this is why Thranduil doesn’t leave Middle Earth right after BotFA. he has his daughter’s health and healing to protect, and is in a unique position to do so

Alphes woke alone, reaching. "Tauriel?" She cried, voice barely there, then with more desperation and strength, "Tauriel?" "She is not here." Haerel answered her call. Brun braids and olive skin, nervous hands and stitched face. "Where is she?" Alphes croaked, chest impossibly tight. She wanted her, wanted her, wanted her. The soldier swallowed thickly. "Gone. She's gone." Feeling for the support of an armrest, he fell into a chair beside her. "She left the morn after the battle. Slipped away in the twilight. I saw her go." Alphes turned her eyes to the caved ceiling: unfamiliar white, a tent. She was in a cot. Fine fabric of clothes and a thin sheet stung her skin. Fragrant herbs caught in her nose. The rest of the camp was quiet outside walls rippling in a breeze, and a consuming heat lingered within her. "Why did you not--" A cough tore her throat and spiked through her torso in horrible lances, "--pursue?" Folding his hands into his lap in order to still them, Haerel looked down. "She meant to go. Someone met her at the edge of camp." "Who?" Alphes tried to shift up, then grimaced and relinquished quickly. Haerel watched with caution and no small amount of fragility; hers or his she could not say. "I do not know. A Man. A girl." Sigrid, perhaps, her mind suggested. What was Tauriel thinking? Tears pricked Alphes' eyes like fire. How could she leave? Haerel shifted, paused, then committed to standing. He bowed haltingly and rose stiffly. "I must find a healer so that they know you're awake." Alphes nodded and let him go without complaint. Later, healers helped her rise, cloud of pillows propping her up. Ethuilas -- she'd accompanied the military force, their greatest healer -- held her hand as the bandages were removed, not complaining even when she squeezed tight at the sting of salve. 'Our healing saves many things, but it cannot prevent the scars,' she signed to the princess as the burns were covered again, 'This mark will be with you forever.' Alphes pulled in a breath; Thranduil burst into the tent. He was breathing fast, evidently having sprinted all the way. His face was drained white with terror. "Aiya," he muttered, wind knocked out of him by the sight of Alphes awake on the cot. She looked incredibly like her aunt's burnt corpse animate. Alphes smiled at her father, shifting up higher against the pillows. "Hi, Ada. I'm okay, don't worry."

Legs giving out beneath him, Thranduil collapsed at her bedside and clasped her pale hand between his. He brought it up to his quivering lips. "I thought I had lost you, iellig," he whined in a broken whisper upon her skin. She did not know what to say to comfort him. She wished she could. He had lost another, hadn't he? What a horrible thing -- to know the touch of dragon fire.

my take on the gandalf big naturals situation

Elrond Peredhel; in Imladris

Elrond Peredhel, in the Second age, in the newly established Imladris which stood finished in S.A. 1700 Of the Sun (1697-1700)

hey guys guess what i just did

hmmm something something terribly run cafe/bar where the hobbits get summer jobs. aragorn is the bartender who quicky learns not to let pippin anywhere near the cocktail shakers. merry and frodo get drafted into the bitter (not really) rivalry between the gimli the line cook and legolas the head waiter. sam shocks all his friends by quietly becoming the mvp baker and getting a full time job at the end of the summer. the owner is this really weird old guy who shows up once a fortnight with other old duds with beards. merry and pippin are convinced they smoke weed in the bathroom, but it's fine because he throws THE BEST staff party

Art Trade i did with the amazing @verkomy 🧡🧡🧡!!

This was so much fun, and it was lovely drawing Mira ☺️

another lotr trilogy piece. i love liv tyler as arwen 🤍

The children of Thráin II; Thorin, Frerin and Dís.

Thranduil; King of Mirkwood

This took some time but now it´s finished and I´m happy about how it turned out

I really enjoyed making his design and playing around with Silvan fashion and him as a character. It also gave me an excuse to reread The Hobbit to try and get so much of him into it.

suffering from lack of elf kissies

putting that elven height to use

had a vision for samfro modern au where Gollum is Frodo's ugly weird wrinkly fucking cat that hates Sam...

glóin and baby gimli

i took elvish in school and i fucking hated it. the teacher was like 700 years old and he'd like take us on field trips to sit on the banks of babbling brooks and watch the fall of sunlight through the leaves. my friends in spanish class were like conjugating verbs and shit and meanwhile i was in an old-growth forest being overcome with awe at the sight of a majestic stag. like uhh yeah mr autumnheart when are we gonna learn like any grammar "listen to the murmur of the wind in the treetops, and you shall find the grammar you seek" like fuck dude your pedagogy leaves much to be desired

when i post yet more bullshit about my self-indulgent au that only appeals to me and like 3 of my followers

When your own OC becomes your blorbo it is both glorious and torturous

When your own OC becomes your blorbo it is both glorious and torturous