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thedivaking · 2 years

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―@legolas-little-leaf | Reply to: "Why!... Why now!!"

Mirkwood fell silent. No longer had her frost-bitten branches languished in the black steeping their roots but, too, in the leave of her Prince. The sorrow of her people was kept unseen, the Guard trained bereft of their gentle leader, and they whispered of the Realm’s loss beyond the King’s ear. Legolas was gone. To his very bone, Thranduil empathized with their grievances. Yet, he did so alone. Such had always been his way. And in his grief, he lamented. In his grief, he reflected, recalling the many nights long ago, when he held the elfling, bathed in tears as he wept, carried him through the forest in song and groomed him in the absence of a mother’s loving hand. Still, Thranduil grieved alone. Away from the eyes of a child who had yet to understand how deep the sentiment of an Elf ran. And with that perspective, he had raised him. It was a father’s mistake to keep his son in the dark. Further, to assume he did not feel. Naught was spoken of the Queen in the time following her death. Nor ever a question asked of him. Legolas was his father’s son. Mayhap, more than he realized. Thranduil heard not of Legolas’ curiosities, although he assumed they existed. He knew not of his anger or resentment, or of the influence it had when he left. And so, he remained heavy on his mind and deep in his heart. Ne’er were his movements beyond the King’s knowledge for a party had been sent on him every step since.

“Aran nin, Prince Legolas approaches Mirkwood’s borders. What shall you have us do?” With no pause to his thought, he replied to the Captain, ever outwardly absent of what he felt in his heart. “Leitha e mi.” (Let him in.)

“Ada, look!” Legolas’ small voice commanded. In the cavern of his tiny hands fluttered a single firefly of the most vibrant emerald. Indeed, one of Greenwood’s greatest evening majesties were the displays of flickering lights hovering below the leaves of the tallest, tallest trees and lighting the forest’s pathways on the darkest nights. Even outside of the great woodland, their extravagance set alight the glen. Prince Thranduil’s fatherly lectures would have Legolas immediately returning the fly to its home with the rest, but he minded the time he had left with him. War was not kind to anyone caught within it. It discriminated against no one, and it promised life to even less. He crouched as low as his armor allowed and gazed at his son, memorizing every detail of his small face. If it was to be the last thing he remembered, it would be exactly as he saw it. He would remember the way the emerald reflected off the blue of Legolas’ eyes as his features lit up in awe and excitement. And, how his ear tucked away the intricacy of a single braid crafted by his mother’s delicate fingers. Even the care he took for a being littler than he – a small insect, with a life different than his. Worthless to some, but meaningful to him. “Don’t get lost, meleth nin.” A soothing hand rested upon Thranduil’s shoulder, and he stood, allowing his wife to fasten his blades around his waist as she carried on. “He might bring you to stay.” “And, I might consider it.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and sighed softly before his attention was returned to their child. “Please, don’t go, Ada! Please!” Legolas’ eyes welled with tears, and in that moment of vulnerability, he set the firefly free, cooing sadly as it flitted away. It was all Thranduil needed, to know that they took their leave for something greater. Astride his steed, he stayed by King Oropher’s side, eyes set upon his wife and young son as Kingdoms both cheered and mourned. To bring peace to Arda, they would depart these lands and join Gil-galad’s ranks against Sauron. It was Thranduil’s duty to his King, his Adar. To the Realm. To his Kin. It pained him to see the disappointment in Legolas. Not only for the bug, but for his departure. And he could make no promises to ease him that he might not keep. By the memories of the Great Battle, he remained plagued. Still beneath the glamor, the scar upon his body festered. It wept and fed on the fears in his heart. On the ugliness his soul could not surrender. Dread filled him and it was a misery he had learned to live with. To conceal from those closest to him. A misery he would not wish on his worst enemy. From on his horse, he gave Legolas a half-hearted smile. “You must take care of your mother while I am away. Your mother and all of Greenwood’s fireflies.” The elfling nodded slowly, wiping his face on his sleeve. The sobbing stopped, but the tears did not. And he held onto his mother, sniffling into her gown as he peered up at Thranduil with one glossy eye. “Oh, do not cry, little green leaf,” Thranduil pleaded, taking one last look into those sad, convicting eyes. It is all for you.

As suspected, Thranduil was sat upon his antlered throne, perched slackly as he had done since began his reign. But the air was not right. It immersed him in a hostility foreign to these caverns. One reared by a bitterness that did not suit the heart of the Elven Prince whom this realm held dear. And Thranduil made his way down to the landing on which the Prince approached and braced himself. But he had not been prepared to face his ire, nor the cruel sting of the truth in his words. With patience, he listened. Every word like a thousand daggers unto him. Every revelation as cold and forbidding as Winter’s wind. There was no explanation that would soothe his son’s suffering. No magic that would turn time. Where very few regrets had existed, now they settled in him. And, he spoke. Gentle, but still in earnest. “You regard not the impact on me of your choice to leave, but I digress. I have cared for you and watched you your entire life, Ion Nin. You are of my blood and flesh. You ride the wind, wild like the wood elves. With no desire to take the throne beyond my time. It was at Ravenhill, when I saw the longing in your eyes and felt your heart ache, that I believed you would not return. That, you deserved to hear what I could not say for so long.” Down the flight of limestone steps and along the footpath, Thranduil strode, until he stood far enough to breathe in his son’s presence. To speak over the pounding in his chest.

