#tw: legolas

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Yandere husband Thranduil (Romantic) x Reader wife pregnant for the second time x Yandere son Legolas (Platonic)

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"I'm pregnant" you announce in a cheery tone to your son, Legolas, who is shocked by the news as he never expected to have a younger sibling.

Coming to think of it, he is already an adult, 2900+ years old to be exact, so it's indeed a shocker to him.

But it made him jealous at the idea of having a younger sibling which will take all of your attention.

He didn't expect to leave with the fellowship and return back to find you pregnant.

"Is there something wrong, my love?" you ask him, gently placing your hand on his cheek, while the other hand is placed on your bump.

"No, I'm extremely happy, and I can't wait for the baby to be born, Naneth (mother)"

You smile, pulling your son into a hug, causing him to hug you back.

°°°°°°°

"Can I know why you decided to impregnate Neneth when your marriage is on the edge of collapsing, father?"

Thranduil smiles at his furious son, as he descended down the stairs of his throne, holding a cup filled with the finest Elvish wine.

"War is over and the ring has been destroyed, what is a better way to fix our marriage than to have a child"

"So, you decided to trap her with you?"

Thranduil moves a strand of his son's hair behind his shoulder as he stares directly into his son's eyes, smirking.

"You wouldn't be standing right here now if I didn't use this technique on her the first time"

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LoTR Characters Finding Out You Were in an Abusive Relationship

Sort of requested/mentioned by @autisticgenderworm and desired by yours truly, here is the other version of this reaction. I hope it brings comfort to anyone who needs it.

Warnings: mentions/implications of past abuse, but nothing graphic

Aragorn

Aragorn's pause sparks no concern. He is a pensive man and that is something you always loved about him, let alone any consideration the gravity of what you just shared. "And you gave your heart so freely, I have no doubt." He shakes his head. "That such a truly corrupt mind would try to take you. But that is just it: I see it in your eyes and I feel it in the way I am so lucky in your love. They can try, but they cannot break you. You are stronger than all the hate, all the avarice, in the world. You know this, do you not?" Eyes watering, you peer at him and blink. "Some days I feel so far from that." Aragorn nods. He reaches out and holds your cheek against his calloused palm and somehow it is the softest touch you've ever felt. "Our true strength is that we are never alone. You have so many who will fight for you. I will fight for you. You will be on no lead, your own person simply making our lives all the richer for it."

Legolas

Brows furrowing lightly, he tilts his head, fixing you with a look of deep sorrow. You see his hand raise, lower again hesitantly, so you reach out to take it. "I don't mean to frighten you," you tell him, "I'm sorry." “You have nothing to apologize for, my love. The burden rests solely on the one who took it upon themselves to hurt you. It was nothing you did. And I am not frightened. Rather I would have you feel safe.” “I do,” you tell him, “That is why I hoped you were not afraid. The last thing I would want is for you to see me differently. To be too much for you.” “Too much for me? No such thing,” Legolas teases with a little smile, “But truly I am just grateful you shared. If there is anything I do, anything I say, allow me to apologize now.” “That alone puts me at ease,” you reply, feeling yourself relax and breathe deeply once more as Legolas takes your hand.

Boromir

“Why?” “I- I don’t think there was a ‘why’,” you stuttered, “I could have done things differently, I suppose, but-” “No,” Boromir cuts you off, a hand reaching to gently caress your cheek, “Not you, my dear. Not you. Why would anyone seek to defile beauty? And kindness. Why indeed.” “I don’t know,” you answer helplessly, gaze falling from his, “I should have left sooner. I-I guess I was truly that lonely that I thought it was worth changing. It wasn’t.” A shaky, sardonic laugh escapes your lips. “Nobody should have to choose between lonely and pain,” Boromir laments, hands sliding down to take yours, “But we are here now, and I will give you everything you deserve.”

Gimli

“Where is the bastard? I have a selection of choice words for such a great blight upon this earth.” Gimli’s hands ball into fists at his sides as he speaks, his voice darkening a bit more with each passing word. You cannot help but smile at that even in spite of his tone. “I would be happy to introduce you if I knew,” you replied, “But I know not and care not.” “That’s my fire!” Gimli exclaims, pride coloring his tone and his very gaze upon you. “You don’t need me- my approval or my axe! But of course you have them both with equal enthusiasm. To look upon you is to see a flame most bright and most beautiful that nobody’s rain can extinguish.” It is you who steps forward first, pulling the dwarf into your arms, but it is Gimli who asks if he might kiss your beautiful lips. Just the asking is such a difference; of course you acquiesce.

Frodo

He says nothing at first, expression just softening and crumpling in pain. One fair hand extends and finds purchase upon your shoulder; Frodo’s touch melts you and he feels your relaxation beneath him. “Oh,” he speaks your name so softly, all but reverently, “For so long you have been my strength and yet you carried this.” “I didn’t know how to tell you,” you answer, “Didn’t want you to think badly of me.” “How could I? You asked for none of that. So often do these things happen against our will.” “Sometimes I wish I had never said yes when I did. So I would have never had to say no,” you tell him, crumpling into his arms. Frodo presses a kiss to the crown of your head. I often remember what Gandalf told me: ‘All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us’. They may have chosen to use their time to hurt and to wrestle control, but no longer. Time can only do so much healing, I know, but I will be here for you. Here for it all.”

Sam

"You can't mean... They didn't!" Anger flashes in Sam's typically docile green eyes. "I know," you reply, "I shouldn't have-" "You shouldn't have? The only person who shouldn't have was that monster! Don't you dare apologize for something you didn't do, alright? I don't want that sort of thing running through your head." Sam's last sentence emerged quietly. Trembled with an uncertain sadness. It broke you and made you whole all over again. You gave a small nod. "You're right." Sam looked up and met your eyes once more, returning the gesture with a bit more vigor. "I see that now, and that is all thanks to you. You love me like I deserve. Fight for me in all you do. When I am with you, Sam, I have the love I always thought was just a dream.” Tears rose in his eyes then even as his lips smiled. “And when I met you I thought the same: this has to be a dream.”

