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deadlymistletoe · 2 years ago

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An Execution

Pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader

Genre: Angst/comfort

Description: When you’re forced to witness an execution performed by the man you love, Legolas shields you from the sight, but Thranduil still has to reassure you later.

Warnings: Beheading (not graphic), mentions of assault.

Word count: 1148

The man leered at you from where he knelt in the middle of the ring of elves.

You took a breath, averting your gaze to somewhere over his soon-to-be-detached head and failed to notice the worried glance from the elf beside you.

Legolas glanced between you, the human who had his father so smitten, and said father. Truth be told, he didn’t think you should be here. Yes, according to the customs you had to be here, seeing as you were the one the man had attacked, but he could also see the faint tremor in your stance, and he hated that you had to see his father in a light you’d never had to see before.

His father was happy, more than he had been in years, because of you, and Legolas was terrified that this would scare you off once and for all, leaving his father heartbroken once again.

When you’d gone to Dale with Thranduil, the man had taken one look at your close proximity to the king and the adoring gaze he looked at you with and seen his chance at revenge against the elves who’d ‘caused’ his sister's death.

It hadn’t been hard for him to corner you when you got separated from the other elves at the marketplace. You’d been drawn to the stall filled with flowers at the edge of the marketplace and he’d taken his chance, convincing you that he had some rare flowers the stall didn't offer in his wife’s garden. No need to mention that he didn’t have a wife.

After that you were just lucky that Thranduil had sent someone to find you, and the bruises that had quickly formed around your throat and your hysteric state were evidence enough for Bard to agree to hand over the man to the elves' justice system.

Those same bruises still stood out against your skin, your dress doing nothing to cover them up. You shivered, although the air was warm, thoughts racing through your head as the man’s sentencing crime was read out.

Were you about to be responsible for someone’s death? Yes, he was a horrible man, and yes, you’d never asked for his execution, but you hadn’t argued against it either. You’d even felt a sick sort of relief at the decision to end the man's life.

Your breathing picked up and you felt your hands begin to sweat as the gleaming sword was handed to Thranduil, your lover stepping towards the man, whose dark, leering eyes were still on you.

This was his own fault, you knew that, Thranduil had drilled it into your head that nothing was your fault for days afterwards. The law of the elves said that harm or assault towards one of their own was met with execution, and while it warmed your heart that the elves of Mirkwood thought of you as one of them, part of you still felt sick. Felt like you were to blame. You’d followed him, hadn’t you? Left those who were to keep you safe behind without a second thought?

The blade was lined up with the man's throat, the man’s eyes drilled into yours and you couldn’t look away.

The blade was pulled back. It swung forwards.

You let out a gasp as arms wrapped around your shoulders, spinning you around so your face was pressed into a green covered shoulder as the sound of metal swung through the air and a dull thud was heard.

Legolas met his father’s eyes over your head as you trembled against him, and saw the gratitude in his father’s eyes.

Gratitude that you hadn’t had to see this side of him.

When Thranduil entered your shared chambers you were in the same place you had been since you had been escorted back hours before.

You were perched in the middle of the bed, knees pulled to your chest. You startled when he moved into your line of vision and he inwardly winced. This was exactly what he’d been afraid of.

He paused at the end of the bed, thankful that he’d made sure no blood was left on his robe, before he sat down on the edge, holding out a hand to you.

He held his breath, watching as you eyed his hand, the same hand the sword had swung from, before taking it and moving to sit beside him at the end of the bed.

You were both silent for a moment before he spoke, quietly, as if afraid of startling you. “I’m sorry you had to be there for that.”

“It’s okay.” You murmured. “Legolas made sure I didn’t see it.”

“Yes,” He squeezed your hand. “I thanked him for that.” He hesitated before continuing. “He was worried you would want to leave if you saw me like that.”

“Like what?” You murmured. “Like a king doing his duty?”

Thranduil swallowed. “Like a monster.”

You snapped your head around to look at him. Did he honestly think..?

“No,” You hurried to reassure him. “You're not a monster. You were just…”

“Just what?” His piercing eyes met yours and you were unable to look away. “Just ending somebody’s life without a single ounce of sympathy? Because I don’t regret ending that man’s life. I only regret doing it with you there.”

“I don’t expect you to.” You whispered, falling silent again.

Thranduil sighed, bringing your hand up to his mouth to place a lingering kiss on your knuckles. “That man deserved everything he got. It is not your fault that he chose you to take out his anger on, nor that he got caught.”

You swallowed. “He said… he said that he had a sister… that the elves killed her.”

“I know.” He hummed. “It is not the first time I have seen that man. His sister fell into the enchanted river when they were children sneaking out to explore. Legolas’ patrol found them and pulled her out but it was too late. She drowned and he has blamed us ever since.”

“Oh, that’s horrible.” You whispered, feeling a sudden wave of sympathy.

He looked at you sharply. “That does not excuse his actions towards you. There are elves in this kingdom who have lost family because of humans and yet they do not condemn you for being human, do they?”

You sighed. You knew he was right. You leaned against his side. “I know. I just don’t like feeling responsible for someone’s death.”

He turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “You're not. And I don’t care if it takes years, I will prove it to you in every way possible, until it doesn’t even cross your mind.”

“I love you.” You whispered, not knowing what to say. Never before had someone been this dedicated to your feelings.

“And I love you, you silly human.” He murmured back. “Now let me show you how much.”

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thewulf · 1 year ago

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Only You || Legolas

Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k +

TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.

Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.

It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.

Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.

As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.

When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”

He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.

“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.

Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.

“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.

Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”

Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.

When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?

“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”

Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.

But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”

Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.

He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.

For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.

“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.

You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”

But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”

“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.

“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?

Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.

But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.

The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.

“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.

“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.

You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”

He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”

You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.

This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”

That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.

You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”

“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”

You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”

But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”

“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.

He bowed his head, “My lady.”

Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.

“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.

He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.

“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.

When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”

It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.

He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.

“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.

That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”

He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times

Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.

He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”

Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”

He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”

That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”

Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.

His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”

“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.

He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”

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fel-09 · 2 months ago

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Hello! I’ve read a lot of your X Reader’s and I think you are great!

I had a request if you are interested! Elves and men differ heavily on their treatment of children. Men usually see boys as soldiers or future Kings to carry on their families legacy. While girls are seen as servant mostly, at least they are not highly viewed by men. Elves on the other hand consider all children blessings and special in their own ways.

So say Reader is a little girl who was abandoned by her family because of her gender. And she is found by elves and brought to Thranduil. How would he react to that? Seeing an abandoned child that was not worthy because of her gender in her parents eyes.

this is a bit dark so you don’t have to but if you do thank you!

Your child

Platonic Thranduil x Child reader

The Twilight Forest held many secrets. Among the ancient roots, between silver trunks and the soft carpet of fallen leaves, stories were always born—tragic, wondrous, and sometimes terrifying. But this story began with loneliness.

A child sat at the base of a great oak, curled up into a small ball as if wishing to disappear. A little girl, barely at the age when humans begin to remember their childhood, hid her face in her thin hands. Her clothes were tattered, torn by branches, and her legs were covered in scratches. She smelled of fear, hunger, and… resentment.

The elves found her before the morning mist had fully lifted. One of the sentries had noticed the faint heartbeat of a child among the sounds of the waking forest and, like a shadow, glided down.

— Child… — he whispered, leaning over her.

The girl flinched and pressed herself against the tree roots. She dared not lift her head. Humans had taught her to be afraid.

— Do not fear, little one, — a gentle voice broke the silence. — You are not alone.

She did not answer.

When they brought her to the royal palace, not a single elf asked questions. They understood.

Thranduil sat upon his throne, as majestic as the very nature that sheltered his kingdom. He was as still as a marble statue, but his eyes… They reflected ancient wisdom and eternal sorrow.

When the girl was brought into the hall, he did not speak immediately. He only observed her small figure, clenched fists, trembling shoulders.

— A human? — his voice was cold, but not cruel.

— Found at the forest’s border, — reported the sentry.

— Where is her family?

— She has no family, my lord. She was abandoned.

