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esculentevil · 1 year

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(Thorinduil ABO’verse AU) Heatwear: Dressed to the Toes

((Part 1 of Thorin discovering the specifics of Elven clothes for Omegas in Heat via Thranduil.))

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“Are you... in a DRESS???”

Thranduil cants his head almost lazily as he turns his gaze from the document held between his destructively delicate digits to the incredulous dwarf below him. A thick eyebrow raises judgmentally before the Elvenking nods elegantly, “Yes.” There’s no shyness or shame in his voice, this is simply a statement; but, somewhere in his stardust eyes, there is a subtle trace of fear.

But Thorin knows it is not about the dress.

As he tries to figure it out, his own thick (although, not AS thick) brows furrowing in confusion, Thranduil scripts something on the long paper he’s still reading with a thin piece of graphite about the length of his hand (which is, Thorin notes with surprise and interest, slightly smudged from using it; he wonders, for a moment, why an elf would, then, use such an instrument [they do so hate getting dirty, after all] before realizing with a start that it’s probably easier to clean than ink--similar to their own use of chalk). He studies his scroll critiquingly for a breath before finally turning back to the Dwarfking, “It is my understanding, mell Thorin, that you are here to personally give me my quota of mithril, naed?”

Frowning at the bits of indecipherable Elvish, Thorin squints and scowls before nodding once in affirmation and attempting to approach the taller king’s throne.

He’s immediately fenced off by two elven guards and what he thinks is a butler. They form a wall that he cannot get through or passed and stare down at him like he’s some kind of vermin, disgusting and diseased, ill-fit for their king.

It enrages him, “MOVE!”

“Peace, Thorin, King Under the Mountain,” Thranduil stands, an effortless and fluid motion that causes Thorin to finally realize he’d been sitting strangely this whole time (his legs were not crossed, he thinks confusedly, but knees together and feet BOTH on the ground... because of the dress? no... it’s long so surely...), and raises a regally placating hand. He then makes his way down the stairs leading to his grand throne with a carefulness that has Thorin RESTLESS.

Why does the Elvenking seem so... delicate???

Thorin scowls and squints up at the too-tall creature that also appears too soft this visit and uncomfortably readjusts the heavy chest still in his rough hands. Hardworking hands. Calloused and weathered and not-gentle-enough hands.

Why is this bothering him???

And what is that SMELL??? Flowers? Many of them. All coming from Thranduil; which is odd because Thorin knows--from when he first stood in this throne room and first enraged the Elvenking and first got enveloped in his counterpart’s scent--that Thranduil smells of cypress, myrrh, sandalwood, and wine.

Not FLOWERS.

“... I am in Heat.” Again: no shyness or shame; just a simple statement.

It still sends Thorin reeling.

“That is why I am in a dress: it helps keep the smell in.” He indicates the drape, long and lengthy and THICK in its make, and then--as though to demonstrate--dares to lift the article just slightly enough that Thorin gets a blast of flowers--lavender, rose, sage, lilac, and more--right up his nose and down his pants and just a glimpse of shockingly bare and surprisingly beautiful painted toes.

As the other elves around them seem flustered and concerned, fluttering about like the butterflies Bilbo told him live up in the forest’s canopy, Thorin slowblinks up at the Elvenking with a dazed face but curiously contemplative eyes, “Pink?”

Thranduil seems to slowblink back--he also seems to smile; suddenly, and surprisingly, rather shy. “Petal Pink,” he clarifies with a soft nod and slight shift. The long cloth falls down again, cutting off vast majority of the strong scent, but leaving the painted toes on display. “I have been told it suits me.”

“It does,” Thorin admits, still rather dazed, as he suddenly realizes there’s pink everywhere on the Elfking--in his hair via flowers, on his dress via embroidery, across his face via a blus--and unthinkingly adds: “But blue’d look better.”

Thranduil raises a thick brow, again; but this time he’s amused. “Blue?”

“With silver,” Thorin expands, picturing it in his mind: a beautiful starry night sky, “No: white diamond stars--the crown of Durin on your big toe.”

Thranduil’s face is almost beet red when Thorin looks up to gauge his reaction and the Dwarfking is almost pleased when he sees delight on that ethereal face, “Careful, mell Thorin, King Under the Mountain; or I might feel you courting me.”

((Lowkey tagging @elithilanor because, well, Thranduil with pink toes. Our exchange here made me think you’d appreciate this segment [there’s more coming for anyone curious/into it] but, honestly, if Thorinduil or ABO’verse isn’t your thing just let me know and I’ll remove the tag!))

((PART 2 IS HERE!))

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 1 year

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The hobbit x Neko heterochromic teen reader part 6.

Feast of Starlight.

It’s the feast of Starlight but Thranduil has a talk with Reader Chan.

Your POV:

My eyes fluttered open to the setting sun "how long did I sleep? Da- err king Thranduil is going to kill me" I got off of my bed and ran to my door. I was relieved but nearly had a heart attack when I saw Anna "the King is asking for you!" I nodded and walked out of my room but I noticed three male elves following us "Ann who are they?" I whispered to her. She smiled and said "they are your new body guards Meludir, Estel, and Elrolith." I remembered that King Thranduil said I will have bodyguards from now on "ohh right the king said I will have bodyguards." I said as we walked to the throne room.

We are in front of King Thranduil as he sits on his throne with his signature bored expression "your probably wondering what's going on?" he asked "yes" Thranduil slowly got up from his throne and descends from the stairs towering me as he stands in front of me "It was 17 years ago 2 years before your birth. Your parents planned on making your older sister queen when she became of age but Prince Arrow your older brother and their first born was not pleased. Since he was the oldest and the only son he felt entitled to the throne. Your parents saw his ambitions and decided to banish him but he thought out vengeance and swore they would regret giving the throne to S/N." I was confused and shocked "how do you know all this?" I asked "Elrond, Gandalf, Galadriel and myself were there that day" I nodded my head "two years after your brothers banishment your mother queen Titania became pregnant with you, and your father, King Hunter retired as a warrior to make up for the lost times he had with your siblings. That necklace your wearing is your mother's." he said picking up my butterfly key necklace, my eyes widened from the tale I really was royalty but I was still wondering why S/N kept this from me. "On B/D (birth date) 2928 you were born, but when you were 2 weeks old some how Arrow found out about your birth and send an army of Orcs to kill you because if anything were to happen to S/N you would be heiress to the throne of K/N. But your parents told S/N to run with you to the village you grew up in, the reason why she kept this from you is because your parents begged her to give you a normal life away from your home kingdom and to keep you safe." My eyes went wider from trying to process all this "By the way we have a feast in 3 hours so Anna will get you ready, I already picked out your outfit and I expect you to be on your best behavior." I nodded and went to my room with Anna, Meludir, Estel, and Elrolith.

3 hours later no one's POV:

You and Anna stand in front of your body mirror admiring the gorgeous silver dress Thranduil picked out with matching high heels and a silver circlet.

"You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N." Anna said in awe "I did a good job if I do say so myself." you heard Thranduil say. You turn to see Thranduil In burgundy robes with his twig crown next to him you see an elf with Shoulder length brownish black hair in beige robes and a gold circlet "this is the neko girl you told me about Thranduil?" The elf asked in awe "yes Elrond. She'll also be living with me from now on." Thranduil told the elf you now know as Elrond "it is an honor to meet you my lord." You said in sindarin making Elrond go eye wide "She is already fluent in sindarin?" Elrond asked "my sister taught me since I was 2." You told the elf lord who is still in shock "alright let's head to the feast, The boys are impatient enough." Thranduil said as you took his huge hand.

At the feast:

The feast of starlight was amazing the room was well decorated, the smell of food was in the air the wine making you crinkle your nose since your under age of course.

You are sitting with Thranduil, Elrond, Legolas and Elronds twin sons Elladan and Elrohir. Dual to your Small height you had to sit on Thranduil's lap "she's so cute. I wanna take her home." Elladan gushed over you "Adar can we keep her please?" Elrohir asked pleadingly making Elrond give his sons a stern look "boys behave. She just started living in Mirkwood." He told his sons what Thranduil told him.

As you sit on Thranduil's lap eating your salmon (you suggested it) You let out a happy purr since it's been months since you've had your favorite meal causing the 5 men to look down at you in surprise "Guess that part of Nekos is true. They really do purr." Legolas said in awe but with a nose bleed "son go to the wash room before you bleed on the floors." Thranduil said with a handkerchief over his own bloody nose "ADAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!" The twins said together "Alright Y/N it's time for bed! You have your lessons tomorrow." Thranduil said scooping you up like a parent carrying their child and making his way to your new chambers you peaked from his shoulder to see Legolas passed out on the floor with blood coming from his nostrils and the twins being bonked on the head by their father who also has a nosebleed.

#neko reader #thranduil #legolas #elrond #elladan #elrohir #mirkwood elves #platonic

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nocompromise-noregrets · 1 year

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Midwinter fic masterlist

Because I've written a bit about this time of year, as part of various exchanges and my own prompting events, and it's probably about time I brought them all together...

Set in Imladris:

Firelight, G, Glorfindel, in the Hall of Fire close to Midwinter, thinks this might possibly be his favourite time of the year in Imladris. (Glorfindel, mentions of Erestor, Elrond, Lindir, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir, very faintly implied Glorfindel/Erestor if you squint), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2020

Come Home, G, Elrohir has always been fascinated with the story of Maglor. One Midwinter, he finally has the opportunity to do something about it. (Elrohir, Elladan, Elrond, Maglor, Arwen, Erestor, Glorfindel, Galadriel, mention of Celeborn (he's there but he doesn't actually say anything XD )), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2020

Flowers in Winter, G, Glorfindel, it turns out, does not particularly like the winter. Erestor resolves to do something about it, and to remind him that spring will come again. (Erestor/Glorfindel, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Haldir, mention of Orophin and Rúmil), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2021

Sugar and Diamonds, G, Celebrían, visiting Imladris for Midwinter with her mother, has a very important conversation with Elrond. (Celebrían/Elrond), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2022

Through Storms and Nightmares, T, When they are ambushed by Orcs on the way from Isengard to Imladris, and Glorfindel is injured, Erestor has no choice but to defend his beloved. Once they are safe, Erestor must learn to let Elrond and Glorfindel help him face his demons at last. (Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2022 (not super Midwintery, but it is set at that time of year)

Pockets At The Ends, G, Arwen wants to cheer up Erestor when she works out that he's extra-grumpy because he doesn't like the winter, and Elladan and Elrohir lend a hand. (Erestor, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrían, mention of Glorfindel)

Set in Dale:

Should All The Stars Shine In The Sky, G, It is the first Midwinter celebration in Dale, after the Battle of the Five Armies. Bard and Thranduil are in the thick of the festivities, and Sigrid and Tauriel are stargazing on a rooftop; there are all kinds of magic abroad on this, the longest night of the year. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain and Tilda are there too), @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift 2020

