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Thranduil and Josie pt. 141- The Mad King

Summary: Thranduil and company arrive at their temporary destination. The King enjoys a not so private river bath. Elrond has deep concerns and makes them known. Legolas learns a shocking truth. The camp is being stalked. Another revelation comes to light. Aragorn and Boromir bicker. Raven gives up. She also learns a truth. A carnival takes place as Josie fights her distraught mind. She makes a wish that does not go unheard. Raven braves the wrath of Thranduil.

*Warnings* smut, angst, language, suicidal tendencies

NOTES: I have had the honor of collaborating on the Thranduil/Elrond scenes in this chapter with a very talented writer and one I consider a friend @redeemer46, because no other writes the Rivendell ruler better. Please check her Thranduil fic out on AO3 titled "Because The King Says" if you have not already, for you will not be disappointed. It is beautifully written and will draw you right in. There will be more of of this collaboration in my future chapters as well between the two elf lords. Thank you my Thrandy girl! A little easter egg shout out to you is included. I'll let you find it 😉

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(https://archiveofourown.org/works/36929689/chapters/92136106)

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The sun has set and the moon had taken over on the west side of the Misty Mountains near the Bruinen's edge as Thranduil and company entered Elrond's base camp for the night. Come breaking dawn, they would the make their way to Imladris with expectations of arriving there by nightfall as long as no more trouble followed them.

There must have been at least fifty tents, but Thranduil new exactly which one was for him as both his and Elrond's were the biggest ones there and designated by color, Thranduil's being almost as Ivory as his long silken strands.

Of course the Elvenking quickly dismounted his white horse and bee-lined inside for the wine he knew his old friend would have waiting for him. He stood with his eyes closed with a sigh, savoring the sweet Dorwinion vintage as it rolled down his throat, then his eyes wandered about the spacious quarters. It was surely fit for a King as Elrond had thought of everything, from the bed linens to an array of clothing, in which Thranduil immediately laid out his chosen evening wear...but first, he needed a quick dip in the Bruinen to cleanse himself of the orc and goblin blood.

The aroma of food began to fill the air as multiple firepits sizzled with a variety of meats, for Aragorn, Boromir, Gandalf and Gimli would soon tear into that before cleaning up.

In the meantime, all were settling into their tents...all except Raven who stood alone watching elves move about the camp, not knowing what to do or say as she felt extremely out of place.

"Come." Thranduil said from behind her, making her spin around with a startled squeal.

"Come...where??"

"Place your belongings in the tent and accompany me to the river. If anyone needs cleansing, it is you after all of that needless upheaving. You will be resting in my tent and I will not inhale that foul smell any longer, for there is not enough wine in the entirety of this camp to dissuade my mind from it."

She did as he said, noticing only one bed as she placed her bag inside.

"Talk about glamping." she whispered, then trotted after him to catch up since he certainly was not going to wait for her. Thranduil was patient but not with uncleanliness.

The King wasted no time removing his armor and disrobing right in front of Raven, who forced her eyes to the ground, but she found them betraying her, catching a glorious view of his bare backside as Thranduil walked into the water.

He then turned to face her as she stood frozen at all of him showing down to the base of his cock.

"If you are awaiting an invitation, you will not get one, for my bareness should speak for itself."

Raven hesitantly began undressing, so slowly she noticed Thranduil's lips purse as he gawked at her. Taking in a deep breath, she released it and quickly stripped to get it over with, then covered her breasts with her arm and lower region with her other hand as she walked into the freezing water.

"As if I have not viewed your form before. Do not play bashful girl, for we both know you are far from that. Rest your arms at your side and come to me."

Raven shivered and began to wade forward, finally standing before the Elvenking's enormous frame, for her head barely reached his shoulders.

"Wash yourself." he flatly ordered as his eyes narrowed down at her.

She lowered herself into the ice bath while he observed and did as he commanded, including rinsing the foul taste from her mouth to please his keen senses.

"Now...wash me."

Raven's trembling hands cupped and scooped up the water, then she drizzled it over him multiple times until his entire body was shimmering in the moonlight. She then placed her hands flat upon his chest and began gently scrubbing him. As she did so, she lightly gasped as she now felt the head of his cock poking her stomach. She could feel his heavy stare as well. Glancing up at him, his pupils had consumed his blues.

"Do...you want me to wash your...face? You have some...blood on your cheeks."

Thranduil was not about to let her touch him in such an intimate place, so he lowered himself under the water, giving his face a quick scrub and then rose back up. His saturated platinum hair was slicked back and now gleaming along with his skin. Raven almost lost her breath at the majestic view and the King noticed it.

Without warning, Thranduil swooped her up against him and trekked through the water to a large rock on the shore. He set her down and abruptly spun her around to face it, then pushed her into it with his full slick body against her backside. He growled into her neck as his solid cock slipped between her thighs. Raven could not deny the desire she felt in that moment as her core began to ache for his thickness to ravage her.

"Thran..Thranduil..." she panted. "Can...can I turn around?"

"There is no need to be seen. My cock does not desire your face."

With that said, he shoved into her, his full length filling her up on that one push as she released a hard squeal.

"Bite your tongue girl. I do not wish for an audience." he snapped and began grinding up into her with forceful thrusts as his hands gripped the rock above her head, his knuckles turning white.

After a few minutes of this, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.

"Place your feet upon the rock."

She did so and Thranduil slammed back into her, pounding in a frenzy as he panted into her ear.

"Do not take too long, for I will not wait for your satisfaction, nor will I continue to entertain it once I have had my own."

It didn't take much for her to unwind, for the position she was in had Thranduil's cock finding her sweet spot in mere seconds. Her entire body went into involuntary tremors as her walls contracted over him.

"Oh godddddd!!!!" she accidentally wailed as she rocked her hips into his long hard strides.

Thranduil's eyes and lips were planted shut as he neared release. His mouth then burst open as he withdrew, letting his essence pulsate over her back.

"Josephine...." he grunted as his hips worked through the powerful climax, causing Raven's eyes to widen.

Realizing what he had just unwillingly let slip from his lips, he dropped Raven and backed away from her as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Gather your things and go."

"Ok but..."

"Glenn- hi!" (Go now) he shouted, making her jump.

Raven didn't know what it meant but she had a pretty good idea that she needed to leave, and so she did.

Thranduil waded through the water in a fit of rage, cleansing his manhood as it was becoming firm again. As he walked up onto the shore to get dressed, he dropped down onto his back and just laid there, gazing up at the stars, not wanting to go back.

In that moment, it was just him and the night sky above. In that moment, he allowed himself to feel what he was fighting. Closing his eyes, his hand gripped his throbbing girth and he began to softly stroke it as he saw your face.

"Thranduil, my love..." your voice whispered in the breeze causing his hips to push up into his slow gentle strokes.

His breathing began to intensify as his release was teasing him, torturing him, taunting him over how good it was going to feel. Thranduil gave in as his hand vigorously slid up and down his entire shaft, his knees pinching together. He could not hold back any longer as the swollen head of his cock was solid red, screaming at him...and so he vulnerably screamed back as he exploded into climax.

"Ahhhhh...ah..ah..Josephine...ahhhhhh!!"

Thranduil panted heavily as he coaxed out his remaining seed through the slowing pulses of his softening cock until his hips jerked to a stop. His hand fell to his side as his wide disbelieving eyes gazed at the moon, reeling in the afterglow. It was short lived though as the Elvenking awakened inside of him and reprimanded Thranduil's feelings once more.

His teeth gritted as his moonstone eyes darkened with disgust. He flung up and took a quick dip to cleanse his bodily fluids away and then promptly dressed. On his way back to the camp, he slashed his twin swords through every piece of shrubbery in his path as he spoke through his teeth.

"You will not control me with your enchantment, sorceress! No more!"

Thranduil walked past the feasting party in a steady march to his tent without offering a single glance at any of them, and one's eyes he was deliberately avoiding. His son's.

Upon entry to his safe haven, he was taken aback to see a black cloaked figure sitting on the vanity bench. Immediately, he knew whom it was.

"Lord Elrond. I was certain you would be about, feasting with the others and sipping on the fine spirits of Dorwinion, yet here you are like a thief in the night wishing to grace me with your undesired opinions. I am far too toilworn for this entrapment."

Elrond stood up and removed his hood as his deep blues fixated on the Elvenking in a rather serious manner.

Thranduil disappeared around the dividing curtain to change into his evening wear, knowing Elrond was going to remain right there and force his thoughts upon him.

"Enervated I am sure you are after all you have endured, there and....here. I have always known you to be a King of discretion but it would seem it is not to your concern at this time after your very indiscreet tryst in the river."

Thranduil then came out in his evening robe and went straight to the wine table.

"I do not feel that any tryst of mine, neither here nor anywhere is of anyone's concern, so why is it that you feel it is of yours?"

"Because I would not take you for the kind to take a dhampir into your charge. Especially one who was instrumental in seeing you to your current state. How do you explain this to her sister, your wife, as you know Josephine will not look upon this kindly?"

"Do not speak of that woman to me. Both are merely a means to an end. She is no longer my consort. I will return to my kingdom, reclaim my daughter and then the witch will be of no use to me."

Elrond's brow lifted in utter astonishment. "I see the Elvenking has transcended his rumored passing but Thranduil does not fare as well."

"I am one and the same. Do not talk to me as if my mind has split in two."

"Ah, no my friend. Your mind is very much in tact. It is your soul, your heart that battles in a different direction."

"The only direction my heart and soul seeks is to retire here in this chair and consume many more glasses of this fine wine....in solidarity." Thranduil retorted with annoyed eyes.

"I can see you are not ready for this conversation and in much need of rest. At some point you will be and I will lend my ears and thoughts at that time."

"It would seem your ears have heard enough old friend." Thranduil quipped with a slight smirk.

Elrond's brows furrowed as he did not find the humor in the Elvenking's statement.