Merry

“They didn’t.” “Unfortunately,” you nod, gaze locked upon your feet, “They did. Sometimes I wonder what might have been different if I had-” “Don’t do that to yourself!” Merry cut you off, pausing for a moment as a look of remorseful surprise came over him. “That is to say we can’t change the past. Just like we can’t see the future. I may not have been there for your past, but I do know nothing that happened came of what you did. People like that, they have no shame. You are far too kind for someone like that. They took advantage of you. Made you feel bad and that’s all them. All right?” It was still difficult to believe sometimes, but Merry’s voice was nothing but convicted, and you trusted him. Swallowing, you nodded. “All right.” The hobbit opened his arms. “Come here.” You fell right in.

Pippin

"No." Eyes wide, he shakes his head and reaches for your hands. "No. How could- How could anybody..." "I don't know," you sigh, relaxing slightly as his thumbs ran over the backs of your hands, "Perhaps I should never have-" Pippin cut you off there. "It wasn't your fault. None of it was. There isn't a thing you could do to make any of that alright. And I swear to you that I will never do anything of the like. After all, who could even think of putting a precious gem like yourself down, hm?" At those last words, the soothing touch of his hands, your tearful expression broke into a shaky smile. "What did I do to deserve you?" You asked. "Don't worry," he replied, "I ask myself the same thing every day. I love you, you know. And I want to treat you like it. If I ever don't, please help me." The longer he spoke, his words faded closer and closer to a whisper, those lovely green eyes focused solely, searchingly, upon your gaze. Tears returning alongside your smile, you nodded. "You already do, Pippin. You already do."

Faramir

Brows furrowed, Faramir takes your hands at once, blue eyes gazing deeply into yours. "There are no words to lift the weight of it all. Nothing I can say but that your pain is mine and that I know how difficult it is to speak of such things. Thank you, truly, for sharing this with me. I want to be worthy of this. Of you." Worthy of you? Him? "You are more than worthy, Faramir." "And I wish to continue to live up to that for the sake of your beautiful heart. I wish for you to never feel unworthy again." His voice breaks and your heart does the same, knowing how similar your experiences were- Faramir was made to feel lesser for years. "I want the same for you," you run your hands over his gently with a tentative smile, "And I think deep down I knew you would understand. That no one else would understand like you. We can love each other more every day." "I like the sound of that," Faramir replies, his eyes shining nothing but love into yours.

Eomer

Even as your words fade, you catch the way his hands tighten into fists, tense slightly at the sight. "Coward. That worm had no honor whatsoever. And you...here you stand triumphant." "It does not always feel so," you admit, gaze falling. Eomer places a hand upon your shoulder. "We all have our scars. To escape, to be free... Why, that is the greatest show of strength. Is it not what we all fight for? And fight you did! Believe me when I tell you I am nothing but proud of you." Eomer's normally stoic expression rises into a smile, his hand sliding from your shoulder gently down your arm and finally to grasp your hand and bring it to his lips. "Nobody has the right to treat you like property. They should feel ashamed trying to tame a heart like yours. I would have it tempered. Let me act as your bellows, then, to stoke your fire of resiliency." His words do indeed fuel the embers in your heart, coax fire to them as they bring a small smile to your lips. "I would like that." "And let that scoundrel hope to never come within a league of this place while I draw breath."

Eowyn

“So cruel this world can be!” Eowyn cries out. “How can they not see all you have to offer? This will hardly erase the hurt, but I will say this: the loss is theirs.” Leaning in, her voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper at that last phrase, her lips raising in a tentative smile. “For your heart is strong and steadfast and your laugh is music to me. To have you by my side is naught but joy. So help me, I will never treat you as a belonging, put you in a cage. And if that is how you feel I would have you tell me." "Never," you answer her, "Nor would I do the same to you. I told you because I trust you to understand. Because I love you." She leans forward at this, connecting your foreheads; golden strands of hair tickle your cheek, but you mind not. "And I you," Eowyn breathes.

Haldir

Never have you seen Haldir's eyes darken such as they are now. A part of you wants to back away, but you know that his ire is not for you. Not when he shakes his head, looking at you with...not quite pity. Rather all that swims in his eyes as he turns back to you is a new understanding, something deep in the blue. His hands hover over you as if you are spun-glass, and with your eyelids fluttering shut you take them and rest them upon your hips. "I do not mean to trouble you with this news, I just..." "Trouble me? The only trouble I have is how badly I wish to punish anybody who hurts you." At that, he smirks a bit and you feel his hands grip you a bit tighter. A shiver runs down your spine at his words. "You know, I would hardly mind that at this point. Not exactly unearned. So this is no change to you?" "Only any changes you want me to make," Haldir answers.

Galadriel

Her face falls, but something in its look leads you to suspect she knew already. Galadriel's gifts lie far beyond your understanding. "Do not discount the light you bring to this world," her voice cuts through your thoughts, "For you remind me of its joys every day. There will always be those who seek to rob us of our light, but that is only to fill the darkness that is in their hearts. You are more than enough despite what they say. You need not trouble yourself with the words of lesser folk." Tears flood your eyes at her words and all you can do is nod, shakily smiling. You feel Galadriel's lips against one cheek, then the other, then upon the top of your head, and finally warmly and softly upon your lips. "I'm so lucky to have you," you tell her, and at that she shakes her head. "It is I who is the lucky one," she refutes with a mischievous but loving smile.

