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michelangelinden · 1 year
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Can I interest you in some soft Them in these trying times?
Hello hello! I wrote this for @legolasghosty's birthday (ilyyyy) and thought I'd share it here too hehe.
Willex. Rated G. 1123 words. No warnings, just fluff.
Alex woke because his head slipped from where it was resting against the wall and his torso fell to the side. When he was upright again, disoriented and a little dizzy, he noticed that he was the only one left outside on the porch. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep. He’d been sitting next to Willie on the bench, leaned his head back against the cabin’s wall and womp, he’d fallen asleep, apparently.
Turning his head to look around, he registered faint laughter from inside the cabin. But it sounded less like it was coming from his friends and more like from the TV.
What time was it? Couldn’t be too late if people were still awake. And they also wouldn’t have left him sleeping outside, someone would’ve come get him when they were all going to bed.
A yawn pushed its way out of his throat and he let it escape. Only when he smacked his lips and moved a hand to scratch his chin, did he notice that his upper body was covered. He’d left his hoodie inside, it had still been pretty warm when they had all sat down outside on the porch after coming back from the restaurant, but he must’ve looked like he was cold when he was sleeping. Willie’s sweater was draped over his chest, the sleeves laid over his shoulders so that it wouldn’t slip right off. The fabric felt almost delicate when Alex shifted underneath it, despite being thick cotton, but maybe that was just because it was Willie’s.
He smiled to himself. He could imagine that small internal struggle Willie must’ve felt upon seeing his boyfriend asleep next to him. Should he wake Alex? He looks cold. Would he want to come inside with us? But he’s sleeping. Alex allowed himself to press his nose into the fabric and take a breath. The scent was a strange mixture of campfire and pine and coconut shampoo that shouldn’t work but just did, because it was Willie’s. Alex loved this smell.
A gust of wind flew over the porch and blew his hair into his eyes. It was fresher than the standing air, predicting the temperatures to drop in the next few days, and told Alex that he should probably go inside. The pressure behind his eyes, his tell-tale sign that he was really tired, increased at the brush of cold, and he shivered.
With a groan, he got up from the bench and walked around the porch table. The trees of the forest swayed in the wind, the moon painted glowing white circles in the soft waves of the lake, and he heard the call of an owl somewhere far away. They’d really picked a great spot for their post-tour vacation. He couldn’t remember ever being somewhere this peaceful, apart from maybe his own home, or back at his grandparents place in Germany. It was a shame, they only had a few days left.
Yawning again, he slipped the sweater over his head. It warmed him immediately and he felt yet another wave of sleepiness wash over him.
Stepping inside the cabin, his suspicions about the TV were confirmed, when he saw the flickering lights around the corner and heard muted, dramatic music. He spotted Luke asleep with his head in Julie’s lap on one of the couches, Reggie leaning against her on her other side, eyes on the TV screen. Bobby was sitting in the armchair, arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted back, dead-asleep like a dad on a Saturday night. Flynn must be in bed already, because Willie was sitting alone on the other couch, cross-legged, comfortable. But their eyes caught sight of Alex as soon as he stepped into the room.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he called quietly when Alex moved into his direction. His legs unfolded and he lifted an arm so Alex could sit down next to him.
Alex took the hand offered to him as soon as he reached it, then sat on the couch and smoothly slipped into Willie’s side. They let out a surprised laugh when Alex draped an arm across their waist and pushed his face into Willie’s shoulder.
“Hi,” he whispered back.
“We wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked so cute, when you were asleep,” Willie explained what Alex had been thinking.
“Thank you,” Alex responded. He lifted his head and nudged his chin forward, glancing at Willie’s lips. Willie got the message and smiled before leaning down and giving Alex a gentle kiss. Alex hummed comfortably, then placed his head back on Willie’s shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Tired?” Willie asked.
Alex nodded.
“You wanna go to bed?”
He shook his head. “Wanna be with you.”
He felt Willie’s breath hitch a little, like it always did when Alex randomly said cute things like that. They brushed their hand over Alex’s arm across their body.
“I wanna stay here a bit longer, is that alright?”
Alex nodded again. “This is perfect.”
He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Willie’s collarbone through the fabric of their shirt. Willie’s hand not on Alex’s arm brushed over the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp. Alex felt himself melt into Willie at the sensation, slowly breathing out. Now being warm and fully enveloped by Willie, he started feeling drowsy with tiredness.
Willie halted momentarily. “Is everything alright? What’s going on?”
Alex didn’t lift his head, just turned it a little so they’d be better able to hear him. “I’m baby,” he said simply.
Willie breathed out with a laugh that sounded almost delighted. They shifted so they were able to press a lingering kiss to Alex’s forehead. Alex relished it with a smile.
“So baby,” Willie responded. Another kiss, even longer now. “And I love you so much.”