"One does not have to have the keen ears of an elf to hear the atrocities openly displayed here tonight. If I may ask of the Elvenking to relay these last words to the old and wise Thranduil. The only entrapment you are under is that of which Jareth has bestowed upon you. Your current feelings may seem real to you, but your memories still remain of your true ones. How do you explain them? You cannot, for there is no logic you can invent to deny the past. Your heart and mind are at war and your mind will eventually lose for it is a battle it cannot win. I can only hope you will come to your senses before someone else wins the heart that yours so desperately beats for. Enjoy your evening."

Elrond departed, leaving Thranduil to soak in his words of wisdom, although the Lord of Rivendell knew it was going to take much much more than words to undo the seemingly irreparable damage.

"What do you make of that?" Boromir quietly asked Aragorn as they sat side by side at the fire.

As he puffed on his pipe, Aragorn glanced over to see Raven sitting by her lonesome, picking at the variety of charred meats upon her plate.

"A mere child who's suffered a tragic life and has no family. Arwen seems to see something good inside of her as she would a wounded wolf."

"And you?"

"Her presence can only bring more suffering and danger to all that she is near. Elrond will never permit her to remain in Rivendell, for Jareth will come back for her with a vengeance."

"It's quite sad, for one to be all alone with no family."

"She has a sister that justifiably despises her. The one you seek to speak with."

"The...queen of Mirkwood...is her sister? But that would mean...." Boromir replied as he then trailed off in thought as Aragorn explained.

"Half I suppose one would call it. They share a mother who was also evil. Raven followed in her footsteps and she has hurt so many with her evil. She could be of a good heart if she truly desired it, but forgiveness will not likely ever be offered to her. It will not matter to the death dealers one way or the other. They will find her before forgiveness even has the slightest chance. She would be better off to face the dealers than the wrath of King Thranduil, for he will realize his dire mistake someday. Forgiveness will never come from him. He would soon cut out his own tongue before he spoke such words. Raven is merely temporary until his heart awakens to his one true love."

Raven's eyes rolled up from her plate to glare at the two gossiping men, for they had forgotten of her vampire hearing. Her eyes began to flicker a hint of fiery orange, for she just wanted to blast them off their rocks for speaking of her as if they even knew her at all. Instead, she slammed her fork onto her plate and stood up in a fit of rage.

"I do wish to have a good heart, but it is those such as you that take any hope of that away!!" she shouted as she dropped her plate on the ground, then marched off towards the river in tears.

"It is too bad, that she cannot have her sister in her life, but now it all makes sense with Thranduil and all. I should not speak ill of the situation, for my own is of no better and it just became worse. The only difference is, I would die for Faramir." Boromir continued now that they were alone, or so they thought. "The information that has surfaced changes nothing of how I feel for him. He will always be my brother, even if he is not of my blood."

"Boromir, I can see that you now realize that because she and Josephine share the same mother..."

"Yes...I can see it now, in her blue eyes....this means that not only is Faramir the Queen's twin brother, but Raven's sibling as well...."

Legolas stood in the shadows of the forest, reeling over all that he had just unintentionally heard, for he was merely returning from relieving himself when he had heard Raven's outburst. He then quietly turned and headed back to his tent before Aragorn and Boromir knew of his presence.

Raven fell to her knees at the river's edge, trying to catch her breath and contain her wasted tears, for she felt no one cared of her pain.

In a bate of fury, she stood up and began picking up large stones, hurling them one after the other at the the rock she was just screwed stupid on while releasing an array of profanity with each strike.

The moonlight reflected in certain areas of the darkened water, in which she then saw something moving through it. As it came into view, she then saw slimy bony fingers attached to a log. Gasping deeply, she bolted off, knowing who it was. When she came scurrying around a giant boulder, she ran smack dab into Boromir's arms with Aragorn right behind him.

"Hey there, slow down, where's the fire?" he chuckled.

"Th...the...the...w...w..water!!! There's....he's...." she frantically stuttered with giant eyes as she pointed at it.

Boromir released her and peeked around the rock as did Aragorn.

"Gollum..." Aragorn confirmed. "He's followed us from the mountain."

"What if he's led the enemy to our whereabouts? That will make the rest of our journey more dangerous. What does he want?" Boromir quietly asked.

"Me..." Raven answered. "I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance, but...I...I was trying to do something good for once and look where that got me."

"Yes, you should have, for nothing good comes from him...or you." Aragorn coldly said.

"It will never matter what I do...as you said, I will never be forgiven even if I try to change!"

"The things you have done makes you unworthy of redemption."

"Aragorn. Give the girl a break. Can't you see she's frightened and has no one?" Boromir shockingly claimed in Raven's defense.

Aragorn tilted his head in astonishment. "She has plenty for the time being. Knowing what you now know has made you soft and unwise. She cannot be trusted."

"You are so quick to trust King Thranduil when his mind has been altered. It is he who brought her here amongst his own people. She seems to want to change, but you will not see that."

"It is you who is blinded my friend, by your own good heart. Josephine trusted her too when they first met at Lestat's and look where that got her. This girl that you deem worthy of salvation is half witch, half vampire, a natural enemy with just cause and is having relations with her own sister's husband without an ounce of remorse and it is she who has placed the King in such a predicament against his will."

"It would seem the King's will is the only thing he is control of....If she just felt that someone was on her side, for he is not, if she had a family, in which she now can. Faramir is no different than her and he is good!"

Raven stood dumbfounded at the complete stranger's confusing words and defense of her to the adamant Aragorn of her inability to change.

'"Faramir was not raised as she was! He does not know evil. You're a fool to trust what you think is merely a frightened child. She is a killer of children, a monster...and I pray you do not find that out the hard way. The only person left to get through to you is the Queen herself for I will not endanger my own family for the likes of a soulless dhampir. She has already torn one apart that may never get back what they had. Because of her, King Thranduil was denied his presence of the birth of his daughter. His queen suffered that beautiful moment without him at her side. I cannot imagine how terrified she must have been, nor the grief she endures believing he is passed on. I was there Boromir, when it all happened. Josephine was inconsolable. Open your eyes Boromir, before you become the next casualty of war in trusting the wicked one."

Aragorn then stormed off while Raven stood there speechless and shaking.

"I..ummm...I don't know who you are...but..thank you for...trying to help, but..don't waste your breathe or time on someone like me. Aragorn is right. I am a lost cause."

She ran off back to the camp, but this time with no tears, just a mixture of pent up anger and wanting to give up as thoughts of turning herself over to the Nazgul raced through her mind.

Raven went speeding through the camp and was quickly halted by Arwen's call to her.

"Are you alright child?"

"I am not a child and I do not like your husband!" she barked. "And stop being nice to me before he turns on you for it. I am not worth it and I do not want to wreck another happy family. I think I am just going to do everyone a favor and turn myself over to the dealers, for I have nothing to live for or look forward to."

"Oh but you do young Clover. It will be of no use to offer your life to them once they learn the truth, for they will not be able to harm you per their own laws."

"What?? What the hell are you talking about lady? what truth???"

Arwen walked up to her and placed her hand on her stomach.

"The truth of life that grows within you."

You sat in Lola's wash room, silently crying your eyes out as you read Garrett's goodbye letter over and over. How could he do this to you for the umpteenth time? How could he leave you at all? How could Legolas leave you? How could Julian leave you? How could Thranduil leave you???

You told yourself Garrett would be back. He always came back....but something in his letter, his choice of words, or better yet, the way he worded them, worried you...and you could do absolutely nothing about it because no one knew where he went and he wouldn't answer you.

"Pull yourself together Jo, for it just doesn't matter anymore." you told yourself as you looked in the mirror at your red swollen eyes.

Into the bath you went, quickly washing up and got out before you fell asleep and dared to dream again.

"Lola...I think I will just wear a simple skirt and casual top. I am in no mood for dressing up. I don't know why Narcisse insists on making such a fuss over my birthday anyways. It's just another day. Can you help me with my hair though? It's so long and unruly and I don't know where Haldir is to help me braid it and he probably wouldn't anyways since he's still mad at me. He probably left me too...."

There you went, hands over your face, bawling again.

"Miss Josie, what's the matter??"

You vigorously rubbed your tears away and shook your head, forcing Garrett out of it.

"Nothing Lola. Nothing at all. Don't mind me. Now, let's put our big girl panties on and go have some fun."

After you were both satisfied with your attire, off you, Lola and Leean went to the outside festivities with a purple flower in your hair.

As the three of you rounded the trees, your breath was taken away by the sight of the entire bay area. The football sized lawn was filled with a carnival of colorful tents, large and small, with people scattered about...and there were beautiful red pontoon boats at the bay's edge.

The only thing that was missing was Narcisse...and Haldir.

The air was cool but you were plenty warm in your long sleeves. There was only a few hours left before sunset in which then you would have Lola take Leean inside, so you decided to walk her around to look at things she may be interested in.

As you came to a large red tent, there was a crowd of people in line with may children. On the side of it sat a large iron barred carriage filled with straw and smelled of a wild animal.

"Lola... what'sin there. Is it something Leean would like to see?"

The nanny didn't even have to answer as the beast within let out a well known roar, making Leean jump and her bottom lip pout and quiver.

"Oh my god, Lola, there is a lion in there?"

"A tiger actually. King Blaze comes a few times a year with his Ringmaster from just outside the city and they do a little show for the children. Honestly I think it's more for Lord Narcisse's entertainment than anyone else as you know his love of animals, but please don't tell him I said that. Don't worry though, he is very well trained and even understands our words. Lord Narcisse speaks to him all the time."

"That certainly does not surprise me." you replied, remembering Stephane's ability to communicate with animals just as Thranduil could. If only your crow would come back, maybe Narcisse could translate what he has been trying to tell you. You were willing to bet Narcisse was in the tent as well.

"Well, judging by Leean's reaction, I don't think she will like the tiger so I am just going to take her to see what else is here."