— …Abandoned, — Thranduil repeated as if tasting the word. It was repulsive to him.

He rose slowly and approached the child. She still feared to look at him but, as if sensing his gaze, lifted her head. Her eyes—frightened, wary—met his.

— Why? — he asked.

The girl swallowed.

— Because… because I am a girl… — her voice trembled, but there were no tears in it, no trace of hope.

Thranduil did not respond immediately. He only watched, studied, understood. Humans… These foolish, mortal beings, so quick to scorn what elves revere as the greatest treasure.

— Fools, — he said quietly, but a shadow of rage flickered in his voice.

The sentries remained silent.

— Men see children only as tools… — the king continued, kneeling to be closer to the child. — We see them as gifts.

She did not understand. Not yet.

But he did.

Thranduil did not send her away. He did not allow her to remain unprotected.

She became a part of the palace, a small shadow within its grandeur. The elves taught her not to fear, to understand the forest, to listen to the music of the wind.

At first, she avoided Thranduil. But after months passed, she began appearing near his throne, peeking at him from behind the columns.

— You are spying, — he remarked one day without lifting his gaze from the parchments.

The girl flushed and hid behind the column completely.

But he was not angry.

One evening, as the moon bathed the king’s chambers in silver light, the girl, for a moment forgetting her fear, stepped closer and lightly tugged at his sleeve.

— Is it true… is it true that children are a gift?

Thranduil tilted his head.

— It is true.

She hesitantly clenched her fingers around his robe.

— Then… will you be my father?

Silence.

The Elven King slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling the past, the losses that weighed upon his heart.

But then he looked at her.

And gently placed his hand on her head.

— Sleep, little one, — he said. — You are safe.

The girl curled up beside him, trustfully resting against his mantle.

Thranduil did not move.

But for the first time in a long while, he felt that his world was not so empty anymore.

Thranduil was not used to small, mortal children. They were fragile, unpredictable, and stubborn in ways that elves rarely were.

She sat at the long wooden table, feet dangling from the high chair, hands folded in her lap. Before her was a carefully prepared plate—warm bread, fresh fruit, a small bowl of broth. She had barely touched any of it.

Thranduil, seated at the head of the table, observed her in silence for a moment. Then, with slow, deliberate grace, he took a piece of fruit and placed it on her plate.

— You must eat, — he said, his voice calm but firm.

The girl pouted and shook her head.

— I don’t want to.

— It was not a question.

She stubbornly crossed her arms.

— I want to play with Legolas.

Thranduil exhaled softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Patience was something he had in abundance—after all, he had ruled for thousands of years—but this little one was testing its limits.

At that moment, Legolas entered the hall, his golden hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just returned from sparring. He paused when he saw his father and the child locked in what could only be described as a battle of wills.

— Is something wrong? — he asked.

The girl immediately brightened.

— Legolas! Let’s play!

Thranduil narrowed his eyes.

— She has not eaten.

Legolas, caught between his father’s authority and the hopeful look on the child’s face, hesitated. Then, with the ease of someone who had spent years diffusing his father’s moods, he crouched beside the girl’s chair.

— You must eat first, little one, — he said gently. — Then we can play.

The girl scrunched up her nose.

— But I’m not hungry.

— Are you sure? — Legolas picked up a small piece of bread, holding it between his fingers. — Not even a little?

She hesitated.

— Maybe… a little.

Legolas smiled.

— Then let’s make a deal. You eat three bites, and then I will play whatever game you want.

She considered this carefully before finally nodding.

— Three bites, and then we play.

Thranduil watched the exchange, his expression unreadable. Then, as if satisfied with this compromise, he leaned back in his chair.

— Very well. But I will count. No tricks.

The girl giggled and picked up her spoon. Legolas gave his father a knowing glance—perhaps caring for a child required a different kind of strategy than ruling a kingdom.

Thranduil said nothing.

But as he watched her eat, he found that he did not mind the sound of her laughter filling the hall.

Thranduil was a patient elf. He had ruled his kingdom for centuries, faced countless battles, endured loss and hardship—but nothing had prepared him for the tiny hands currently pulling at his hair.

The girl sat behind him, standing on the cushioned armrest of his throne, her small fingers weaving through his long silver locks with great concentration. Every so often, she would hum to herself, as if the strands of his hair were threads in some grand tapestry only she could see.

Legolas, who had the great misfortune of walking into the throne room at that very moment, stopped in his tracks. His blue eyes widened in barely concealed amusement.

— Father… what exactly is happening here?

Thranduil did not even turn to look at him.

— I am enduring.

Legolas barely held back a laugh.

— It appears you are.

The girl, oblivious to their conversation, grabbed a handful of his hair and twisted it into something that could only loosely be called a braid.

— Hold still! — she scolded, as if he were the one fidgeting.

Thranduil sighed through his nose but otherwise remained still, allowing her to continue her masterpiece.

— I must ask, little one, — he said after a moment, — what exactly are you creating?

She paused, considering.

— A crown, — she declared proudly.

— A crown, — he echoed, raising a single brow.

— A beautiful one! Made of braids and loops and… and… maybe some flowers!

Legolas coughed into his hand, clearly trying to suppress his laughter.

— A fitting choice for a king, I suppose.

— See? He understands! — The girl beamed at Legolas before returning to her work, pulling another section of hair into what could only be described as an elaborate knot.

Thranduil, for all his regal composure, felt a flicker of uncertainty.

— …No ribbons.

— Hmmm.

— Child.

— Hmmm.

— No ribbons.

She giggled but did not answer.

By the time she was finished, Legolas had long since given up hiding his amusement. The girl clapped her hands in delight, stepping back to admire her work.

— There! Now you look like a real king!

Thranduil finally turned his head slightly to examine the loose strands falling over his shoulder, intertwined in a mess of tiny braids, loops, and—indeed—one or two ribbons she had somehow managed to sneak in.

He exhaled slowly.

— …How lovely.

Legolas snorted.

The girl, pleased with herself, hugged Thranduil’s arm before skipping away, already chattering about her next great idea.

Legolas leaned closer, his voice full of barely contained laughter.

— Do you wish for assistance in undoing that?

Thranduil did not move.

— Leave.

And for the first time in many years, Legolas obeyed without question—though his laughter echoed in the halls long after he was gone.

The golden light of the setting sun poured through the tall windows of Thranduil’s chambers, casting a warm glow over the polished floors. The child sat on the thick, silken carpet, staring at the ruined hem of his royal mantle with wide eyes. A deep red stain, the unfortunate result of an overturned goblet of fruit juice, now marred the once-perfect fabric.

She swallowed, her little hands gripping the edge of her dress.

— I… I didn’t mean to, — she mumbled, looking up at him.

Thranduil stood over her, one brow elegantly arched, his long fingers inspecting the damage. For a long moment, silence stretched between them, making her shift nervously.

— You have committed a grave crime, little one, — he finally said, his voice calm but solemn.

Her breath hitched.

— I-I can fix it! I can—!

But before she could finish, she was lifted into the air with swift elven grace. A startled squeak escaped her lips before she felt his fingers press into her sides. A sharp gasp—then a burst of laughter.

— No! Nooo! — she shrieked, squirming as he tickled her mercilessly.

— Ah, so you believe you can spill royal wine on my mantle and escape unpunished? — Thranduil’s voice was smooth, almost amused, as he continued his torment.

The child thrashed in his hold, tiny fists pushing weakly at his hands, but it was useless. He was stronger, faster, and far too pleased with her helpless giggles.

— Mercy! — she wheezed between gasps of laughter.

— A king does not grant mercy so easily, — he countered, a rare smirk gracing his lips.

Legolas, who had just stepped into the doorway, froze at the sight. His father—the cold, untouchable, ever-dignified Elvenking—was currently holding a tiny, giggling child upside down in his arms. The sheer absurdity of it almost made him doubt reality.

The girl, still struggling, suddenly gasped out through her laughter:

— DAD!

The world seemed to stop.

Thranduil’s hands froze mid-movement. The echoes of her giggles still lingered in the air, but silence quickly swallowed them.