Alex felt soft and warm and glowy all over. He was on vacation, wearing his lover’s sweater, while they held him comfortably and kissed his forehead so gently. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this.
He finally lifted his head again so he was on eye level with Willie. “I love you too.”
Willie lifted the hand off Alex’s arm and curled it around his jaw. He kissed Alex again, so sweetly it made Alex’s head spin in the best way.
“I was hoping you’d put on the sweater,” he whispered against Alex’s lips and it made them both chuckle. “You look amazing in it.”
“It’s very comfortable.”
“I know.” Willie kissed his cheek. “Go to sleep.”
And almost as soon as Alex had placed his head on Willie’s shoulder again, he did.
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twicearoundthebend · 1 month
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Imagine going on a cross country trip to share the (mildly embarrassing) news with an adjacent king that your guards lost a prisoner, but when you get there- there’s actually a huge crowd of people who all get called into a massive Super Important Meeting. And the prisoner (who you thought wasn’t like That Big of a deal) gets brought up, and everyone’s talking about how great your kingdoms security is, and how important it is that he’s locked up, and you’re just sitting there sweating buckets. And you have to stand up in front of Everybody and tell them ‘actually he escaped and had been gone for months’. While everyone looks at you with the most disappointed faces you’ve ever seen. What a loser.
And Then you have to go on an even Longer trip with all of these people who’s first impression of you was some cringefail sweaty loser who can’t even keep track of one (1) guy.
No wonder Legolas was showing off every chance he got, he was trying to bring his reputation up from like -100
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coveredinsun · 3 months
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i’ve seen gimleaf fics where they each try to find out how to court by the other’s traditions. and i love those, so i think they ought to be taken a step further. and i think the way to do that would be, naturally, to make bagginshield real. allow me to explain why. ahem. after the ring is destroyed, girlfailure legolas spends two weeks poring over The Ancient Texts and stressing because his one (1) friend who WOULD help him (that’s aragorn) knows jack shit about dwarves beyond the surface (no pun intended) (well gandalf knows things but gandalf is a bitch) (he would just smile at legolas knowingly and wish him good luck instead of giving him answers).
so alas, girlfailure “shit tier ass elf” legolas is left to like, idk, sulk or something in the garden he starts at the Bestie Residence in minas tirith. and after like 2 days sam’s had enough he’s like “dude your vibes are upsetting the plants.” and legolas is like “my bad bro. it just seems i know nothing about dwarves which i probably should’ve thought about before, by elf standards, getting hitched in vegas.” and sam is like “oh dwarves? just ask mister frodo ^_^ he knows tons about dwarves!” and legolas is like “what the shit? him in particular? why does he anything about dwarves?” and sam leans in reaaaalllllll close and whispers behind his hand, “well you see mister elf, mister legolas, sir, there’s always been a very healthy amount of rumors that go around in the shire about mister frodo’s uncle, mister bilbo, and the letters he used to exchange with a certain king under the mountain.” and legolas, who was THERE, is like
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shloodles · 1 year
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ID: two digital colored illustrations featuring legolas, gimli, and aragorn. 1) legolas and gimli riding a horse together, with gimli sitting behind legolas in the saddle. legolas is a pale, skinny elf with long pale blonde hair, a big pointed nose, and long pointed ears. he wears green layers and a grayish cloak that matches gimli's and aragorn's. he's holding the reins and looking ahead with a deeply flustered and slightly bewildered expression. gimli is a short stout dwarf with ruddy, long curly hair and beard. he's wearing a helmet, red sleeves, matching cloak and an axe on his back. he grips legolas' sides for stability and looks away in the opposite direction with an equally flustered expression. 2) two drawings of aragorn on his horse. he's a slim man with tanned skin, stubble, and dark brown jaw-length hair. he's wearing a matching cloak and silver vambraces. he's holding the reins and looking behind him with narrowed eyes and an expression of annoyance. the second drawing is him in the same position with the same expression but he's rolling his eyes. end ID
re-reading the two towers again and decided to dig up and color these old sketches
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phobiacoms · 1 year
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I constantly go back to the movies just to see them.
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essenceofarda · 6 months
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What are best friends for if not to kick you when you're down?
Aka Aragorn said something unintentionally dumb/hilarious and these two roast him for it for six weeks straight
Playing around with style bc I feel bored with how I usually draw 😅
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Elladan and Elrohir challenged Legolas to 1 rock climbing competition, and have since resolved to never do that again.
Have you ever seen how fast professional, competitive, rock climbers race up those rock walls? Legolas climbs like that.
It’s largely due to the fact that silvans clamber and sprint through the tree branches of their forests and are very used to launching themselves up into trees from the ground floor. So they have a lot of upper body strength and agility.
Meanwhile, while the noldo and sinda elves are no slauches, it’s simply not their area of expertise as they usually fight and move on the ground floor.