"Pretty much anything you would find at a carnival, you'll find here. There is a small petting zoo around the corner that would be more fitting for her."

You must have spent over an hour with the animals. It was perfect for her as she giggled, squealed and playfully patted an array of rabbits, goats and deer on their heads, for it was the first time she had ever seen such a sight. She was beside herself when you took her away as she carried her father's miffed look about her entire face.

As you exited the animal pen, Narcisse came walking up, offering a respectful bow.

"Ahh, there is the birthday girl, looking exquisite as always."

"And there is my favorite little girl, yes she is, hello sweetheart Leean." he continued as he softly shook her hand, speaking in his incredibly adorable baby voice that made you swoon every time. Your mind wandered for a moment thinking about how Garrett had never even held her, or really had never even had a good look at her, but you knew that was because he was too afraid to ask and of course he was probably worried about everyone losing their minds over it if he had. Now you felt even worse, because you should have asked him if he wanted to, for it was your decision and no one else's.

"You've come just in time. Would you three ladies like to accompany me on a short boat ride about the inlet? I have a surprise for you Jo."

"Sure, alright." you agreed with a smile.

You had a surprise for him as well tomorrow, and you couldn't wait to see how happy Stephane would be to see his horse, Arion, alive and well.

He assisted you and Leean first onto the watercraft, then Lola and of course when your fingers met his, a hefty static shock passed between them, tickling the inside of your stomach. At that moment, you had slightly gasped and glanced into Stephane's bright blue eyes, that flashed of starlight for a split second, for he had felt it too.

There were two cushioned benches, one at the front and one in the back of the boat with a table in the center, which consisted of many fragrant fruits and a carafe of red wine. Narcisse poured you a glass first, then Lola, eventually filling his own and then seating himself beside you as Lola sat solo on the opposite end, which you feel she did intentionally. She had made it no secret that she was aware of her employers feelings towards you.

"A toast, shall we, to a timeless beauty who deserves nothing but happiness and everything her heart desires." Stephane said, looking deeply into your eyes, making his intentions known of his own desires.

You awkwardly smiled and took a sip as did he, with Lola only raising her glass.

"Lola, do not be rude. Jo may not be a queen of these lands but she is still a Queen and deserves to be respected as such."

"Apologies my lord, but I will be tending to the little one this evening and need to keep a clear mind, for your notorious wine is called wicked for a most validated reason."

Your eyes slightly stung when she said little one. It would seem your mind was not going to spare you this night of the vampire.

"Stephane, it is completely fine if she does not want to drink. It only proves her devotion to my daughter, which puts some of my mind at ease that she is well cared for and loved." you told him in her defense and also to distract your thoughts.

"Very well. You may refrain from the wicked wine, because the Queen says." Narcisse said with a cute wink to you.

Once the boatman had the pontoon out in the center of the inlet, Narcisse got up and pulled something out of a wooden box. As he carried it to the table and sat it down, your eyes swelled up. It was a small birthday cake of white icing, trimmed in purple decoration with some kind of flower like contraption on top.

"My lady. I know this birthday is not the way you wanted it to be, but I hope this will still make you smile."

He then handed you a match. "Here. Light the center." he explained with a sly grin.

You handed Leean to Lola and took the match, striking it on the wooden table and then lighting the wick, which burst into a bright firework like flame. The plastic flower then popped open to reveal at least a dozen lit purple candles that turned about like a carousel.

You laughed with wide eyes, and then cried.

"My lady, I said smile, not cry sweetheart." Stephane sweetly said and wiped your tears so gently.

"They're happy tears Stephane. Thank you so much for this."

"I know the cake is rather boring. I tried to make it as visually inviting as i could."

"Wait...you...you made this yourself??"

"I did...along with some choice words to bring it to perfection that I will not repeat."

You instantly hugged him, completely catching him off guard.

"Thank you...so much. This means a lot to me. It is perfect." you softly spoke into his ear and then kissed his cheek.

Narcisse turned a slight rosy shade as he smiled. "Alright then...make a wish my lady."

As the night sky began to darken, you silently made the wish you would always make, for Thranduil to be alive, even if you knew it was impossible. With every ounce of love in your heart for that elf, you closed your eyes and blew out the candles, surprisingly snuffing them out in one shot, just as your heart was that fatal night.

Thranduil had finally dozed off in his Kingly chair within his Kingly tent after finishing off his carafe of wicked wine. But he was soon awakened in a fright by a haunting voice rippling through his mind as his chalice fell from his hand, clanking loudly upon the ground.

"My King, my love, my birthday wish is only for you to return to my awaiting arms, for this day's only meaning was that I was born to find you, the other half of my soul, my heart, my mind and body. We will always be one and I live only for our daughter and for the day you and I will be joined as one again, the way it was always meant to be. I will find you and your lips again one day. Please come back to me, for I so wish it. More than nin own cuil." (More than my own life)

"Josephine!" he shouted, startling a sleeping Raven awake on the nearby dressing bench.

"Thranduil??" she asked with tired eyes as she sat up.

The Elvenking sat frozen for a moment, trying to understand what had just occurred. When he realized what it was, he swiftly stood up and went straight back to a new carafe of wine without saying a word as he stood and gulped a glass down with his back to Raven. His lips savored in the taste of the wine's sweetness as he recalled your words of finding his lips again. He closed his eyes and lightly licked them, then he completely shut down as he spun around.

"Why are you there and not in my bed?"

"I...well...I was not invited." she lied. Now that she knew she was pregnant and didn't know who the father was, Raven was absolutely terrified to tell Thranduil, for if the child was his, he would never let her, not to mention, she was sick of being used for sex. Of course, if it was Jareth's, that was a whole 'nother hell to face. She truly wished it to be Garrett's, but she knew the probability of that was slim to none.

"Have I not invited you onto my cock? Surely that would be a blatant invitation, would it not?"

"Then why were you calling out my sister's name just now in your sleep?" Raven asked in a pissy tone as she stood up.

"Never mind that. It was purely a night terror that I plan to drown away...and then pleasure away."

His dilated eyes were undressing her as he spoke in his perversion and walked up to her.

"Pleasure away? You mean fulfill the pleasure you secretly desire for her. Any fool can see that. Would it help if I transform into her image again?"

Raven's sarcasm was not taken lightly.

"And that fool would be you girl! Do not be presumptuous of my affections! It is preposterous!"

"I presume nothing. The only thing that is ridiculous here is that you pretend to feel nothing for Josie. Why else would you not look at me when you fuck me? It is your guilt, that is why. You don't want me no more than you want your memories, but the thing is, you do want them. They're haunting you for a reason and that reason is because you love her whether you want to or not."

"What do you know about love dhampir??! Nothing!! So do not speak to me about it! Do not speak of that woman in my presence or you will find yourself all on your own again, at Jareth's and the dealers mercy!" he raged in an incredulous bark.

"Even here, I am still alone so it does not matter to me. Throw me out, I do not care. It would be for everyone's benefit if you did so. You're only losing your mind right now because you know what I speak is true and you cannot stand having no control over said truth! She may be out of sight but she is clearly not out of mind, or your heart. You can't fight fate and one day you will have to face her and what you feel for her because absence only makes the heart grow fonder, and that is what is happening right now. Your heart aches for her and I am merely a distraction form that ache."

Thranduil advanced and towered over her, leering down into her wide eyes with his lips severely pursed.

"It is like you are intentionally trying to dissuade me of my course. Why is that? You feel nothing for that witch just as I do not, regardless of your senseless rantings that I do. Need I remind you of your debt to me? You will remain at my side and in my bed."

"Why? because the King says??!" she bravely snarked.

"Yes, because I so order it. There is no absolution for you out there in this world, only eventual death. That is something you also need to face in your petulant little mind. I have had enough of your twisted tongue. If there is anything that I am going to pretend, it is that this conversation never took place, and for your sake, it would be well advised that it does not again, for this night is too heavy to deal with you. Dawn will come soon and a fresh start will accompany it. Now, climb into my bed and put that twisted tongue to a worthy use."

@redeemer46

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mischieffoal · 2 years

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So. Sansûkh. Indeed Sansukh Week 2022. Thank you @fishfingersandscarves for prompting me to actually finally record this damn song, edit and post it!

Day 7 of Sansukh Week, celebrating a year since the fanfic was completed, is about endings. This song is about the ending of the fanfic, and the emotions it gave me. I wrote it whilst I was ill with COVID, about a week or two after Sansukh finished. I then forgot about it. Did some editing. Forgot about it some more. Asked @oakwyrm @hobbitsoupbowl and @fishfingersandscarves if I could use their art, they graciously said yes, I forgot about it. Now it is here!!!

This video is a) an emotional retelling of a weird emotional; b) a massive thank you to @determamfidd; c) a joke that I mainly did because I thought of the last line and it made me giggle.

I’ll reblog with links to the original art and the backing track I used! Video description under the cut

Video description: video of a series of images, set to illustrate a song. The song is “Into the West” from The Return of the King, with some altered words, sung by an alto voice over a kareoke backing track.

Lyric “Hope fades into the world of night”

Image: Living in 2021 like...

Lyric “Through shadows falling”

Image: screenshot of the summary of Sansukh

Lyric “Out of memory and time”

Image: selection of images from 2021 - COVID, Evergreen ship, Trump, Destiel

Lyric “Don’t say we have come now to the end”

Image: screenshot of the end of chapter 47 of Sansukh, “TBC”

Lyric: “White shores are calling, you and I will meet again”

Image: shot of the Grey Havens with a ship sailing out to the West

Lyric: “And you’ll be here in my arms, just sleeping”

Image: fanart of Gimil and Legolas hugging in starlight, by Oakwyrm

Switch to chorus, now two alto voices singing

Lyric: “What do you mean, notification?”

Image: stock image of a phone screen with an email notification

Lyric: “Why do my emails call?”