Elrond

For just a moment, his expression steels and you flinch back, but only for a moment before it’s softened like never before and falling. Pain. That is the only word to describe what crosses Elrond’s face. He feels your pain. Stepping closer, the Lord of Rivendell opens his arms, and with a tearful smile you fall into them, into the silken softness of his robe and the gentle warmth of his hold. “Healing takes time. I have time. And here I shall be to grant you peace as best I can. Please do not hesitate to ask it of me. If you ask it and it is within my power, I shall grant it.” “I’d like to stay like this,” you reply, words muffled by the cushion of your cheek to his chest, the sound of Elrond’s soothing heartbeat in your ear. “As would I,” he agrees softly.

Arwen

“Meleth nîn,” she addresses you softly, brows furrowed in concern, “You endured all that?” At her words, you just nod, gripping her hands a bit tighter. She gives yours a gentle squeeze in response. “Your strength knows no bounds. Fear not, for by my side you can take all the time you need. I can wait, you know.” At that, she giggles and you smile. You are, after all, in love with not only the fairest of beings but one immortal by nearly all accounts. Her smile alone brings you so much comfort. “You are the one I have chosen and I will not take that for granted. You are a gift and that anyone would cast that aside is folly.”

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How Different Lotr Characters Show Love to their S/O Through Love Languages (Part 1)

(Requests are open!)

Characters Included: Galadriel, Aragorn, Legolas, Faramir, Arwen, and Eowyn.

Galadriel:

Physical touch 

I am a “Galadriel loves giving and reciprocating physical touch” truther. She loves being near you and showing love through her hands, fingers, and lips. She holds your hand when you’re walking together, and she always makes sure to kiss you goodbye if she has to rush off. When you two are resting together, she loves intertwining her body with yours so she can play with your hair, give you kisses, and feel the skin to skin contact physical touch provides. Her touches are always gentle, and she really makes sure that you’re comfortable with any and all touches she gives you.

Aragorn:

Acts of Service 

Aragorn loves doing things for you. It doesn’t mean you never do anything yourself, but if you need something done Aragorn will get it done. He’s always asking if you’re stressed about anything on your schedule or “plate” and if you are, he’ll see to it that he completes that task in your stead. He’s also shows this love language in smaller ways, such as helping you off your horse or making the bed in the morning. Just little things that need done frequently to ease your mind a bit.

Legolas:

Quality Time 

Any time spent with you is Legolas’ favorite time. He enjoys afternoons walking with you in the forest or long dinners spent talking. If you’re feeling outgoing, he takes you out to festivals and makes sure to schedule in some events to go to. If you’d rather not do anything particularly adventurous, he planned days inside to tell you stories or to care for each other’s hair. 

Faramir:

Gift Giving 

Faramir shows his love for you by giving you things that make him think of you. You have an accumulation of rocks and pressed flowers that he has found for you on the road when traveling, as well as many hand-written notes he’s written for you. He also spares no expense on holidays or your birthday because it gives him an excuse to shower you with gifts. Times like those are his favorite times of the year. 

Arwen: 

Quality Time 

Arwen cherishes any time spent with those she loves, and you are no exception. Her favorite pastime is to go hose back riding with you! She loves the carefree environment and seeing you so relaxed and free. She also likes to race with you on occasion to see how you’ve both improved in your riding. Other times she sets up an area for the two of you to share, laying in each other’s presence and kissing each other occasionally (but passionately).

Eowyn: 

Words of Affirmation 

Eowyn knows what it feels like to need validation and reassurance, so she does her best to provide it for you! She has the right things to say when you’re having a rough time, and she offers plenty of praise when you’re doing well. And especially loves complimenting you when you tell her that you’ve made progress with mental health/healing. She’s happy when you’re thriving and her words reflect that! 

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the fellowship of the ring and how they are on a night out drinking (obvs tw for alcohol mentions!)

Aragorn;

likes a range of different drinks but tends to stick with beer

normally the most sober in the group, unless its just the three hunters, in which he is smashed to prove a point to gimli

drunk crier when hes alone

designated driver (arwen ends up picking them all up most of the time anyway)

holds his alcohol like a champ, never once seen throwing up even after the craziest nights

gets crazy hangovers though

Legolas;

loves a good fruity cocktail or wine

though he'll drink pretty much anything

and i mean anything. you could hand this elf a mixture of beer, moss and horse hair and he'd down it with an 'aight bet'

stomach of steel

somehow still pristine even after way too many shots to be healthy for anyone

only gets drunk on elf wine

hangovers? what's that?

the type to wake the others up at 7am the morning after to make him food

Gimli;

similar to aragorn, likes beer but will drink anything as long as its alcohol

gets WAY too into drinking games, one tease from a hobbit or elf and suddenly theyre 5 pints in

does not hold his alcohol that well, no matter what he says

passes out at a certain point and does not move for at least 10 hours. like he becomes a whole rock. just there. one time sam freaked out because he thought gimli was dead

wakes up in pain but soldiers through, makes THE best hangover pancakes

Boromir;

cider enjoyer

normally one of the more sober of the group at the start, then the first to descend into madness

is the one to suggest they play the drinking games, chaos unfolds

always ends up being dared into something dumb, later denies this

eggs the others on, also later denies this

wakes up with a killer headache

'im never doing that ever again' proceeds to do it again

'ill take this one easy guys' spoiler alert he does not take this one easy

offers to carry the hobbits home, they make it one street before getting picked up by the others

Frodo;

likes a good old pint from the green dragon

honestly anything thatll get his mind off of Things

happy to just sit and watch the chaos

gets weirdly philosophical after a few too many, dont let him near legolas they will start speaking in riddles even gandalf is lost on

always prepared with hangover remedies bilbo recommended him

Samwise;

the sensible one

also likes a variety of wines

likes to sing songs with everyone

gets anxious over getting too drunk

doesn't really know whats going on is just here to be with his friends and have fun :)

makes sure everyone drinks plenty of water and gets home safe

if he gets REALLY drunk he might cry over his potatoes. dont worry though, mr frodo, he knows just how to grow more even better next season

