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sunrayse · 2 years

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Can one seriously be a true Tolkien fan AND a lover of the Halbrand/Galadriel dynamics in TROP?

I have been a hardcore fan of Tolkien's work for 20 years and especially enjoyed the feast of mythology that is the Silmarillion. So I'm fully aware that TROP took (too) many liberties from the lore and disregarded its time/space framework, almost as if it were a different story than that Tolkien wrote. And I don't want to delve into the polemics of what could have been done differently with the Appendixes material they owned the rights to.

What really interests me here is that much of the dynamics between Galadriel and Halbrand/Sauron, though not being in the canon/lore, stems from issues that were present there, except they lacked any romantic undertones. Galadriel has actually been fighting Sauron in her mind for centuries, and this must have started somewhere.

TROP gave its own interpretation of one of these possible starts, and as far as these two characters are concerned, it doesn't bother me. One can love the lore and at the same time enjoy an interesting, new take to two powerful characters, that creates something new with them. Is it a fanfic-like move? Yes. Is it disrespectful towards Tolkien? Arguable.

The question would then be, to what extent is fan-fiction disrespectful? Are some works to be shielded by it, up in their ivory tower to prevent "tainting"? I mean, has anyone ever created a fanfiction on the Divine Comedy? (I t'd be soooo fun if they had!). Where are we to draw the line between literature and creativity?

In the end, a work of art such as LOTR will not be tainted by any faulty rendition. If one truly loves it for what it is, and especially strip it of any religious/ideologocal layer that was quite far from Tolkien's intentions, a series such as TROP changes nothing. One will always have to go back to the book, and the book alone (possibly in the indescribably beautiful English of the original), to find the real LOTR, as all adaptations (and even translations) involve some degree of distancing from the source material.

Back to the two of them, then.

I personally think the screenplayers knew very well what they were doing in colouring the interactions between Halbrand and Galadriel with not-so-subtle romantic shades. The fact that the actors label it as an interpretation from the audience, I can understand, but if so many people caught these undertones, it's no longer an interpretation, it's simply the audience's ability to catch on the non-verbal cues, one that we almost all possess. The light, the music, the proximal distance, the cut of scenes, and, even the way the actors delivered some lines at the physical level are all cues. They cannot possibly have been ALL dropped there by chance.

So, the romantic possibility of the connection is there to be, if not seen, at least perceived in a tangible way, although never confirmed. This was, cynically speaking, a bold but intelligent move. Proof is the 130 and counting fanfics that sprouted in less than two weeks from the last episode's airing (some of them remarkably well-written).

The heroine/villain and (unacknowledged)lovers-to-enemies tropes are too powerful not to be used by a show which hundreds of millions of dollars have been poured in. In doing so, they opened up new and interesting territories to explore, that make it more entertaining for a consistent faction of fandom.

I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed the opening of a space in which two such characters might be bound to experience something akin to love that has no time enough to bloom, but that will potentially loom in the back of their minds for millennia, charging their conflict with a rich array of complex emotions, a connection beyond time and space.

Even knowing full well how doomed such a romance is, its ability to inspire amazing levels of creativity is undeniable, and as such, it can be welcomed without subtracting anything to a more traditional enjoyment of the Tolkienian lore in all its fantastic richness.

The LOTR's author loved stories, after all.

#haladriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #the rings of power #the lord of the rings #archetypes #literature #trop #lotr rp #saurondriel

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silcntsinners · 9 months

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Small starter for @acourtcfmuses

Halbrand froze on his horse, smirking when seeing the orcs bring forward Galadriel. “Well well well, long time no see” he said with a smirk. “I hope they weren’t too hard on you, I did ask them to bring you unharmed” Halbrand stated, his eyes empty and soulless. He wasn’t the man she thought he knew. Far from it.

Even now, Halbrand had assumed he would never feel an ounce of love or tenderness for someone. Yet, something within him- deep - within him, he had a tender spot for Galadriel but he also despised her. He hated her for turning her back on him, letting him know that she was just another enemy that he would eventually have to destroy.

#halbrand x galadriel #tolkien rp #closed rp

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Lord of the Rings Rp Meme

Part one- inspired by @aelsell

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

“Courage is found in unlikely places.”