Legolas blinked.

The girl herself seemed unaware of what she had just said. She panted, catching her breath, her little hands gripping the fabric of Thranduil’s robes. When she finally glanced up at him, she found his expression unreadable.

Slowly, he set her down on the carpet, his hands lingering on her shoulders as if he were studying her.

— …What did you call me? — he asked, his voice quieter than before.

She fidgeted, suddenly shy.

— I… I just…

She didn’t know what to say. The word had slipped out without thought, as natural as breathing.

Thranduil exhaled slowly, his gaze softening in a way that very few had ever witnessed.

— Hm.

A simple sound. Neither rejection nor confirmation. But as the child tentatively reached out and gripped the sleeve of his robe, he did not pull away. Instead, his fingers brushed lightly over her hair, his touch featherlight.

Legolas, still frozen in the doorway, exchanged a glance with his father. For once, Thranduil did not glare at him for intruding.

Instead, he simply looked at the child—this small, fragile being who had wormed her way into his halls, his life… and, perhaps, his heart.

— Come, little one, — he murmured at last, scooping her up once more.

This time, there was no tickling, no teasing—only the steady, protective warmth of his embrace.

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gulnarsultan · 1 year ago

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Oh how about yandere platonic Thranduil, Tauriel and Legolas with innocent young hobbit reader?

Where Reader is Bilbo’s daughter, cousin or niece and she goes on the quest with him and the company.

Thranduil

You sweet thing. Really the others must be stupid. How does a sweet and innocent hobbit like you go on a journey like this? He adopts you immediately. He will do everything for you to live a happy life by staying with him in his palace. In my Thranduil's eyes, you are a sweet thing that should be protected. Don't worry, Thranduil will take care of you.

Legolas

He is very surprised when he meets you. How could someone like you have come this far? He will immediately start taking care of you. You cannot continue the journey. If you insist on continuing, he will go with you. It will allow you to return home safely. He will always visit you.

Tauriel

She thinks you are so cute and sweet. Honestly, she doesn't think it's right for you to go on such a journey. It will accompany you on your journey. Making sure you are safe and well is very important to Tauriel. You've made a great friend who will be with you for the rest of your life.

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rivendell-poet · 8 months ago

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I loved the little sibling headcanons so much! But reading Legolas’s part gave me a small idea for Thranduil because he is such father-coded sometimes.

So what if the same reader always had bandages wound around the entirety of their right eye and some of their right cheek for some secret reason that nobody knows. Thranduil is slightly intrigued by how this human teenager manages to fight so well despite being disadvantaged in sight, and after he grows much closer to them, he asks them about the bandages. And because reader trusts him a lot more than before, they (sort of) hesitantly take off the bandages and reveals how the entire bandaged area was heavily damaged/scarred from dragon fire mostly due to their recklessness a few years back. I think it’d be interesting to see Thranduil’s reaction towards a young human that also suffered from the feared dragon fire. I don’t mind if you write headcanons or a scenario for this :)

Btw sorry if this request was weird 😅 I just think that Thranduil’s character has so much to be explored, especially as we don’t see him interact as much with humans and younglings

Glad you liked the little sibling hcs! I'm always weak for platonic!lotr <3 And please don't worry about your request - I loved it, and I'm only sorry it took me so long to write. Hopefully you enjoy <3

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Gender-neutral reader | Wordcount : 1k | TWs : Brief discussion of scaring

✧ When he first meets you, a lone human who has somehow managed to brave Mirkwood, his mind doesn’t pay too much attention to the bandages.

✧ Another human eccentricity.

✧ It’s only after, when the scouts are quick to dole out praise for you - praise that does not come lightly from elves - that he thinks back to them. How you are able to fight remarkably well with something covering your right eye.

✧ Not that it matters to him when he calls for you to be escorted to a room and watched.

✧ Thranduil is a kinder king when not dealing with dwarves and dishonest folk, so has no reason to throw you into the dungeons. He doesn’t fully trust you at first, but that can be left until tomorrow.

✧ Late next morning you are invited to his chambers after eating, and he asks questions of you - why you are in Mirkwood, your age and general motivations. But not your bandages.

✧ Until the very end, when he asks if you would like to see a healer for your injuries.

✧ Your freezing is almost imperceptible to humans, but obvious to an elf. You decline, hands still frozen by your sides, but he lets you go without further issues.

✧ Mirkwood’s palace is a great haven for you - full of scrolls of lore, warriors of the highest skill, and places of respite if it is needed.

✧ When you initially only planned on staying for a day in there, you soon find yourself becoming familiar with your room. And then days turn into weeks, and the rest of Mirkwood becomes more familiar as well.

✧ Once you’ve become more comfortable with the elves you go down to spar, and to your surprise there are some happy to train with you.

✧ Although you are not as skilled as an elf they acknowledge your talent for what it is, impressed.

✧ Whispers spread all the way through Mirkwood, and even the king is reached by them eventually.

✧ Thranduil asks to be kept up to date about you, of course, as you are in his kingdom. Word reaches him that you managed to disarm a guard, and for some reason he feels genuine pride in the news.

✧ As the guard turns to leave, Thranduil asks when you had the bandages removed and by who.

✧ The guard answers that you haven’t.

✧ You’re not blind to the stares at your bandage, but something new has been occurring. There’s even more subtle glances, but less questioning about it. As though your bandage is now something to be observed, and not questioned.

✧ The excitement around it eventually dies down, especially as weeks in Mirkwood become months.

✧ It’s around the first month mark that Thranduil requests to see you again.

✧ Being summoned by the king is nerve-wracking, but once you’ve been around him for a while you become more relaxed.

✧ He doesn’t behave like the rigid, cold but regal king you were expecting. He is still regal, effortlessly so, but there is warmth in his gaze - when he asks you about your day, or compliments your progress.

✧ Some days you don’t even have to tell him about the feat you accomplished, as he already seems to know. But he still listens intently when you explain it, asking questions in just the right places - and always with sincerity.

✧ Over time, you begin to think of him a small bit like a father.

✧ Then one day, he asks you about your bandages. Why you still wear them after so long.

✧ He regrets it when he sees you freeze up, but when he begins to talk you raise a hand to stop.

✧ Hesitantly, you begin to remove the bandages from around you, not looking at him until they’re all of.

✧ As soon as Thranduil can see your face he recognises dragonfire on it. Scars so similar to his own, but on the face of a young human instead of an elven king.

✧ You can see the shock on his face as his eyes seem to sweep every area of the scars and not want to settle back on you. You take a deep breath, beginning to apologise for them.

✧ “There is no need.”

✧ Thranduil interrupts, softly but it stops you instantly. “The wounds you bear show you have survived, that you have faced dragonfire and lived. You… you should not need to be ashamed of them.”

✧ The revelation is surprising, but it makes you smile. You thank him, for being understanding about them - and he responds that he always will be, will always support you.

✧ There’s some deeper meaning to his words, but you cannot quite decipher it.

✧ The rest of your meeting is fairly normal, until the end when he asks questions you did not expect. How it affects you, if you can still see out of that eye - if you are in any pain.

✧ Each question you answer honestly, and any complaint that is raised he instantly tackles - doing his utmost to make sure you are comfortable.

✧ As you leave you turn to bow goodnight, and it looks as if he is about to say something before bidding you goodnight as well.

✧ In the morning you receive a summons to his chambers for later that day.

✧ For the first time you walk to Thranduil’s room without bandages covering your face, but you don’t find yourself afraid of him. Of him judging you.

✧ When you walk in there’s a nervous air. But not from you. From Thranduil.

✧ And he apologises, for not being honest sooner.

✧ You watch as the smooth perfections of his face give way to scars that being to mimic your own.

✧ “I would have told you sooner, if I had known you would understand this pain. I am sorry for not telling you.”

✧ The silence is loud, and then you move closer.

✧ “There is nothing to apologise for.”

A/N : Hopefully you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't as father-coded as you liked, I think I got a bit too deep into lore and setting up the story. But this is the second scenario in a row I've been very interested in expanding, so let me know if there's more interest in this universe!