Caught Like Stars, G, Thranduil has his reasons for accepting Bard's invitation to celebrate Midwinter in Dale, but he isn't quite expecting anything that happens after he arrives. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Legolas, Tauriel), @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift 2021

Hilda's Grandma's Special Secret Recipe, G, Thranduil spends Midwinter in Dale with his new family for the first time, and is horrified to discover what they do to wine. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Tauriel, Hilda), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2021, part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

See This Storm Through chapter 6, T, The family celebrate their first Midwinter without Bard, Bain steps into his Da's shoes…and a few days later, Legolas and Thranduil set out to return to the Woodland Realm. (Legolas, Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Lotta (Bain's wife), Brand, Astrid and Ingrid (Brand's sisters), Erik (Bain and Lotta's childhood friend), Einar (landlord of the Golden Dragon, best tavern in Dale)), part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

A Different Idea Of Magic, G, Tilda discovers that the snow reacts to her Ada in a totally different way than it does to her. (Bard/Thranduil, Tilda, Sigrid, Bain), part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

Home At Last, G, Legolas makes his way to Dale for Midwinter, hoping to surprise his family. (Legolas, Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Tauriel, Tilda, Bain, Lotta (Bain's wife), Brand, Astrid and Ingrid (Brand's sisters)), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2022, part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse

Modern AUs:

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like..., T, Bard can't work out why he keeps having to deliver parcels to Greenwood Hall. Thranduil feels strangely drawn to the handsome delivery driver. It's nearly Christmas, and a few of Santa's little helpers decide to give the two of them a bit of a shove in each other's direction… (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Legolas), aka that one time I wrote a daft Christmas movie AU and it spiralled into a full-blown AU...

All I Want (for Christmas) is You, G, The Bowman-Greenwood family are celebrating their first proper Christmas together as - well, as the Bowman-Greenwood family. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Legolas/Kíli (only just but still)), aka that one time I asked for a load of prompts and ended up writing a Christmas special for the daft Christmas movie AU...

a kiss in the cold and dark (i should have kissed you that summer), M, Watching his kids on the ice rink at the Christmas market, Bard sees a familiar face, someone he hasn't seen for over twenty years. Someone he never quite resolved things with, all that time ago… (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Tauriel, Legolas), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2021

Other fandoms:

Do I Have To?, G, MCU - Hawkeye (TV), Clint takes a couple of waifs and strays home with him to Iowa for Christmas. (Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Laura Barton, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nate Barton)

Holly and Scratches, interlude in A Quiet Understanding, T, King Arthur (2004), The knights celebrate the Winter Solstice at the Wall, a couple of years before the events of the film (Gawain/Galahad)

To be updated...

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wormsmith · 1 year

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hi hi, i'd like to ask for a tolkien matchup, preferably from the hobbit!

I'm pretty much introverted, but i wnjoy being around people i'm familiar with, and i have pretty good social skills. I'm a slytherin (secondary ravenclaw) and my mbti type is intp.

i enjoy reading and writing, especially all sorts of fiction, fantasy (and maybe a bit of romance). i love cats, dogs, horses and dragons. my favourite color is probably black, dark green or dark wine red. I play guitar and i shoot a bow.

I have a particular fondness for all sorts of folklore, legends and mythology. I'm pretty sarcastic and confident. i enjoy being around nature. I'm slavic, that's probably why i really like to braid my own hair, as well as others'.

I'd say my aesthetic is something in between chaotic academia and witchcore. my favourite school subjects are biology, chemistry and history. i like horse-riding, rock and pop music, and foggy mornings.

my pronouns are she/they, i have no preference in gender of the matchup :) i'm a gemini, i have pale skin, light brown curly hair and blue-grey eyes.

Your top matches were Fíli, Kíli, Legolas, and Thranduil, but ultimately I match you with . . .

Kíli!

(just about the only dwarf that doesn't hate that you like dragons afhskjl)

You have a confident powerhouse sort of vibe that immediately draws Kíli's attention to you. You can fight, you aren't afraid to defend yourself, or call someone on their bullshit. He likes a woman who can handle herself, or himself, if you're open to it 👀 (Please step on him.)

He does, in fact, start shamelessly flirting with you just about as soon as he meets you. The attraction is most certainly there, but it takes some time for the infatuation to fall into genuine feelings territory. Frankly, he's too busy being blindsided by how perfect you are to actually get to know you, but after hanging out with you one on one for awhile . . . well, he's head over heels.

At first he gives of this aura of bravado, very bold and confident, but you'll soon find he has a softer, more romantic underbelly. His flirtations go from "You can handle me anytime *winks* " to " Your eyes are like the sky at my favorite time of day. "

He is curious to learn about your craft (he assumes writing is your craft) and will most likely ask if he can read something you've written. He's very polite about it, and won't be at all offended if you don't want to show him. Kíli seems to understand that some creations are made for the creator alone.

On the the other hand, if you are willing to show him, he'll read it all, no matter how long it is. He likes the fantasy genre as well, and doesn't mind a bit of romance. He's not the best writer, but he does point out some things he liked about your work. Asks if you have anything else he can read. He will read everything you've ever written if you let him.

He likes hearing you talk. He likes listening to you tell him your myths and legends and just about anything else you've been learning recently. He's a sucker for stories of any nature, but you'll find that he has a bit of a penchant for the old tales, as well. He'll start finding ones that he likes to offer in exchange for the ones you tell. He likes the scary ones. Until it's late at night and you're alone and oh fuck, was that a chupacabra? Stop laughing, Amrâlimê, it's not a joke!

Any time you hang out with animals, he gets heart eyes. Just stares at you the entire time. Fíli makes fun of him for it constantly. Chances are, he's going to find out what your favorite animal is and bring you to a place where you can adopt one. Kíli loves your pet so much. Straight up calls it 'our pebble.' (Pebble being the dwarvish term for kiddo.) Absolutely spoiled, both you and your pebble.

If you play your guitar, he will hum along. Eventually starts picking up on songs you play more than once and will end up humming them beneath his breath at random times of day when he's working. Might even come up with a few cobbled together lyrics for one, if you seem super fond of it. You're going to have to poke it out of him, though - he doesn't think he's the best lyricist, he just sort of made it up, they're not very good, Amrâlimê, really -

(They're perfectly alright lyrics. It's a nice song.)

Do I even need to said it? Braid his hair. He's a dwarf ffs, he'll literally adore you. Also, he's braiding yours too.. It's a very intimate, yet light-hearted thing for the two of you. Brings you closer together every time.

Please imagine Kíli waking you up in the dead ass of morning but - no, no, wake up Amrâlimê, it's important - I'm sorry if you like your sleep but it's foggy outside at Kíli noticed you like that, so he's putting you on a horse and taking you to a beautiful forest clearing he found where you can have a quiet morning together. Or maybe all day. Whenever you're ready to go.

You are the love of his life, his One, his favorite person ever. He loves you to death, even if he's a little dumb about it sometimes, and he will go out of his way to make you happy. Absolutely head over heels for his badass, intelligent, talented One. Much love for the both of you 😊

#don't worry about the fact that this took over a year to answer #the important thing is it's here now ajfshkjdkf #match up #lotr #hobbit #the hobbit #lotr match up #hobbit match up #kili #kili/reader #kili x reader

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Feb challenge event- dancing/dipping with your partner // Haldir or Thranduil or Legolas // 😊 Please enjoy

Hello Thrandy-anon...

Here we go...the follow-up to the Bonus-Thrandy story

Dancing in the moonlight

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Characters: Thrandy x reader

You were given a room, a bath, and a set of clothing that was magically exactly your size, probably to make you look less like a ‘strange creature’.

Really, your ears were completely normal, you were dressed casually, and you were still a bit vexed that you were the peculiar one.

When a very taciturn person – looking like a walking statue – came to fetch you for dinner, you wiped your moist hands nervously on the velvet garment they had lent you; the silken underwear felt divine on your skin, and you smelled faintly of lavender.

In short, you had never felt so exceedingly lovely in your whole life, and you wondered if it was a waste to spend the rare moments where your confidence reared its cowardly head with a ‘man’ – you were not sure if he really was a man per se – as fantastical as the king of the dark trees.

When you saw him pacing to and fro in front of the dining room though, you had to revise your assessment; he had changed as well and was now wearing another long cape that billowed in the light wind despite looking heavy enough to smother someone in it.

Thranduil looked like a flame in the last rays of the day; gilded by the warm light that gave his hair golden reflections, he now stood tall and straight – looking out over his immobile subjects – while threads in all the shades of the precious metals for which men and women died day after day in your world shimmered and glistened on his exquisite garments.

If he was to walk down the streets of your hometown, he’d be attacked and mugged before he could even make it to the corner shop, you thought, but here, he looked so right; he was untouchable.

“Your Majesty?” you called softly to him, a smile blossoming almost instantly on your face upon seeing the quiet pleasure in his expression when he glimpsed you standing there – awkward in those unusual clothes – just observing him.

“Legolas calls me vain,” he sighed, “but I thought I’d make an extra effort for our select company tonight.”

You were almost certain that Thranduil never looked anything but perfect, and that he took too much pleasure in changing his robes every few hours to forego that joy even when he had to dine alone.

Within a few steps – fluid as water running downhill – he was at your side and offered you his arm to escort you into the dining room as if you were about to step into a Disney-fantasy.

Distracted and dazed still, your mind leaped from that asinine thought to the last movie you’d seen and, naturally, you started humming a few notes of ‘We don’t talk about Bruno’ under your breath.

“Oh? You are fond of music?” Thranduil turned to you in genuine surprise and excitement.

“Isn’t everyone, oh eminent king?” you replied with a small, embarrassed chuckle.

“Please do not call me that, it sounds very strange within my own dining hall,” he said, frowning, “you may call me Thranduil…because that is my name.”

“Alright, Thranduil,” you agreed; you liked the way his name felt on your tongue, conjuring up the taste of the best wine you had ever had in your whole life.

“So…do you like music?” he asked insistently; for some reason, this seemed very important to him.

“Yes,” you replied hesitantly; maybe it was a crime to like music in this realm because it disrupted the discreet chirping of the birds and the soft whispering of the trees.

The king didn’t give any answer to your acquiescence though; he merely smiled to himself as he drew out a chair for you at the dinner table.

“Yes, and well…Pepa…her mood controls the weather or has an impact…anyway…”

You had spent the whole dinner explaining the plot of ‘Encanto’ – and the notion of a movie – to the entranced audience made up of Thranduil and his beloved son.

“And that’s a miracle?” Thranduil didn’t sound very convinced, “My dearest lady, you are in for an awful surprise then.”

“Ada,” Legolas cut in, frowning, “could you please not disparage your kin so? It isquite remarkable.”

“I wish seeing the future was reason enough to ban someone into the walls,” Thranduil muttered, “or messing with the weather.”

“You said the one who could talk to animals was cute though, no?” he leaned forward with an eager gleam in his eyes.