“I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.”

“Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.”

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.”

“This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace.”

“All’s well that ends better.”

Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.”

“In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.”

“I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.”

"You have no authority here! Your orders mean nothing!"

“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.”

“It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.”

“For behold! the storm comes, and now all friends should gather together, lest each singly be destroyed.”

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”

“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”

“Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story.”

“Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.”

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing.”

“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.”

“A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.”

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.”

“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”

“Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror.”

“This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace.”

"You can not hide, I see you! There is no life after me. Only death!"

“May your beer be laid under an enchantment of surpassing excellence for seven years!”

“Do you remember the taste of strawberries?”

“It is useless to meet revenge with revenge. It will heal nothing.

War will make corpses of us all."

"All shall love me and despair!"

When in doubt, follow your nose."

“Not the beard!”

“The wise speak only of what they know.”

“Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.”

“The board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last, the great battle of our time.”

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!"

“You are the luckiest, the canniest, and the most reckless man I ever knew.”

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”

"Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.”

“Books ought to have good endings. How would this do? ‘And they all settled down and lived together happily ever after.'”

“Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.”

“All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you.”

“It is not the strength of the body, but the strength of the spirit.”

“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.”

“Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.”

Your time will come. You will face the same Evil, and you will defeat it.”

“You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

“But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.”

"I thought up an ending for my book: 'And he lived happily ever after, unto the end of his days.'"

You'll find more cheer in a graveyard."

"I can avoid being seen, if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift."

"The old world will burn in the fires of industry. The forests will fall. A new order will rise."

"Do not be so quick to deal out death and judgment. Even the very wise do not see all ends."

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.

"Potatoes! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew."

“The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”

“He that breaks a thing to find out what it is, has left the path of wisdom.”

"You shall not pass!"

“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life."

“It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing, such a little thing.

“You may learn something, and whether what you see be fair or evil, that may be profitable, and yet it may not. Seeing is both good and perilous.”

“Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.”

“Who knows? Have patience. Go where you must go, and hope!”

“It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing … such a little thing.”

"I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales."

“But do not despise the lore that has come down from distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.

You can not hide, I see you! There is no life after me. Only death!"

“Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man’s heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.”

"A wizard is never late. Nor is he early; he arrives precisely when he means to.

“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.”

“Evil will be drawn to you from outside the fellowship. And, I fear, from within you must trust yourself. Trust your own strengths.”

“It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

“Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.”

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

"Fly, you fools!"

“It came to me. It’s mine, my own, my love, my precious.”

Do not trouble your hearts overmuch with thought of the road tonight. Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them.”

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behindfairytales · 2 years

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icons of Morfydd Clark in LOTR: The Rings of Power (s1) as Galadriel

#morfydd clark icons #lotredit #morfyddclarkedit #period fc #galadriel #ropedit #tolkienedit #morfydd clark #lotr icons #rp icons #icons #rpg resource #*icons #*mine #n:50

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myriadegraphique · 1 year

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Avatars / 400x640 / Morfydd Clark

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garlandofradiance · 2 years

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Welcome.

Since this blog just came into existence yesterday, there's no interaction with another muse yet. If anyone needs a sample of my writing style I'm happy to provide so.

My rules, tag dump, and a possible RP ad will be posted soon.

For people who know me from my other blogs know the jam. Galadriel won't be just the fair Lady of Lórien, she will be fierce and physical, seductive and serene.

Prompt memes never expire, mutuals from other blogs are free to follow and interact right away.

Rings of Power critical blogs are welcome to say hi, but if you're rude you'll get the boot. Straight up antis of Rings of Power will be blocked without negotiation.

#lotr rp #tolkien rp #silmarillion rp #rings of power rp #galadriel rp #elf rp #middle earth rp

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mxrchwxrden · 2 years

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🧽 - to wipe / clean blood off your muse .

misc action memes

@alwaysbardcore

Haldir watched the cluster of drunk and beaten Men retreat from the open-air tavern, some supporting their unconscious fellow fools, many with blooming bruises and a couple with bloodied noses. Some of that blood had landed on his cheek while upending one assailant over his shoulder. Really, starting a scuffle over some imagined flirtation with one of the barmaids. Astonishing that those with such fleeting lives chose to spend their precious and finite time blustering over not being paid enough of a woman’s attention. No doubt the shape of his ears hadn’t helped matters.