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 2 months ago

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Unexpected fairy: The Company x young fairy reader.

Age: 8 later 9 What if there was a 16th member in the company that Gandalf found on the day the company was coming? Join Reader Chan as she goes on an unexpected and life changing journey through Middle Earth.

Gandalf the Grey was just leaving the Shire after having a chat with a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins, the only son of Bungo Baggins and Belladonna Baggins née Took, after carving a mark on the freshly painted round green door.

The old wizard walks through the woodland area of the Shire as a shortcut to meet with the other members of the company when he saw something unexpected.

Looking closely he saw a light, a F/C light, soon the light came closer and a small body collided onto him and landed in his palm.

It was a young girl with S/T skin, H/C hair with braids in it, E/C eyes and transparent F/C butterfly like wings.

She was wearing a f/c tunic with black leggings and tiny black boots, sitting up she rubbed her head a bit and looked up at him “Sorry sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She said surprisingly not scared of him with her youthful voice “It’s quite alright dear.” He said “Where did you come from?” He asked “From that flower.” She said pointing to the bloomed lily flower “My name’s Y/N by the way, what’s yours mister?” The young winged girl asked.

When you asked the man his name he smiled “Gandalf the Grey, I am a wizard.” He said making your eyes sparkled for you always heard the trees speaking about a traveling wizard “Your a wizard? That’s so cool!” You said excitedly making your wings flutter a bit until an injured fox walked out of the forest “Poor Fox.” You said flying over and healing the fox with your healing tears making the wizard amazed “How would you like to join an adventure little one? We could use someone like you.” The wizard said “Really?” You asked excitedly making him nod “Of course.” You said happily flying and landing on his shoulder “Alright but I must get the other members, we meet at the Shire for a feast tonight.” He said walking to Valar knows where.

Later that night:

You sat under Gandalf’s hat as the sound of deep voices was in the air followed by another voice that sounded muffled “No, there is nobody home, go away and bother somebody else, there are far to many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clot heads idea of a joke haha, I can only say, it is in very poor taste.” Said the voice getting closer until the sound of a door swinging open and thudding was heard followed by grumbling and the voice saying “Gandalf!” In an exhausted tone “He sounds tired.” You whispered to yourself as you slowly peaked from Gandalf’s hat in curiosity to see a very short man with short curly hair, big hairy feet and hazel eyes wearing a patch work robe.

Inside the house Gandalf removed his hat and placed it on the coat rack along with his staff then he walked around and counted the dwarves on his fingers until a salted pepper haired dwarf with an axe in his head came over to you and Gandalf and spoke in a language that was funny to you “Quite right Bifur, we seem to be one dwarf short.” The wizard said until a half bald dwarf with tattoos on his head spoke “He’s just late is all, is in a meeting with the rest of our kin.” He said until his eyes landed on you “Gandalf! Who is the little lass?” He asked pointing at you making the hole go quite “Gandalf’s brought a girl?” Two young dwarves asked walking over to you and Gandalf as you flew from the wizards head and landed on his finger “She’s so tiny.” The one with stubble said as everyone ran to see you “By my beard, I thought they were myths.” The shortest dwarf said as you looked up at them “Where did she come from?” The shortest man asked “I found her outside the Shire after she flew at me.” The wizard explained on your encounter that day “Hello everyone I’m Y/N.” You said bowing, making everyone smile because you were just adorable but they knew that their leader won’t approve of a child coming on the quest, let alone a girl to be precise.

After the dwarves finished cleaning and their song, the very last guest arrived and you saw that this dwarf had an air of importance around him making you curious “He looks like someone important.” You said to Kili sitting on his shoulder “Yes. He’s the king of our home, Erebor.” Kili said “And our uncle.” Fili said grinning “That makes you two prince’s.” You said in awe “Indeed that does Lass.” Nori said as the dwarf questioned the hobbit you heard Gandalf call him Bilbo on his skills until the new dwarf saw you and is in shock “I thought Fairies were a myth.” He said walking up to you in awe but he gives Gandalf a glare that could freeze mount doom “Why did you bring her? This Journey is too dangerous for a child.” Thorin said “Thorin she has abilities that could be of use to us.” Gandalf said until dwarvish profanities were shouted making everyone turn to see that Dwalin somehow was able to cut himself on one of the wood pokers “Honestly Dwalin.” Oin said taking out the medical supplies he brought when Gandalf stopped him “Wait Oin, Y/N my child show them what you can do.” Gandalf said “Ok.” You said flying to Dwalin sitting on his wrist and allowed your tears to flow and land on his injury that glowed and was healed, the dwarves had looks of awe on their faces “By my beard, she can heal with her tears.” Dori said in amazement “This could save me medical supplies.” Oin said in awe as Gloin nodded in agreement “What’s your name fairy?” Thorin asked “Y/N.” You said.

Months later:

After traveling with the company for a while you grew very fond of the dwarves and Bilbo, though there was a ruff patch on the way such as with the trolls, Rivendell (The elves immediately loved you), the rock giants and the goblins until the eagles saved you all from the pale orc Azog and his pack, then Thorin accepted you and Bilbo in the company after you helped Gandalf heal his wounds.

At Beorn’s house you were not afraid of the skin changer though you grew a fear of amphibians and reptiles when one of his frogs tried to eat you but the skin changer was able to get the frog to spit you out, at Mirkwood you felt very dizzy and flushed dual to the lack of life in the forest so you hid in Thorin’s pocket during the journey through the forest until the spiders attacked and the woodland elves came and took the dwarves away, Legolas found you in Thorin’s pocket and nearly dropped you in surprise the moment you were in his palm and the other patrol members are also in surprise with one pocking you to make sure you were real, at Mirkwood palace you and Thorin are taken to king Thranduil.

When Thranduil saw you in his son’s palm he is surprised because growing up he was told that fairies are a myth yet here you are, so tiny and vulnerable, he gave Thorin a dirty look “Care to explain Oakenshield?” He asked trying not to lose his temper when he saw that you didn’t look so good “She joined us voluntarily elf, don’t you dare accuse us of kidnapping her.” Thorin said and that’s when Thranduil lost his temper revealing his burns.

Thranduil thought you would be scared but surprisingly you weren’t, in fact you did something that amazed him, you flew up to him, landed on his shoulder, allowed your tears to flow and let them land on his burns.

Thranduil, Legolas, Tauriel and the fully armored guards are in awe by what just happened, “She can heal with her tears.” Tauriel whispered in awe “I thought no magic can heal burns, I was wrong.” Legolas said.

After the elves are over their shock, Thranduil had the dwarves put in cells and you’ve been taken to the healing ward by Legolas and placed under strict supervision so your condition doesn’t worsen.

In the morning you were feeling a bit better now that you were in fresh air but you still had heat flashes, Bilbo was able to get the dwarves free, though getting you was tricky because the elves were monitoring you but when they had their backs turned he grabbed you and gently placed you in his pocket.

At the wine cellar you were given to Thorin who gently took you and placed you in his pocket, during the river escape you got motion sickness and almost threw up in Thorin’s pocket but after the escape through the river your let out of Thorin’s pocket and placed on his shoulder.

While the dwarves are resting a human man attacked the company, he said his name was Bard and he offered the dwarves help for money, he is shocked to see you on Thorin’s shoulder because like everyone else he thought fairy’s were a myth but once again you proved that wrong.

When you arrived in Lake town, Bard hid you in his coat pocket during the confrontation with Alfrid while the dwarves are hiding in fish barrels.

After Alfrid and his goons left, the dwarves are let out of the barrels.

you don’t know what else happened because you fell asleep in the human man’s pocket until you felt him gently taking you out of his pocket and placed you on a big soft chair “Da! Why are there dwarves coming out of our toilet and is that a fairy?” A girl with brown hair asked “Will they bring us luck?” The younger brown haired girl asked as the dwarves and Bilbo came up with a brown haired boy.