Merry;

another who'll drink literally anything, though he has lots of opinions and recommendations on what the best brands are

gets louder the more he drinks, especially once the songs start

him and pip are a 2 hobbit band, once they start a song theyre off.

on the tables, singing and drinking with a full planned dance routine to match

loves a good gossip, shares all the tea from the shire

do NOT let him and pippin start with the shots it will not end well for anybody

is one of the drunkest and yet never gets a hangover

Pippin;

drinks whatever the others order

a very giggly drunk

tries to sneak in a few pranks, always gets caught but no one really minds

plays all the games, sings all the songs, is just there for a good time

first to start singing, the first to get up on a table

needs to be carried home, will collapse laughing at some point and not get up

avoids the hangovers by just sleeping for hours and hours, always mia until the next evening after a night out

Gandalf;

prefers his pipeweed to drinking

though hes been seen with a glass in his hand at more than a few events

only person im the fellowship whos seen him drunk was pippin, who witnessed him shove a wild squirrel up his hat before winking and running away

everyone thinks pippin is joking, except legolas who's just been around long enough to think 'yeah that checks'

pip now has a phobia of squirrels ('but merry, what if he enchanted them!! what if he has a secret squirrel army!!')

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Your Mother Loved You

Summary:

Legolas and his Mother, the Queen of Mirkwood, are attacked by a hoard of orcs during one of their strolls through the forest. The Queen does all she can to save her child but is hurt during the battle. Will Thranduil find his wife and son in time or will he fade away from a broken heart?

CHAPTER 1:

Since his mother’s passing from protecting her only child from the wrath of a hoard of oncoming orcs, Legolas’ heart has never fully healed from the loss. Especially as he felt responsible for her death, he was but a child when it happened, yet he remembers it as though it had occurred recently. The last time he saw his mother was during one of their many strolls in the Mirkwood forest, she hoisted his small child-like form up into a dense tree for safety as she felt the rumble of the orc’s footsteps within the ground around her. Her elven ears picked up on their vicious snarls and knew there was no time to run. Kissing her son’s forehead before helping him hide in the trees, she unsheathed a dagger from her right boot ready to fight to her last breath, taking down as many orcs as she could before a sword ran her through from behind. Upon hearing her gasp, Legolas gently moved a branch from his view to peer down at his dying mother who was now lying on the ground, struggling to breathe as the orc sword pierced one of her lungs. Looking up in the direction of her son, she saw him risking exposure to look upon her dying form and felt his tears fall upon her face as he watched her pass into the halls of Mandos.

Trying to withhold his sobs, Legolas gently let go of the branch he had moved aside and curled into a ball on the branch he was lying on. He was desperately trying to forget the sound his mother made upon being slain and the look in her eyes as she departed this world, leaving him and his father behind. When he could no longer hear the sound of orcs and was sure he was out of immediate danger, Legolas let out a series of heartbreaking sobs and tried to take several deep breaths in between to control his breathing which he was struggling to catch. Fear and grief overtook him and the wind whispering through the trees lulled him into a deep sleep.

He awoke to a distant sound he recognised instantly. Opening his eyes and looking up at the stars that shone upon him and his mother’s body below, Legolas determined that he had been asleep, escaping the horror of his new reality, for many hours. It explained why the familiar voice he could hear on the air was out here searching for him and his mother as this person rarely left the security of the palace. His father, Thranduil, the King of the Woodland Realm, was yelling out for his mother who would never hear his plead, never answer his call. Knowing this, Legolas tried to find the courage to yell out to his father himself. He filled his lungs and opened his mouth to scream for help, but nothing came out. The thought of his father finding his mother lifeless, on the ground covered in blood broke the young elf. He did not wish that on anyone, especially his father who he loved so much. No, he would not call out but instead allow his father a few moments more of ignorance before his heart and soul would inevitably break and shatter his world as it did his own.

It wasn’t long before another elf, one of the guards, tracked the orc’s footsteps and discovered the scene of the fight. Upon sighting the fallen Queen, the guard yelled for his King to come quickly. Thranduil heard the distress in his guard’s voice and ran quickly to reach him, eyes widened in fear when he looked upon his wife’s body. He ran to her lifeless form, fell to the ground, picked her up and cradled her in his arms, and desperately checked for any sign of life; a slight breath, a weakened pulse. The King found nothing except closed eyes that would never again look upon him with all the love in the world and blue lips that he would never again get to caress with his own. His wife, the Queen of Mirkwood, and the mother of his child had been slain. Stolen from him and his son. His son. Thranduil looked up from sobbing into his wife’s hair and remembered that Legolas had been with her during this time.

“My son! Find him now! Find Legolas and bring him to me. No one rests until he is home!” Thranduil’s voice ripped through the forest and his guards instantly dispersed in search of the prince. Fearing the worst, Thranduil still cradling his wife’s body, rocking back and forth looked up to the heavens with tears streaming down his face and whispered a prayer, “Please bring him home. Give him back to me with his soul intact or return his body so he may rest with her. Oh Valar, I beg of you. Let me find Legolas.” With these words and the realisation that his son may have also perished, Thranduil shut his eyes tight, folded his lips in between his teeth and bit them as more powerful sobs threatened to break through with the fear of not knowing if Legolas was alive or dead. While weeping over his deceased wife, he heard a voice above him. It was soft, filled with fear and sorrow, yet the word was unmistakable.

“Ada… Ada, I’m up here. Please help me”, the young elf prince managed to utter through his distress. Legolas had not dared look down upon his father when he heard him below. It was an image that he knew he would not be able to cope with or heal from. Instead, he waited for the right moment to call out to his father after the initial shock he knew the King would experience.