The touch of a cloth to his cheek pulled Haldir from his thoughtful stare, wondering if his line of thought had been prescient. But instead, it was the very bard who’d been performing for the tavern earlier - and who had garnered more attention from the barmaid than Haldir had - now so gently cleaning his face. At least some Men decided to spend their time in better, kinder ways. “Thank you. And my apologies, master bard, if that absurd fuss soured your evening.”

#ic #rp #alwaysbardcore #[hope this is okay!]#[i was somewhat inspired by that galadriel sparring scene in the latest RoP episode heheh :3 ]

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dynastymuses · 5 months

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now you're just a page torn from the story I'm building

selective, mutuals only indie rp blog. i am over 25, so anyone under 21, i prefer not to interact with

all I gave you is gone tumbled like it was stone

canon divergant pirate based colin bridgerton @pirtecolin edits blog @dynastymusesedits resources such as gifhunts, psds, and templates blog: @dynastymusesresources

thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

as such all muses are over 18 (some have been aged up)

thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

i am very open to crossovers, as well as oc’s, but plotting must be done. if i am not following you, please do not send me in character memes. i am mutual only!

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up

fandoms include: bridgerton, various period drama, star wars, lord of the rings/rings of power, wheel of time, shadow&bone/gisha verse.

It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down

all of my characters as of now (🍊 is high muse) (🌊muses i want plots for) (🧁new muses) starter calls open starters