After everyone is calmed and settled with blankets, the Bardlings are looking at you curiously “She’s so tiny.” The boy, you heard Bard call him Bain said “Her wings are pretty.” The little girl said “Where did she come from? I thought fairies were a myth.” The older girl you heard Bard call her Sigrid say “I’m from the woodlands of the Shire, home of the hobbits.” You said sitting up on the couch looking up at the young humans who can only look at you in awe “Are fairies really born from flowers!” The smaller human asked curiously “Yes we are, my name is Y/N by the way!” You said introducing yourself to the humans who excitedly introduced themselves.

Time skip:

The dwarves had left for Erebor leaving you with Bard and his Children, Thorin didn’t like the idea of you facing a dragon nor seeing him in the gold sickness so before leaving, he handed you to Bain and promised to comeback for you when everything is over.

You sat on Bain’s shoulder as he helped his sisters clean till you heard Bard and a familiar dwarfs voice, you tried healing Kili’s leg with your tears but it wasn’t working until the orcs attacked, Tauriel and Legolas came, Tauriel heals Kili with the kings foil then everything escalates.

Later:

You were in Bain’s pocket as everything happened.

From Smaug’s attack, to Smaug’s defeat then to the Battle of the Five armies.

You saved Fili, Kili and Thorin when they got severely injured during the battle.

After the battle a grand feast was thrown in Erebor.

During the feast Thorin made an announcement that he wants to adopt you “If it wasn’t for you! Fili, Kili and myself wouldn’t be here tonight.” He said with a gentle smile.

You fought back the tears threatening to come for during the journey, you’ve come to live the company as a family but Thorin became like a father to you “I accept.” You said through happy tears when a light engulfed you.

You saw that your now a bigger, your now the same height as Tilda though she was still a bit bigger than you “Gandalf what happened?” You asked “When Thorin adopted you, it triggered a new power my dear.” The wizard said.

Days later you met Thorin’s sister who is also the mother of Fili and Kili, your new aunt Dis who immediately fell in love with you and accepted you.

Thorin, Fili and Kili started courting Bilbo, Sigrid and Tauriel and on your 9th birthday you started training with your new parents, older cousins, Tauriel, Dwalin, Thranduil and Legolas when he visits while being taught how to sew, cook, clean and how to act like a proper lady by your new aunt and Bard’s daughters.

Epilogue:

Bilbo and Dis couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of them for there you were braiding the elven kings hair with Thorin sitting on the side surveying the big braid in his hair that was very neat, you finished the braid by tying a pink ribbon at the end “All done.” You said happily “Wonderful.” Thranduil said getting up “You did a wonderful job darling.” Bilbo said walking in to survey his partner’s hair with Dis doing the same with Thranduil’s hair “Indeed.” She said “Thank you Papa and Auntie Dis.” You beamed when the other members of the company including Legolas came in their own hair in the same style as the two kings “Let me guess she gave you the eyes?” Thorin asked making everyone nod “That’s our unexpected little fairy.” Bilbo said fondly.

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kingofvipers · 2 years ago

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The Hobbit Incorrect Quotes #6

Teen!M/n: Daaaaad. Am I adopted? Thranduil from the other room: Yes! Teen!M/n: oh

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master-muffinn · 1 year ago

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Lord of the rings X druid!reader headcanons

Legolas x reader, Thranduil x reader, Gandalf x reader (platonic), Merry/Pippin x reader (platonic), Elanor x reader.

Legolas

🧚‍♀️ Legolas is very curious and excited! He wants to know EVERYTHING about you and what you can do!

🧚‍♀️ But he finds the fact that you can turn to different kinds of animals the most interesting, and asks you a lot of questions about every animal you can transform too.

“Y/n what is that for an odd creature?”

“It’s a seastar”

“A STAR!??” 🤩

🧚‍♀️ Asks you if he can touch you in your animal forms. He lights up with happiness when you say ‘yes’ and touches you with utmost care and curiosity.

🧚‍♀️ Loves carrying you around in your smaller forms. If you turn to a snake he’ll put you around his neck like a necklace, a bird on his head or any other animal that can be on his shoulders.

🧚‍♀️ When the fellowship was in the snowy mountains and while the others had to walk in the deep snow, you were a little mouse in Legolas warm pocket. Not needing to do anything and Legolas didn’t need to worry about your safety. Win-win.

Thranduil

“I thought the druids died out for 4000 years ago, guess i was wrong”

🍷 Like Legolas he is very much interested but in a more calmer and quieter way. He also likes the animal shapes more.

🍷 He likes when you turn to a little bird and sit on his shoulder whenever he goes to different places.

🍷 LOVES when he sits on his throne and you turn to a smaller animal and sit on his large hand and put your tiny paws on his fingers- the king has heart eyes. 😍 (yes you are his pet now lol) And he totally would feed you grapes too.

🍷 Other than that he also likes your plant and flower abilities. He has left the garden's beauty to you and it is shining more beautifully than it ever has since you came into his life- or perhaps it is just (amazing) you who has grown beautiful and colorful flowers in his heart❤.

🍷 And of course he will try out some of your abilities in the bedroom 😉

Gandalf

🧙‍♂️ Sorry Frodo, Sorry Bilbo, y/n is his number one favorite friend now!

🧙‍♂️ He is very fascinated over your elemental abilities. Wind, water, fire, plants/trees? “What can you do?”

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf would try (hard) to not sound too eager and excited when you show him. But he can’t help but smile and laugh when you make a phoenix appear out of the fire.

🧙‍♂️ Might show you his ‘magic’ if you ask nicely and you will inspire one another.

🧙‍♂️ If you have any difficulties with your training and elemental controlling he will give you advice and guidance with what he knows.

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf wouldn't mind if you join him for a while on his journey. He greatly enjoys your company.

Merry/Pippin

🤡 Oh no! OH NOOO! Gandalf will pray to god ... .PLEASE DON’T LET THE WORLD END!!

🤡 When they learn what you are, they will storm you with questions. They will drag you with them for every little prank and misery they are planning.

“Y/n, can you turn to bird and poop on someone's hea-” (pippin)

“No!”

“Can you poop in someones drin-”

“No!”

“Can you-”

“ENOUGH WITH THESE POOP REQUESTS!!!!”

🤡 If you meet on the ring quest, they will ask you to turn to a larger and fluffy animal, like a bear so they can sleep with (on) you on cold nights (like the bear in jungle book? Yes!) Boromir will get jealous because you stole his children. 😢

Elanor Brandyfoot

🐌 The others don't trust you and don't want you around until you show them how quickly you can turn seeds to flowers.

🐌 Elanor will try to calm them down and talk to them so they don’t ‘use’ you for their ‘food greed’.

🐌 You two will have a contest of who is quickest to fill a bucket with berries, buuut of course Elanor wins.

“Looks like ya powers weren't able to outmatch me!”

🐌 She loves to see your abilities and is very happy that others like you too and have accepted you to the group, but she gets a little jealous when you get too much attention because she wants to be alone with you too!

🐌 She loves the evenings when things have been calming down and laying under the stars with her head on your (larger) animal form. Petting you is very calming for her and she mostly falls asleep like that with you.

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it! 💖

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lamemaster · 10 months ago

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For the Love of Leeches

Request: Hi, I hope you're well! Would it be aleight if you could write a drabble of reader x glorfindel where reader has been physically scarred by battle and gets reassured? Can be platonic or romantic. Thank you!

Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: You look into the mirror. Breaking apart every single part of yourself. Trying to rebuild the past that will never come to be. “I do not wish for looks of wonder, pity, or disgust."

AN: Sorry it took so long but here it is! I hope you like it 💖

He watches as you undo your hair, allowing it to fall over your face. In the unbearable summer heat, that has even the hardiest of elves stripping down to minimal layers, you roam the world with long-sleeved robes and your hair undone.

And just as his fingers touch the curtain of hair covering your face, your hands swat them away. “Don’t,” you admonish him, your voice laced with the irritability that the weather has lent to you in exchange for your revolting garb.

“Melda, believe me when I say I know the allure of undone hair. I died for it,” he ignores the creeping cold the memories of his death bring to his scalp. “But even I cannot vouch for this dramatic flair today.” He reaches to push your hair, revealing a sweat-glistening cheek.