“He’s a small boy, so yes,” you nodded, wondering if Thranduil could talk to animals himself; somehow – given his unearthly beauty and renowned strength – that would not even have surprised you.

“Oh father mine, you are much more like the frightening apparition apparently sporting rats along his back and so on,” Legolas chuckled; they had made you sing them all the parts of the song separately after explaining every single character in detail.

“Rats?” Thranduil sounded horrified at first, but then he shrugged declaring that he was everybody’s king. You came to understand that he literally meant ‘every body’, including the smallest critters crawling in the shade of the tall, dark trees.

Interrupting their bickering with compliments about the truly delightful food, you made it to the end of the best dinner you had had in a very long while, almost forgetting how strange and unreal the whole situation you found yourself in was.

“Do you want to sing us another song?” Thranduil invited you as the plates were cleared away and – in a moment of blind panic – nothing better than Anna Kendrick’s ‘Cups’ came to mind, especially because you didn’t have any instrumental backup.

“You have a good voice,” Thranduil praised you, “you should come with me to the terrace and sing to the trees, they like it.”

Now, you definitely had questions pertaining to his sanity; did he stand on his balcony in the evening and serenaded trees?

“Sing to the trees?” you asked – confused – and cocked your head inquisitively.

“And let them sing to you, yes. Do you dance, Milady?”

You were almost certain that Thranduil was not thinking of ‘The Floss’ or twerking, so you just shook your head slowly – there was a smidgen of regret blossoming in your heart at the thought of what you were missing – but, to your surprise, the king only gave you a very soft and slightly mocking smile.

“You can learn; I’ll lead and you’ll follow.”

You didn’t know what folly overcame your senses then, but – after every single crazy thing that had happened since you had stepped out of your world and into another one – you felt more brazen than you ever had before; the idea of being held in those gracile, strong arms, floating across a balcony as the trees hummed a lullaby in a language your heart understood while your mind barely acknowledged it, sounded too good to be easily passed up.

His hand in yours was cool and smooth as he led you out on a colonnaded parapet overlooking the vast forest extending like an ocean of softly rustling leaves and breathing like a huge beast fast asleep in the moonlight.

“What do you want me to sing to your trees then?” you asked, still not entirely certain that he was not having you on.

“Sing them a song about your heart,” Thranduil recommended, leaning against the railing, and waiting for you to decide.

After a few bars of ‘Caruso’, you could not deny that it seemed as if the forest was waking up to your song; there were whispers and movements in the darkness that filled your heart with an unknown warmth.

“Oh,” Thranduil gasped, “apparently even the forest has grown tired of my voice. It very much welcomes the change.”

He seemed delighted about that and extended an inviting hand to you.

“May I have the honour of a dance?” he asked – cloaked in dignity and starlight – as he slowly spun you around where you stood.

Who were you to refuse a king? Especially one whose eyes were soft as a summer spring now, deep as the fountain of youth, and shimmering like the great oceans of your world in the midday sunlight.

“There’s no music,” you tried to deflect, but – as soon as you allowed his presence as much as his bodily strength to steer you across the smooth stone tiles – the world around you came alive.

And so you danced to the song of the gurgling river and the whispering leaves, to the melody of the whistling of the wind and the humming of the earth, and to the rhythm of the strong heartbeat of a creature you had only just met.

“Trust me,” he begged in a low voice, “let me give you that miracle you’ve been waiting for.”

The peaceful soundscape rose to a crescendo, submerging your heart and mind with emotions and sensations thrilling and new as much as strangely familiar and sorely missed.

You did not contradict; maybe, you were much more like Mirabel than you had thought and – melting into his arms and into his voice whispering things you felt more than understood – you found yourself falling without being afraid a single second.

His hand was splayed on the small of your back as he let you flow backwards; Master of the trees, Thranduil bent you like a reed and let you flow through his arms like a river of velvet and flesh.

Completely stunned, you looked up and sighed.

All you could see was him, wreathed in darkness, crowned in starlight, bedecked in the otherworldly cloth of a nightly secret; he was gorgeous in ways no man ever could be, and you could but stare at him in wonder and amazement.

Your hair almost brushed the ground underneath you, but you felt as comfortable in his palm as if he had laid you out on a bed of finest down; your prediction turned out to be correct: Thranduil had made you float, he had made you hover, he was keeping you suspended on his gaze and cradled in his hand even now.

In that second, you truly felt magical yourself; you were the one to walk between worlds, drifting weightlessly between heaven and earth, beholding a sunny sky in the middle of the night, and you could feel the living power pulsate through every fibre of your body.

“May I?” Thranduil asked, a breath, a whisper, a heartbeat away from your lips.

Again, who were you to deny a king?

@otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @myselfandfantasy there we go :D

#fotfics #february challenge #fluffy prompts #bingo #the hobbit #thranduil #thranduil x reader #thrandy knows how to dance #mirkwood is magical #encanto references #eeeeeeh I'm sorry #there we go

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awkwardkindatries · 2 years

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Thranduil for the nsfw alphabet?

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Thranduil’s sense of aftercare includes quickly checking your body over for immediate injuries before laying down and pulling you to his chest, heavy deft fingers working deeply into the length of your back as the two of you settle down.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself would be his eyes, he loves how they hold you captive. On you it would be your hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It’s thin but not watery and not overtly sticky or stringy either.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once had the urge to take you on the dinning table in the middle of an important meeting with another dignitary when he had gotten uncomfortably close to you for Thranduil’s comfort.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a very experienced ellon, not only does he have a son but I Headcanon that in his youth he was very promiscuous and definitely made his rounds where he could.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Is a big fan of missionary but only if you’re bound tightly beneath him as he does what he wishes with your helpless form.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not goofy in the slightest, outside of the occasional quip or jab he’s fairly straight to business.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Every strand of thin white hair is meticulously kept in place and very neatly groomed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

At times he can be romantic, he actually prefers these moments of passion and intimacy however there are times where sex is a stress relief for him and it’s more about keeping you in place as he uses you to bring the both of you to pleasure.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Slightly higher than average activity though it tends to go to practically nothing in moments of stress.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I feel like he’d have something similar to a sugar daddy kink, dressing you in the nicest things, feeding you, taking care of you, making sure you never have anything to worry about again and all you need to do is spread your knees wide and give daddy some sugar back.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Almost exclusively in his chambers though he has considered the throne room a time or two.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The kind of ellon who likes to be wined and dined, he has a strong desire for romance and partnership so a well placed compliment and glass of wine paired with his pet name will get you very far.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that would ever put your life at risk, so probably nothing with choking or the like.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to receive but is very very open to giving, he got your body down to a science and could spend hours working all his knowledge to torture you for hours.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and fast, doesn’t typically deviate from this unless he’s teasing you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t have much time for quickies but is open to them should the time permit it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not much of a risk taker, he knows what he does and doesn’t like and where his lines in the sand aren’t .

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Definitely has stamina, could go a good couple times throughout the night with very little need to stop or recover.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he minds them to much himself but would much rather use his his own parts and time to bring you to pieces.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Quite possibly the biggest tease in all of arda, will reduce you to a begging trembling mess before he ever gives you what you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud at all, breathy deep moans mixed with throaty grunts and occasional dirty talk.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sleeps in absolutely nothing, going to bed with Thranduil is met with insistence that you indulge his need for skin to skin contact.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Somewhere around 7 inches, slender and long but straight as an arrow.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Medium libido, craves sex about three to two times a week but lengthy sessions.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When he’s finished thoroughly ravishing you he falls asleep relatively quickly, not immediately though. Long enough to give you lasting kisses and hush you to sleep yourself.

#the hobbit #hobbit #thranduil #alphabet #spicy

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So... Hi. To answer your question I may or may not have accidentaly done a charactor analysis/looked to far into this. *laughs nervously*

In age order:

Mirion; SO, he's the first born, and was (unintentionally) the most celebrated begetting. At the news of his pregnancy the enture kingdom would be celebrating, the king and queen would be ecstatic because elf pregnancy is increadably rare.

Cheehoo hes born, the Kingdom has lots of party's and celebration, excuses for wine. (Also side note, did the tradition with the Calarsil start before or after he was born?) Fast forward, and the little elfling is growing up, the only one of these to be a single child for a brief (to the elves anyway) amount if time, and Thranduil and Meareth dont know for sure if they will have another so this kid gets alot of love.

But also, (again unintentionally) some pressure as crown prince but yet, as we can see from his interaction with baby Leggy (who by the way is a pressious ball of joy and I will protect him to my last breath) and the new parents, he has quite a bit of compassion and diplomacy with people.

Empathy and a cool head, both important things for a future ruler.

He is also a great blacksmith, so, creative output! Its healthy!

Also; ✨green eyes✨ Love them.

Turhir; Second born, His begeting may not have been quite as celebrated as his elder brother's, not by lack of love at all mind you (Thranduil and Mearath are good perants as far as I can tell) he just isnt the first yk. He may have been a suprise, may not have been, but a second pregnancy in an elven family is ✨awsome✨ thank Eru and all.

As a little kid he probably trailed after his brother, thats what tiny thingamajigs like to do, but one day he starts to realize "hey, this isnt as cool as I thought" so his attention switches around and he tales interest in other things, (I personally headcannon that he had a sewing addiction at some point Nanath got alot of handmade gifts) when sudenly he sees Master Ivanil.

He thinks "wow thats cool, I bet I could do that" so he starts training, open hand fighting in particular which takes alot (as somone who started this officially at age 6 can confirm) he probably -to his mothers horror- gets a few injuries.

But he sticks with it and he's flipin good at it. Then he takes a mind to be the training master, "delightful" his mother thinks with a grimace. But this kid is determined and he trains hard, even the master knows it.

You also pointed out thats hes stern, but not so much that he can't realize that his little brother needs a little attention, and he didn't turn Legolas over while he was having his day out, showing he does know when to loosen up a bit.

He's a nice combination of ambitious, instinctive, and compassionate.

Arvellas; third born of our esteemed elven king, again the king and queen are absolutely in love with their precious little elf, though find themselves often reminded "the third child is always the intersting one" the queen probably didnt put much though to this, the child is perfect to its mother.

As he begins growing up he probably spend alot of time tagging after his brothers, and ignoring his studies. (My favorite part about hus chapter is the mental image of Thranduil fliping out about his child being illiterate) so when he starts dissaprearing for long periods of time around the age 13 his Nana is probably "mom worried"(trade mark lol) but he dosnt get hurt... I just imagine Mearath's immense relief to find him reading.

Also I assume he keeps a little journal with quotes written down in it.

From Legolas's love of his book I can tell that he has a brilliant mind and an entertaining style of writing, as well as a sweet temperament and open acceptance of varieing temperaments and tastes.

All in all this guy is a huge sweetheart as far as I can tell, also brilliant. Beacause, he can speak a whole bunch of languages? Including a slight understanding of Khuzdul (I havent read the simarilion but that's suposed to be a huge undertaking fir and elf to even begin?)