Image: Email inbox with unread email from AO3 showing new chapter of Sansukh

Lyric: “Message unseen, anticipation”

Image: The email from AO3 now open

Lyric: “The ships have come to carry me home!”

Image: Author’s notes on Chapter 48 of Sansukh

Lyric: “And all will turn to silver glass”

Image: fanart of Gimli, with white hair and beard, looking at Legolas walking away by @fishfingersandscarves

Lyric: “a light on the water”

Image: fanart of old Bilbo, with ghost Thorin leaning towards him by @hobbitsoupbowl

Lyric: “Gay ships pass into the West

Image: the image of the Grey Havens and the ship from before, except with a rainbow poorly edited over the top

#sansukh #sansukhweek22 #lotr #tolkien #gigolas #thilbo #determamfidd #sansûkh #fishfingersandscarves #oakwyrm #hobbitsoupbowl

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sogno-ao3 · 4 months

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Hey, how are you?

Thinking about Mollie's origin and culture, could you recommend a book or movie?

In fact, I'm going to start reading Jane Eyre under the influence of Still Waters ;)

hello! thank you for such an amazing question. since you said "origin and culture," it really got me thinking on what I would consider as influences for Still Waters and how I came to conceive of Mollie & the story in general...

I think there have been three main influences: literary classics, kdrama, and fanfiction--a mix of high and low culture. This mixture is reflected in Still Waters; readers may choose a surface-level read, or they may choose to read more deeply into the thematic elements... either is perfectly fine and neither is preferable to the other.

In each category, I'll list a few works with some relevant links to books, movies, TV shows, etc. You also might be interested in a post I made awhile back discussing books I've named in the work.

Literary classics

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

Gutenberg, BBC 2006, BBC 1983

Like Still Waters, Jane Eyre is a coming-of-age and romance with an older man with a dark past. I've read it many times by now, and it's so fascinating to observe how my relationship with it has changed--I used to think of it as the epitome of romance, but now I have much more nuanced thoughts about it. There have been many more adaptations than the ones I have listed; it is also fascinating to see how differently people interpret it... which dovetails my experience--this book seems to grow with people as they change.

Works by Jane Austen

Mansfield Park: Gutenberg, ITV

Persuasion: Gutenberg, ITV

Both of these works feature introvert women as protagonists; many people around them tend to underestimate them because they are naturally quiet and outwardly obedient. Persuasion is also the classic example of slow burn and mutual pining.

Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston

Goodreads

This work is a coming-of-age myth/memoir featuring a Chinese American female protagonist. While it's not a romance, Woman Warrior showed me how flimsy the divider between fantasy and reality can be, and how language can be used to blur the lines. It's also written in first person.

Korean Dramas

When I was younger, I watched many kdramas. I think what really impressed upon me at the time is how small gestures can mean so much to someone, the softness that men could exhibit, and unfortunately for all my readers, how much I loved the tension & anguished pain before the main couple finally got together (or not)...

Some kdramas I'd recommend: My Lovely Sam Soon, Coffee Prince, Crash Landing on You, To My Star 1 & 2.

Fanfiction

Some of you might be amused to know my very first work on AO3 was an explicit M/M oneshot in 2014. I've been reading and writing fanfiction for a long time; in fanfiction, one could transcend the mores of traditional media and remake relationships to feature more equality, male leads that did not have toxic masculinity, etc...

When I watched Peaky Blinders for the first time, I immediately felt that Tommy's relationship with his mother was quite pivotal and yet never explored. I also hated that the Chinese people in the series were relegated to decorative ethnic roles. If they had swapped out Chinese for Japanese, it wouldn't have mattered a bit to the story... and so the idea for Still Waters came surprisingly quickly out of my discontent!

I would informally posit that the past few years of the rocketing popularity of spicy romance novels has largely been due to fanfiction and how it was able to push the boundaries and show publishers what people in our subpopulation actually liked... it was fanfiction where I read my first slow burns coupled with expertly written smut that to this day, are quite a bit better than what I read in a traditionally published book.

Here are some fanfictions I'd recommend:

[Redemption of Love] Fandom: Lord of the Rings, Pairing: Legolas/Thranduil

[Going Live] Fandom: EXO; Pairing: Kai/Reader

[Redamancy] Fandom: James Bond, Pairing: James Bond/Q

[Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love] Fandom: Harry Potter, Pairing: Draco/Hermione

[Beginning and End] Fandom: Harry Potter, Pairing: Draco/Hermione

[my life is better when we're together] Fandom: Kuroko no basuke, Pairing: Midorima/Kise

[In Darkest Knights, The Brightest Sparks] Fandom: Batman, Pairing: Batman/Harley Quinn

#ask box #thanks for the ask!

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spideyanakin · 2 years

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OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU FOR 2K FOLLOWERS THIS IS INSANE!!!!

To celebrate I thought I would make this (sort of?) party :D And make this a blurb night!

Blurb night closing on: July 25th

Send me a prompt

Rules

Send me a prompt with the character you would like

Fluff, Angst or both!

no smut but I can write slightly heated scenes and mentions of nsfw

Characters

Peter Parker (MCU)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Zuko (avatar the last airbender)

Charles Leclerc (Formula 1)

Pierre Gasly (Formula 1)

Battinson!Bruce Wayne (The Batman)

Legolas (Lord of the Rings)

Will Turner (POTC)

Killian Jones/ Captain Hook (OUAT)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Cal Kestis (Star Wars)

Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter)

Paul Atreides (Dune)

Link (Legend of Zelda)

Leo Valdez (Heroes of Olympus)

Prompts

“You can tell me that you hate me, but that doesn’t make it true.”

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“I tired to tell you I couldn’t bake.”

“Here. Take my hand.”

“Are you sober?”

“I want to go home.”

“You snore.”

“You left the country.”

“I thought you were an adult.”

“She’s hiding behind the couch.”

“You said you wanted to leave so go.”

“Walk out that door and it’s over.”

“I specifically told you not to do that.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Don’t buy drugs kids, Become a pop star and get them for free”

“I can explain.”

“You think I’m crazy huh?”

“Don’t you see that I’m trying.”

"Well I've heard that I can be an asshole, but I don't think it'll be a major problem." "I beg to differ."

“This never happened, got it?”

“Now will you listen to me?”

“Why do you own this?”

"Why did you choose me?"

"it's like a real date,"

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"Yeah, yeah of course the 'I love you' was fake"

"It's just a game right?"

"It was your idea!"

"I'm jealous? no, no, no,"

"What's a few threats between friends?" "Exactly."

"I guess when you put it like that..."

"You couldn't be more wrong if you tried."

“Since when do you know anything about piñatas”

"How was I supposed to know that?" "Well, if you'd read the brief I sent you, you would have!" "It was 600 pages!!"

"Put that down, that's disgusting."

“No! This wasn’t how I planned it”

“It’s not always like this.”

“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”

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Tagging Mutuals - @illicitlimerence-writes @seasidepierre @streets-in-paradise @writing-fanics @vigilvntes @ohmyeyesmyeyes @atlabeth @runawaymunson @trustfundparker @tolkein-fantasy @legolaslovely @amaryllisaa @entishramblings @heliads @lovely-leclerc @iliaclwrites @scenesofobx

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hmsannlett · 1 year

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2022 Fanfic Year in Review: Arveldis on AO3

Thanks for the tag @viola-ophelia!

I branched out in fandoms this year, so some of the fics mentioned in this aren’t for Turn.

Total Completed Works: 17

Word Count: 43,952, which is slightly inflated because of the rollover from my Turn WIP, And Every Winter Turn to Spring, that I started in 2021, but is, nonetheless, a lot better than last year’s word count!

Fandoms I’ve Written In: Narnia, HP, Six of Crows, LOTR, The Silmarillion, and Turn

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?: More! I’m really happy with what I wrote this year. Last year, I struggled with burnout for most of the year and didn’t end up writing much of what I had hoped to write because of that. This year, I was determined to not let that happen again and did better at stepping back when I needed to. I switched back and forth from writing fics to making edits when I needed a mental break, so I’m happy with what I accomplished, considering that I split my time between the two.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?: I’d been rotating the idea for with death on his brow like a crown (Silmarillion, G, Finrod & Aegnor) in my mind for months before writing it, and I was thrilled to finally pull the fic together and post it. I wanted to explore Finrod and Aegnor’s relationship with each other, look at Aegnor and Andreth’s relationship from an outside perspective, play with Finrod’s canon foresight, and pose how Aegnor came to his decision to leave Andreth. I’m really happy with how it turned out and how readers responded to it,

Do You Have Any Fanfic Goals For The New Year?: I want to branch out more with the characters I write for. I tend to get stuck in a rut (one that I happily dig myself into) and write for the same characters over and over, and I’d like to give some other characters a chance.

Most Popular Story Of The Year?: By hits, it’s from western woods to eastern sea (Narnia, G, misc. characters and ships), which is a collection of miscellaneous Narnia ficlets I wrote for the 2022 Three Sentence Ficathon on Dreamwidth.

By kudos, it’s here at journey’s end (LOTR, G, Frodo Baggins & Legolas), a oneshot set post-ROTK that examines Frodo’s and Legolas’ similar circumstances in wanting to leave Middle-earth but knowing they must stay for those they care about. Given that Frodo and Legolas famously don’t interact much in either the books or the films, and given that this was only the sixth fic in the Frodo & Legolas tag on AO3, I wasn’t sure there would be much of an audience for it. So I’m very happy it was received well!

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: There was a lot of enthusiasm here on Tumblr for the headcanon I used in for time runs more swiftly than justice (Silmarillion, G, Aegnor/Andreth), but the response to it on AO3 was pretty...lackluster, which was disappointing. I still really love my headcanon, though. :’)

Most Fun Story To Write: I had a lot of fun researching myths, constellations, and historical astronomy discoveries to weave together in bodies of dust illuminated (Turn, G, Anna Strong/Edmund Hewlett). I also—shockingly, given my preference for writing description—really enjoyed writing the dialogue for the fic.