“I taught you to live free, away from the folly and the greedy luxuries of our sister realms. To come to your own decisions and to follow your own wisdoms.” Against the thudding of his heart, there was a long silence. He ever only did for him. All what Legolas knew was Thranduil. But their purposes were never aligned. Legolas was never meant to follow in his footsteps. Not in the way of a king. Nor was he meant to understand what his Adar endured and the decisions he made to protect him from the same sorrows. That had been decided even before he was conceived, by the gods of old. “You have come to your own decisions, but what do your wisdoms tell you, Legolas?”

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swifteforeverandalways · 3 years

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Teach Me to Breathe Again Chapter One: A Reunion

Written with @thatgothicgurl

Chapter One: A Reunion

“Takeda!” Syndel picked up the two year old, holding him close.

“Maybe we can throw him in the trash” Five year old Jade suggested.

“Just because it’s your first day of kindergarten does not mean you can make fun of your little brother, young lady,” Syndel pointed at her daughter.

“But moooom,” Jade whined.

“Don’t you dare!” Syndel warned, already hearing the tantrum Jade was about to throw

“C’mon Jade, let’s go!” Jade’s twin sister, Mileena, piped up. Syndel’s friend May came in and took Takeda away from her. “Thank you for watching him”

“Of course,” May said.

Syndel kissed Takeda on the forehead and smiled as he pulled on her silver hair. Jade huffed and looked around, bored.

“C’mon girls!” Syndel grabbed her keys. “Kenshi is still sleeping from his night shift so give him coffee as soon as he wakes up!” May nodded.

“They’re in that “bully the little brother stage”” May laughed

“Kids will be like that”

Syndel laughed at that, helping her twins into their car seats and driving away. Mileena was bouncing with excitement while Jade seemed close to tears

“Jade, what’s wrong?” Syndel asked.

“I wanna go home!”

“Jade, think about all the friends you’ll make there,” Syndel said soothingly. Jade whimpered. “Mileena will be by your side the entire day” Syndel pulled into the parking lot. Mileena nodded enthusiastically, making Jade giggle.

“Okay,” Jade agreed somewhat reluctantly. Syndel waved to the Rogers and Barnes families, Jade smiling at the familiar faces of her friends. She ran up to them. Mileena stayed by her mom.

“And she wanted to stay home,” Syndel laughed. She looked around when Mileena spotted her friends Rain and Reiko and ran over to them. There was a familiar man, maybe her age, with long white blond hair and looking like he was in pain. Syndel frowned slightly.

“Thranduil?”

The man froze. He turned around as if preparing for something and looked over at her. “Do I know you!” Syndel frowned at him.

“It’s Syndel...”

A brief look flashed across the man’s face before he evened it out.

“Oh!” Thranduil hugged her

“How have you been? It’s been years,” Syndel said, hugging back.

“I’ve been there” Thranduil dodged the question. “Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

Thranduil moved his coat to reveal a little boy that was hugging his leg and looked just like him.

“You have a son? What’s his name?” Syndel said.

“Legolas” The boy whispered

“Hi,” Syndel smiled kindly, “How old are you?”

Legolas looked at his father

“He’s five,” Thranduil explained.

“That’s how old my girls are”

“You have kids?” Thranduil said in surprise.

“Jade and Mileena”

“Ada” Legolas tugged on his father’s coat, pointing at his teacher. Thranduil smiled.

“Go on, I’ll be here later” Legolas ran off.

“He’s precious” Syndel said

“Where are your girls?” Thranduil asked. Mileena hugged Syndel at that moment. “Bye mommy!”

“Bye sweetie,” Syndel smiled. Mileena grabbed Jade’s hand and dragged her with

“Twins,” Thranduil said amusedly. Syndel elbowed him. “Do you wanna go out for coffee? Catch up? I haven’t seen you in fifteen years” Thranduil hesitated.

“We can just catch up”

“Sure,” Thranduil reluctantly agreed.

They ended up at a locally owned café run by a friend of Syndel, the pair quickly falling into their normal habits around each other. “So did you ever get into law school?” Thranduil asked

Syndel smiled. “Of course”

“And?” Thranduil pressed. Syndel laughed. “I’m a prosecutor”

“Good for you,” Thranduil said, “Jerrod would be proud”

“Thank you” Syndel grabbed his hand. “What happened to you? You disappear and suddenly you’re back here with a kid”

Thranduil shrugged nonchalantly.

“Is Legolas your son? Because I will arrest you for answers” Thranduil laughed at that. “Yes, he’s mine”

“Who’s his mom, if you don’t mind me asking”

“It doesn’t matter,” Thranduil muttered. “We’re separated”

“Oh,” Syndel nodded. “What about you?” Thranduil asked.

“Married. Three kids. My youngest is at home”

“How old?”

“Two. My Takeda” Syndel beamed, noticing a bruise on Thranduil’s wrist that he covered up. “You and Legolas seem close” She recovered

“We are,” Thranduil said.

“What happened with you and his mother? Sorry, the D.A in me just comes out”

Thranduil shrugged.

‘She cheated on me and when I confronted her about it she hit me’ He thought. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me” Syndel rubbed his hand. “I missed you”

“I missed you too.”

“Don’t vanish on me again. Your father wouldn’t even report you missing” Thranduil shrugged before changing the subject. “So how long have you been married?”

“Six years. Jade and Mileena happened on our anniversary”

“What does their father do?”

“He’s a police officer,” Thranduil laughed. “Remember when I flirted with that cop after we got caught trashing my father’s office?”