Gelir; fourth born, and Oh this guy. At thus point I want to hear the gossip from the people cause the king and queen are lucky.

Despite being one of the slightly less accepting of his brother's presance in his space I think its probably because my boy is insanely more comfortable around animals than other elves.

He likes his time away from palace life and hang out with his more fur coated buddies, he doesn't strike me as an ellon who particularly like conversation. Not to say that he can't in fact he has probably talked the cook out of a few snacks for a wounded animal.

He comes off as kind of distant from Legolas, but it changes when they have somthing to connect over, (baby elk baby elk baby elk-) and he even lwts him stay, regardless of the fact that he may not have anything major to contribute.

He's a nice guy, in his own element, and may be the most mysterious to the elves of the woodland realm.

His ability to ride/tame so many speices suggests that he probably has a calming presence to those he chooses. And hunting takes patience and thought so great attributes!

I'm also 95% sure he's homosexual and 89% sure he and Darthol have some chemistry beyond mere friendship.

And... Green eyes.

All of this (and alot more that I've gotten rid of) to say, wOw, excelant charactors and I dont really know if I have a favorite! There's so much detail in each one even from the brief glimpses we got!

Also I am so sorry I took so long to answer, lots of children to watch here 😅

My SHHEEP friend @laneynoir binge-read my six-chapter work, "Greenleaf's Day Out" and left a quick review for each of the chapters. I asked her to do me an additional favor and answer a simple question for me: "Which of the 4 OC brothers I created for Legolas did you like best?"

In response, she took the time to write out the above extremely detailed and thoughtful analysis of each of the four characters. My mind is blown and my heart is full.

I feel like Frodo when Aragorn pledged his support at the Council of Elrond.

THIS. This is how you make a fanfic writer feel truly appreciated and "I could cry" elated. Obviously she went waaaaay above and beyond, but feedback like this is so powerful; I am over the moon right now and feel motivated to continue writing about these characters. I had been second-guessing the merit of my concept of Thranduil's family/OC sons.

Look around the reblogs, and you will see that I'm not the only creative who suffers from crippling self-doubt and imposter syndrome. I think we all do. We need our readers' help!

Whether it's an artist or writer whose work you love, if you ever feel a desire to support them or slight guilt that they are giving you their work for free, please just tell them what you think about their work. That too is "free", but is utterly priceless to the recipient.

Please consider doing the same for a writer you enjoy/follow. We all need and deserve a reader like @laneynoir. I'm grateful to have you, mellon nin!

#sotwk answers #writing encouragement #support your writers #lotr fanfic #sons of the woodland king #sotwk #fanfiction writers #how to tumblr #how to support writers

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fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 · 3 years

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Magic in a Time of Need

Okay so I received this request from @empress-writes, and I’m honestly very excited to write it! I haven’t written for Thranduil or anything related to The Hobbit, so this should be an interesting experience. Flashbacks are in italics. As always gif and characters are not mine. Hope you enjoy it!

Description: Y/N is the most skilled mage in Middle Earth, and has chosen to help the Dwarves reclaim their homeland. When Y/N and the dwarves are caught by the king of Mirkwood, the tension of Y/N and Thranduil’s past arises

Warnings: a little bit of sexual tension, references to past smut, mentions of blood. If I miss any please tell me!

Y/N, one of the most well known mages in all of Middle Earth, was stuck in a prison cell with their comrades. Of course, they didn’t mind that they were in this predicament. It was merely a small wrinkle in their journey with the Dwarves of Erebor, and Y/N wouldn’t have changed anything.

Y/N was recruited by Gandalf the Grey at the very beginning of the quest to reclaim the mountain, and Y/N accepted in an instant. They knew Thorin from when he was younger, and got along with all of the other Dwarfs, who saw Y/N as a sister. Y/N understood what it was like to lose a home, and they wouldn’t let the company fall to that same fate.

Of course, now there quest had come to a halt. All of the Dwarves sat in their cells. Some were angry, while others had simply given up. “Come on, we can’t let this small inconvenience dampen our spirits,” Y/N stated as they leaned against the cool metallic bars. “I know the strength that is within all of you. We will get through this.”

“I hope you are right, dear mage, but with Bilbo missing and Thorin unwilling to cooperate, our luck seems to have run out,” Balin replied. Y/N could understand Thorin’s anger towards the Elven king. He had abandoned the Dwarves like a coward when they needed him, and that was one of the many reason why Y/N decided to join the dwarves.

Fili kicked the door of his cell and let out a scream of frustration. “Can you not use magic to break these blasted bars? Surely that is possible!”

“No, it’s not possible,” Y/N retorted. “My cell is marked with enchantments that prevent me from using magic. Funny, they take the time to make something like this, but they don’t take time to save the innocent.”

The Dwarves all voiced their agreement. After a few minutes, an elf appeared in front of Y/N’s cell. They recognized him from the first time they had came to Mirkwood. Y/N smirked at him. “Nirornor, it’s been a long time. I can see that your still working for blondie. How’s that going for you?”

Nirornor’s face remained stoic. “It’s going well. Not that you would know, mage. Thranduil is requesting your presence.”

“Hm, I can see your still stoic as ever my pointy-eared friend. Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Nirornor mumbled under his breath, something about idiotic humans. Y/N knew better though, for they had spent much time with him while they were in Mirkwood last. Deep down Nirornor wasn’t as uptight as he was now, but Y/N figured that he had to keep up appearances.

Nirornor escorted Y/N into the throne room, and they started the climb up the winding stairs leading to the throne. Y/N tried to rub their wrists, but it was much more difficult with the enchanted handcuffs that were placed around them. Gods, did Thranduil not trust them at all? Well, after what they did, he was probably still angry.

Finally, the two reached the top of the stairs. The king of Mirkwood himself was stretched over his throne, his boot-clad feet dangling over the arms of the throne. Thranduil wasn’t looking at either of them as he pretended to be lost in thought. “You may leave us, Nirornor,” Thranduil said with a wave of his hand.

Nirornor bowed to the king and journeyed back down the stairs. The tension in the air was thick, and Y/N began to shift on their feet. Thranduil simply chuckled at them. “How do those cuffs feel, melethel? I had them specially made for your return.”

“Don’t call me that, and if I’m being honest, these cuffs are a pain,” Y/N growled at the blonde Elf.

“Oh come now, don’t be so aggressive. You didn’t complain about my nickname for you the last time we were together. Don’t tell me you have forgotten?”

Thranduil was right, Y/N couldn’t forget about that night, or the first time they had met. It was several years ago, when Y/N was a mere apprentice. Some of the older mages were called to Mirkwood to help the king, and decided that Y/N should come too.

“Don’t you fret, my dear. Everything will be fine, and I think you’ll find Mirkwood to be quite enjoyable.”

Ealdthard, the head mage of Artevor, a school of magic located near the Blue Mountains, turned in his saddle to check on his apprentice. Y/N was looking around at the massive trees and how their leaves danced in the slight wind. “I think you are right, Ealdthard. However, I’ve heard rumors about the king. Is he really as nasty as they say?”

“Well, all my dealings with him have been pleasant. He may not always be fond of other races, but he admires our magical skills.”

Y/N nodded their head. Surely if Ealdthard liked him, they would too. They approached the front gate of Mirkwood, and a tall, brunette elf approached them. “Alatulya, mages of Artevor. The servants will take care of your horses, and I will escort you inside. My name is Nirornor, and I am an aid to the king.”

The two mages followed Nirornor into the throne room, and upon reaching the throne, Y/N let out a quiet gasp. They never expected the Elven king to be so beautiful. Y/N knew that Elves were often picturesque, but they assumed this king would be old and scraggly. Boy were they wrong. His locks reflected in the light of the room, and his skin appeared to be softer than velvet. Thranduil’s ocean colored eyes stared directly into Y/N’s, and Y/N could have swore that they darkened ever so slightly.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ealdthard. Who is this beautiful person that you have brought with you,” Thranduil asked as he approached the two.

“This is Y/N, my apprentice. I thought it would be good for them to travel to new places and experience new things before they leave my side to travel alone,” Ealdthard responded.

“That’s very wise of you, and I hope that you enjoy your stay here, Y/N. I am Thranduil, the king of Mirkwood.” he leaned down and left a gently kiss on Y/N’s hand, and Y/N blushed at the action.

“Ealdthard and I have some business to attend to, but I do hope to see you at dinner,” Thranduil added as he started to walk away with Ealdthard.

“I will be there, your highness,” Y/N answered with a bow.

“Please, call me Thranduil.”

Y/N later learned the reason why they were summoned to Mirkwood that year. Thranduil wanted help with learning more enchantments to hide his face, which had been touched by dragon fire. At first Y/N had felt pity for him, but his future actions filled them with rage.

“Whatever proposition you have, I want nothing of it,” Y/N snarled.

Thranduil glared back at her. “You haven’t even heard what it is. Stay with me, Y/N. Be my queen and a powerful mage at my side.”

“So, I’m just going to be a tool then?! Never! I am loyal to the dwarves, and they are more courageous than you’ll ever be!”

Thranduil crossed the room in a flash, and his hand harshly grasped Y/N’s chin. He forced Y/N to look into his eyes. Anger was flowing off of the two of them, and a mix of something else was also present. Thranduil’s lips were inches from Y/N’s. “Don’t you ever mention those dwarves around me. They could never give you what I have given you.”

That evening, Thranduil had hosted a huge feast to welcome his guests. After they had filled themselves with a wide array of dishes, a bard began to be lay music in the corner. The peppy tune caused the Elves to rise to their feet, and they all began to dance. Y/N, dressed in a fancy outift, sipped wine from their chalice. Thranduil approached them, and offered a hand to them. “May I have this dance, Y/N?”

Y/N accepted. Thranduil and Y/N spun around the dance floor in graceful movements. Both of them were laughing. Y/N was finally starting to believe that Thranduil wasn’t as harsh as they had originally thought. “You’re an amazing dancer, Y/N,” Thranduil commented as his eyes sparkled with adoration. Thranduil knew that he shouldn’t be falling for someone so quickly, let alone that person being a human, but he couldn’t help it. Y/N made him feel happy, and he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

That night, Y/N stayed with Thranduil. As the moon travelled across the dark sky, Thranduil and Y/N were caught in the throes of passion, and afterwards their limbs remained tangled with one another until the early morning hours. Y/N woke to an empty bed.

A maid walked in, and Y/N tried to cover themselves with the fitted sheets. “Excuse me, do you know where Thranduil is,” Y/N asked the maid.

“Oh, he had to leave early this morning. A dragon has attacked Erebor, and the dwarves are requesting assistance. However, Thranduil has already made up his mind to not help them. A dragon is dangerous business,” the maid stated.