So yea, Legolas is an absolute spider moneky and easily destroyed the twins in a rock climbing competition.
It should be noted that legolas absolutely will climb all over Rivendell, much to everyone’s awe and confusion bc how tf did he get there???
Legolas also taught areen the basics.
The first time arwen managed to climb her way up to the roof of a building from the outside, everyone almost had a heart attack, except for celebrian and legolas, who were to busy laughing.
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klngfili · 1 year
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The thing about Legoals’ song of the sea is that he sings about ‘I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing. ‘ but in the end he is not alone: ‘Then Legolas built a grey ship in Ithilien, and sailed down Anduin and so over Sea; and with him, it is said, went Gimli the Dwarf.’
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idontcarecarebear · 5 months
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“So old that i almost feel young again, as i have not felt since i journeyed with you children” Legolas to Gimili age 139 and Aragorn age 87
Which is me talking to anyone 6 months younger than me.
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cemeterything · 1 year
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it's my birthday today so please do not send me asks about it but if you'd like to wish me a happy birthday you can comment on this post
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aspiringnexu · 2 years
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I wonder if Elrond saw Legolas and Gimli together in Minas Tirith. He must have stayed for his daughter’s wedding, so he probably did.
I wonder if, for a moment, he saw himself and Durin.
Legolas and Gimli have a different dynamic but for a moment he catches Legolas laughing and Gimli grumbling good-heartedly, that familiar dwarvish smirk just barely hidden by his beard and suddenly he’s back in Khazad-dûm. Sharing a meal with Durin as Disa tries in vain to get his two dwarrowlings to settle down and have their supper.
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coveredinsun · 13 days
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when you’re watching fellowship of the ring with your friends it is 100% vital to point to the screen when the balrog shows up and say “in the books this is when legolas starts screaming”
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reallyhardy · 9 months
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have another audio gift.
lothlorien from the watermill's production of the lord of the rings: a musical tale (3rd preview performance, 27th july 2023.)
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galadrielspeaks · 2 years
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MORE cringefail legolas:
-to the mirkwood elves legolas is some weird, musty, unrefined, hippie, bow-obsessed elf that puts zero effort into his appearance who they cannot understand for the LIFE of them.
-while most elves try to maintain some sense of decorum in mirkwood legolas clearly has missed some sort of memo, leading to some very cringe moments of him walking into various formal settings covered in mud, leaves, spider guts, and absolutely reeking of BO
-it’s true that all the other elves of mirkwood have a connection with nature, but legolas is wired into the nature mainframe. he definitely is that kid who ate dirt so he could understand what flavour the trees liked best.
-legolas tried for years to copy his dads effortless, unbraided hair but he could Not pull it off at all. it ended up with him having constant matted, frizzy hair that was a bird’s nest.
-the difference between formally dressed, groomed, and properly combed ‘son of thranduil heir of mirkwood’ legolas and ‘i just gone done fucking around in the woods hunting for 15 hours and have literal bird poop in my hair but listen to me talk about this rare breed of tree and new rabbit hole i found’ legolas is massive.
-legolas once disappeared for about 4 days out of nowhere, scaring the SHIT out of thranduil, who had went out himself to lead a search party for his son. when they found him he was butt ass naked in one of the tallest trees. his explanation for his disappearance? “ada listen okay it’s a blood super moon these are Super super rare so i camped out here to moon bathe and recharge my spirit— you might not get it but trust me bro energetically i am completely recharged— yes ada i know it’s not the first age and elves have modesty but if the moon light isn’t touching all of my skin i don’t charge as much. no ada. ada listen- it’s not a big deal ada what’s with all the dramatics???” thranduil forbade anyone to talk about what they saw.
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buttered-milky · 4 months
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The sea-longing thing really gets to me. Legolas longed for something so deeply that it was like life had a hole, and yet if he sailed before the fellowship had died his life would have still had a void in it. That chapter had to be closed before he could sail. And then also he took Gimli with him because he had no intention of leaving Gimli to a past chapter of his life. Gimli was always meant to continue to the story with him, and elf heaven was not going to be heaven without him. Gimli had to be present or the void would still be there. I think about this. A lot
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perplexingly · 5 months
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I'm on book 4 right now (Sam-Frodo-Gollum pov) and it's interesting how much the narration changes, where the previous chapters were more of an account of events, with the characters being fleshed out only through the dialogues and their actions, the Sam-Frodo chapters are very intimate, with access to Sam's most personal thoughts (whether pleasant like the "I love him" directed at Frodo, or ugly like thinking of murdering Gollum), the narration itself sometimes can't help but give an opinion ("It is doubtful if he ever did anything braver in cold blood, or more unwise.").
Maybe my opinion is tainted by my prior knowledge but the narration style itself certainly fits the idea that the book was written by Frodo and Sam, with their parts written from experience and the rest - from hearsay
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