“I do. That was hilarious”

Thranduil tried to laugh but shuddered

“So how did you meet your husband?” He asked.

“He arrested this creep, something Slade, and asked me out after the trial was over”

Thranduil laughed.

“What about you and your ex?” Thranduil hugged himself. “My father is still controlling every part of my life”

Syndel’s jaw tightened and she nodded.

“He wanted Legolas to be a girl,” Thranduil laughed darkly.

“I’m so sorry,” Syndel said softly.

Thranduil grabbed at her hand. “My wife and I had a fight, I took Legolas and ran back here”

“Thranduil, we can help. My husband and I”

“You can’t! He’s why I ran away. He found me and put me in a mental hospital”

“Thranduil……”

“I’ll be fine”

“Are you still with your father?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here”

“Thranduil……please.”

“I’m not lying about that. I didn’t tell anyone”

“Please, we can help you.”

“There’s nothing to help” Thranduil placed a ten dollar bill on the table. “Thanks for the coffee but I can’t do this”

“Thranduil…..”

He left in a hurry, Syndel sighing, placing another bill on the table

———

“Do you remember Thranduil Oropherion?” Syndel asked May, Kenshi still sleeping

May nodded. “Vaguely, yeah.”

“He’s back.” “Wasn’t his father that rich guy?” May handed Takeda over. Takeda instantly beamed at his mother, grabbing her hair.

“Hi honey” Syndel held him close. “He has a son, Jade and Mileena’s age. Love less marriage. Maybe abusive towards him”

May shook her head.

“I swear I’m not crazy. I’ve seen his behavior too many times”

“I know,” May said softly.

“You’re giving me that look,” May laughed. “It’s just...he wasn’t always that social”

“He was my best friend.”

“Okay” May sat down. “Describe his behavior. Any certain ticks?” Syndel sighed and absently ran a hand through Takeda’s hair.

“Fidgety, looked all around as if he was scared someone would see him”

May frowned, nodding.

“Am I being weird?”

“You care about him, so no.”

Syndel sighed, holding Takeda close.

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“Ada! Ada!” Legolas jumped on Thranduil to wake him. “Not so loud ion-nin, Ada has a headache”

Legolas frowned. Thranduil hugged him close. “I missed you” Legolas burrowed to his dad.

“Everyone was talking about having an ada and naneth” He muttered. “Don’t call her that. She is not your mother” Legolas frowned up at his dad.

“She hurted you,”

Thranduil sighed and patted his son on the head.

“Your Ada’s been hurt his entire life” Legolas frowned. "But that not nice," Thranduil kissed his head. “That’s not nice”

Legolas hugged his father. “So did you make any friends?” Thranduil asked.

“Uhhh, oh Aragorn! And these girls like look the same”

“What do they look like?”

Legolas tried to think of a way to describe them

“Dark hair! N one has green eyes! The other’s are kinda green but also kinda brown!”

Thranduil sighed and got up, carrying Legolas. Legolas looked up at his dad.

“Ada? Why did we come here?”

Thranduil sighed.

“Your grandfather tried to control every single piece of my life. This is the last place he would find us”

Legolas frowned up at Thranduil.

“Why did he do that?”

“He was a mean, spiteful old man”

“Well I’m glad we’re gone from him!” Legolas tried to look mean. Thranduil laughed softly.

“I’m angry!”

“I know you are,” Thranduil said fondly.

“Rawr!” Legolas yelled. Thranduil hugged his son close.

“I love you”

“I love you too!”

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Syndel pulled in front of the house, maybe finding where Thranduil lived by guilt tripping Kenshi, She had to check on her friend. She knocked on the door. The door opened.

“Hi!” Legolas was standing there. “Hi honey. Why aren’t you in school?” “Ada’s head hurts so mine does too!”

Syndel knelt down in front of him.

“Can I come in?” “No!” Legolas was grinning. Syndel laughed softly.

“Where is your Ada? I’m an old friend” Legolas glared, though it was too adorable. “You’re not friends with Ororper?”

“Who?”

Legolas stomped his foot. “My Ada’s ada!”

“No, definitely not,” Syndel said quickly.

“Okay!” Legolas let her in. Syndel smiled. “Where is your Ada?”

Legolas grabbed her hand and led her to Thranduil’s room.

“Legolas. You are so lucky I know her” Thranduil muttered. Syndel raised an eyebrow at Thranduil. Legolas snuggled next to his father. “Are you okay”

Thranduil sighed.

“Bad memories”

Syndel nodded sympathetically.

“Your wife...she’s like your father isn’t she!”

Thranduil’s jaw tightened.

“She hit him!” Legolas cried. Syndel swore under her breath.

“I deserved it”

“No! Don’t ever say that!” Syndel says fiercely. Legolas hugged his father as tight as he could. Thranduil looked away.

“Ada! Don’t be sad!”

Thranduil smiled at his son.

“I can help you”

“Syndel,” Thranduil sighed.

“Ada” Legolas held Thranduil’s face. “I don’t want you hurted no more” Syndel looked at Thranduil.

“What would I have to do?” He asked. Syndel smiled softly at him.

“If you want to, press charges against your wife or even your father. At least go to therapy” Thranduil nodded.

“And if you have a migraine, I’ll take this little guy to school” Legolas beamed at Syndel.

“I’m not losing you again”

“You’re pretty!” Legolas told Syndel. Syndel smiled, Thranduil holding him closer

“Come,” she said softly. Legolas grabbed her hand

“Pretty,” he repeated. Syndel smiled. Legolas ran in his room and grabbed an elf plushie

“Your kids got any plushies?” Thranduil asked.