And I have to give a shoutout to the Three Sentence Ficathon (link to my collected fills on AO3), which was far and away the highlight of my year for fic writing. It was my first time participating in it, and I had a blast! I’m not sure how I churned out all the fills that I did, except that it was addicting.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Hmm...I never know how to answer this one. I can’t think of any work in particular that’s telling, although I’m sure you could glean something about me from some of my most-used tags/tropes/concepts—perhaps that almost every fic I write is tagged with “character study” or “introspection.” I’m sure it’s also patently obvious that I’m a giant nerd when it comes to doing research for fics.

Biggest Disappointment: Considering that the goal I wrote for last year’s edition of this was to finish AEWTTS in 2022, and I ultimately ended up posting just two chapters of it and haven’t had any inspiration for it since…that was disappointing.

My biggest disappointment, though, has been feeling like the majority of the fics I’ve posted since fall haven’t landed well with readers. I’ve been feeling more and more like I’m posting fics into the void, unfortunately.

Biggest Surprise: I’m still surprised I started posting Silmarillion fics despite not having read the book in 10 years, but really, with how forgetful I am, it wouldn’t matter whether I read it ten minutes ago or ten years ago. :D Tolkien Gateway, I owe you everything.

Tagging @tortoisesshells and any other writers who follow me! I think all of the writers I know in this fandom have already been tagged, but if I’ve missed you, feel free to jump in.

#but please make a new post if you do this #tag games #long post #my fic

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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A Tale of Legolas Greenleaf - Part 2 : Mince Pies

ʚ Characters : Legolas x Thranduil x Anwen (Thranduil’s new wife / Stepmother to Legolas) x Fem. Reader (indirectly)

ʚ Word Count : 1252 words

ʚ Summary: Legolas goes full speed ahead in his quest to make the perfect mince pie in order to impress his step-mother’s cousin, only to realize he needs help. Lots of it.

ʚ Author’s notes: There will be a master-list of all chapters on the pinned post of my blog, under “A tale of Legolas Greenleaf.”

Part three will be uploaded next Sunday, the 8th of May.

And May the 4th be with you all!

ʚ Translations: Asar –o Galadi (Festival of lights)

Man naneth: Good Mother (formal) Also used as a term for stepmother, sometimes shortened to the more informal and affectionate ma-neth.

Nin réd: My son ( formal) | Ni-réd: My son (informal / when said in affection)

A im will ú- gar- i dan cin: And I will not hold that against you.

Link for translations: https://funtranslations.com/elvish

Two days after their return, Thranduil, when searching for his son, came upon him in the kitchens. “Legolas?” He looked on in confusion. “What on earth is going on here?”

Legolas wiped his nose and looked up. Here he was, covered in flour, with a tray of sorrowful looking pies in front of him. He thanked his stars Gimli and Tauriel had gone hunting with some of the others, for he would not have heard the end of it if they had stayed behind to watch.

“I am baking,” said he. “Adar.”

Thranduil turned his attention to a frustrated looking cook. “Bäri?”

“He just marched in here this morning, my King,” Bäri huffed and started wiping down the table. While the prince may not have minded working in cluttered conditions, he most certainly did. “Was adamant on making pies.”

Thranduil did a double take, because his son never took an interest in baking or cooking. What brought this on? “Whatever for?”

Legolas winced. Now he would have to tell his father the true purpose of his little endeavor, and he would have preferred speaking to his stepmother first.

“They are for lady y/n, Adar,” Legolas heard more footsteps, and a woman’s voice. His stepmother’s, he thought in relief.

Lady Y/n. His queen’s cousin. “And may I ask why you are making them for her, ni-réd ?”

“My goodness,” Queen Anwen walked into the kitchens and took in the scene before her. “What happened in here?”

“My son is making pies,” Thranduil eyed the pastry with suspicion. “For your cousin, lady y/n.”

“Legolas,” Anwen sniffed at the air and tried hard not to grimace at the pungent smells that floated all around her. “What sort of pies did you make?”

“Mince pies,” said Legolas in a rush. “I heard your cousin likes mince pies, and…”

“Those are not mince pies,” said Anwen, even as Bäri threw his hands up in frustration. “Mince pies? Not just pies?”

Legolas looked at the pastries, then at his stepmother. “What do you mean, Ma-neth?”

“You used pork.”

As someone who enjoyed a good dish of pork, Legolas was confused. “And?”

“Mince pies are made with dried fruit soaked in wine or brandy.” she said gently. “Not meat. And why are you making them for my cousin?”

🍂🍂🍂

Legolas wanted to crawl into a corner somewhere and hide. Here he was, a great archer, the only one of his kin to take down a fully grown Mûmakil, yet his knees turned to jelly at the very thought of giving words to his feelings towards lady y/n.

“Legolas?” Curiosity got the better of Anwen and she picked up a pie. “You can tell us, we will not get angry.”

“I like her, alright. I like lady y/n. I think she is very beautiful and witty, and I would like to court her, if she desires it, that is,” said Legolas, in a rush. “And if you approve, that is.”

“And what makes you think I will not?” Anwen asked in amusement.

“She is your cousin, and since you are her guardian and made certain decisions on her behalf, I thought…”

“Y/n is perfectly capable of making her own decisions,” Anwen eyed the pie she was holding, debating if she should still go ahead and eat it. “No one will stand in your way, do not fret.”

That pleased him no end, but Legolas needed his father’s approval as well, for Thranduil was his king, not just his father. “Adar?”

“I will happily give my blessings to you both,” as surprised as he was, Thranduil wanted to see his son happy. “You know that.”

Legolas beamed. “Wonderful. How are the pies?” Even he too started to eye them with suspicion. “I know they are not what they were… supposed to be, but what do you think? Are they good for a first attempt?”

Anwen took a bite, and fought the urge to make several strange faces. “Gamy,” said she. “And… very… interesting.”

Thranduil took one bite and regretted it almost instantly. The pie shell had no taste and the pork was flavoured with the strangest herbs and spices he could think of. “You made this,” That one bite alone was a struggle to swallow. “Yourself?”

Bäri looked apologetically at the king. “The prince insisted. Refused all of my offers to help, if you know what I mean.”

“A im will ú- gar- i dan cin,” whispered Thranduil, much to Bäri’s relief. “For he can be quite determined when he chooses to be.”

“Legolas,” Anwen had somehow forced herself to finish the pie. “Why was there sugar in this?”

Confused, Legolas took a bite himself. “Oh no,” he cried, for not only did he not make mince pies, he had gone and ruined a batch of pork pies as well. “Oh no no no no no.”

Lady y/n was not going to like such an offering, and Legolas finally realized he had his work cut out for him.

“Legolas,” Thranduil, after having washed away the aftertaste with a goblet of strong wine, thought it would best to discuss the matter of lady y/n in a more private setting, with Anwen present. “Help Bäri clean up here, then come to our rooms.”

🍂🍂🍂

Thranduil waited till proper refreshments were sent up to them. “So,” said he. “Lady y/n caught your eye, did she?”

“Aye,” Legolas helped himself to a tart Bäri had prepared after shooing him out of the kitchens. It was quite delicate and fine, a far cry from the atrocity he himself had made that morning.

“When did this happen?” Asked Anwen.

“When Adar called on you eight months ago.” Said Legolas. “It was when your cousin came forward to greet us.”

“Interesting,” Anwen accepted the wine Thranduil served her. “And you wish to court her?”

“Yes. How do I go about doing it?”

“Just talk to her,” said Thranduil. “Listen to what she has to say.”

“And my cousin loves to write, so ask if you could write her,” added Anwen.

“Letters?” said a panicked Legolas. He would have to do more than just bake? “Written words? poems? Not just pies?”

Anwen simply smiled. “It is not that bad.”

“Easy for you to say, ma-neth, when you had my father’s superior skills to impress you.”

“Do not doubt yourself so,” Anwen, full of mirth by now, went to an old chest of hers and picked up some scented parchment that have never been used. “The paper is scented with lavender oil,” said she as she handed the stack to Legolas. “Y/n is wild for it.”

Y/n liked mince pies. she liked lavender oil and writing. He was finally getting somewhere. “Is there anything else I should do?”

“Treat her to something different,” said Thranduil. “Perhaps you can do something during Asar –o Galadi, like take her to a lookout point to watch the fireworks. She might like that a great deal.”

Letters, poems, a night-time outing of some sort. As nerve wracking as it was, it still gave Legolas something to work. Still, all of these plans required something to get them off the ground, so to speak, and for that, he needed help. “I think I can manage them. But, can I ask for a favour, ma-neth?”

Anwen guessed what the favour was going to be. “You want me to help you make the mince pies?”

“Please!” cried Legolas. “For I fear Bäri and the rest will all leave father’s employment if I show up alone in the kitchens again.”