You sigh pulling your hair back. “I cannot.” You look into the mirror, your eyes tracing over the deep jagged lines that run all over your face. Lines that never heal. They are as much a part of your face as your eyes, nose, lips. You look at Glorfindel, your mind shrouded in discomfort of the heat. “It is summer…Mirkwood elflings are afraid of scars. Even Thranduil hides his so why can’t I hide mine?”

Glorfindel sighs, “Dear, Thranduil uses glamor, he does not torment himself in this heat.” He pauses at the defiant look in your eyes. “At least be at ease in our home? No one except for me here. Hmm?” He pulls your hair away from your face and for once you allow him to.

“I do not wish for elflings to see these..” You look into the mirror. Breaking apart every single part of yourself. Trying to rebuild the past that will never come to be. “I do not wish for looks of wonder, pity, or disgust. I do not wish for disbelief when we walk together.” Laid bare was your heart. So vulnerable and open for Glorfindel to hold.

Ignoring the oppressive heat, Glorfindel wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his solid form. His chin rests on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. Looking at your reflection in the mirror. “Then look at me.” He lips kiss your cheeks, grazing over the jagged lines of your scars. Gentle yet passionate. “Do not seek others. Just look at me.”

He tilts your chin up, pressing his lips against yours. “My eyes are always on you, they perhaps have lost the ability to linger anywhere but you.” Your eyes close, allowing his kiss to last beyond the wretched whispers of your mind.

His thumb rubs your cheek, this hands cup your face. “I love you. My soul, my body, my heart is yours. And nothing will change that.” His lips trail over your face. You are the prettiest, most valuable existence to me. Followed by Asfaloth, of course," he adds with a playful smirk, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“My heart rushes at the very sight of you,” he continues as your breath hitches with the feeling of his lips on your skin. “I feel so lost, yet so found. I wish I could show you how wonderful you look from my eyes. How bright you are, my love.” he continues, his voice low and filled with a tenderness you have never felt worthy of.

You turn around wrapping your arms around him. Your head rests on his chest. You both stand wrapped in each other's arms. Forgotten was the heat, summer, or the topic of your conversation. "You are unfairly sweet," you whisper, nuzzling into him, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “So sweet that even the bitterness of these scars fades away when you hold me.”

Your eyes cloud with a sudden surge of emotion. They brim with love that you cannot hold back. “I cannot live without this sweetness. Without you the world is bitter. Biting place.” You bury your face in his chest. “Do not leave me. No matter the scars…do not leave me please.” You plead, your voice trembling.

"Slander," his voice is brittle despite the light tone. "I plan to stick with you like a leech. Not even the summer can undo this arrangement, darling."

You feel the steady thrum of his heart, the sudden tightening of his arms around you. A warmth spreads through you, a comfort you cannot get enough of.

"Good," you murmur, your voice muffled against his chest. "I like leeches."

And your beloved snorts with minuscule grace he can spare. Which soon turns into a full-blown booming laugh in a matter of minutes.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel #drabble #comfort #just a bunch of cuties

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greycloudsinwinter · 1 year ago

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Master list ❤️❤️

A court of thorns and roses:

Platonic inner circle x reader x romantic azriel

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Half elf x reader

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floatyflowers · 5 months ago

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Hi can you write something about The Lord of the Rings, Elves💗?

Dark Platonic Father Legolas x Isakeied Reader x Dark Platonic Grandfather Thranduil

You awoke in a room bathed in soft, golden light, the ceiling adorned with elegant carvings of trees and vines.

The air smelled of pine and rain, but the unfamiliar surroundings caused you to panic.

Sitting up, you realized something was terribly wrong with you.

Your body was not your own.

Small, delicate hands replaced the ones you remembered, and long strands of silver-blonde hair cascaded over your shoulders.

The reflection in a nearby mirror near your bed confirmed your fear.

This wasn’t you in any way or form, but the body of someone else, and clearly the vibe of the palace indicates you are in a different timeline.

Or rather a different place.

All you can remember is that you accidentally fall from your balcony.

Your breathing quickened, and you clutched at the bedcovers as your heart pounded in your chest.

This had to be a dream, a strange, vivid dream.

Also, something caught your attention...you have elf ears.

The door creaked open, and in stepped a figure who took your breath away, not from awe, but from the shock of recognition.

Legolas.

His impossibly perfect features were softer than you’d imagined, but his piercing blue eyes filled with concern.

"You have finally woken up, are you unwell, iel?" he asked, his voice gentle, filled with concern.

The word 'iel' refers to daughter.

Did you really get reincarnated into Lord of the rings?

How is that even possible?!

You shook your head intensely, unable to speak as confusion overtook you.

His brows furrowed, and he moved closer, kneeling by the bed.

"You’re safe," he said, mistaking your terror for something external like the accident that happened to you.

The accident where you tried to run away.

His hand reached out, but you flinched away.

Not out of fear, because you love Legolas as he is one of your favourite characters.

However, you still are wary of what is happening.

The hurt in his eyes was clear, though he quickly masked it.

"What’s wrong, meleth nín, are you still upset about what happened?"

Now this added more to your confusion, what exactly happened?

"I apologise...I don't remember anything."

It's safer for you to take this route, pretending to have amnesia makes it easier for them not to doubt you if you act strange.

Before the Elven prince could say anything or even think of what to say.

Another figure entered the room, his presence commanding and regal.

Thranduil.

The Elvenking’s icy gaze softened when he saw you, yet his posture remained stiff.

"What is happening here?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with the usual authority.

Legolas glanced at him helplessly, gesturing toward your trembling form.

"She lost her memories, she doesn't remember anything."

Thranduil’s eyes studied you intently, his sharp features is unreadable at first.

But then he smirks.

"Then we will teach her, and make her remember by reminding her."

This made you feel more relaxed than they brought your lie.

But you can't contain your excitement to explore the world of your favourite books.

Yet, you don't know that you won't be allowed to do that.

And what your new grandfather means by 'reminding' is that he and Legolas will tell you false memories.

Only to remodel you into an obedient daughter and granddaughter.

#tw: toxic relationships #platonic yandere #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #yandere lotr #yandere legolas #yandere thranduil x reader #thranduil x reader #legolas x reader #reader insert

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stxrshxpxd · 10 months ago

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🌳 fic friday;

early spring

legolas x thranduil x reader

sweet, silly, platonic

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

“It will be a warm spring I think.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Father one, son zero.”

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

#lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #legolas x reader #thranduil #thranduil x reader #fic #imagine #blurb #fic friday

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thewulf · 1 year ago

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Entwined Realms || Legolas

Summary: Request: So I thought about this idea with Legolas x reader where the reader is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn (which makes her princess of Lothlorien and a very high elf) and she is nervous because its commonly known that Galadriel and Thranduil dont like each other (she is still his superior but you get the point) and the reader and Legolas have a dinner or some council or something together with their parents.

A/N: This was one of my favs to write. Just love everything LOTR... please keep them coming! Thank you for the request @lillisummers

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k +

TW: Talks of war/death

In the timeless realm of Lothlórien, you, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, walked among the golden trees with a heavy heart filled with the weight of ancient grudges. It had been many years since you last tread upon these familiar paths, for you had spent much of your time in Rivendell, aiding in the healing of those who bore the scars of war.

As a princess of the high elves, you bore the burden of your lineage with grace. Yet the tension between your mother and Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood, weighed heavily upon you. The animosity between them was no secret, and you often found yourself caught in the midst of their disagreements. You were torn between loyalty to your mother and the desire for unity among your people after the war of the ring. Your return to Lothlórien had been sudden, called back by your father during the darkest days of the war. The news of battles raging across middle earth had filled you with dread. Yet, you knew that your place was by your family's side, lending whatever aid you could in the struggle against the darkness.

Despite the discord that lingered between your realms you held onto hope, believing in the power of unity to overcome adversity. The memories of Celebrian's capture and torture haunted you still. She drove your determination to see an end to the suffering that had plagued your people for so long.