“A cat and a lion”

Thranduil laughed fondly.

“His name is Estel!” Legolas said proudly

“You are just too cute,” Syndel smiled at Legolas. Legolas grinned. Syndel grabbed Thranduil’s hand

“Where are we going?” Legolas asked. Thranduil looked to his friend

“My place,” Syndel said.

“Okay! Ada come on!”

“Are you sure? Won’t your husband mind?” Thranduil asked.

“He can deal with it. It wouldn’t be the first time I hid a vic-...someone who needed help in my house” Thranduil raised an eyebrow at her. Legolas tried to push him of the bed but only succeeded in falling on the bed

“Who else have you hidden?” Thranduil asked, picking up his son.

“Many people who were hurt like you”

“Is that even legal?” Thranduil joked.

“I am a prosecutor” Syndel winked, helping Thranduil up. “Estel!” Legolas yelled. Thranduil picked up the stuffed elf. Legolas hugged it to his chest. “I got it for him after I argued with my father”

“It’s adorable,” Syndel smiled.

“You can’t protect me from him. If he finds me..,”

“I can and I will,” Syndel said fiercely.

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goldenvoicedminstrel · 4 years

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TGW prompt: I wanted to write something with Legolas and Beleg in Aman, but I didn't end up with the time - could you do it for me? :)

Sooo... first of all, thanks so much for this super interesting prompt! I never would have thought this up for myself so it was a lot of fun to come up with something. I hope you like it! Link to ao3 here.

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They say never meet your heroes, but what if your hero wants to meet you?

He lifts his bow.

There are no targets here in these unfamiliar woods of Aman, or at least none that he has not picked out for himself, but he would hate to lose his skill. Even if there is no use for his weapon in the Hallowed Lands, except for hunting and sport, 3000 years of battle readiness are not easily forgotten.

An understanding-he knows- that is shared widely in the Valinor he has come to know, where the elves of the First Age try their best to forget wars more gruesome than any warrior of Mirkwood could imagine.

‘How strange it is to walk in the company of Legends’, he ponders. ‘To wander alongside the great Kings of the First Age, of whose valour little elflings beg to be told before they are sent off to bed. I do not believe I shall ever be used to it.’

Yet they had not been his bedtime stories, not exactly, as his father was notorious for his dislike of the Noldor, including their Kings and their great warriors, who had battled against Morgoth himself.

No, it was not them the elfling in Legolas secretly wished to meet.

“Look Adar! Look at my bow! I’m Beleg Cúthalion and I will slay aaaaaall the orcs and rescue my friend!”

“I am sure you will, little one, but isn’t that bow a little tall for you?”

The little blond elfling pouts, while his blue eyes carefully measure the longbow that reaches a good few inches over his head and then, seemingly having come to a conclusion, he straightens his narrow shoulders.

“Then I will have to eat all the vegetables that naneth says will make me grow big and strong.” he pronounces gravely and his father struggles to keep an equally serious expression on his own face.

“That is a very smart idea, ion-nin. Your mother will surely be delighted and your friends grateful to have such a loyal and dedicated companion at their side.”

The elfling beams widely at his father’s approval and then takes off to get ready for supper with a new found determination.

Legolas smiles at the memory. His resolve to eat his vegetables had not lasted, much to his parent’s disappointment, and neither had his father’s approval of his great role model. Not once he had befriended Aragorn and not once he had decided to follow him on the long path to Mordor.

“It is the right thing to do Adar, you know this. I cannot stand back when the fate of this world hangs in the balance.”

“There are others, who can care for this world. Your place is here with your people.”

“My place is by his side and I will not leave him. Not now, when he is to set out on the path of his destiny.”

“His destiny,” Thranduil scoffs but his scorn his tinged with desperation “And what will your own destiny be? Is it not enough they call you Cúthalion for you skill? Will you have to follow a mortal man into a doomed quest so they can call you Cúthalion for your fate as well?”

He notches another arrow and aims for a bundle of pinecones that hangs half-hidden behind a distant branch.

Such a meeting would be most unlikely, he tells himself. After all, his, hopefully careful and discreet, enquiries had revealed that the elf in question does not often dwell in the great cities but prefers to roam the woods with his old companion and there is no reason at all, why he would come to seek out-

“You shoot well.” comes a voice from behind him and Legolas, who had been lost deep in thought and not focused on his surrounding- something that tells him he has become more used to life in Aman than he thinks- startles and let’s loose the string a fraction too high.

Before he can huff out a sound of annoyance at the interruption and his own carelessness however, the stranger has already fired his own arrow, which now flies with great speed towards Legolas’ wayward one and brushes it slightly, forcing it down. The pinecones fall.

Legolas stares.

Then he turns around.

And stares some more.

“You- who- what- ? No!”

There is a smirk tugging at the stranger’s lips.

“I do apologise for the rude interruption, I have not even introduced myself. I am Beleg, I hope I did not startle you too much.”

In this very moment it is only millennia of training in diplomacy and a courteous facade that keep Legolas from a very undignified display of disbelief. He answers reflexively.

“Legolas Thranduillion. It is - an honour to meet you, Beleg Cúthalion, your name truly serves you as well as the tales say.”

His companion- Beleg Cúthalion- laughs.

“Truly, you flatter me! But I shall never be used to being thought of as a character in a tale, it seems so strange don’t you agree?”