#great archer sucks at baking #will someone think of the cooks?#for the love of silver elven hair #LOTR #the hobbit #thranduil #legolas #legolas x reader #lotr x reader #lotr x you #the hobbit x reader #creative writing #writing #writeblr #fanfiction #legolas imagine #thranduil imagine

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blossom-adventures · 2 years

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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Sorry for the delay, I was at work when I was tagged by @bougainvillea-and-saltwater to do this, thank you, it’s about time I post something on here (and not just hide behind a like button) and this is actually a good opportunity to show some of the fandoms I have interest in so here we go…

1. Ulfric Stormcloak, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Honestly… I could put a whole list of 10 of my favourite characters from Skyrim alone, but I put Ulfric, I’m currently writing an OC backstory which will end up in a relationship with him so I have him on my mind a lot at the moment 😅 (also I’m reading an amazing story about him at the moment by @thequeenofthewinter)

2. Guzma, Pokemon Sun/Moon. I don’t think I would have cared as much for this character if I hadn’t read the comics done by @elbdot also his theme music in game is incredible, I like the concept of his character being incredibly powerful despite being a bug type specialist (a notoriously weak typing)

3. Percy, Critical Role (Campaign 1 & Legend of Vox Machina). I started to watch Critical Role when it was on episode 50 of Campaign 1 and managed to catch up by their first live show, and Percy was always my favourite (with Grog a close second) Campaign 1 will always have a special place in my heart as it’s the one I always go back to when I’m feeling down. Percys natural smugness and amazing one liners just works so well, I love it

4. Loghain, Dragon Age. Ok this might be a surprise, most people go for people like Alistair, Anders etc. But my favourite character is Loghain, why? The Novel wrote by David Gaider, “The Stolen Throne” which focuses on the friendship between Loghain, Maric and Rowan during the Orlesian Occupation of Ferelden (sorry if you have no idea what that meant 😅) it’s an amazing book that I read a least once a year

5. Krasus (Korialstrasz), World of Warcraft. Ok, little confession… I’ve never played WoW, but I’ve read a lot of the books and whenever Krasus turns up in one of the novels I can’t help but smile, I’m a massive fan of the “War of the Ancients” Trilogy by Richard A. Knaak (I’d highly recommend them if you’ve not read them, I’ve read them twice since I got them in 2020)

6. Thorin, The Hobbit. I watched the first film of The Hobbit and instantly had Thorin as my favourite character, in the time between the release of the first and second films I read the book (having never read it before) and I won’t lie, I cried at the end, never cried at a book before then (have since… several times) Richard Armitage did such a good job as Thorin

7. Aragorn, Lord of the Rings. I’m that person who will remind you that Viggo broke his toe in that one scene 😆 I tried reading the books but I didn’t even get as far as Moria, but I adore the films and it’s soundtrack (my favourite used to be Legolas, but as I’ve got older it’s shifted to Aragorn) Viggo was perfect for the role

8. Link, Legend of Zelda. I know this is a little vague so I’ll narrow it down, I’ve played “Twilight Princess” & “Breath of the Wild” and I have started several others, I think it’s just the fact that I really enjoy the games so I’ve naturally got the PC as my favourite character

9. Obi-Wan, Star Wars. “Hello there” Finally a Sci-fi character 🤔😆 I grew up watching the original trilogy so Alec Guinness was always Obi Wan…. Then the prequel trilogy came out and Ewan McGregor was amazing, he played the part so well and he is BY FAR my favourite Star Wars character of all time, adding even more with his original series on Disney+ I quote Obi-Wan a lot too, and me and my brother get carried away and end up reciting most of his dialogue for fun. It’s one of the few Sci-fi things I watch (along with Star Trek) and I always watch them at least once a year

10. Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice. I never thought I’d say that one of my favourite characters would be from a Period Drama, I never used to like them, then my mum read the book and asked if we could watch it one day, that was the end of 2020, we seem to watch it once a month now 😆, Darcy is brilliant in the film (I haven’t seen the TV series) and played by a great actor (Matthew Macfadyen) the moment he walks through the fog, when the music picks up 💕🥰💕 (if you know, you know)

Honourable Mention: Lupin, Harry Potter. I love this character in both book and film and I was torn between him a Mr Darcy to put in my top 10

I don’t know enough people to tag 10 so I will invite people who see this to do one themselves as well as the previously tagged @thequeenofthewinter and @elbdot

#pokémon #the legend of zelda #skyrim #critical role #dragon age #world of warcraft #the hobbit #lord of the rings #star wars #pride and prejudice #harry potter

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miloscat · 2 years

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[Review] The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (GBA)

A refined experience.

As a direct follow-up to Griptonite’s Two Towers GBA game, this Diablo-like handheld game iterates very closely. Please refer to my previous review on said game. To put it succintly, both games are click-em-ups without the clicking, isometric loot lifters only linear.

You play through particular personages’ plot threads; in this case it’s Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli (sharing their story and maps), Gandalf, Éowyn, and Frodo (with occasional input from Sam). Sam is unlockable, but only by connecting the GCN-GBA link cable to the Gamecube RotK game, which also unlocks some bonus items apparently. Sméagol (a kind of joke character who can’t use equipment) is unlockable through normal play, but as with Sam can only be used in bonus maps and multiplayer. Sadly the limit of four save slots still applies, even more absurd now with the addition of a Gimli campaign.

The skill tree system has been revamped in the overall effort to make this game more balanced. Two Towers had systems that were easily busted by min-maxing, while here limits have been introduced on improving skills. There’s no free healing anymore either thanks to an inventory of consumable herbs, so you have to be more careful with your builds and play. Honestly I found this made for a more engaging and thoughtful experience, albeit one in which I relied more on save scumming and rewinding. And I did miss the mindless breeziness of TT a bit.

Other mechanics have been tweaked too: the shrines, for example. There’s more functionality available at them including an easy way to share items between characters, and they’re more frequent including “rest maps” in between areas. This is good as you’ll still often be tracking back to them constantly due to your pockets still being frustratingly small. The excitement of loot has been dialled up slightly with greater variety in the item pool and just more modifiers on individual pieces. Which is good because the loot loop is a core component of this type of game.

As an adaptation RotK GBA excels as before. The story of this third instalment in particular makes for better campaigns, what with having more opportunities for boss battles and a proper ending. As with the console game that this accompanied, there’s also necessarily expansions on film events, such as an assault on Umbar and its wicked corsairs, venturing into the Isengard underlevels (including a boss fight with Saruman), and a more active role for Éowyn.

All this, plus quality of life improvements to the controls and HUD, on top of the high standard of pixel art and a frankly impressive use of the GBA sound chip in replicating Howard Shore’s magnificent score—both factors returning from Griptonite’s previous effort, of course—makes for a quite excellent little game. Also, they fixed one minor detail: unlike TT (and FotR), in this game the hobbits can’t equip shoes! They get an extra amulet slot to make up for it.

#The Lord of the Rings #the return of the king #JRR Tolkien #middle earth #review #Griptonite #GBA

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rainywerewolfmoon · 8 months

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The Fairyland

Ao3 link here The Fairyland - Chapter 29 - Princessmh9 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 29: Journey to Undersea Realms

{As the sunlight streamed into the bedroom that Genevieve was sleeping in, birds were singing in their sweet melody voices. Genevieve stirred as she opened her eyes and yawned as she set up and looked around the room.}

{Geneveive} I thought I must have been dreaming, but I am not.

{There is a knock on the door as Genevieve calls out come in and Apricot with Kendra and Oberon and Titania enter the room. Genevieve quickly gets out of bed and kneels to them.}

{Titania} Please stand my champion. How did you sleep?

{Genevieve} I slept well thankyou your highness.

{Oberon} We are so pleased to hear that. Before the representees of the other Realms leave, they have gifts they want to give to you. Plus, I think you like to catch up with your cousin.

{Genevieve smiles softly at this} Thankyou. It is lovely to catch up with Alice. I haven't seen her for a while. And the other Realms don't need to give me any gifts. I am very happy to do this for you all. I know Merlin would be very proud of me.

{Oberon} He sure would be. I know my Queen and I are.

{Genevieve} Thankyou your highness.

{Titania} Apricot will help you get dressed for breakfast.

{Apricot} Come on Genevieve, let's get your ready. {She leads her over to the dressing stool and helps Genevieve gets ready as Oberon and Titania leave her to get dress as Kendra stands guard.}

{After Apricot gets Genevieve dressed, Kendra leads her to the dining hall were everyone was seated from last night as Genevieve sits next to Titania. Genevieve smiles as she and Alice catch up with each other. After breakfast, Oberon stands up and everyone goes quiet and look to Oberon as he starts to speak to them}

{Oberon} Genevieve today you start on your journey to the undersea kingdoms of the merfolk. And with this journey you on the way to helping us and fulfilling your destiny to end the Unseelie Court and The Wild Hunt. But before you start me, and my Queen and the other Realms have gifts that will help you on your journey. Realms

{He says as he looks at them as the representees stand up and hold different items. First came Gandalf the Gray and Elrond the elf with his son Legolas, with the Hobbits and Aragorn and Arwen then the Dwarf Gimli came stepping up. Gimli held a helmet as the others held bits of amour as Gandalf speaks to her.}

{Gandalf} Genevieve we of the Middle Earth thankyou from the bottom of our heart and to show our thanks we give you this armor. It's made from Dwarf steel and will protect you from the evil that is of the Wild Hunt and Unseelie Court. Wear it with honor and proudness and it will do you the strength you need to win.}

{Genevieve} Thank you very much I appreciate it and I will wear it with honor. I promise you that.

{They smile at this as Arwen hands her hand out to Genevieve as she takes it.

{Arwen} If you ever need the help of us Elves from the Middle Earth use your necklace to call us. We will come I promise.

{Genevieve nods thankyou as she smiles as Arwen smiles sweetly as she takes Aragorn hand loving.}

{Next came the goblin king Jareth and his queen Sara.}

{Jareth} Genevieve, from me and my Queen Sara our gift from the Realm of Labyrinth we give you these Crystel Balls use them when you need the help that you can't find.

{Sara hands a case of nine Crystel Balls over to her as she takes them and gasp at the beauty of them.}

{Genevieve} Wow they are so beautiful. Thankyou.