Bridgerton Verse

anthony bridgerton 🍊

benedict bridgerton 🌊

colin bridgerton🍊

daphne bridgerton🌊

francesca bridgerton🌊

gregory bridgerton🍊

penelope featherington🍊🌊

philip crane🍊🌊

michael sterling🍊

brimsley🌊🧁

sophie beckett🌊

kate sharma🍊

gareth st.clair🍊

prince freidrich hohenzollern🍊🌊

king george freidrick 🍊

lady agatha danbury🌊🧁

queen charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz 🍊🌊🧁

felicity featherington🌊🧁

posy reiling🌊🧁

shadow&bone/grishaverse

alina starkov 🍊🌊

kaz brekker🍊🌊

inej ghafa🌊

nina zenik🌊

wylan van eck🌊

genya safin🌊🧁

nikolai lanstov🌊

tolya yul bataar🌊🧁

matthais helvar🌊

lord of the rings/rings of power

galadriel🍊

elrond🌊🧁

bronwyn🌊🧁

aragorn🌊🧁

samwise gamgee🌊🧁

wheel of time

rand al’thor🍊🌊

lan mandragoran🍊🌊

siuan sanche🍊

egwene al'vere🍊

elayne trakand🍊

Star Wars

luke skywalker🍊🌊

qui gon jinn🌊

obi wan kenobi🍊🌊

padme amidala🍊🌊

finn🌊

poe dameron🌊🧁

han solo🌊

Rey of Jakku 🌊🧁

the musketeers

d’artagnan 🍊

athos

aramis

queen anne of austria🌊

Sanditon

charlotte heywood (sanditon)🌊

lord babington (sanditon)🌊

young stringer (sandtiton)🌊

Marvel

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Tandy bowen

Karolina Dean 🍊

Marcos Diaz 🍊

Esme Frost 🍊

John Proudstar🌊

Hank McCoy 🌊🧁

Chase Stein 🍊

Scott Summers 🍊

Charles Xavier🌊

Jennifer Walters

Sersi 🍊

DCEU

Barry Allen 🍊

Beth Chapel🌊

Barbara Gordon 🍊

Dick Grayson🍊

Mary Hamliton 🍊

Virgil Hawkins 🍊

Pamela "Poisin Ivy" Isley 🍊

Kate Kane🌊

Clark Kent 🍊

jenny kord🌊🧁

Selina Kyle 🍊

Dinah Lance 🍊

Gar Logan🍊

M'gann M'orroz 🍊

Tommy Merlyn🌊

Sophie Moore🌊

Yolanda Montez

James Olsen 🍊

Anissa Pierce🌊

milagro reyes🌊🧁

Donna Troy 🍊🧁

Bruce Wayne🍊

Courtney whitmore 🌊

Jinx🌊

Komand'r🌊

TVD Verse

Marcel Gerald 🍊

Elena Gilbert 🍊

Jeremy Gilbert🌊

Tyler Lockwood🌊

Elijah Mikealson 🍊

Hope Mikealson🌊

Lizzie Saltzman 🍊🌊

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane 🍊🌊

Clary Fray 🍊🌊

Simon Lewis🌊🧁

Alec Lightwood🌊

Fate:The Winx Saga

Terra Harvey🌊

Bloom Peters 🍊🌊

Beatrix 🌊🧁

Flora🌊

Musa🌊

Riven🌊

Sky🌊

Stella🌊

Narnia

Edmund Pevensie 🍊🌊

Lucy Pevensie🍊🌊

Peter Pevensie🌊🧁

Jill Pole🌊

Eustance Clarence Scrubb🌊

the umbrella acaddemy

Deigo Hargreeves🌊

Five Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Klaus Hargreeves 🌊

Sloane Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Lila Pitts🌊

one tree hill

Julian Baker

Jake Jagelski

Nathan Scott 🍊

Clay Evans

Degrassi

Sav Bhandari 🌊

Fiona Coyne🌊

Clare Edwards 🍊🌊

Jake Martin🌊

Drew Torres🌊

Wednesday/Addams Family

Wednesday Addams🌊

Enid Sinclair

what we do in the shadows

colin robinson 🌊🧁

Guillermo de la Cruz🌊🧁

nadja of antipaxos🌊🧁

lazslo cravensworth 🌊🧁

nandor the relentless 🌊 🧁

the boys/gen v

hughie campbell🌊🧁

annie january / starlight 🌊🧁

billy butcher🌊🧁

kimiko miyashiro🌊🧁

queen maeve🌊🧁

other period drama muses

francis valois (reign with some historical influences) 🍊

Sebastian de poitiers (reign)

tom jones (tom jones 2023)🌊

henry tudor (7th) (the white queen/the white princess/the spainsh princess with some historical influences) 🍊

richard plantagent (the white queen with some historical influences)🍊

elizabeth woodville (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e)

marie antoinette( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

(king) louis bourbon (16th) ( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

captain henry ossroy (mr malcom’s list)🌊

selina dalton (mr malcom’s list)🌊

dido elizabeth belle (belle 2013)🌊🧁

camlia dunne (daisy jones&the six) 🌊🧁

tim laughlin (fellow travelers) 🌊🧁

Other Scifi/Fantasy

Lucy Caryle- Lockwood&Co🌊

Anthony Lockwood-Lockwood&Co🌊

Wendy Darling-Peter Pan/Disney 🍊🌊

Elinor Fairmont-First Kill🌊🧁

Juliette Fairmont-First Kill🌊

Kat Harvey-Casper🌊

Harvey Kinkle-Sabrina The Teenage Witch/Archie comics🌊

Wyatt Logan-Timeless🌊

Arthur Pendragon-Merlin🌊

Scott mccall-teen wolf 🌊

OUAT/Fairytales

david nolan/prince charming-once upon a time 🌊🧁

graham humbert/the huntsman-once upon a time 🌊🧁

mary margret blanchard/snow white-once upon a time 🌊🧁

Rapunzel (various media)🌊🧁

other medias

Alexander Clearmond Diaz-red, white, & royal🌊

Lacey Porter-Twisted🌊

Henry Stuart Fox -red, white, & royal🌊

Glimmer-She Ra🌊

comedy

Haley Dunphy (modern family)🌊🧁

Alex Dunphy (modern family) 🌊🧁

Janine Teagues-Abbott Elementary🌊

Clare Devlin-Derry Girls🌊

Gregory Eddie-Abbott Elementary🌊

Jim Halpert-The Office🌊

Ben Wyatt-Parks and Recreation 🌊

chidi anagonye (the good place)🌊🧁

eleanor shellstrop (the good place)🌊🧁

janet (the good place)🌊🧁

original characters

elisabeth barlowe 🍊🌊🧁

jacquetta covington 🍊🌊🧁

maxwell danbury 🍊🌊🧁

dylan lyons 🍊🌊🧁

#&&pinned post #&&do not interact #&&do not like

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esculentevil · 1 year

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(Thorinduil) “May I kiss you?”