“I would not know for they are no tales sung about me.” Legolas answers a little breathlessly, still in awe of the apparition in front of him. Beleg raises his brows.

“Are they not? And yet I know you to be Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, one of the Nine, who set out to destroy the Ring of Power and end Sauron’s reign once and for all. Your archery is much praised, and from what I have seen before I so rudely interrupted, for good reason.”

Legolas tries his hardest not to gape at the revelation that Beleg Cúthalion did not only know his name but had also just praised his archery skills.

“I- thank you. It is a great honour, truly to hear you speak of me so. I never would have dreamt that-I mean I-“ he can feel the tips of his ears turning red as he tries to find the right words and is saved further embarrassment only, when the legendary elf puts a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“Peace, Legolas. You need not be afraid of me. After all, we have much in common you and I.”

“I would never dare to compare my skill to-“

“No.” Beleg interrupts him gently. “I do not speak of archery, even though I have heard there are those, who would gladly grant you my title. I speak of the company we have kept and lost, though fate seems to have viewed your friendship with kinder eyes.”

Legolas falls silent as years of memories well up behind his eyes, and his companion is quick to speak up again.

“Please forgive me if my words brought you pain, I know your grief must still be near.”

“No, no it is quite alright.” He shakes his head slowly. “I have made my peace with the price of our friendship long ago. I can call myself lucky it has lasted many years in the span of mortals…”

He trails of as he realises who he is speaking to, but Beleg seems to have taken no offence and only nods in quiet agreement.

“Indeed you are fortunate.” He pauses, and as he speaks his gaze is searching. “Not many of our people understand why I chose to follow a mortal man, but you do, do you not?”

“Yes.” Legolas answers, and there is a lump in his throat. “I understand.”

And he does, for he would have done the same. Had done the same. And it was only by luck that death had not been his reward.

“Their spirits burn so bright, perhaps because they have so little time. Always changing, evolving, flickering in a captivating dance that draws us like moths to the flame until eventually…” Beleg quietens as something flashes behind his eyes, and as he opens his mouth again his tone has changed to something that might be longing or might be resignation or might be something entirely else.

“We Eldar merely exist throughout our long days, while the Edain…they live. They cannot stand still, for life does not wait with them, so they move and decide and we move with them until our fate is decided. I envy them at times.”

“They make us feel alive.” Legolas echoes in agreement.

“Alive and of use for their goals are measured in years not centuries.”

“But why fish for reasons.” Legolas contemplates. “We do not decide who we lose our heart to, be it in the fashion of Beren and Lúthien or in great friendship like-”

He breaks off abruptly. In great friendship like Túrambar and Cúthalion that’s how the saying goes, but it feels ill-fitted in his present company.

Yet the other elf seems to know what he had wanted to say, for he smiles with a melancholy curve of his lips.

“Our tale was not ultimately a happy one but I am glad our friendship is remembered, at least.”

They fall into silence.

“They can be rather silly, though.” Beleg suddenly remarks, and Legolas startles at the sudden change of tone before he catches himself and snorts.

“Oh yes, I remember.”

“Always rather dramatic for a start.”

“Please, you don’t have to tell me. The amount of times I have had to search the darkest corners of an appointed meeting place for a shadowy figure, you would have thought I was playing hide-and-seek with him like a child!”

“And all the names! Collecting epessës like berries!”

“And Eru forbid you use the wrong name once!”

“And really they don’t wash often enough! Streams are there to be used, I would tell him! Only because we share the forest with the animals does not mean we have to smell like them!”

“Exactly! But no, it is too cold, he has only washed two days ago and there is no time to waste on such frivolities, his clothes are dirty anyway and he does not have a second tunic and have I mentioned it is too cold?” chimes in Legolas, remembering all the silly arguments that had turned into a friendly bickering, that had warmed them more than their fire during the long days in the forest.

“Truly a delicate species.” Beleg adds in a mock grave voice and it only takes a brief look between the two elves before they burst into laughter.

“He was a good man.” Legolas says, once he has caught his breath again, and makes to wipe away a few stray tears in which mirth and grief have mingled, from his cheeks.

“Yes, he was.”agrees Beleg with bright eyes and Legolas does not ask who he is talking about.

“We shall see them again. Someday. I believe that.” And only as he speaks this, he realises it is true. In Middle Earth death had been final, a sundering even for the elves for which the Blessed Realm had been a distant tale and their fate a mystery in the hands of unseen powers.

But here in Aman, where the Valar themselves walk among them, the edge of this world seems so much closer and sometimes Legolas feels as if he can almost see behind it.

They sit like this for a while, on the tree stump they had collapsed on in laughter earlier, before Beleg finally shakes himself out of his thoughts and jumps to his feet.

“Now, earlier I thought I might show you a little trick I invented, if you’d like. A slight modification in the way you hold your drawing arm that will give your arrow a greater momentum, while also not compromising the pace of your draw. I found this quite useful especially when-“

Legolas follows Beleg’s movements and explanations with rapt attention and only as he holds his arrow drawn on the string, his arm in a slightly adjusted position, his mind turns back to his earlier words.

‘I cannot wait to tell you of this, Estel’, he thinks and smiles, ‘after all, what could be called impossible when the Legends themselves walk among us.’

The arrow flies.