{They smile as they step back and Dorthey and Toto and the Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Lion step in front of her.}

{Dorthey} The Realm of OZ can't thankyou enough for your noble help. The evils of OZ are gathering in force and me and my friends can't hold them back for ever. Our gift to you is the gift of hope. Don't you give up hope no matter how hopeless the problem is. When you have hope, anything is possible. {She then kisses her forehead. When she steps back a mark from the kiss is on her forehead.} This is the mark of hope. Let it fill you with hope that will never end.}

{After they step back Aslan with the 4 siblings Peter, Edward, Susan and Lucy. Susan holds out a horn made from bone.}

{Aslan} Genevieve brave noble kind and loyal, let your heart guide you down the right path and from that path you will never stray. The Realm of Narina gives you this horn. Use it when you in an emergency and need help.}

{Sausan hands her the horn as Genevieve looks at it in amazement.}

{Peter} We stand by you all the way to the end, me and my siblings. {The others nod at this}

{Next came Peter and Wendy as she holds out a small glass jar of Pixie Dust.}

{Peter} We of Never Neverland thank you for helping us. As a gift we give this Pixie Dust. But for it to work you also need faith and trust. Use it wisely Genevieve}

{Geneveive takes the jar as she thanks them kindly as Alice and her friend's come forward.}

{Alice} Cousin I understand how you feel. How you worried that you let us all down but if I know you which I should, I know you will do wonderful things as well as succeed in saving us. As a gift from Wonderland, we want to give you the gift of you finding your muchness. You will need it to defeat the Unseelie Court and Wild Hunt. I can't be more prouder of you cousin. {She smiles as she hugs Genevieve who hugs back.}

{Geneveive} Thankyou cousin.

{Alice smiles at this as she lets King Oberon and Queen Titania step forward}

{Titania} Genevieve these are the gifts of the Realms, and they will help you on your way. Use them well. Our gift to you is that you have Fairyland and Avalon trust and loyalty. We will follow you to our very last breaths we will. You have our trust and that is the most valuable gift of the fairy you could ever have.}

{Genevie smiles as Kendra stands next to her.}

{Kendra} Let's get these in the saddle bags as Shadow is waiting for you and if you are going to arrive there you better leave shortly.

{Genevieve nods at this as she goes to grab some food to put in her bag when Ash walks up to her.}

{Ash} You be careful right? Promise me that please Genevieve. I can't bare it if you are hurt.

{Genevieve smiles playfully at him} Why Ash are you worried about me?

{Ash nervously} Worried? No not worried. Defiantly not worried. More like concerned. Thats, it concerned.

{Genevieve chuckling} Of course you are Ash. Don't worry I promise to be careful. Besides you're not bad compared to the other Suiters that my family tries to get me to marry. {She says as she quickly kisses him on the cheeks to his surprise. When he looks at her, she smiles softly as she turns back to packing her bag. The others smile at this as Lindir leans over to Oberon and whispers in his ears.

{Lindir} Looks like my son and Genevieve have a eye for each other. If we are luckily enough they and wed, we will have a foot in both worlds if that happens.

{Oberon} Yes so it does.

{Titania} But if she does wed how will keep her life in the real world and in this world at the same time?

{Albina} We just have to watch and wait to see but you are right they definitely have feelings blossoming around them.

{After Genevieve packs some food and Kandra arranges for her gifts to packed into the saddle bags, she and the others lead Genevieve to the front of the castle were Shadow was waiting for her. Shadow neighs in delight as he sees her and Genvieve hands him more of the peppermint flowers as he carefully nibbles them from her hand.}

{Kendra} Your amour will be here for you when you get back. Now this map will lead you to the ocean coasts. Stay on the marked path I have worked out for you. {She hands Genevieve the map as she takes it and climbs up on Shadow.}

{Kendra} And Genevieve, whatever you do don't EVER go to the west side of the forests. Wait for us. If the Unseelie and Wild Hunt see that you are on your own, they will kill you without a thought. Be safe Genevieve and come back to us. Now go with the grace and speed of the Oberon and Titania.

{Genevieve nods at this as she gently nudges Shadows side as he rearing up neighing loudly and gallops off down the path as Genevieve turns her head to see everyone including her cousin watching with hopeful eyes.}

{Alice} Be safe cousin

{Genevieve smiled and waved at her cousin Alice as she rode off on Shadow towards the ocean coasts. She felt a mixture of excitement and determination as she embarked on her journey to the undersea kingdoms of the merfolk. The gifts she had received from the representatives of the various realms filled her with gratitude and confidence.

As she rode along the marked path on the map provided by Kendra, Genevieve couldn't help but think about the responsibilities that lay ahead. She knew that the Unseelie Court and The Wild Hunt posed a great threat, not only to her world but to all the realms. It was her destiny to confront and end their reign of darkness.

The armor made of Dwarf steel, given by Gandalf and Elrond, served as a symbol of protection and strength. Genevieve wore it with honor, knowing that it would aid her in her battle against the evil forces. She also carried the Crystel Balls from Jareth and Sara, which she admired for their beauty and understood their significance in times of need.

The mark of hope left by Dorothy from the Realm of Oz reminded Genevieve to never give up hope, no matter how dire the situation may seem. She cherished the gift and felt a renewed sense of determination within her. The horn from Aslan and the siblings from Narnia would serve as her beacon of guidance in times of emergency, while the Pixie Dust from Peter and Wendy would work alongside her faith and trust.

The gift of finding her muchness from Alice and the loyalty and trust of Fairyland and Avalon bestowed upon her by Oberon and Titania further fueled Genevieve's spirit. She was grateful for the support and encouragement she received from everyone, and she couldn't help but feel a growing connection with Adonis, whose concern for her safety touched her heart.

As Genevieve rode on, she couldn't help but think about the future and the possibility of wedded bliss with Adonis. She knew there were challenges ahead, balancing her life in the real world and her role in these magical realms, but for now, she focused on the task at hand.

With Shadow's graceful and swift movements, they covered the distance towards the ocean coasts. Genevieve was determined to make a difference, to fulfill her destiny, and to bring an end to the Unseelie Court and The Wild Hunt. She knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but with the support and gifts bestowed upon her, she had the strength and resources to face the challenges that awaited her.

As she rode onward, the wind carrying her towards the unknown, Genevieve couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. She was ready to embrace her destiny and bring light to the realms once more.}

#the fairyland

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griseldabanks · 9 months

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Let Me Count the Ways ask game

I've been wanting to do something like this for a long time, and finally decided I might as well just go ahead and do it. Send in a prompt and a duo, and I'll write a short fic for you! Feel free to reblog or alter for your own purposes.

"I missed you."

"You're my idiot."

"You're not a burden."

"I trust you with my life."

"I love you. Yeah, for real."

"I'll never give up on you."

"I can't imagine how I lived without you. I mean, I can remember it, but I can't imagine how I considered that living."

"I've got you."

"Don't EVER scare me like that again!"

"I thought I lost you…"

"How could you do this to me?"

"I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm on your side."

"Of course we're best friends. No one else would put up with your shenanigans."

"Do you trust me?"

"What? I meant it as a compliment."

"I can't do this anymore."

"Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?"

"Dude. It's three in the morning."

"Where are your clothes?"

"I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"I should have told you this a long time ago."

"Why are you helping me?"

"I feel like we've met before…."

"No, I don't care what 'they' think."

"Can't believe this drive is going to take 10 hours…. You wanna play I Spy or License Plate Poker?"

"I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's YOUR side."

"Leave you? You know how hard it was for me to TRAIN YOU to deal with me?"

"Why does my blanket smell like you?"

"It's not my fault."

"Trust me."

"I wish…"

"Forgive me."

"Thank you."

"I'll keep you safe."

"Why did you do it?"

"Where are we going?"

"Now what?"

"Stay with me for a while."

"Did you really do that?"

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"I have no idea what just happened."

"What are friends for?"

"Please don't be mad."

"You're not wrong."

"I never told you, but…"

"Stop! Can we think this through?"

"Whatever happens, don't forget."

"We should eat something."

"I haven't slept in days."

"I know that face."

Note: I'm only going to write for platonic relationships. There's plenty of great romances out there, but I want to focus on friendships and familial relationships. Even if you send in one of my OTPs, I'm going to write them platonically. Also, I'm perfectly happy to write about my usual blorbos, but I think it would be a fun challenge to try to write characters I wouldn't normally go for. Check out my main blog @novelmonger for my main fandoms, or go ahead and send in some characters to see if I know them. I'd love to fill all of these prompts, so feel free to send me LOTS :D

Non-exhaustive list of duos I'd like to write:

Ed and Al (FMA)

Ed and Mustang (FMA)

Steve and Bucky (MCU)

Steve and Sam (MCU)

Sam and Bucky (MCU)

Frodo and Sam (LotR)

Legolas and Gimli (LotR)

Sam and Dean (Supernatural)

John and Sherlock (BBC Sherlock)

Rakka and Reki (Haibane Renmei)

Link and Navi (Zelda)

Fai and Kurogane (Tsubasa Chronicle)

Shion and Nezumi (No.6)

Hyakkimaru and Dororo (Dororo)

Nate and Sully (Uncharted)

Nate and Sam (Uncharted)

Joel and Ellie (The Last of Us)

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

Beat and Rhyme (The World Ends with You)

Kara and Alice (Detroit: Become Human)

Hank and Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

L and Watari (Death Note)

Din and Grogu (The Mandalorian)

#let me count the ways #ask games #in defense of platonic love #i'm planning to use this as motivation/reward/hopefully-staving-off-burnout as i head into the challenging climax of my main wip #depending on how carried away i get with these i might have to put an informal word limit on them or something

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a-funny-little-sunflower · 3 years

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Yandere Legolas x reader Smut

There is a ball scene in this fic and this is what I imagined the dress would look like, cause I adore cottagcore. If you don't like it, I respect that and just ignore this picture :)

You would never have thought that this would ever happen to you. You’d heard the stories. The tales of elven obsession towards their darlings but you had never expected to become one of them….

Time makes fools of us all, I suppose.

You don’t know how you never saw it coming, after all, looking back on it, it was quite obvious.

The fawning over you, the obsessive glances, the jealousy.

God, you really should have seen this coming. You shouldn’t have fallen for his trap, but in all honesty, it just seemed so innocent.

Legolas had invited you to the Mirkwood palace, a high honour considering their secrecy and what kind of person would you have been to refuse such a generous offer?

You had gotten to the border, and Legolas was eagerly awaiting your arrival. His eyes were gleaming with an emotion you couldn’t place, and he greeted you warmly. “Y/N! I’m so glad you came!”