Thranduil’s head snapped up to look above him from where he thought he heard his son’s voice. Gently, he kissed the forehead of his dead wife before placing his left hand behind her head and his right over her left shoulder to reach behind her back as he slowly moved from beneath her body before lowering her down onto the cold forest floor. Standing up, he took a deep breath to withhold the sobs that wanted to escape him. Thranduil looked straight above him into the dense branches of the tree. He reached up and was just able to touch a few of the lower-hanging branches to push them aside. His breath caught in his throat and his heart momentarily stopped as he looked upon his young son who was still curled up on himself lying on his side, trembling, protected by the thickness of the tree which held him for most of the day. Releasing his breath and closing his eyes in relief as he hung his head down for a moment, Thranduil quietly thanked Valar for protecting his son and returning him to his side.

“Legolas. Ion nin. Oh, my precious son… will you come down to me?”, Thranduil gently asked as he reached up for his child. He felt the branches above him move and suddenly two little hands grasped his own as he stretched up to further his reach to catch his son. Legolas lightly fell into his father’s arms and felt the embrace around his small body tighten to the point of almost hurting. He felt his father’s legs give way and they both fell to the ground still in the safety of each other’s embrace. Thranduil pulled away slightly from Legolas to look at him, ensuring that no physical harm had come to his son. He looked into Legolas’ eyes and saw nothing but pain, loss, fear, and confusion. This was enough to send Thranduil over the edge and he was again sobbing as he pulled Legolas to his chest, holding him as though if he let go for a moment, he’d lose his son too. Legolas wasn’t able to hold back his own emotions any longer and violently cried into his father’s shoulder, desperately grasping the clothing on his back to anchor him in place in the safety of his father’s lap.

“Adar, she’s gone. Nana is gone, isn’t she?” Legolas whispered.

Grasping the back of his son’s head to hold him tightly and placing his cheek on the side of his face, Thranduil responded through his tears, “She has gone to the halls of Mandos.”

Trembling from hearing the confirmation spoken out-loud, Legolas tried looking up at his father, “It’s my fault, Adar. It’s my fault she got killed. I should have helped. I have some training that could have helped her face the orcs but she hid me up in the tree instead. She’s dead and it’s all my fault!”. The prince upon making this declaration started hyperventilating from the shock and reality of the situation. As he spoke the words, the sounds of his mother fighting the orcs returned to his mind. The gasp she made as her life was taken. The fear in her eyes as she passed from this world plagued his mind. Suddenly, he felt his father’s hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“Legolas, you hear me now. Your mother did the only thing she could do in that situation. She protected you. She put you out of harm's way and by doing so, gave herself the best chance possible. She could not have fought as she did with the worry for you in battle also on her mind. By hiding you in this tree, she gave you both the best chance she could, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Yes, she is gone but she ensured that you would be alive. My son, nothing of this is or will ever be your fault. Don’t you ever think about diminishing her sacrifice as a mother by putting blame onto yourself. She performed admirably and must be honored as such. Do you hear me? Your mother loved you. More than anything. More than life”. Thranduil searched his son’s eyes for understanding before gently placing his forehead against Legolas’ and helping to regulate their breathing.

Hearing footsteps of his guards approach, Thranduil brought his son close to his chest once more. He glanced up to see his captain, Feren, looking upon him with Legolas in his arms. “My Lord, I heard you speaking during our search for the prince. I came to check upon the situation and am relieved you found him alive.” Legolas would not look up at the guard out of fear of glancing at his mother’s body. He kept his head in his father’s chest as he listened to the conversation. “Recall your company”, Thranduil said. “Let us return to the safety of the palace before the sun rises. My son needs rest”. Feren sounded the horn, alerting the remaining guards still searching for the prince to return to him where he stood next to Thranduil.

“My Lord, the Queen. Would you have us carry her back? It would be my honor through my deep sorrow that is coursing through my heart”, Feren asked hesitantly.

Thranduil felt Legolas’ grip tighten at Feren’s words and his small body began to sob once again. Gently caressing his son’s hair and slowly rocking his child in his embrace to help soothe him, Thranduil responded, “Thank you, Feren. Please. Take care with her. I will see her at the palace in the healer’s quarters on the morrow. Tonight my son needs me as I need him.” With that, whilst cradling his child, Thranduil rose from the ground and proceeded to walk towards the safety of his home. He shielded Legolas’ vision from the view of his wife while he whispered his goodbye to her on his way past, “Sleep well, my love. For we shall meet again in the halls of Mandos. Rest now and await my arrival”. Legolas listened to his father’s words not fully understanding their meaning. What did he mean they shall meet again? Was it possible?

As these questions entered Legolas’ mind, he found himself quickly being lulled to sleep by the gentle swaying of his father’s walking pace as they made their way home. With his head resting against the King’s shoulder and arms cast around and linked behind his neck, Thranduil felt his son’s body grow heavy and he knew Legolas had fallen asleep in his arms. During the walk back home whilst carrying his sleeping son, Thranduil allowed a few more silent tears to escape down his face. “You're safe, ion nin.”, Thranduil whispered, “No harm shall come to you for as long as I draw breath. You are loved beyond measure, and I shall do all within my power to help you heal from the horrors of this day.”. He kissed the top of his son’s head. “I promise, my love, your sacrifice will not be in vain. I shall protect him as you did.” Thranduil said as he looked to the stars.

It was a promise that was heard all the way to the halls of Mandos as a gust of wind embraced the two grieving elves. At that moment, Thranduil closed his eyes briefly and acknowledged the response. He knew his Queen was ok and still looking out for their son. He felt it within the forest and himself as he opened his eyes again and saw the outline of the entrance to his kingdom.

[megalomari]

The Spider King and the Human that keeps "accidentally" getting lost in his forest.

made for the Barduil October Prompts by @bi-widower-dads !!

I'm obsessed with this concept, I made more sillies:

[legolasghosty]

kiss out of spite for willex plz and thank you (if this isn't too late I'm so behind lol)

You are absolutely not too late!!! I'm just very behind, lol! Hope you enjoy!