As you walked beneath the golden canopy of the trees, you found solace in the familiar sights and sounds of Lothlórien. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the branches. They spoke to you of peace and beauty, reminding you of all that was worth fighting for in this world. Your steps carried you towards a familiar spot. The quiet glade where the gravestones of those fallen in battle lay. The air was hushed. The only sound was the soft whisper of leaves and the gentle trickle of water from the nearby streams.

Stopping by the gravestones, you traced your fingers over each weathered stone, feeling the weight of loss settle upon your heart. Here, beneath the earth, lay the brave souls who had given their lives in service of a greater cause. A cause that you had fought for alongside them. Your thoughts turned to Haldir, the gallant Marchwarden who had stood by your side in the darkest of times. His laughter, his kindness, his unwavering loyalty… they were memories that you held dear, memories that would live on long after he had passed from this world. At one point you were convinced you would marry him but that was before he was taken so suddenly from you.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself a moment of silence. A moment to remember those who had been taken from you too soon. Their faces flashed before your eyes, friends, fighters, and loved ones alike. Each one leaving behind an indelible mark upon your soul. And yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also hope. Hope for a future where their sacrifices would not be in vain. Where the darkness would be banished for good and the light would shine so brightly once more. With a silent prayer upon your lips, you vowed to carry their memory with you always, to honor their legacy in all that you did.

As you stood amidst the gravestones, lost in memories and reflections, a soft voice broke through the silence. She was calling your name. You turned to see your mother, Galadriel, approaching with a gentle smile upon her lips. Her eyes, always so wise and knowing, held a depth of understanding that eased the ache in your heart.

"Y/n," she said, her voice like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind, "I have been searching for you. It is good to see you home again. You look well my love."

You returned her smile, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you at the sight of her familiar face. "It is good to be home, Mother," you replied, stepping forward to embrace her.

Galadriel held you close, tight. Her arms a reassuring embrace amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within you. "You have been missed, my dear," she said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

As you pulled away, Galadriel's gaze softened. Her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and affection. "There is much to discuss," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But first, I have news that I believe will bring you much joy."

Curiosity piqued, you listened as Galadriel spoke of the upcoming marriage between your niece, Arwen, and Aragorn, the King of Gondor. The news filled you with a sense of anticipation, the prospect of a wedding bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had shrouded middle earth for so long. "I would be honored to attend," you said. Your heart swelling with love for your family and excitement for the joyous occasion to come.

Galadriel smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I had no doubt that you would," she said, her voice tinged with warmth. "Come, let us return to Caras Galadhon and begin preparations. There is much to do, and little time to waste." She motioned you to follow her.

With a nod of agreement, you fell into step beside your mother. It felt as though the weight of grief and loss lightened by the promise of love and celebration on the horizon. As you walked the golden light of Lothlórien illuminated your path guiding you towards a future filled with possibility.

Too quickly the day of celebration arrived. The grand halls of Minas Tirith were adorned with banners and flowers, filling the air with a sense of festivity and anticipation. You, dressed in your finest elven attire, mingled with the guests. Your heart was aflutter with excitement and nerves for your niece and the King of Gondor. Amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes scanned the faces of those gathered taking in the sight of strangers and acquaintances alike. And then your gaze met that of a mysterious elven stranger across the ornate courtyard who you did not recognize.

His eyes were a captivating shade of blue. They held a warmth and kindness that drew you in, sending a shiver down your spine. For a brief moment it felt as though the world around you had faded away leaving only you and this enigmatic stranger in a universe of your own making. But as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone. Broken by the sound of laughter and music drifting through the air you tore your gaze away. Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, heart racing with the memory of that brief but electrifying encounter.

Though you knew not who he was, nor what fate had in store for you. You couldn't shake the feeling that this chance meeting was somehow significant. And as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the joyous festivities you couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the mysterious elven stranger who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the celebration unfolded you found yourself standing beside Arwen, basking in the glow of her happiness as she greeted guests and well-wishers. The air was filled with laughter and music. The joyous atmosphere infectious as people celebrated the union of Arwen and Aragorn. But amidst the revelry your attention kept drifting back to the beautiful blonde elf who had caught your eye earlier. He stood amidst a group of guests, his presence commanding and his gaze holding a quiet intensity that seemed to draw you in.

Unable to contain your curiosity any longer you turned to Arwen with a hint of nervousness in your voice. "Arwen," you began, pointing subtly towards the mysterious elf, "who is that?"

Arwen followed your gaze, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she noticed your interest in the stranger. "Ah, him," she said, her tone tinged with mystery. "That is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."

Legolas. The name echoed in your mind. Though you knew little about him there was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold a thousand untold stories that intrigued you beyond measure. As Arwen spoke of Legolas' exploits and noble deeds you found yourself captivated by the tales of his courage and valor. And though you knew it was foolish to be so taken with a stranger, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him. Something that called to you on a level you couldn't quite understand.

With a grateful smile you thanked Arwen for indulging your curiosity. Though your mind was already consumed with thoughts of the mysterious Prince of Mirkwood. And as you turned your attention back to the festivities you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the captivating blonde elf who had captured your attention with a single glance.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. You found yourself drawn into the lively conversations and laughter that filled the air.

As if he had known your every thought, he had come right up to you. A charming smile playing on his lips as he offered you a goblet of wine. "Care for some wine, my lady?" he asked, his voice smooth and all too inviting.

Grateful for the distraction you accepted the goblet with a smile, the cool liquid soothing the nerves that had been fluttering in your stomach. "Thank you," you replied, taking a sip and relishing the taste of the rich, fruity wine.

As you savored the wine, Legolas took a seat beside you. His eyes alight with curiosity as he extended his hand in introduction. "I am Legolas," he said, his tone warm and genuine. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You felt a rush of excitement at the sound of his name, "And I am Y/n," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness that you quickly tried to mask.

Legolas smiled warmly at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he raised his own goblet in a silent toast. "Well then, Y/n, here's to new acquaintances and delightful conversations," he spoke.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself drawn into conversation with Legolas. His easy charm and quick wit putting you at ease. Despite your initial nervousness you soon found yourself laughing and chatting with him as if you had known each other for years. With each passing moment you felt yourself growing more and more enchanted by Legolas. His presence filling you with a sense of warmth and belonging that you hadn't felt in a long time. Not since before your sister had set sail. And as you shared stories and laughter with the captivating Prince of Mirkwood you couldn't help but wonder what adventures lay in store for you both in the days to come.

When the topic turned to your family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension, unsure of how he would react upon learning the truth. "Your parents must be proud of you," Legolas remarked, his voice sincere as he glanced around at the grandeur of Minas Tirith. "To have a daughter as kind and courageous as you."

You smiled, touched by his words. Though a part of you hesitated to reveal your true lineage. "Thank you, Legolas," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "My parents... they are indeed proud, though our family is not without its complexities."

Legolas cocked his head with curiosity shining bright in his eyes. "Complexities?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for his reaction. "My parents are Celeborn and Galadriel," you confessed, watching closely for any sign of recognition or judgment in his expression.

To your surprise, Legolas' eyes widened in genuine surprise, his gaze softening with understanding. "Galadriel," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "The Lady of Light herself. And Celeborn, the Lord of Lothlórien."

You nodded, relieved by his reaction. "Yes, though our family is not without its challenges," you admitted, your voice growing quiet. "There are... tensions between my parents and certain others in Middle-earth." You knew he knew, and he knew you knew. The two of you were dancing around your parents disdain for the other.

Legolas' expression grew somber. A shadow passing over his features. "I understand," he said, his tone tinged with empathy. "My own father, Thranduil, can be... difficult at times."

You felt a surge of empathy for Legolas knowing all too well the challenges that could arise from strained familial relationships. "It seems we are not so different after all," you said. A small smile playing at your lips.

Legolas returned your smile, his eyes warm and understanding. "Indeed," he said, his voice gentle. "But perhaps together, we can find a way to bridge the divide between our families."

Touched by his sincerity you could only keep grinning at him like a fool. "I would like that, Legolas," you replied. Your heart swelled with gratitude for the bond that was beginning to form between you.