#tolkiengenweek #legolas #beleg #beleg has some mad skills i don't make the rules #legolas is meeting his childhood hero so forgive him for being an idiot #he comes out of it #first age tales are the brothers grimm fairytales of middle earth #dark disturbing and definitely unsuited for children #long post #golden writes

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the-lady-of-stars · 5 years

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Lost and Found

Requested by @yourquirkywitch

Thranduil x Reader

Summary: The reader is Thranduil’s long lost Queen and Legolas’ mother. She was presumed dead but turned out to have been put under a curse which buried her deep within the forest for thousands of years. When the ring is destroyed her curse is lifted, and she finally reunites with her family.

Elves only fell in love once in their lives, and Thranduil’s Queen was his one and only. They say that a year is a mere blink in the life of an elf, but without her it was a lifetime.

Many years ago, the Queen of Mirkwood was taking a stroll with her husband and five year old son through the forest. They walked hand in hand, admiring the tranquility of the forest until a strange woman emerged from within the shrubs. She looked aged, curly grey hair circling her head and wild eyes piercing into the couple. The woman, who had since named herself a witch, explained how she had a disagreement with Thranduil’s father, Oropher. To get her revenge on Oropher, the witch placed a curse upon the wife of his son, condemning her to a life confined within the earth. Vines whipped out and tangled themselves around the Queen, dragging her down into the ground as she screamed in fear. Thranduil would never forget the look of terror in his wife’s eyes as she disappeared beneath the earth. It plagued his mind every hour of the day and night.

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Thranduil stood at his balcony, gazing out at his kingdom beneath the moonlight. Fond memories of doing the same thing with his wife danced around his mind, making him release a sigh in despair.

Earlier in the month, Thranduil had received news that the One Ring had been destroyed by the fire of Mount Doom by the Fellowship which his son travelled with. The King had never felt as lonely in his life as he had without both his son and his beloved, which is why he was on the balcony waiting for Legolas’ imminent return.

A knock sounded at the door to his chambers, a weak one to say the least. He could hear that whoever was at the other side of his door was barely keeping themselves upright, making him panic that it was his son returning injured from his quest. He raced towards the door, pulling it open but instantly freezing in disbelief at the sight before him. There stood his Queen, his beloved, caked in soil and an array of vines growing around her body. She was hunched over, clearly drained of all energy that she had once contained. Before Thranduil could even blink, her shaky knees collapsed, leaving her in a pained heap on the floor. The Queen reached out to her husband, hands trembling and pathetically grasping for him.

“Thranduil-” she croaked out, tears spilling down her face.

This broke him out of his stupor, so he frantically bent down and lifted his wife in the most delicate fashion so as not to hurt her, the same way he had on their wedding night.

Tears fell from his eyes as he carried his wife whom he had thought to be dead for centuries to the bathroom, setting her down propped up against the bathtub as he ran the water.

“My- My Queen. How- you're dead...” he stuttered, carefully cupping her cheek.

“When we encountered the witch in the forest- she cursed me. She trapped me in a cell deep beneath the earth where no one would ever find me. Told me I’d never see you again. I was so scared, Thranduil. So lonely.” his wife cried.

- Your P.O.V -

“Y/N-” your husband sobbed, pulling you into his tight embrace. “How after all these years are you free?”

“When the ring was destroyed it took all evil with it, meaning the witches spell was undone. I was pushed through the earth and back to the surface by the same vines which dragged me under,” you explained. “Oh how I’ve missed you. Oh- Legolas! Where is my son?”

“Legolas was a part of the Fellowship who destroyed the Ring. He hasn't returned yet but he's on his way. He’ll be so glad to see you, Meleth Nin.”

“Gi Melin, Thranduil,” you sobbed into his chest, clinging to him.

“Gi Melin, Y/N. Come my Queen, I can hardly see you through the soil which covers you. Let us bathe.”

Thranduil reached behind you, unbuttoning the back of your dress and allowing it to slip to the floor as he lowered you into the warm water. You sighed, feeling warmth again after being freezing cold underground for centuries. Moments later, Thranduil slid into the bath opposite you, facing you. He had pulled the dagger from his robes and held it in his hands, beginning to cut the vines off of you. He threw them to the other side of the room, freeing your skin with care. After all of the vines were off, he massaged the red marks they had left from how they dug into your skin.

He then pulled the leaves and twigs from your matted hair, clearing it before washing your hair with shampoo and conditioner. He used a wooden comb to detangle your hair, ever so delicately fixing it and restoring it to its natural beauty.

Before he could do anything else, you pushed forwards with what little strength you had and placed yourself on his lap, pulling him into a kiss. He kissed you back immediately, holding you close to him. As he broke the kiss, he kept you on his lap but began to wipe your skin with a cloth soaked in floral soap. He touched you as though you were delicate china, ready to break at any moment. Once his Queen had been restored to her full beauty, he lifted you out of the tub and wrapped you in a soft towel, setting you down on the bed as he made his way to the wardrobe.

When he opened the wardrobe, you noticed that all of your belongings remained untouched, making you let out a happy sigh. He turned to look at you at the sound, smiling lovingly.

“I couldn't bare to throw anything away. I knew that if I did that it would make me feel like you were truly gone.”

He returned with a silk night gown, pulling it over you sweetly then pulling on some pyjama bottoms of his own. Just as he was about to lift you to the pillows, the door burst open and Legolas barged through with a cry of “I’m home, Adar!”

When Legolas saw you he froze, tilting his head slightly with a confused look in his eyes.

“N- Naneth?” he whimpered.

“Legolas, ion nin-” you gasped.

Legolas’ eyes teared up as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He cried into your neck, making every fibre of your body instinctively want to comfort your son although he was no longer the toddler he was when you last saw him.