Thorin doesn’t drink much because he’s a flirty/complimentary/sensual drunk; Thranduil finds this out the hard way (literally) when he shares his Dorwinion

Written using these prompts from @buzzin-rp-memes’s Kisses! Kisses! Kisses!

“May I kiss you?”

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.”

“Who cares if someone sees us?”

“That was nice..”

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“May I kiss you?”

Thranduil pauses as he lifts his chalice for the millionth time that chill evening. He’s sitting in his portable throne—something that he brought that he KNOWS makes him seem stuck-up and full of himself; but he couldn’t care LESS when it’s a reminder of home, a comfort, and (as, mercifully, Bard has come to see) the only seat in Dale capable of seating his inhumanly proportioned ass—beneath the naked eaves of a bald cypress tree, the knobbly knees of which wind about him like the loving arms of an old friend (which, to be fair, she IS; he’d actually planted her here with Girion, himself, as an elvish sign of alliance—it pleases him greatly to know that she has, somehow, managed to catch back during the passed few decades and, thus, made a point to sit with her and chat). There’s a single flower in full bloom resting upon his crown—a gift from her bald cypress facilitated by his elven earth magic—which is no longer the mithril circlet of war that he recently road around with as a near permanent fixture.

It is wonderful to be free of it again.

(He abhors war.)

Blinking slowly, Thranduil carefully lowers his chalice onto the proffered gnarled root that’s risen astride his movable throne like it is a perfectly normal table (which, to be fair, it is—for him and his people) and studies the dwarf before him. Thorin Oakenshield has survived the Battle of Five Armies with grievous wounds (most notably: the hole in his foot and the OTHER hole in his bloody CHEST) and his people's infamously stubborn dwarvish spirit: while he suffered delirium for several days during his recovery, he was deemed more than able to drink recently by a host of both dwarven and elven healers—not that he’d’ve listened, anyway, to Thranduil’s people if they’d recommended any more bedrest.

(Foolish creatures, dwarrows...)

“I beg your pardon, King Under the Mountain,” the Elvenking asks with measure, pale eyes widening to soften his studious stare. There does not seem anything... overly wrong with the boy-king: certainly, he is unbelievably drunk; but, really, what else would he be with Thranduil’s precious Dorwinion in his belly?

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time. May I?”

Thranduil’s eyes are no longer wide for an illusion’s sake: they are simply wide; awed and round and quite possibly shining with unbridledly rising emotions—most notably shock, alarm, and fear (because, surely, not even a dwarf—THORIN—would be so cruel?). He isn’t entirely sure he heard the other right; so, he quietly inquires, “H-have you?”

Thorin nods, drunk on wine and ale and mead and his own enthusiasm (probably), “Ev’r since I met you... enchanting... creature~”

He breaks off into giggles, there, eyes shining like Long Lake under the starlight. His voice, which had been holding up surprisingly well for how drunk he is, slows and slurs as he begins to unwind under her bald cypress’ bare branches and lean untensely upon her risen roots as neither tree nor elf has ever seen before—not of dwarrows, at least, and even less of Thorin Oakenshield.

Perhaps he should never allow him near Dorwinion again...?

“I... I thank you,” the Elvenking murmurs, face somewhat flushed with fluster: he’s never been the one people flock to for such things—never been the one others call such things—and certainly never with such honest REVERENCE. Rather, it’s always been Galadriel (whom, yes, for all that he hates the Noldor Witch, does truly deserve it because she is as beautiful as she is powerful—unlike him...) and Thingol (another far more deserving than him of such things for he ruled what is still considered the greatest kingdom in all of Ardhon kindly and lovingly with Melian, a Maia akin to Yavanna herself, powerfully beside him); people so far out of his reach that he had never dared to hope that he’d one day be counted among them—least of all by the favor of a DWARF.