Y/N’s features flushed crimson from anger. If Thranduil wasn’t going to help those innocent Dwarves, then why did he even leave in the first place! Y/N quickly dressed and gathered their things, and before leaving they told Ealdthard the reason behind their abrupt exit. Y/N could not stand by and help a selfish king.

“If that is what you wish,” Ealdthard whispered, “then I will meet you back at Artevor. Travel safely, dear Y/N.”

And travel they did, all the way back to Artevor. They finished their apprenticeship, and travelled into the world as planned. Never once did did they think of Thranduil, except for the few nights when they woke up in a hot sweat from a dream they had about him and their time together. Y/N became the most powerful mage in Middle Earth. When the moment came that Y/N could help the dwarves, they joined with no hesitation. They would get back at Thranduil for doing what he was to scared to do.

When Thranduil returned and learned that Y/N had left, he grew angrier by the second. Tables were thrown, and Thranduil even pulled a sword against Nirornor. “Where did they go?! Why has Y/N left me,” Thranduil shouted in anguish and rage.

“They have gone back to Artevor. They said that they would not help such a selfish king,” Nirornor said.

“I swear, that if Y/N ever dares to return here, I will make them suffer! I will show them what happens when you cross an Elf!”

Little did Thranduil know that his time for revenge would eventually come, and now here his now enemy was, just an inch away from him.

“I may still love you deep down, Thranduil, but until you change your idiotic ways, I will never stay by your side,” Y/N declared.

Thranduil leaned in and roughly connected his lips with Y/N’s. His anger went straight into the kiss, and while Y/N wished they could return it, they shoved him away as best they could with cuffs on. Thranduil’s eyes flashed with fury, and he slowly backed away from them. “Take them back to the cells. I will wait an eternity if I have to in order to have you by my side, Y/N.”

As Y/N was dragged away from the king, they flung their head back in a roar of laughter. “Sorry, blondie! You’re going to have to wait longer than that!”

Y/N was right of course, for hours later Bilbo had freed them and the other dwarves, and they floated down the river in oak barrels. Their journey was back on track, but Y/N couldn’t shake the lingering feelings they had for Thranduil.

Nirornor approached Thranduil for the second time that day. This time he was wearing armor, and orc blood stained the side of his slim face. “Your highness, Y/N has escaped again.”

Thranduil simply smiled. “I know that they’ve escaped. Something tells me this won’t be the last time I will see that famous mage.”

#Thranduil x reader #Thranduil #the hobbit #The Hobbit #Lee Pace #Tolkien #Thorin Oakenshield #Bilbo Baggins #x reader #enemies to lovers #elves #this was definitely an interesting story

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Tolkien OC Week Day 2: Family members

Merilas, Queen of Eryn Galen: The tale too painful to be told

Tell me about her, Legolas demanded that night, once they were both in on their second barrel of Dorwinion and sitting alone by the fire. For what better time was there to demand answers to the one question your father had been avoiding all your life, than when both of you had almost died not too long ago? In these minutes in the dark when they’d been certain, they would not survive this, Thranduil had promised. Tonight, Legolas would not let him off the hook.

His father wordlessly handed him a book he’d brought for this, for first official visit to Cair Andros, after the end of the last crisis in Gondor. Legolas did not understand until he opened it. One of my advisors has surely kept some paintings of her, Thranduil had said at their last good-bye, and when Legolas realized, he was looking at the last proof besides himself that existed in Eryn Lasgalen, that the realm had, indeed, once had a Queen, Legolas’ hands started to shake.

When he looked up, Thranduil had already left the clearing. Some tales were still too painful to be told, even a whole Age later. But at least his father had finally stopped running, and that was as good a beginning as any.

Your mother was raised in the wilderness of Eryn Galen, by a wandering Silvan tribe, the first picture caption said,and there is no elf alive or dead who ever loved these woods more.

Legolas couldn’t help but remembering all the monsters his father had fought to keep Mirkwood protected all this time and instinctively felt like objecting that assessment. Which was probably why he’d been left alone to read. There were some things his father would not hear from anyone, not even from him.

They named her after the bed of flowers she was born in, another image description said, and there was no place in the palace she was rather in than her rose garden. After she left us, it was never the same. It misses her too much.

Legolas wondered if his father had ever even heard people wondering, if he had ever seen how visitors stared in awe at what little meadows and flowerbeds their home in the mountain was able to sustain, confused by how the King managed to keep so much green and beauty around him alive while dark creatures tried to eat most of his woods.

Merilas was a far better leader to our people than I ever learned to be, it said below an image that must be of his father’s and his mother’s coronation. It was a portrait that Legolas knew from the hallways of his home, only the second half of it must have been cut off thousands of years ago. Now it was finally whole again.

Yet Legolas could think of was his father grieving for his late parents and wife for millennia but never following the chance to reunite with them in the west, not as long as there was still a single elf left in their home who needed the guidance of a functioning government.

Your mother loved you the way I failed to, it said under the first image that Legolas ever saw of himself of the time before he’d come of age, in the arms of a she-elf whose face he’d forgotten. What he had never forgotten was his father tucking him in every night once Legolas had understood that his mother would never come home, and spending more than one night uncomfortably crouched next to him in bed or on the floor, because holding on to the softness of his father’s hair had been the only thing comforting Legolas enough to sleep.

Your mother could drink anyone under the table, including me, the next page said. But I’ve never seen her drunk in my life. Unlike me, she knew her limits.

Legolas thought of all those nights after his mother had left when he’d found his father lying half-passed out in his wine cellar, and wondered if maybe his mother had simply not been faced with the same burdens before her death that his father had had to bear for two Ages in a row.

There was no one who spoke the language of the animals in our home like your mother, Legolas read. When the darkness came, she saved many creatures we’d already thought lost. She ran with the foxes, sang with the nightingales and rode white deer instead of horses. It became quiet in the woods when she died. They are still looking for her.

Legolas thought about his father teaching him how to ride a moose and accompanying every single of his mounts to their death. About how he had allowed Legolas to have a whole zoo in his chambers when he’d been little because the voices of the woods was the only thing making the loneliness better. Tears were starting to stain the pages of this collection of precious, rare memories he’d been given here.

When we first met, your mother almost put an arrow through my heart because none of us could speak a word of the other’s language. That was when I knew she was the best archer this realm has ever seen and that she was the one I wanted to wed. I wish she could have watched you in the war. She would have been very proud of you.

Legolas wondered if his father actually remembered that it had been him who had shown Legolas most of what he knew about his skill or if these were things Thranduil had simply chosen to forget.

Your mother did not fear death, and that was what took her in the end, his father wrote, and those last words were blurry by an unsteady hand and salt. She was dealt a mortal wound defending the borders of our lands and our people from the aftermath of war. She would not allow any creature of darkness anywhere near you. When we last talked, she asked me to do the same, and yet I have almost lost you to the shadow of the east countless times. Your mother’s legacy is a documentary of my failure. She was everything I never could be. If we ever see her again, I hope that the memories that you two will build will be better.

Legolas closed the book that had just become one of his biggest treasures with a heavy heart. With a new barrel and two glasses under his arm, he went to see where the King had left off to.

The night was still young, and Thranduil’s visit in his settlement had only just begun, but he wasn’t sure if there would even be enough time left before Thranduil would leave these realms, to at least start trying to make him see how very wrong he was.

Still, Legolas had to try at least. They’d both been running for far too long.

- Tales Untold: SHADOW OF THE DAY (#13) (cut scene)

For @tolkienocweek

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elvish-sky · 3 years

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Beloved: My Everything

A.N: I’m back with part 2 of Beloved!! I’ll be coming back for real tomorrow, but I was so excited that I could not wait to post this! You can probably tell I had way too much fun with this, and I really did. And I got to write Arien again! I hope you guys love it as much as I do!!

Word Count: 3,712

Summary: Erebor is preparing for the seven-year anniversary celebration of the BotFA. As the Queen, you are fully involved, but you and Thorin also have to manage the excitement of your adopted seven-year-old, Arien.

Pairings: Thorin x Reader, Bard x Thranduil, Fíli x Sigrid

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing.

Beloved Part 1 Director’s Commentary

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Beloved: My Everything

“Adad! Mama! Look!”

Arien was sprinting down the hallway towards the council room, newly lost tooth in hand as she called out for her father. Bursting through the double doors, the seven-year-old ran the length of the room before jumping into Thorin’s lap, proudly grinning to show him the new gap in her teeth.

Sitting next to your husband, you stifled a giggle as Thorin examined the tooth, looking like he was examining a precious piece of metal because of how focused he was. Meanwhile, the rest of the council was in various states of annoyance or fond disapproval of the meeting, Balin shaking his head with a smile at the picture the royal family was painting.

It was true you were an odd group. After adopting Arien on the quest for Erebor and reclaiming the mountain, your future had seemed uncertain while Thorin’s life hung in the balance. But he had recovered, and the two of you had been married in a stunning ceremony, with a toddler Arien placing the queen’s crown on your head. The dwarves had been worried at first about having a human queen and princess, but your calming effect on Thorin and Arien’s general cuteness had quickly won them over. Of course, the fact that your first council meeting ever had started with you walking in and throwing knives in rapid succession so that they speared the table between each of the council members (except Balin’s) hands may have given them a healthy fear of you as well.

Now, six years later, the kingdom was thriving. Trade with Dale was stronger than ever, and the uneasy alliance with the elves had grown into something more tolerant. In fact, Kings Thranduil and Bard would be visiting in five days for the anniversary of the Battle of the Five Armies, as it had come to be known.

The year after the battle was a hard one. Thorin and his nephews were grievously injured, and while they healed it had been up to you and Balin to run the kingdom. On the first anniversary of the Battle, the mood in Erebor was noticeably somber. Although the king and princes had healed, it didn’t seem as if the kingdom would ever fully recover. You had noticed this, and remembering that an elven envoy, with the king, was in Dale, had mustered up a feast and invited the men and elves to what would become a yearly tradition.

Now, you were in the throes of planning the event with the council.

“That tooth is lovely, darling. Now go play so that Mama and I can finish work, ok?” Thorin pressed the tooth back into Arien’s hand. “And take good care of this!”

Arien left the room with a beaming smile, waving at all of the councilors.

Days later, Arien burst into the room you shared with Thorin.

“Mama! Adad! Wake up! The elves are coming today!”

Thorin groaned. “Arien. How many times do I have to tell you that you should not be this excited about elves? You should be happier to see orcs than you should be to see elves.”

She grinned, ignoring him and throwing open the curtains, the sunlight streaming through the windows setting her dark skin aglow.

“Arien, no.” You gestured for her to close them, shielding your face from the early morning sun.

“But Mama they’re coming today! Imma see Sigrid and Bain and Tilda, and Uncle Bard and Uncle Thranduil and Leggy!” She pranced about the room, gesturing as she talked about everyone.