"Hey Hotdog," Willie says as he slides onto the bench beside his boyfriend, his board under his arm.

"Hi," Alex responds, that familiar smile crossing his face as he leans in to peck them gently on the mouth in greeting. "How was the ride over?"

"Great, all the dogs are out!" Willie answers. One of the things that makes this cafe one of his and Alex's date spots is that it's not too far to walk (or skate) to from either of their apartments. And the warm, spring weather makes it an easy place to meet up.

Alex laughs. "Oh I know, Reggie hasn't stopped texting the guys and I pictures all day."

Willie claps a hand to his chest in mock offense. "And he hasn't sent any to me?! I thought we were friends."

"Nope, you've been spared the spam of puppy pictures, he definitely likes you more than me," Alex argues lightly.

"What, you don't appreciate him sharing the cuteness of his day with you?" Willie teases.

The barista calls out Alex's name before the drummer can reply. Alex holds up a finger, as if to say Hold that thought, then rises and heads for the counter. Willie glances towards the menu board. Right, cafe, he should probably get something. They wonder if that new chocolate thing comes in decaf.

"Okay, I got one of the berry lemonades and one of this dutch chocolate mocha," Alex says, placing a tall glass and a large mug on the table. "Which do you want?"

Willie feels their face warming as they realize that Alex ordered drinks for both of them. "Um, I'm good with either," he says, trying to translate the way his heart skips a beat into a smile Alex can read. "Thank you."

Alex groans playfully. "Look, we both know I can't make decisions, so pick a drink, Covington." He sits down on the bench beside Willie and nudges both drinks in their direction.

Willie hesitates, glancing back and forth between the cups. "This is decaf, right?" he asks after a second, tapping the rim of the mug.

"Yep, can't have you going hyper or me throwing up," Alex confirms.

"I'll try that one then," Willie decides, wrapping both hands around the hot ceramic and lifting it.

"Perfect," Alex declares, taking a sip of the lemonade. "You'll have to tell me if it's good though, looked interesting."

"Will do." Willie takes a sip of the beverage, recoiling slightly when it burns their tongue. "Thank you," they repeat.

"Of course," Alex says, though the pink in his cheeks betrays his casual tone. "Gotta keep my partner well hydr-" He cuts himself off, probably realizing that drinking coffee is the opposite of hydrating. "Happy to," he finishes after a second.

Willie lets it go, since Alex already seems embarrassed. "So about all those dog pictures Reggie sent you," they hint instead, raising an eyebrow.

Alex chuckles, seeming glad for the change of topic. "What, you want to see them that bad?" he questions, incredulous. "There's a lot of them."

"Gimme!" Willie declares, reaching for the pocket of Alex's pink hoodie, where his phone usually resides.

"Okay okay okay," Alex giggles, holding up one hand in surrender while grabbing the device with the other.

He unlocks it and leans closer so Willie can see the screen. Feeling brave, Willie wraps an arm around his waist to guide him even closer. Alex's ears are turning pink, but he carefully slips his own arm around Willie's shoulders.

"So..." Alex hums, scrolling back through the Sunset Curve group chat on his phone, past dozens of pictures and messages. "Yeah all of this is from today," he continues, still scrolling. "But here's the first one I think."

Willie coos at the blurry picture of a couple of golden labs wrestling near a playground. Next is a spaniel on a walk with their human. Then a dog walker being nearly dragged across the sidewalk by four dogs of various sizes. Willie laughs at that one.

Alex scrolls down to the next one, but someone loudly clearing their throat pulls both of their attention away from the screen. On the other side of their table stands a tall, white man in jeans and a flannel shirt. He also has a very deep frown on his face.

"Hey, what's up?" Willie asks cautiously. He feels Alex's arm tense around his shoulders.

"What's 'up'," the guy snaps, putting air quotes around the second word, "is that you two are being all rowdy over here and bothering my family."

The guy has a slight southern accent, but the look on his face is anything but hospitable. Willie glances across the cafe to see a woman and three kids, probably all under the age of 10, a few tables away. The kids are making more noise than he and Alex were though.

"Sorry," Alex says quickly. "We weren't trying to, we'll be quieter."

The guy doesn't seem satisfied by that, which doesn't surprise Willie. They're pretty sure they know what this is actually about.

"You'd better get real quiet," the man says, taking a step closer. "I don't need you people exposing my kids to all your unnatural tenancies."

Willie feels Alex shrinking into their side and resists the urge to punch this guy in the face. Sure, they're both well aware that jerk homophobes are everywhere. But right now? Really? Alex is barely back from having to spend a weekend with his homophobic parents for a family reunion. Can't this jerk just mind his own business?

"With all due respect," Willie responds, his tone icy, "I think your kids aren't going to be eternally traumatized by me and my boyfriend being on a date while they're drinking hot chocolate in the same cafe. Please leave us alone."

"You people got some nerve," the man growls, one fist clenching.

Willie slides the hand that isn't on Alex's waist into his pocket, reaching for his pepper spray.

"Sure, we have guts," Alex cuts in, startling both the man and Willie. "But not because we're doing anything wrong. We're brave for still being out here when people like you are here too. People who want us dead just because we're queer."

Willie feels a rush of pride for his boyfriend in his chest. They know just how much Alex has had to fight against the homophobia drilled into him from an early age. They know all about how much pain it causes him when his parents continue to pretend that he isn't gay. They know how terrifying these situations are for the both of them. And Alex is standing up for them anyways.

"Yeah, and we're not going anywhere," Willie adds, feeling Alex's trembling. "It's not like being gay is anything new. It's just a part of humanity, whether you like it or not. So you might as well give up and leave us alone, because your big man act is just pathetic." He channels every bit of his dad into that last sentence. "Now either leave us be or we'll call the cops."

The guy splutters for a minute, then storms off. Alex just stares after him for a long moment, then turns to Willie with a nervous smile.