Even less by Thorin Oakenshield.

“However, I do not think this is a good idea.” He glances nervously away, catching the concerned eyes of his general, Feren, and smiling shakily at him. He raises a gentling palm to stay him where he is, not wanting to cause a scene after all they’ve done to bring The North to peace, before looking back at Thorin.

The dwarf seems to have misunderstood his reason for looking Feren’s way: “Who caaares... if someone sees us???”

Suddenly realizing the boy-king is RIGHT—ANYONE could see them out here, in the open, where an elf should feel safe and secure but Thranduil DOESN’T—the King of the Woodland Realm blushes bruisingly and bows his head. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wishes for more wine.

And less for Thorin.

“I care...” He fidgets after his quiet confession and silently wonders why that is: he is king and so is Thorin: they should be able to do what they want—ESPECIALLY if it would likely benefit their people; and wouldn’t this?

A union, of sorts, between their normally on-the-cusp-of-war realms?

But, no, it would not; chiefly because it would not be a real union: just a kiss. And, worse yet, it would be a kiss shared between a drunk dwarf and a sober elf.

There is no way that would go over well.

“I do not wish to make anyone angry,” Thranduil tries to explain, wondering why while he does it as—obviously—Thorin is drunk and probably less reasonable than he normally is (which, honestly, was never very much to begin with). Peripherally, he figures it is simply out of habit born of both logic and his father (“Remember, ion,” his beloved adar had once said [for he really only ever need say something once to his quick-learning son], “There will be times when you and others do not see eye-to-eye; and, during those times, it is best not to ire: either explain your reasoning in the hopes that they will change their minds or explain yourself to everyone else so that THEY will understand what you see and either choose to follow you, instead, or not, later on, begrudge you.”).

(His father always had the greatest advice.)

(He really misses him in these moments.)

(Always, he misses him.)

(But thus especially.)

“Then, kiss me,” Thorin urges, voice deep and husky and wanting—of him and his kiss and his SOMETHING hidden within it—and weirdly, hotly, DOING things it has no business doing to anyone let alone someone Thorin supposedly hates.

(No, not supposedly: he DOES hate Thranduil and that is just another reason whatever is happening shouldn’t be and the Elvenking must refuse him.)

(Even if he suddenly realizes he does not really WANT to...)

“I can not...” Thranduil shakes his head, voice soft but eyes, he knows, staring—imploring. He wonders what that would be like—FEEL like: Thorin’s pale lips APPEAR soft enough; but Thranduil has not kissed many but his wife and... other than them, Thorin’s lips seem rougher and more weathered by time or age; and his BEARD, O, it looks nothing like what he has felt before so...

No; no, he can not think like this.

He can NOT—!

Thranduil’s heart flutters where it lies in the center of his forest, buried under tree and leaf and frost a plenty, and surrounded by slumbering spring blossoms: Thorin’s lips really ARE soft.

And warm—wonderfully so. They taste like wine, honey (from their mead), meat, and the sweet flesh of a nut (oak, perhaps? like his namesake? Mirkwood’s white oak acorns ARE a favorite of his people when boiled or ground to flour). He was right about the wear and tear: there is no luxury, here, in this warrior turned boy-king; and it feels wonderfully rakish against his own silken lips.

And his BEARD!

O—it is incredible! Rough and burning and biting and raking, like hard grass or the thinnest of needle leaves, and yet still soft like moss and terrycloth and FUR.

Thranduil moans, entire body shivering with succulent sensations, and whimpers as Thorin takes advantage of his now gaping mouth and plunders the depth of it with a ferocity that only serves to further take the Elfking’s breath away.

His knees go weak and it occurs to him that he’d probably be falling onto them were it not for his portable throne and the protectively twining roots of her kind and supportive bald cypress. He whines and jolts as the dizzyingly thick tongue in his mouth flicks about his teeth and tastes his cheeks and caresses his palate.

And then there’s a hand on his throat: one that’s thick as the tongue and as hot; one that’s as strong and rough as a tree’s trunk but warm like the summer sun; one that’s more than capable of strangling him seabound but doesn’t even try to—instead, it caresses the length of his neck, callouses catching on soft skin, and pets him as one does something particularly loved; and, again, his knees weak and his voice weeps and his eyes wane as his whole being whines and wants.