You smirked at Thorin, who had one arm thrown over his face, hair splayed on the pillow. His bare chest was glowing in the sunlight, but you were focused on the expression of annoyance you could barely see under his arm. Thorin was extremely disapproving of the fact that your daughter called Thranduil ‘Uncle,’ and adored Legolas so much. Personally, you thought it was great, helping to bridge the divide between the kingdoms. You also were friends with the Elven-King, him having sheltered you during the whole Arkenstone fiasco, and Legolas was one of your good friends as well.

“I suppose we should get up.” You shooed Arien out of the room, into her adjoining set in the royal wing, before turning back to your husband. You leaned down to kiss him.

“C’mon, Thorin. We really should get up.” You pressed a trail of kisses down his jaw, hoping to coax him up.

He groaned, sitting up. “Fine. I suppose I should look my best to upstage the elves.”

You sighed. “If that’s what gets you up then so be it.”

Thorin smirked at you, standing up and grabbing a leather tie from his wardrobe, and binding his hair back so that it cascaded down his back. You walked over to him, hugging him from behind.

“You know that Arien and I will always love you more than the elves, right?”

He nodded, turning to kiss you. “I love you too.”

Later that day, you strode down the hall, Dori by your side.

“We have everything set up in the hall?”

He nodded.

“All the food is ready?”

He nodded again.

“And the drinks? We have the Mirkwood wines that they shipped ahead?”

“Yes, Y/N. Everything is going to be fine, we’ve been planning for months. Now, the elves are about to arrive. You need to meet your husband and daughter at the gates.”

“Ok, then. See you later?”

“Go, Y/N!” Dori shooed you in the direction of the gates, and, laughing, you turned and walked away.

You stood at the entrance to Erebor, holding hands with a bouncing Arien, Thorin on her other side. You shared a smile with him, leaning over your daughter to kiss him quickly before turning to face the approaching elves. Thranduil dismounted from his elk, Legolas doing the same from his horse, and they walked towards you.

“Your majesties, your highness,” the Elven-King greeted you all with a nod of his head.

You and Thorin returned the greeting in kind, clasping the elves’ forearms. Arien stood there, now quivering with excitement, and when you nodded to her that it was okay to say hello she burst forward with a cry of, “Uncle Thranduil!!” throwing herself into his arms.

“Hello, little one,” Thranduil greeted her with a smile, hugging her back only slightly awkwardly.

You had to admit that your daughter had a good effect on the elf, he was much less prickly than he used to be. You fondly recalled the time when, visiting Mirkwood with Arien and Thorin, you had been unable to find your daughter for several hours. It was only upon going outside that you discovered the Princess of Erebor and the King of Mirkwood making flower-crowns together. Thorin’s jaw had dropped, while you had just smiled, watching Arien’s springy coils of hair bounce, her dark skin glowing as she ran around the elf, weaving flowers into his hair.

Now, Thranduil was lifting Arien to pet his elk, smiling as the child giggled. He set her down after a moment, looking behind you at the three new dwarves who had just appeared.

“Your highnesses.” He dipped his head again in greeting, this time to Fíli, Kíli, and Dis. They greeted him in kind before Kíli strode forward to Legolas. The elf bent his head to listen to the dwarf, before nodding and following the dwarf into the mountain, gesturing about what looked like bows and other archery-related things.

“And, that’s the last we’ll see of Legolas and Kíli until someone finds them to bring them to the party!” Thorin smiled as he spoke, and with that, the last of the remaining tension was broken. Thorin grabbed Arien’s hand, leading the delighted child back into the mountain. Thranduil offered you his arm and you gladly accepted, chatting with an old friend as the rest of the elven delegation followed you into Erebor.

“When will Bard be arriving?”

Your eyebrows rose at the informal use of the king’s name, but you answered nonetheless.

“We expect him just before dusk.”

Thranduil smiled softly at this, piquing your curiosity even more, but you let it slide and continued the conversation to other topics.

Back in your rooms, having repeated the whole greeting process with Bard, you helped your husband and daughter get ready for the party. Thorin had donned his finest Durin blue robes, the silver embroidery twining around the cuffs and the hem and highlighting the silver strands of his hair. Arien was resplendent in bright gold, her circlet glowing against her dark skin. Her new dress had blue embroidery around the hem, with reflective panels sewn in to refract golden light all over the room.

And you were radiant in a silver dress, full skirts swirling around your feet and Durin blues ribbons twined through your hair. Your crown sat on your brow lightly, you having opted for the delicate one to save yourself a headache. The three of you put together looked like the very picture of royalty, the elements of Durin blue in each outfit tying it all together as a familial piece.

Later that night, you sat at the high table, gazing around the great room. Arien had been hauled off by Bain and Tilda, and you could see the two older ones playing with her, all three looking delighted.

Sigrid and Fíli were at the center of the dance floor, her laughing at something he said as he twirled her around. You looked forward to cashing in the bet you had made with Thorin about them being a couple- you were rarely right and had lost spectacularly in the bet you had made about Kíli and Legolas (you had been so certain they were dating, but it was just their shared love of archery. And, as Thorin has pointed out, two people that obsessed with their hair would not have worked well in a relationship). Besides, your nephew looked very happy with the human girl.

Kíli and Legolas had deigned to join the party after their customary archery competition, and each was mingling with different crowds. Legolas looked to be regaling a group of humans with his exploits, while Kíli had joined his cousin, Bain, and Tilda in making mischief.

Meanwhile, Thranduil and Bard were conversing in a corner, leaned close together over their glasses of wine, which made you even more suspicious. You resolved to find out what was going on with the two of them while they were staying with you for the next several days.

Thorin tapped you on the shoulder, startling you from your observations. You looked up to see him standing next to your chair, hand outstretched.

“Shall we dance, amralîme?”

“Yes, please. Let’s show them how it’s done.”

You grabbed his hand, walking over to the dance for and twirling on. You heard clapping as the King and Queen of Erebor were spotted on the dance floor, and smiled. There were few things you loved more than dancing with your husband, and so as the band began to play you started.

The dancing was lovely, you switched partners after the first to dance with Fíli, then with a suddenly appearing Kíli, then Legolas. Thranduil swooped in to take your hand after his son, and Bard danced with you after the elf. Your night was rounded out by Bain asking for a dance, which you happily obliged (you didn’t want to be disloyal to any of the others, but aside from the elves, who were inherently graceful, Bain was the best dancer of the lot).

As you walked off the dance floor for what you hoped was the last time (your feet were starting to hurt), you noticed that the room was quickly emptying. It made sense, it was extremely late. You had left the celebration halfway through to put Arien to sleep, leaving an equally sleepy Kíli to watch over her. Sigrid had left with Bain and Tilda a little while ago, while Fíli sat on the dais with his uncle, softly speaking with him. Bard and Thranduil had disappeared at some point as well, although you could not say when, or if they had left together.

Now, you walked up the dais to grab your husband. Saying a quick farewell to Fíli, you entwined your fingers with Thorin’s, making your way out of the hall.

“I think we’ll be having another wedding soon,” your husband said.

You grinned. “I did tell you so. Now pay up.”

He dipped his head in acknowledgment. “So you did. And I can’t fulfill the bet until it snows, you know that.”

You did. You had set the conditions of the bet to be that if Thorin won, you’d have to dress like him for two weeks. You wouldn’t have minded, except for the large clunky boots he always wore. You would have looked ridiculous If you won, Thorin had to have a snowball fight with whoever the highest-ranking visiting diplomat was.

Reaching your room, you leaned against the door.

“I had a lovely night.” You leaned in to kiss your husband.

“I did too.” He kissed you back, before pushing open the door.

You gasped as you entered your room, looking through the windows. It was snowing.

“I guess you’ll have to fulfill your end of the best tonight!” You smirked. “And you know, we have two equally high-ranking people in Erebor right now!”

Thorin buried his face in his hands. “You’re telling me I have to start a snowball fight with Thranduil and Bard.”

You grinned, quickly changing into a warm tunic and boots, throwing a cloak over it all as Thorin did the same.

As you headed out the door, you heard Thorin mutter, “actually, throwing a snowball at that pompous elf might not be the worst thing after all,” under his breath, causing you to giggle.

You first went next door to Arien’s room, waking Kíli while careful not to rouse Arien. The prince was groggy at first, but brightened when you said the words “snowball fight.”

“Should we wake Arien?” Kíli was putting on his own cloak as he spoke.

You looked at Thorin, considering.

“She’ll be very upset if she finds out we played in the snow without her,” Thorin observed.

You walked over to her bed, shaking her gently awake.

“Mama? Is it morning?” Arien blinked her eyes open, groggy.

“No, my darling. It’s snowing! Adad needs to have a snowball fight, so we’re going outside!”

She sprang out of bed. “Snow! I love snow!”

You helped her put on her small tunic and pants, fastening her cloak tight before she tugged her boots on. Reaching out, she grabbed Thorin and Kíli’s hands.

“C’mon Adad, c’mon Kee! We’re gonna have a snowball fight!”

You followed them to Fíli’s door, then Dis’, both of whom were enthusiastic about the plan. You sent Fíli, Arien, and Kíli to rouse Bard’s children and Legolas, the adults making your way to Bard’s room.

Turning the corner, you, Thorin, and Dis stopped short.

Bard and Thranduil were entwined, kissing, in the middle of the hallway, Bard’s fingers running through the elf’s hair. Hearing your gasp, they broke apart, flushed. You all just stood there, dumbstruck for a moment, before you were spurred into action.

Walking forward, you slung an arm around each of their shoulders. “Yes, yes, congratulations and all that. Now, it’s snowing, so we’re going outside. But we’re all very happy for the two of you.”

Thorin and Dis nodded along with your words, and the five of you walked down the hall towards the gates to meet the rest of the royals.

At the main entrance, you walked over to the small door beside the massive gates, unlocking it and gesturing for everyone to follow you outside.

As soon as they were out in the snow, Fíli and Sigrid sprinted away from the mountain, and you could see them beginning to build a fort. Kíli grabbed Bain and Arien to assist him in building another, and Legolas and Tilda were starting to stockpile snowballs together. You could sense that this was the beginning of a snow-war.

Turning around, you saw your husband, the King Under the Mountain, climbing the outside walls of Erebor with a pile of snow cradled in his cloak. Finding a secure perch, he gathered the snow into balls and started raining them down on Thranduil, who shrieked at the cold, startling Bard who stood next to him into quickly moving away.

Thranduil, running over to his son’s stockpile of snowballs, was bombarded from all sides as he tried to steal from Legolas and Tilda. Succeeding, the elf started throwing them back at Thorin, nailing him directly in his face. Thorin dropped to the ground, Bard hitting him with another snow projectile shortly after. You laughed with Dis as you watched three of the most powerful people in Middle-Earth have a snowball fight.

Suddenly, white splattered all over Dis, who turned to see her younger son standing sheepishly behind her.

“Sorry, Amad. I was aiming for Uncle!” Kíli had his hands raised in defense.