"You okay?" the drummer asks, brushing a strand of hair away from their face.

"Yeah, you?" Willie responds, catching Alex's hand with their own.

Alex nods. "I think so. I just wasn't really expecting that I guess."

"Me either," Willie says, taking in a deep breath.

He glances back over at the man's table to see him snapping at his kids to finish their drinks so they can leave. They can't help the smirk that pulls at their lips. The two of them did that. They stood up to that jerk and drove him off. Together.

"You did great," he tells Alex, squeezing his hand.

"Right back at you," Alex chuckles, his smile growing a bit. The drummer steals a look over at the other table as well. "Geez, sucks to be that guy's kids," he comments.

"Yeah," Willie agrees sadly. "Maybe he'll get better?"

Alex just shakes his head. Willie wonders if he reminded the drummer of his dad at all. But now isn't for thinking about jerks, they tell themself. Today is for having fun and being back together.

"Hey, you wanna tick that dude off a bit more?" Willie asks, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

Alex huffs a laugh. "Depends, what did you have in mind?"

Instead of verbally answering, Willie moves his arm from Alex's waist to cup the back of his neck. They move in closer, pausing a few inches away from his face to wait for an answer. Alex smirks and closes the distance between them in a warm, solid kiss.

Willie lets go of Alex's hand to cup his jaw as the drummer's fingers slide into their hair. It's firm and steady and it's not long before they're both smiling too much to keep kissing. The glare the homophobe shoots them as he herds his family out the door just makes them laugh.

"I missed you," Alex breathes into the space between them. "I know I wasn't actually gone for that long, but..."

"I get it," Willie responds softly. "I missed you too."

They separate fully after another minute. Willie's coffee is getting cold, but they don't really mind. "So my place after this?" he suggests. "We can get takeout for dinner and watch some cheesy gay romcom or something?"

"Sounds perfect," Alex agrees.

The End

[legolastaint]

Legoland and Sluttershy

[graceofgondor]

sometimes i get asked "how do you interpret the woodland queen/her relationship with thranduil?" and to that i ask have you ever witnessed the lucy gray arc.

yeah.

[tathrin]

Quick little sketch for that Eurydice/Orpheus-inspired Gimleaf fic:

[antvnger]

🎶They're taking the hobbits to Isengard! They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!

What did you say?

The Hobbits, the Hobbits, the Hobbits, the Hobbits

To Isengard, to Isengard!

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic! Father Legolas x Half Elf! Reader

After Tauriel and the heartbreak that followed, Legolas found himself falling for a human woman, resulting in your birth.

Legolas is happy, even though your mother passed away after a while of your birth.

The Mirkwood prince would be seen by your side, playing your silly games.

To be truthful, he doesn't want you to feel insecure about his love towards you, he wants to form that bond where you are dependent on him.

Let us just say that Thranduil is less than pleased about you being a part human, but warmed up to you eventually... After Elrond scolded him.

The problem in being half-elf is that you age like a human.

So, it's very hard for your father to see you grow up into an eighteen year old.

Legolas realized that you also still have to choose between becoming rather a full elleth or a full human.

He believed that you would choose to become an elleth once you reach adulthood.

But, he is shocked to find out that you wish to become a full human.

All of that because of a human lover.

Instead of being a decent father like Elrond, and accepting your lover.

He kills your lover without your knowledge, and firms it on an orc, which forced you choose to become an elleth instead of a human.

Nobody knows that Legolas is the one who killed your lover except for Thranduil, who is smug about the whole situation.

"Now, you know how I felt about Tauriel"

[stormchaser819]

This is probably my favorite fanfiction I’ve read about Thranduil and Legolas. It’s pretty whumpy but so good!

[imagine-all-the-elves]

Imagine having round after round of sex with Legolas, trying to conceive another heir for Mirkwood. You're absolutely exhausted by the end of it, and Legolas climbs on top for the last round, before he, too, is finally finished.

Author: Anonymous

Artist: JankaLateckova

[fellowshipofthefics]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aragorn & Legolas Greenleaf Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Arathorn II, Gilraen (Tolkien), Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Legolas Greenleaf, Original Characters Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, What-If, Slavery, Alternate Universe - Slavery, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Temporary Amnesia, Friendship, Developing Friendships, Family Reunions, Family Feels Summary:

When hope is lost, has it really abandoned Elrond and his family? Or is it waiting just around the corner?

[lovestruckelf]

Your Mother Loved You (Chapter 2)

Summary:

Suffering from the loss of the Queen many decades later, Thranduil and Legolas still search for ways to cope with the loss while Thranduil struggles to take on the role of both parents while protecting his kingdom and raising his son. Legolas realises there may be a way to see his mother again.

Chapter 2

Many decades had passed since that horrific day that still laid heavily on young Legolas’ heart, mind, and soul. His father who had previously not been as active in his upbringing and usually left the affection and emotional development to his mother, became present and involved in all aspects of his son's upbringing. Thranduil took upon himself the role of two parents as best he could and gave as much time to his now motherless son as his position allowed. Many nights the King would find himself rushing to Legolas’ room to calm his sleeping child who was reliving the loss of his mother in his dreams. Legolas’ screams could be heard throughout the royal hallways and each time his father secured him in the safety of his arms and gently rocked him back and forth, whispering words of comfort that would penetrate the horrific dreams until they faded away and allowed his son to rest.

These nights were becoming fewer and fewer as time passed, however, the emotional and physical toll they were having on the King was starting to show. As he promised his son and the spirit of his wife that he would be there for their child, to help Legolas heal from the trauma of losing her in such a violent way, Thranduil pushed his own emotional needs to the side. He never really took the time his heart needed to begin it’s own healing journey as he prioritised his son above himself. The nights when Legolas was able to rest peacefully and dream of better days were the nights that hit Thranduil hardest, as his own memories of that night would flood his mind since his son was not providing a distraction. The sensation of her cold, lifeless body against his warm skin as he held her against him, trying to will the life back into her. The sight of her blood which had soaked the front and back of her mauve-coloured dress from where the sword had penetrated her body from behind and pierced through to the front. The fear of momentarily believing that his son had also been killed before finding him alive and safe within the embrace of his forest. These memories plagued the King more deeply than he realised and it wasn’t until he was alone that he allowed them to take over.

