I can say is, at least thorin actually loves me and he’s not even my real dad.” Thranduils jaw clenched so hard that he probably could bite your head off.

“We are NOT talking about my son we are talking a bout you.”

“ okay listen here you self obsessed prick, I don’t give a shit about what you want, so cut the shit and get to the point.”

“ I want you to get my the gems of starlight,Thorin won’t expect it from you, I’ll let you all go.”

You feel bad for legolas his dad is soulless, makes him do everything while , he sits on his throne , acting like Gaston.

“No, I am not doing that to my friends, If you wasnt such an asshole and helped Thorin when Azog attacked them he probably would’ve given them to you. But you didn’t. So you suck”

Thranduils faces fled with red , he was angry he whipped his head to towards you.

“Get her to her cell now, legolas.”

“Just saying who risks their own sons life on a forest that clearly can’t be saved,”

“My sons well being doesn’t concern you. Human.”

“You clearly haven’t got love with son. You need to get yourself a girl mat-“

you are interrupted by a slap in the face.

“Well that was a girly move, who slaps , go punch me instead.”

Legolas pulls you out of the rooms quickly, not allowing things to worsen, walking you towards the cells.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?”

He stops and looks at you,” because he will probably execute your friends.”

“Doubt it , he wants them gems , then he needs someone to kill the dragon.” You speak carefully walking down the stairs.

He hummed in response.

After you walked into your cell,you turned and smiled at him. You knew he wasn’t as mean as he portrayed himself as.

“Uh sorry for making fun of your trousers ,” you whispered so thorin didn’t hear , he would skin him.

He smiled lightly “sorry my Ada slapped you.”

“It was a bitch move not going to lie. “ you reach up to my face that still stung, You grin.

“I have no doubt you are going to escape.” He whispers.

“Yes sir. Stay safe princess,savvy?”

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“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” you let out , as the water in the river splashed you hard in the face.

“Why is this so fun, yet we are still being hunted.” You throw up arms like you are on a ride in a theme park, until an arrow flies at yodu and almost hits you.

You turn to see legolas , you wave to him. He just keeps running after you and the dwarves , saying our butts , see he was a good dude.

Because of you distracting legolas , he couldn’t see an orc going to hit Tauriel. She got punched square in the nose , falling into legolas , whodidn’t see it coming and fell in the water.

For elves being graceful, that wasn’t ,but fortunately he landing in the water right near you. You reach in the water and some how pull him up so he’s holding onto the barrel. You lean back so it doesn’t tip his way. Still does. He’s stuck in the water with you. You offer him a smile.

“How was your fall?” You ask him.

“Into the water ? Amazing.” He replies grunting.

‘No falling from heaven”

“Oh.” He blushes

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