“No, you were not! You’re an archer, Kíli, I know you hit what you aim at! And your Uncle is all the way over there!” Dis advanced on Kíli, a snowball in each hand, and her son promptly turned and ran, shrieking as she chased after him.

You were standing there, quite content to watch it all unfold as Fíli and Sigrid led an attack on Legolas and Tilda, Arien and Bain sneaking up to attack them from the rear. Your peace was disturbed, however, by something ice-cold being shoved down your back. You spun around, screaming, to see a smirking Thorin standing behind you. You tackled him into the snow, wrestling until you had him pinned beneath you. He was flushed, both from the cold and exertion, panting, and so irresistible that you leaned down to kiss him.

Thorin quickly deepened the kiss, and you responded, until a shout of, “Cool off, lovebirds!” rang out. Springing up in case someone was about to dump snow on you, you saw Tilda and Legolas dumping snow on the heads of Fíli and Sigrid, who quickly broke apart from their kiss with yells of “So cold!” and “Ouch!” Tilda, Bain, and Legolas, with Arien perched on his shoulders. stood there with large grins on their faces as you and Thorin made your way to join them.

“Where are your fathers?” you asked Legolas and Tilda.

They shrugged, and you turned to your husband.

Thorin smirked. “Shall we go find them?”

You nodded, along with Fíli, Sigrid, Legolas, Arien still on his shoulders, Bain, and Tilda, and all scooped up several snowballs each. Kíli and Dis appeared, Kíli looking suitably chastened, and each grabbed an armful of snow as well.

“What are we doing?” Kíli whispered.

“We’re gonna ambush Bard and Thranduil,” Thorin informed him, “Have you seen them?”

Dis nodded, “They’re just around the corner of the walls. But… maybe their children shouldn’t be around for this?”

Sigrid laughed. “It’s fine. They’ve been dating for months now, and neither of them is exactly subtle. Our father has made so many trips to Mirkwood recently that we got suspicious and enlisted Legolas for help.”

The elf nodded. “Tilda snuck to Mirkwood in one of the carts her father brought and told me everything. We officially found out when we walked in on them kissing in the throne room.”

Tilda rolled her eyes. “They really do need to work on stealth. But the important thing here is that they don’t know we know.”

“So wait. You’ve known for months and didn’t tell us?!” Thorin was offended.

Bain shrugged. “It wasn’t our news to tell.”

“And that’s exactly the right attitude,” you smiled at him. “Now, let us go ambush some kings!”

Sticking close to the side of the mountain, you all snuck in a line. Thorin and Legolas had climbed up to dump snow on the two kings from above, while the rest of you attacked from the ground. Before climbing, Legolas had transferred Arien to Fíli’s shoulders, where she was happily preparing ammo.

You held out a hand for everyone behind you to stop, peering around the corner at Thranduil and Bard kissing as the snow fell around them. It looked quite romantic, to be honest, but a good snowball surprise was worth disrupting the moment.

You motioned to Thorin and Legolas, perched above, to begin.

“To quote Tilda, cool off, lovebirds!”

Thorin dumped a pile of snow on their heads, and the rest of you sprung around the corner to bombard them with snowballs. They quickly retaliated, and it dissolved into chaos once again, everyone having the time of their lives.

Dis, Bain, and Tilda had taken Arien in a while ago, Dis staying with her niece, but the rest of you had enjoyed the snow for a while longer. You had all officially congratulated Bard and Thranduil on their relationship, and after the initial shock of finding out that their children had known for months, they were very pleased.

Now, you were walking back to your rooms with your husband in the early hours of the morning. You still felt the blood in your cheeks, exhilarated from the adrenaline and happiness, and Thorin was still flushed from the cold beside you. You pushed open the doors to your bedroom, Thorin shutting them behind you. You walked to your wardrobe, changing out of the soaked tunic and pants into your nightclothes, Thorin doing the same.

Once changed, you climbed into bed next to your husband, laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating as his hand came up to your face, tilting up to his. Thorin slanted his lips over yours, and you responded for a sweet, long kiss, filled with love and all the emotions you could not put into words.

You decided to try anyway. “I love you so much, amralîme. You’re everything I could ever want. You and Arien.”

Thorin smiled. “I love you too, my everything.”

You heard the words rumble in his chest, and smiled softly. You had your beloved husband and daughter. Seven years later, everything was perfect.

Everything tag 💕: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @wellofeternalthirst @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel

Thorin tag: @lathalea

Beloved pt 2 tag: @beakami

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nocompromise-noregrets · 2 years

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Oh I'd love to read your thoughts on modern thranduil, legolas, any character you like

Hi, anon! I couldn't see myself writing a modern AU, originally (I'm not very good at AUs) so I didn't have many thoughts about modern versions of the characters, but then the idea for a daft Christmas movie AU came to me, and then All I Want Is You-'verse happened. In which:

Thranduil is Lord Greenwood, widowed, isolated, very lonely when his kids are away at boarding school, and he's rattling around in his enormous stately home with only Galion the butler for company. He owns, if not quite 'half the county' as Sigrid off-handedly puts it early on, a large country estate, which he runs as carefully, ethically and environmentally-responsibly as he can; he is painfully aware of the ridiculous privilege he's inherited through an accident of birth, and he tries his best to do good things with it all, support local community organisations and so on. He is rather reserved and, I think, actually quite shy (that's the British aristocracy for you...) which can come off as stand-offish and forbidding.

Legolas is eighteen years old, in his last year at boarding school, outgoing and friendly, into things like athletics and archery and history, and the member of the family most likely to be getting into trouble at protest marches, seed-bombing patches of wasteland, and probably superglueing himself to railings/diggers/bridges etc, given half a chance.

Tauriel is seventeen, very quiet and reserved, was adopted by Thranduil and his late wife when she was small after her parents died in a house fire - her dad was the woodsman on Thranduil's estate and Tauriel and Legolas had been best friends since they were tiny so it made all the sense. She likes horseriding, and she often goes and sits on the roof of Greenwood Hall to think. She also likes Sigrid, very much.

Bard is an exhausted, widowed single dad who was made redundant from his job as a museum curator (specialism: medieval weaponry) a few years ago and has been barely making ends meet as a delivery driver ever since. He'd like nothing more than to get another museum job, but there's nothing on the horizon. His one priority in life is making sure his kids are okay.

Sigrid is sixteen, also likes horseriding (and Tauriel, very much), and books and spends most of her time studying, working at the riding school at weekends in exchange for lessons, and looking after her siblings. (Her Da hates that she's had to take on so much responsibility)

Bain is fourteen, likes football and computer games, and if he were any more laid-back he'd be horizontal. He's quick-witted and more interested in his schoolwork, especially history, than he likes to let on. He's the artist of the family, too.

Tilda is ten, massively outgoing, given to asking awkward questions, thinks Legolas is the cat's pyjamas, and is probably going to be going to demonstrations with him just as soon as Covid's over. Weapons-grade cuteness which frequently requires warnings in chapter notes.

Thranduil has been noticing the very handsome delivery driver who's been bringing his wine orders (and may possibly have been making more orders as a consequence) but hasn't quite managed to actually speak to him...until he does, and then they bump into each other, quite literally, in town a couple of weeks before Christmas. At which point the kids take matters into their own hands. And then three months later the first lockdown happens and things rather accelerate from there. :D

I actually work, part-time, in a stately home, so I've ended up channelling all sorts of things into this story from personal experience, and I've been having a whale of a time with it, although I'm rather stalled on it at the moment (then again, I'm stalled on pretty much everything at the moment...)

I did write another modern AU for Tolkien Secret Santa, in which Bard and Thranduil were friends as teenagers and never quite got round to doing anything about (or indeed understanding) what they felt about each other before they went off to uni and lost touch, and then run into each other 25-odd years later; in that one Thranduil is a very repressed (and probably demisexual/grey-ace) top-flight QC (Queen's Counsel, a top lawyer) and Bard is assistant distribution manager for a brewery in their home town, and the kids are more or less as above - I had to put my foot down with that one at 14k words or it would have turned into another massive series and I haven't the time or the mental energy for it at the moment XD

I do tend to take the movie portrayal of Thranduil as inspiration rather than the book one, which is probably why my versions of him are all rather more reserved than many others. Which is why fandom is so awesome - there's room for everyone! :D

Thank you very much for asking! <333333 I've never really sat down and thought about my headcanons before, much less actually written a post for them. I am wondering whether perhaps I should do something like this for Empty Vessel-'verse (my enormous sprawling Middle-Earth-set series)...it's certainly big enough, and I do have a large number of headcanons for it at this point...

#lotr #all i want is you #modern au #otp: bi widower dads #bard/thranduil #barduil #sigrid/tauriel #sigriel #bard the bowman #thranduil #bardlings #sigrid #tilda #bain #legolas #tauriel #my writing #headcanons

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luna-redamancy · 4 years

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Hi, I'm sorry but would you mind doing an emergency request for me? I have an abusive ex who used to stalk me for about two to four years. I had to move because I'm in a military family but I'm moving back to the city he lives in and I'm scared. It's probably completely irrational, it's been so long, but I need something to calm me down. Could I please get a fic with Thranduil comforting and protecting a male reader?

Oh lovey, please don’t apologize! I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, I hope you know that you never deserved anything that happened to you. If you ever need to talk or need another request please please don’t hesitate.

I hope this helps even just a little:

The minute you stepped foot into Rivendell, you felt sick to your stomach. Back in the place you never wanted to be in for the rest of your life. After experiencing several instances with an ex-courtee, your family thought it best to seek refuge in the Woodland Realm near Esgaroth and Erebor.

Looking down the familiar roads and statues you couldn’t help the urge to look over your shoulder grow back tenfold.

“Are you alright, my dearest?” Thranduil’s deep voice brought you out of your thoughts, your eyes rapidly blinking before turning to him. “I..I..” You struggled to find the words as he approached you. You had stopped your elk a few paces behind him.

“What is troubling you?”

“Nothing…” You shook your head with a smile, forcing your fears away as you fought your anxiety. “Just odd being back, is all.” You reasoned, holding your hand out for him to interlace it with his own.

“If you say so…” He mumbled, giving you a slight side eye as you two resumed your walk into the place you used to see as home.

As much as you tried to fight it, you couldn’t bite down the fear that crawled up your throat and bit into you. Your heart began to pound in your chest as you locked eyes with the one person you never wanted to see again, a wicked smile forming on their face followed with glee. You couldn’t help the way your hand began to tremble, causing you to set down your wine glass.

Thranduil looked to you in concern, noticing the way you began to withdraw. “Excuse us for a moment,” Thranduil excused the two of you from the dining room, gently tugging you into the hallway away from prying ears.

“What has frightened you so, my dear heart?” He questioned as you gripped onto his sleeve like a vice, burying your face in his neck.

“Not a what… A.. A who..” You whispered out, not wanting to admit out loud what was happening.