As the night wore on into the wee hours of the morning you and Legolas found yourselves drawn deeper into each other's company. The hours quickly slipping away unnoticed as you laughed and talked beneath the starlit sky. The connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment. A bond of friendship and understanding blossoming into something deeper and more profound. Unfortunately, the celebration began to wind down. You found yourselves reluctant to part ways. The prospect of saying goodbye filling you with a sense of melancholy. "Perhaps we could extend our stay in Minas Tirith," Legolas suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of worry as if you wouldn’t accept. "There is still so much more to see and do. I have not seen this city without war disparaging it."

You nodded eagerly, the idea of spending more time with Legolas filling you with a sense of joy and excitement. "I would like that very much," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "There is still so much more we have yet to see. You distracted me tonight."

And so, you and Legolas remained in Minas Tirith for longer than planned, seizing every opportunity to steal away moments alone together amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. Whether wandering the streets hand in hand or sharing quiet conversations in secluded corners. Each moment spent in Legolas' company felt like a precious treasure, a memory to be cherished for eternity.

As your extended stay in Minis Tirith came to an end the bond between you and Legolas deepened further than you could have imagined. Your hearts intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. One evening beneath the stars after your going away dinner the two of you sat together in the quiet solitude of the gardens, surrounded by the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of crickets. The words you had been longing to say spilled forth from your lips.

"Legolas," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "there is something I must confess to you." It truly was now or never for you did not know the next time you would see the elf that had captured your heart so quickly.

Legolas turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, Y/n?" he replied, his voice soft and reassuring.

"I know this is quick,” you began, your voice soft and hesitant, "And we tend to do this slow, but I must admit... I really like you. More than a friend would."

You glanced away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you awaited his response. But when you dared to meet his gaze once more you found Legolas looking at you with a tender smile. His eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored your own feelings.

"Y/n," he said softly, reaching out to gently take your face in his hand, "your honesty means the world to me. I too have come to care for you deeply as well. As more than a friend would."

Your heart soared at his words. A sense of joy flooding through you at the knowledge that your feelings were reciprocated. And as you sat together in the quiet beauty of the gardens you knew that your bond with Legolas was something truly special. It was the beginning of a love story that was just beginning to unfold.

You didn’t want the night to end so you kept your wandering through the gardens. "Legolas," you began, your voice tinged with concern, "what do you think about... our families?"

Legolas glanced at you. His gaze thoughtful. "Ah, our esteemed parents," he replied with a wry smile. "Stubborn as ancient oaks and twice as difficult to move."

You couldn't help but laugh at his analogy, feeling a sense of relief at his lighthearted approach to the situation. "Yes, that's one way to put it," you agreed. A smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"But," Legolas continued, his tone turning more serious, "I believe they will come around in time. After all, love has a way of softening even the hardest of hearts."

You nodded feeling a flicker of hope kindling within you. "I hope you're right," you replied, leaning closer to him. "I just want them to see... how much we care for each other."

Legolas placed a comforting arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. "They will, Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "And until then, we'll just have to prove them wrong together."

As your time in Minas Tirith drew to a close, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was time for your parents and Legolas to meet. Despite the tension between your families, you were determined to show them that love knew no bounds, and that their differences could be set aside in the name of happiness.

On the morning that both of you were to depart you knew what you had to do. "Legolas," you began. Your voice tinged with nervousness, "I know it's unconventional, but... what if you and your father were to visit Lothlórien?"

Legolas blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your suggestion. "Visit Lothlórien?" he echoed, his brow furrowing in thought. "It's an... intriguing idea, Y/n, but I'm not sure how my father would feel about it."

You nodded, understanding Legolas' reservations. "I know it's a risk," you admitted, "but I believe that if he could experience the beauty and hospitality of Lothlórien for himself, he might begin to understand... and perhaps even appreciate our way of life."

Legolas considered your words for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "You may be right, Y/n," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "Let's extend the invitation to my father and see what he says."

With a renewed sense of hope, you and Legolas set about preparing for Thranduil's visit to Lothlórien. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to show both him and your parents that love could conquer even the deepest of divides. And so, with hearts full of anticipation and determination, you bid farewell to Minas Tirith. You knew that a new chapter of your journey was about to begin.

As Legolas and an initially reluctant Thranduil arrived in Lothlórien, the tension between them was palpable. Thranduil's expression was stoic and reserved, while Legolas wore a strained smile who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. You greeted them warmly, hoping to ease the atmosphere, but even your efforts seemed to fall flat in the face of the lingering animosity between your parents. The initial interactions were awkward only filled with polite but strained conversation and forced smiles.

But as the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely the atmosphere began to shift. Your parents, Thranduil, and Legolas found themselves gradually relaxing in each other's company. The rigid barriers between them slowly melting away under the influence of hope after the war and shared experiences. You watched with a mixture of joy and relief as the tension dissipated, replaced by laughter and genuine conversation. Thranduil who had initially been so guarded found himself opening up. He began to share stories and jokes with Celeborn and Galadriel as if they were old friends.

And Legolas, too, seemed to come alive in the warmth of his father’s acceptance. His smile growing more genuine with each passing moment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders finally allowing him to truly be himself in their presence. He chuckled at one of Thranduil's jokes and clinked glasses with Celeborn, a genuine smile gracing his features.

In the midst of the conversation Legolas turned to you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Meleth nin," he said softly, his voice filled with utmost warmth.

As Legolas inadvertently uttered the Elvish endearment, my love, the words hung in the air laden with the weight of unspoken emotions. Your heart skipped a beat at his slip-up, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through you.

"Really?" you exclaimed. Your eyes widened with surprise and utmost delight. For a moment you almost forgot that your parents and Legolas' father were present too caught up in the rush of emotion that swept over you.

Legolas blinked, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized what he had said in front of the parents. "I... uh, I mean..." he stammered, clearly flustered by your reaction.

But before he could finish, Thranduil let out a soft chuckle. The elvenking’s eyes twinkling with amusement. "It seems our children are more than just friends," he remarked to your parents. His tone surprisingly light-hearted.

You turned to your parents with a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I guess we should have mentioned that sooner," you admitted feeling a surge of relief as you saw their understanding smiles.

Celeborn and Galadriel exchanged knowing glances before Celeborn spoke up. "Love has a way of revealing itself in unexpected ways," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "We are happy for you both."

Thranduil let out a small chuckle. His eyes crinkling with amusement. "Young love," he said before shaking his head in mock exasperation. "It seems like only yesterday that Legolas was just a boy chasing after butterflies in the woods."

Legolas rolled his eyes playfully at his father's comment. "I assure you, Ada, I have grown up a bit since then," he spoke. His tone teasing but affectionate.

Celeborn chuckled softly his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Indeed," he agreed, his voice warm. "But some things never change." He motioned to you with a knowing grin.

And as the tension melted away completely, replaced by laughter, and shared understanding, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unwavering support of your parents. With their blessing and acceptance, you and Legolas knew that your love story was only just beginning. You were finally destined to have a beautiful and unforgettable journey filled with laughter, joy, and the sweet promise of a future together. You had waited a long time for this. A very long time.

As the night grew deeper and the fire crackled softly, you and Legolas found yourselves immersed in a comfortable silence. The two of you basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Legolas turned to you with a playful glint in his eyes, taking your hand in his. "Well, my dear, it seems the hour grows late," he remarked, his voice soft and warm.

You nodded feeling a surge of affection for the elf beside you. "Yes, it does," you replied, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

With a gentle tug on your hand Legolas rose to his feet pulling you up with him. "Allow me to escort you to your room," he said. His voice filled with gentle sincerity.

You followed him, the touch of his hand sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. As you reached your door, Legolas turned to you. His eyes sparkling with mischief. "Until next time, meleth nin," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before turning to leave.

A faint blush coated your cheeks at his actions. “Until next time, meleth nin.” You repeated. You watched him go with a smile playing at your lips as you realized that no matter what adventures lay ahead, you would face them with him. Oh, what a life.

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