And then it’s over. Thorin’s pulling back with a drunken dreamy smile on his face, the weathered palm of his hand cupping and curving about Thranduil’s dry throat like an old and worn-out leather collar that’s startling and frightening and comforting all at once—like it’s always been there and yet never was.

And must/should/HAS to now STAY and never leave him.

“That was nice...” The Dwarfking’s voice is as dazed as his face, eyes warm and soft like sunbaked sand and sea and, for a moment, his elven counter wonders about that—about how calm and comforting and CLEAR he it all is—and if, perhaps, this is what prompts so many other elves before him to GO: to SAIL.

And if, perhaps, this is why HE has never felt it—heard that soothing song.

Why would he if his home sounds so much better? If THORIN feels better.

Thranduil feels his face flush straight through to the tips of his gently curled ears and looks anywhere but the beautiful smiling dwarf before him; “O-oh?”

“Yea,” Thorin nods, hair bouncing gaily with his enthused nod. Feren’s nerves and fears are so strong Thranduil can feel them just as well as the air heated between himself and his the dwarf; and he forces himself to lift his staying palm again to prevent his general from slaying his counterpart where he stands.

Sadly, Bard is the only thing capable of staying Dain, right now, and, while sober, he’s only thus enough to haphazardly grab the Ironhills’ dwarf by the shoulder, not enough to shut him up: “Fuck ye dain!?!?!?”

“Kissin’ my gorgeous elf!” Thranduil bruises under the intensity of his own blush, entire body constricting as everyone gapes at both Thorin’s brazen words and the utterly blinding (however drunken) grin plastered across his ruddy face.

The Dorwinion must have really gotten to him.

Is still getting to him: “We should do it again!”

“Uuugh...” Thorin groans and it sounds like he’s about to throw up (yet again...), “I am NEVER drinking Dorwinion again...”

“Good,” Thranduil quietly clips, deft fingers cleaning the beginnings of sweat from the dwarf’s brow. “Because I am never sharing so much as a drop with you, again. Honestly...” Silvery eyes focus on their task to the point of obsessiveness, ensuring that they do not stray towards the slightly parted and panting lips boasted by the rosy-cheeked ruffian under his care or his dark lake eyes.

He can feel them staring, though; inquiring.

“... Do you...” The Elvenking shifts, face flushing again as flashes of last night attack him with a heat far more pleasant but just as frightening as dragon fire, “Remember... anything that you did...?” He rings out his cotton handkerchief but does not use it, letting it rest and cool his person through his beating fingers.

Thorin is silent for a long moment; then he hums quietly, “... I kissed you.”

“You did.” Thranduil breathes deeply so he doesn’t bite his lip, worry it and thus show how badly aforementioned action affected him.

“Did you hate it?”

Thorin’s own question, what his eyes had been inquiring this whole time, catches his elven counter off guard. Thranduil turns, finally, to stare back at him, face flushing again with some mix of passion, shame, and DESIRE. “... No...”

“Would you oppose me doing it again?”

“I will not give you more wine.” He’s firm, the statement of all statements, and looks away to hide his hurt. The reminder that Thorin was nothing but a drunk last night and thus probably would have kissed anyone—including Galadriel, probably, like anyone else would prefer after meeting her; or Elrond, even—leaves a sourness in his stomach and a burn in his eyes that feels like dragon.

There is only ever death and dragon in his life—“I meant the kiss, idiot.”

Thranduil stares at him. He didn’t even realize he’d moved his head.

“Would you oppose me kissing you, again?”

Thranduil stares and stares and stares.

Finally, he swallows: “... No...”

Thorin grins, eyes wide and bright like a child and the midnight sky in spring.

He sits up and gently grasps the slightly wobbly chin of the ancient Elvenking.

Then, he kisses him like he really meant to—like he’s really always wanted to—and smiles into it—into the lips of his One—because this isn’t JUST a kiss—more than just a press of lips—but a PROMISE: “Good; for there will be more—MUCH more.”

(And so there was: many, MANY, years of much, MUCH more kisses; and love.)

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