“Look how big you are!” you laughed out through the tears.

“I’ve missed you, Nana. Why did you have to leave?” he sobbed.

“I’m so sorry, ion nin. I love you so much. I can't tell you just how much I’ve missed you. You freed me. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.”

“I would do it again any day to bring you back, Naneth.”

You looked up, seeing your husband crying at the sight of mother and son reunited. You laughed, sniffling then reaching out to pull him into a hug with the three of you.

The years alone had been painful, but there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. Your family was reunited and you wouldn't give it up for anything.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader

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saelwen · 4 years

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Dracarys

Chapter Two

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Game of Thrones/ Middle-Earth Crossover

Masterlist

Summary: The sequel to The Last Dragon. Follow along with the adventures of Lachril and Idhrendir as they discover new cultures and races of Middle-Earth, seeing them learning from the Valar and the Elders. (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Words: 1,500

An anxious feeling spread through Lachril’s body as she made her way to the Fëanor’s middle son. It’s true that the Targaryen girl was a free spirit and didn’t cower back from other Lords and braves Knights, always letting them know that she was in the same room but Caranthir made all that vanish in thin air, leaving the silver-haired girl with sweaty hands and breathless.

Lachril didn’t know why she felt that way but she wasn’t let that stop her to invite the young Lord for a ride.

Taking a deep breath, she went to Fëanor’s table, where all his house was taking breakfast. The first noticing her was Nerdanel, who gave the young princess a beautiful smile.

“Princess Lachril! What’s brings you here to our table?” the elleth’s voice was soft and cheerful, making Lachril smile gently to the older woman.

“Good morning, My Lords and My Lady!... I’ve come here to ask if Lord Caranthir would like to come for a ride?” Lachril asked politely, her violet eyes fixed on the blushing black-haired elf in the corner of the table.

The Fëanor’s sons begin cheering and teasing their little brother. The loudest was Celegorn, who didn’t stop saying that soon will be a new feanorian in the family. Lachril rolled her violet indigo eyes and smirk as she sees that Maedhros is still rubbing the fake beard off. “Do you need any help, Nelya?” the young princess asked with a smug face, gaining a glare from the red-haired elf.

“I think that’s a pleasant idea, Princess Lachril. Caranthir would love to go with you, isn’t that right ion nin?” Fëanor said with a small smile on his lips, looking from the corner of his grey eyes his blushing son, who nods shyly.

Smiling proudly, Lachril told Caranthir to follow her as she bends her goodbyes to the Lords and Lady. The walk to the dragon's stables was quiet, only talking about how beautiful was the day today or laughing of Maedhro's mad face when he barges into the room with his face painted.

“Tell me, My Lord... Why don’t you talk so much? I’ve never seen you participate in the activities with your brothers, only seeing you in some corner reading a book or watching from afar.” To Lachril surprise, her voice came out calm and soft, almost like she was afraid to spook the elf away.

In the corner of her eyes, she notices a frown appearing on Caranthir's handsome face. His beautiful grey eyes become dull and darkness spread through them. His muscular body went tense and Lachril could feel a strange aura radiating from him. “I’m sorry... You don’t have to answer that if you want,” she said after his silence, seeing that her question has brought some bad memories for him.

“It’s okay!... I don’t talk much because was my loud mouth that led me to my death... I don’t go hunting or patrol with my brothers because it was my boldness and impulsiveness that made a blade pierce through my throat, leaving me to drown on my own blood.” there was a long silence when he finished.

Lachril knew that he and his family had died on the first age. Hell, almost all the elves she knows in the Kingdom had died even her own father...but she didn’t know why or how. She stops and grabs Caranthir’s hand, squeezing gently as she looks to his cold grey eyes.

“My Lord...I’m sorry. I didn’t know-” her words were cut off with his timid smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, Princess Lachril. It’s not your fault for being curious...and please, call me Caranthir!” he said with a gentle voice.

“Okay...Caranthir. Only if you call me by my name too!” Lachril said with a timid smirk as she begins walking towards her dragon stables.

When they arrive at where most of the people call “Dragonpit”, Lachril walks to the massive black dragon resting on a large rock, bathing on the warm sun. At the sound of his rider walking towards him, Daenerion lifts his gigantic head. The young princess stroke gently the warm snout of the dragon and smile happily.

“Galu, Mellon nin! (Hello, my friend)” she whispers softly to the massive black dragon before her. The creature begins purring at the sound of his rider soft voice, pushing his snout into her small hand which made the silver-haired girl giggle.

Turning back, Lachril laughs at the sight of Caranthir’s pale face. He had his hands behind his back and he was balancing on his feet in nervous.

“I thought that we would ride on horses... not in dragons.” his voice came out a little trembled which he covers with a cough.

Giggling, Lachril climbs Daenerion’s back, sitting comfortably on his scaly back. “Don’t tell me that a feanorian is afraid of heights. Come on! It will be fun!” she said with a smirk, seeing the light blush forming on his pale cheeks.

Grumbling under his breath, Caranthir climbs slowly to the dragon’s back, careful not to hurt the massive creature. When the black-haired elf was comfortable sitting behind Lachril, he looks around to try to see where he was supposed to hold on.

“Wrap your arms around my waist! If you want to live,” she said while commanding Daenerion to jump into the blue skies, laughing at the curses that Caranthir was yelling.

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“It such a wonderful day, melleth nin!” Tunniel’s voice made a soft smile spread on Idhrendir’s face.