“Who has frightened you?” Thranduil adjusted his question, pulling you closer to him, his scent filling your senses to remind you that you aren’t alone, you have your beloved.

“Do you remember when I first came to your realm?” Your voice was muffled by his tunic, but he heard you loud and clear. Memories of the way you looked over your shoulder, jumping when someone would knock on your chamber doors, when the maids would tidy up things unexpectedly to show that someone had been in your room. You were absolutely terrified.

Deciding not to pry, Thranduil only nodded, “I remember very well.” Was all he said as he noticed a figure coming out of the dining hall, trying to blend in the shadows to find you.

“And I will protect you from the vile thing that hurt you so,” He nearly growled out, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Av-'osto (Don’t be afraid).”

Your ex-courtee was furious at seeing another elf’s hands on you, touching you so intimately. Rushing from the shadows, he reached to strike at Thranduil, only for Thranduil to turn you both away from his attack. “Go alert Lord Elrond, my dearest.” Thranduil gave you a reassuring smile as the elf charged him once more, only for Thranduil to restrain him.

“You think you can harm someone and go away unscathed?” Thranduil was seething, the remembrance of the fear on your face fueling his grip to stay like iron shackles around him until the guards came.

“Sevig thû úan (You smell like a monster).”

“Leithio nin! (Release me!)” Your ex screamed out, kicking in the air as two guards approached, taking him into their custody.

As soon as Thranduil’s hands were freed, he approached you. Your form shaking from seeing and hearing the one you wished so hard to never come across again. His rageful expression softening at the tears rolling down your cheeks, he pulled you into his embrace once more, your safe haven.

“Focus on my heartbeat, my Melda tár (beloved king)... You need not look over your shoulder anymore.” And for the first time, in a very long time, you felt safe.

Thranduil’s embrace being a solace in the storm of your emotions, a safety net ready to protect you from the harm awaiting in the darkest of shadows.

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On Everlasting Adventures with You

Pairing : Legolas x Time Traveller! / Immortal! Reader , Platonic! Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst , Slight war plot , Kind of OOC Thranduil ,Y/N being an oblivious idiot ,Fluff

Summary : Returning abruptly years later may or may not have been Y/N's best decision

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Legolas tsked as he fought against a Orc ,regretting not leaving with Gimli to the undying lands and staying back in Mirkwood . Especially considering the frequent spider and orc attacks. A series of loud bangs erupted startling the elves , followed by the orcs dropping dead, a hole burning through each of their heads. "Whoooo ! 1800 years and I've still got it ! Still a bit rough on the edges though-" Stretch. The owner of the voice froze, her hands in the air as if in surrender,looking at Legolas who had drawn his arrow aiming at her . She awkwardly chucked "Surprise?....... Wrong timing? ", she says, immediately regretting it.

Time Skip

"Oh come on! Guys let me at least explain ! Thranduil, Legolas, even you Tauriel ? ", the woman coaxed as she was being escorted into the dungeons by the soldiers, her hands tied behind her back. The three elves ignored her as she was pushed into the dungeons hearing Legolas hissing at the soldiers to 'be gentle' making a smile appear on the woman's face. Now leaving her alone inside forgetting about her hands still being tied to her back

Irritated. The prince tossed around on his mattress as his brain refused to shut down for that night, a quick thought coming into his head. He sat up straight fetching his bow and arrow as he proceeded to walk out of his chambers .The corridors of the palace being silent with nothing but the sounds of the crickets chirping. He sneaked down the stairs rushing into the celllar “Your hands !-”,he stopped his eyes snapping towards the woman as she sat by the litte ledge inside the cellar looking out of the small window as the moon shone on her face. She looked at the prince bringing her untiedhands forward. “They forgot to do it for me so I did it myself .I may have dislocated my shoulder though.” She said as Legolas stood there with his jaw clenched. “Didn’t you feel guilt ?” , he whispered his voice almost left unheard to the woman. She averted her gaze avay from Legolas ,”What are you saying ?” .”YOU DISSAPPEARED Y/N ! YOU LEFT US ! YOU DESTROYED WHAT WAS LEFT BETWEEN US !”,the prince vented angrily making the woman flinch. “Please Legolas, try to understand ! I was only trying to save you, to save Mirkwood” .”Oh stop it ! Protect us from what !? Surprise Y/N ! We can protect ourselves.” Y/N pinched her forehead ,”You may be strong in middle earth but you can’t protect yourself from the future!” “Get to the point.” “I AM A TIME TRAVELLER LEGOLAS ! I CANNOT STAY AT ONE PLACE FOREVER “ . silence. “Are you humoring me ? Time travellers can’t possibly exist.”,Legolas said,slightly annoyed by this point. “I am not , we exist,we are what the future calls as royalty Legolas.Each kingdom has one who will rule them. I had stayed in Mirkwood longer than required it is against the customs of a time traveller . The night before I dissappeared I had gotten a warning from the council of the future ,to leave or give up the throne of my kingdom . If I didn’t choose either they promised to destroy what was precious to me.....Mirkwood. And if I chose to give up the throne and have had joined you in the fellowship you would have died protecting me, and I could never forgive myself for that. Not only for loosing you but for taking a son away from his father.You are way too precious to Thranduil, I saw how devasted he would have been. I chose to leave and promised to return in a year or two . But the council threatened my family that they’d take over our people if I leave for the next few years. I thought it was best to wait...Till the entire council dies and a new,good council is formed. I took long....and now all of you hate me....” , said Y/N giving a dry humourless chuckle.Legolas looked at her ,she had changed , she was no longer the girl laughed at everything,the girl everyone in Mirkwood including Thranduil adored . The girl before him was built to fight,couldn’t feel pain, her bright (e/c) eyes faded to nothingness ,pleading for help .And here the entirity of Mirkwood saw her as a betrayer.He couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Y/N's eyes softened at the elven Prince's guilt tripped face as she moved towards the bars dividing the two . "It doesn't matter anymore. I just wanted to see all of you. " "BUT IT DOES MATTER! " ,Y/N's eyes widened due to his sudden outburst ."Lego-" "IT MATTERS BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!".Silence. As if the air just got thicker. A thick lump formed in the woman's throat as her heart paliptated ridiculously. " How long?", Y/N croaked, her voice barely a whisper as it fell into the Prince's elvish ears."Since the day you saved that little elf from getting hit by an arrow", whispered back Legolas coming closer to the bars. Somehow it seemed as if Y/N’s eyes were returning with colour.

The two were quite alarmingly close,but it did not bother them. Not now,not ever.Legolas took Y/N’s hands by slipping his behind the bars . A soft sigh escaped for both their mouths before Legolas pressed his lips against her soft ones.It seemed like an eternity before the two seperated breathing heavily . They stared at each other in peaceful silence before Legolas took the initiative to speak up, “I’ll tell Ada, I’ll ask him to let you go ,we’ll tell him the truth..” Y/N looked at him blankly a small hint of confusion on her face. “But Thranduil knows what I am.” This time it was Legolas’ chance to make the confused face before coming into realization, “WHAT !?” ,he almost yelled making Y/N frantically shush him not to attract any attention from the guards. “I had told him when I had first come here to prove I’m not an intruder. Even when I left,I left him a letter on the reason of my sudden departure. I am pretty sure he is angry that I have been away for a longer time than I told him. He feels lied to.” Legolas looked at her exasperated.He was at a loss of words. “I am still asking Ada to release you”, he said before giving her one last kiss and leaving the dungeon.

--Time Skip--

Y/N sat on her knees in front of the throne, her hands tied behind her back as she and everyone in the court watched the elven king twirling the gun he confiscated from the girl while looking straight at her. “How does this.....contraption....work..?” , he said pointing it towards the ceiling as Y/N’s eyes widened “Thran- I don’t think that is a good idea.THRANDUIL N-” bang “- o”.The noise made the ever stoic elves flinch with shock,Thranduil almost falling off his throne as he and his subjects looked at the precise hole on the ceiling above him. The distraction gave time to Y/N to easily get out of her restraints as she stomped up to Thranduil, snatching the gun out of his hand. “Give me that! You really need to start listening instead of being stubborn Thran ! One wrong aim and I swear to God one of us would have dropped dead including your dumbass!?”, she yelled at the still shock ridden elven king. He just stared at her, though through his stoic face she could very much see he missed her. She missed him too. She loved him,he was her best friend and she knew that excuses were usless, for she had broken her promise to him. He had waited, everyone had. She had to make it all right. She sighed, her eyes softened now,the same way they had softened for Legolas yesterday night.If there was any softeness left in the girl anymore it was probably only there for the father and his son. The rest leaving as years passed. She stepped down the throne as looked at Legolas, who was practically begging her to not do anything more stupid or she’ll be put in the dungeons again. But she was Y/N , a time traveller, adventure and stupidity practically ran in her blood. Not only that but she’d even claim that she new Thranduil a bit better than most. Being a time traveller gave her a chance to predict future or correct the past considering that was exactly what her duty was truly supposed to be,correcting timelines that is. She had restored the future elven race by making sure Thranduil was save and sound, she had overlooked him since he was a mere elfling and was probably also one of the reason the king had survived the wrath of the northern dragons with just his face scarred she had stopped looking after him after that. She knew Thranduil but he didn’t know her until she made a sudden appearence during the battle of the five armies .She knew how to make Thranduil forgive her and even more. She mumbled a few incantations and suddenly a small glass globe appeared in front of Thranduil. “Thran, I’m really sorry about what happened but what the globe shows is the true reason I broke my promise,” the woman said with full sincerity.

There was silence in the throne room before Thranduil made an action as if to dismiss the court asking only Legolas and you to stay. “You did it for us...”,he said confirming his own words earning a nod from the woman. “Then I guess I have to apologize for putting you into the dungeons although it seems to have been proven quite useful to you and Legolas. The other two in the room froze. One looking at the other in quite the shock unlike the king who seemed to have a smug look upon his face. “Globe you little shit !”, grumbled Y/N makng the globe dissapear. Legolas figured that the globe may have shown more than necessary. “I want to hear it from you, Iôn nin”,his father practically ordered. “Im mel hen (I love her)”,he replied a sudden shyness engulfing Y/N. “I know you will ask me to let Legolas go on adventures with you but I’m still quite unconvinced.”, said Thranduil deciding to tease the woman a bit more. Y/N only grinned bashfully before saying, “I figured, so I may have brought you the best wine from my age and it’s in my time travelling machine”. The king grumbled, “Fine ! But both of you better return here every 10 years !” “Aww will someone miss us?” “Shut up Y/N” “Ada!”

--Time Skip--

“Are you ready to go my Prince ?”

“I promised Y/N, I promised to go on Everlasting Adventures with you..”

--Fin--

Yaay! Finally done ! I have been pondering like an idiot over this fic but I guess it turned out well ! This wasn’t a request but I felt like it was really interesting ! I hope you guys liked it ! Please do comment me your thoughts!” Thank you for reading ! I love you guys!

~Love, Hri

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