Grabbing a pitcher of wine, Thranduil started to pour himself a drink into a chalice. As the wine was flowing from the pitcher into the chalice, Thranduil realised that this particular cup was the one he drank from on the night of his wedding. His mind had wandered briefly to that time, remembering how he embraced his new wife as they slowly swayed to the sound of elvish music, listening to words and melodies wishing them a long, happy life together. The wine spilled over the top of the chalice bringing Thranduil’s attention back to the present. He was a widow, left behind to face the ages of this world alone. He threw the pitcher against a wall, shattering it causing shards of glass and drops of wine to scatter across his chambers. Looking back down to the chalice, he picked up the over-full cup and hurled it at the mirror which also shattered, pieces falling to the floor and fragmenting upon impact, making his chambers even more unsafe to be in.

Falling to the floor, Thranduil placed his hands over his face and let out a blood-curdling scream whilst leaning over until his forehead touched the ground. Upon hearing the shattering glass and scream from his King, Feren rushed through the door of the King’s chambers.

“My Lord! Is everything alr….”. Feren’s voice faltered as he took in the sight of his broken King and friend. Tears forming in his eyes which he quickly brushed away as this was not the time for his own emotions to surface. “My Lord, I am sorry. Do you wish me to leave?”.

Thranduil’s breath was shaking in his chest as he sat up on the heels of his feet and looked at his captain before staring into the fireplace. “Why was she taken from me, from our son, Feren? How could Valar have allowed her to suffer as she did during her end? Did she not serve her people, her Kingdom well enough to earn her path to the Undying Lands? Why am I here while she is not? And Legolas, my precious boy, endured and continues to harbor so much trauma from that day while I can do nothing but offer reassurance and comfort while craving such support myself. How do I go on, knowing that the wrong parent was taken that day? She would have protected Mirkwood just as well as I while raising Legolas far better than I ever could. She was our sun, our strength, and our healer. How does life continue without a sun?”. Thranduil’s words struck Feren in his heart and he could not find the words nor the will to respond. Instead, he walked towards his King who was still kneeling on the glass-covered floor, and placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder.

“My Lord, our sun has faded. Your people have felt it every day since the loss of our Queen. But, with your undying love for Legolas, a new sun shall rise within him, and with that, warmth will once again spread through this kingdom as he embraces his mother’s spirit more and more with time. The Queen lives, my King. She is felt within each word you impart on your people; with each embrace you give the prince. Her body is gone but her spirit has never left yours nor your son’s sides and her strength remains within the hearts of your people. Do not falter, my Lord, for she would not have allowed that. To see you like this would surely have broken her heart.” Upon speaking those words, rain could be heard gently falling outside, almost as if they were the tears of the Valar itself. Feren felt the touch of a hand reach up to clasp the top of his own that was still resting on his King’s shoulder. Letting out a sigh, Thranduil stood up and faced his captain.

“Feren, I never thanked you for what you did for my wife that evening. It did not occur to me how difficult bringing her back home in that manner would have been for both you and the guards. You did so with the utmost respect and loyalty to your Queen. I can feel in your words how this loss has affected you, even after all this time. You share this emptiness with myself, my son, and all who loved her.” Thranduil brought Feren into his space, holding one of his captain’s forearms with one of his hands and the back of Feren’s head with the other. The King touched his forehead to his captains as a sign of understanding and respect.

“My Lord, it was my duty and my honor.” Feren said as they moved back from one another, taking in the exhausted appearance of the King’s eyes. “With your permission, I will watch over Legolas this evening so you can sleep. Your son and your kingdom need you and you must be rested in order to continue performing admirably.” Thranduil closed his eyes and gently nodded his head, acknowledging Feren’s request and taking on board his words. “That would be appreciated, Feren. Thank you. It seems perhaps that this night is one of the better ones for Legolas as he continues to sleep soundly. I shall assist my rest this evening with medicinal tea. Perhaps she will appear to me during my deep sleep and fill me with words of encouragement.”

“In that case, my Lord, I shall take my leave. Rest peacefully, for the sun shall rise again” Feren turned around to leave the King’s chambers. As he headed for the doors to make his exit, he failed to hear the gentle steps of a young elf running away down the hall. Legolas had heard and seen everything that had transpired within his father’s chambers, after being woken up from the sounds of glass shattering. Reaching his bed, the prince quickly jumped in and pulled the covers up over his head out of fear that Feren had heard him scurry away and would be coming to check on him. When he heard no one approaching, Legolas pulled down the covers to his shoulders and turned over so he was looking up at the ceiling. His mind replayed all that was said between his father and the captain. Then he remembered the words his father uttered on the night of his mother's passing: “…we shall meet again in the halls of Mandos. Rest now and await my arrival”. Those words his father had spoken whirled through the young prince’s mind every day since that moment and now tonight, his father once again noted that he would see her in his sleep after taking a medicinal tea, a tea that elves of Legolas’ age were not permitted to ingest as their young forms would not be able to break down the properties effectively.

In that moment, Legolas knew what he needed to do. Like the King, he also needed his mother’s comfort and if it were possible to reach her again as his father kept implying, he would find her by any means necessary. The prince closed his eyes in the hopes of being able to drift off to a peaceful sleep while in his mind, he set out a plan to gather what he needed for the following evening. Tomorrow, while his father was busy with his council, Legolas would find this medicinal tea so he could look upon his mother and hopefully fall into her arms once more.