The young couple was strolling through the lovely garden on the castle, watching the beautiful flowers blooming to the warm sun. Idhrendir and Tunniel had been courting for some time, the two of them were always together when they were children. Spending the warm afternoon reading under a cool shade of a tree or catching a butterfly in the gardens. Everyone in the palace said that the two of them were made for each other... true soulmates.

“Yes, it is, my love! What are your plans for your day?” he said while putting a piece of her blond hair behind her pointy ear.

Grinning widely, she turns to him, her ice-blue eyes shining with happiness. “I’m helping my nana choose her wedding dress! I still can’t believe that she and Lord Maglor are getting married,” she said with dreamy eyes, glad that her mother had finally found a good elf that will love her as she deserves.

Maglor and Istril had announced their marriage on the last feast that Glorfindel and his children make every single year on the day that the savior of Middle-Earth had died, Daenys Targaryen. They said that was the perfect day to announce since it was the Dragon Queen how had introduced the two of them.

“Yeah, it’s really great that they are happy!...I’m sure that nana would be happy for them.” Idhrendir’s voice came out sorrowful. His father told him and to his twin sister tales of their mother, how courageous she was and how good and merciful she was to the people of Middle-Earth. Even if he didn’t memories of his mother, he still missed her every day. Wishing that she was there to guide him and teach him the history of his ancestors of the House Targaryen.

“Yes, she would love to see them together and happy like they are now... You know, you are just like her... good and smart. I remember the day I met her, how her beautiful silver hair shined with the light of the sun, making her almost like one of the Valar. How she had shown me her dragons and took me and my nana under her wing since my ada didn’t want us.” the last words came out full of venom, a frown forms on Tunniel’s face as she remembers the awful life that her father had made her and her mother pass.

Wrapping his strong arm around her small waist, Idhrendir pulls her into his chest, kissing gently Tunniel’s soft lips but it was interrupted by the loud roar.

Pulling back, Idhrendir looks up and saw Daenerion flying by with Lachril giggling and Caranthir shouting curses, on his back. A laugh escapes Tunniel’s lips as she sees the humorous sight before her. “Poor Caranthir!” she said while giggling.

Idhrendir rolls his violet eyes but a small smile forms on his lips. He leans down and captor Tunniel’s lips again, kissing her gently.

Everyone in the Kingdom I Lúg Post was having a wonderful life, happy to have such good King and Prince and Princess. Saying that the Kingdom could be compared to Valinor, the blessed lands... but not for long.

Hey Guys!!! Here a new chapter! So, what do you think so far? i think Lachril and Caranthir would be a cute couple, don't know 😂😂 I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

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@oneringnet 1K giveaway event - thranduil and legolas reunion fic for @thequeenofhades

sorry - 535 words

When King Thranduil of Greenwood paced throughout his throne room, it was never a good sign. Often, it was a rather bad one, indicating anger and rage. However, today’s pacing only served to make everyone in the throne room with Thranduil (scarcely anybody but Galion, but still), even more nervous. Thranduil paced frantically, worse and worse as time went on, and although his people were increasingly stressed, they could not bring themselves to ask their King to stop, relax, for the anxiety they were feeling was surely nowhere near Thranduil’s.

Legolas was coming back to Greenwood today. The King’s only son, only child, returned to him at last, with no note specifying the condition he would be found in. There had been no words detailing any injuries or changes or hurts that may have been inflicted on Legolas and not knowing how his son would be upon his return had brought horrific worry to Thranduil’s heart.

Legolas would be here soon, however, and Thranduil was extremely prepared to deal with any injuries or nightmares the prince might have from his time spent fighting the war against Sauron. Though he was worried for his son, he was prepared to put away his own feelings to help Legolas recover. He had promised himself to give Legolas as much time and love and support as he needed.

The King took a shaky breath, as a herald of his court stepped into the room. He ceased his pacing, though his hands fidgeted behind his back, unseen by Galion and the herald. He had not been a good father to his son, before he had left. He had been cold and harsh and his son had deserved nothing but his love and kindness. Oh, Legolas, he thought, however will I make this up to you?

“The Prince has just reached the front gates, Your Majesty,” said the herald. “He should be here momenta-”

“Ada!” The doors swung open, and Legolas all but ran into his father’s throne room. He stopped just short of his father, almost hesitant as to what to do next, but nonetheless, his eyes were shining with joy at seeing his home, his family once more.

“Legolas,” Thranduil said, voice breaking before he wrapped his arms around his son, drawing him in for a hug. “Oh, ion-nin, I’m so glad to see you safe. You know not how I’ve missed you, I’ve not been the father you deserve but oh how I wish to make it up to you. My son, my Legolas.”

“Ada,” Legolas said, tucking his head into his father’s shoulder. “I missed you, Ada, so much.” His returning embrace was bone-shattering, and Thranduil was surprised at how strong his son had gotten in the year he had been gone alone.

“You’re home now. Legolas, Legolas, you’re home now.” Thranduil said. “Ion-nin, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Ada. I’m going to be apologising to you soon enough.” At this, Thranduil pulled back, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Legolas, whatever do you me-” There was a dwarf. A short, red-headed dwarf standing awkwardly near the door of the room.

“Ada,” Legolas said, gesturing towards it. “This is my dear friend, Gimli.”

“Your what?”

Legolas only laughed. “Sorry!”

#oneringnet #1k celebration #legolas #thranduil #reunion fic #my writing #speaking of sorry: i'm sorry this is so late!#i hope you like it

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