He ran forward and gathered you in his arms, utterly enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, and you couldn’t help but hug back. When he finally pulled back, and gently cupped your face and stared into your eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. He looked enrapture with you.

You looked at him questioningly for a moment before you finally broke the silence “Legolas? Are you alright?” Your voice seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in, and he smiles brightly before answering “Oh I’m alright! It’s just that my memory does not do your beauty justice”.

You were by surprise at the sudden compliment, but you couldn’t help but believe his words. You didn’t get a chance to answer because he was already guiding you to sit on his horse, and when you had been comfortably settled, Legolas joined you in the saddle.

You rode through thick forests filled with lush greenery, imposing trees, and beautiful trees. And the speed at which you were going must have been causing you to see things because you swore you saw a figure sat upon a snow-white elk, but you cast the notion away, deciding that it must have just been a trick of the light.

Time seemed to cease in this forest because you no idea how long you had been riding for, but it felt like it was somewhere between a second and eternity. Regardless of how long it had taken, you were finally at the palace gates.

You dismounted, and you had only taken a few strides forward before the gates opened ceremoniously and you were greeted by a company of guards. They bowed in unison before the captain announced your presence. “Prince Legolas and Lady Y/N, welcome to Mirkwood. The guests await your entrance”.

“Thank you Elros, we will be there soon.” You looked questioningly at Legolas as you were led into the palace, not understanding what he was talking about. He must have felt your curious gaze on his face because he turned to you and spoke “My father arranged a ball in the honour of your arrival.”

That took you completely by surprise! You would have never expected such a fuss over your presence. “But I’m not dressed for a ball!” You said in a shocked voice, but Legolas only gave you a patient look as you broke away from the group of guards.

Legolas smiled at your panicked tone and said in a reassuring tone “Your gown has already been arranged starlight.” You went a little pink at the nickname and allowed yourself to be led to the guest chambers that had been arranged for you.

“This will be your chambers for the duration of your stay, I hope it suits you well,” Legolas said before opening the door for you.

“Thank you, Legolas, it's more than I could have asked for!” You said with a bright smile. He grinned at your reaction, “You like it?” he asked. You nodded joyfully, staring around the room in wonder. “It’s wonderful Legolas, thank you.”

“I’ll leave you to get changed into your gown, my lo-…My lady,” Legolas replied, before closing the door, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

You turned to where your ballgown was hanging, and you couldn’t help but to stop and admire it. It was truly divine. The tailoring was magnificent, it was designed to show off your shoulders and the soft colour would most certainly bring out your eyes.

You quickly stepped into the gown, and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring how you looked. Utterly gorgeous.

You strode towards the door when you heard a firm knock echo against the hardwood and when the door swung open, you were met with handsome looking Legolas. The way he looked took your breath away and your appearance seemed to do the same. Legolas finally broke the silence, “Are you ready for the ball starlight?” You nodded eagerly, linking arms with him, and walking towards the ballroom.

The Mirkwood halls were truly as grand as the stories said. The decorations were extravagant and every elf in the room was dressed beautifully, and it was all being overseen by the Elven king, sitting high in his throne.

The night went by in a blur. You stayed by Legolas’ side the whole night, and you had the most fun you’d had in years. You had danced and drunk and laughed, it was bliss. You hadn’t thought much of it when Legolas asked you to meet him in a quiet corridor, thinking he just wanted somewhere quiet to talk to you for a while.

You finished up the conversation you were having with a young elleth and went out into the hallway in search of Legolas. You found him standing at the end of the hallway, waiting for you. He didn’t notice you walking towards him at first, seemingly entranced in his thoughts.

When he finally did notice you, his smile was enough to make flowers grow. “My darling Lady, you came!” He sounded so happy that you had decided to join him, almost like he was expecting you not to. “Of course, I came, why wouldn’t I? Besides, it sounded like you wanted to talk about something important.

He nodded, his face suddenly hardening over with a looked of determination as if he were preparing for something. “Yes, it’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time. Y/N, you must have noticed my affections for you by now, and I’ve been wanting to ask you…Will you marry me and become my queen?”

After he had finished his proposal, he handed a beautiful ring to you and looked at you with a hopeful gaze.

You stood frozen to the ground. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Legolas was asking you to marry him, and by every force, in Middle Earth, you wanted to say yes. But you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of being a queen, so with a heavy heart… You refused.

Legolas face fell into a heartbroken expression and his eyes glazed over with tears. “I’m sorry Legolas, as much as I do love you, I wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility of ruling. So, I can’t marry you…I’m so sorry” You felt your voice crack on that last word and your eyes filled up with tears. You couldn’t look at his broken expression any longer, so you turned on your heel and started walking back to your guest chambers, leaving Legolas standing alone in the palace corridor.

Even after you had left, Legolas stayed in the corridor, still as a statue, with stray tears running down his face. He had been so sure that you would marry him, but you had refused him.

Legolas had been so caught up in all his thoughts that he hadn’t heard his father’s footsteps approaching him. “My son, what will you do to convince her to rule alongside you?” Legolas shook his head in defeat, "There’s nothing I can do ada, she doesn’t love me.”

Thranduil tilted his head at his son, "Oh, but she told you herself that she returns your feelings, but the burden of queenship frightens her.…She just needs a little encouragement to truly persuade her.”

Legolas looked up at his father, hope building in his heart. “What do I tell her ada?” Thranduil gave his son a knowing smile before placing a hand on his shoulder. “it is not your words that persuade her my son, but your actions.” Legolas gave his father a confused look before listening eagerly to what his father had to tell him.

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You awoke feeling groggy and exhausted. When you had returned to your chambers after rejecting Legolas’ proposal, you had willed yourself to fall into the land of dreams to escape the feelings of heartbreak you had. But now you had returned to reality and you were slowly coming back to yourself, albeit slowly.

You opened your eyes to see Legolas staring at you from the bottom of your bed. You froze in shock, thinking you might still be dreaming, or maybe even hallucinating but sure enough, the longer you looked, the more it settled in your head that you were not dreaming.

You try to sit up in bed, but it’s like you’re frozen. You were only brought out of your trance by the feeling of Legolas’ hands on your rubbing up and down your legs in a comforting motion. You stare at Legolas in shock, and his only reply was to give you one of his cute smiles.

“L-Legolas…What are doing…?” You asked quietly, afraid of what the answer might be. Legolas only tilted his head at you and gave you a soft understanding smile.

“Darling, I know that this must seem all of a sudden but I can’t allow you to slip through my fingers. No one else makes me feel the way you do. I can’t lose that. You said you felt the same, didn’t you? You said that you loved me back?” You nodded, curious as to where he was going with this.

“Well darling, I will show you that staying with me despite your anxiety and fears of ruling will be filled with pleasure and love. Will you allow me to show you how much I love you?

After what seemed to be an eternity, you finally found your voice, “Y-Yes, I trust you.” Legolas smiled at your words before speaking “Lie back and lift your hips for me, my love.” You did as he asked, and he gave you a loving look before lowering his head between your legs and started to kiss up your thighs.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of his soft kisses against you. He slowly made his way up your thighs until he reached your centre. He pressed his thumb against your sensitive clit and because you weren’t expecting it, you let out a soft whimper of his name.

“Oh darling, you have no idea the power you hold over me, you could rip my heart from my chest, and I’d still adore you.” Before you could reply, he started an onslaught of licks against your aching pussy causing you to cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure.

“Ahhhhh~ g-god yes! P-please don’t s-stop! It feels so good!” You heard Legolas laugh at your desperation “Shhh, darling, don’t want anyone to know how good I’m making you feel when we aren’t even married yet, now do we?”

You were already a panting, whimpering mess and he’d barely touched you, you don’t know how you were going to get through the rest of the night.

“No stay still and let me please you.” He lowered his head between your legs again but this time he was nowhere near as merciful to you as he’d been before. He was holding nothing back and you just couldn’t keep quiet. You weren’t even bothering to keep your loud cries of pleasure muffled because you knew it would be a wasted effort.

“Legolas – Legolas – ah right there! You cried, thrusting your hips up in a desperate attempt for more of the blissful pleasure he was giving you. Legolas listened to your desperate pleas and began to thrust his tongue into you, and within seconds of him doing that, you were ready to cum. “Ah! Ahh! Gonn- c-cum! Please! Please! Please, can I-”

Legolas cut you off before you could finish “Let go for me darling, I want to see how gorgeous you are when you let go.” His commanding tone was too much for you, and you finally let yourself tumble off the cliff in a peak of pleasure.

When you finally came down from your high, you saw Legolas staring at you with utter adoration in his eyes, and the overwhelming look of love in his expression was too much for you to handle, causing you to look away.

“Look at me darling, I want to see those beautiful eyes.” You turned your head back to look at him as he brought himself up to lay beside you, all the while his adoring gaze never left you. “Have I convinced you to stay my love?” Legolas asked, his voice full of hope.

“And if your people don’t accept me as their Queen, what then?” You asked in a worried tone, but Legolas only cupped your cheek lovingly, “Our love comes first. Everything else is secondary. I’ve waited so long to build up the courage to ask for your love, and now that I have it, I’m never losing it. All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

Your heart was filled with such love at his confession that you felt as though it might burst. And how could you refuse him? After everything he had done for you, how could you not agree?”

“Alright Legolas, I will be your Queen, and love you to the end of days.” His eyes gleamed with happiness and he put the ring he had placed in your palm earlier, onto your finger, before he pressed his forehead to yours in a loving gesture.

Cementing your love for each other till the end of time.

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I saw your post about doing requests for Pride & was wondering if you could please do a Natasha Romanoff x Reader fic. Reader who's a part of The Avengers & is out gets invited to be a part of NYC's Pride Parade. Reader & Natasha end up coming out as a couple at the parade. Thanks & happy pride.

Not a Phase | n.r fic

Summary: Y/N and Natasha reveal to the Avengers (and the public) that they’re girlfriends at NYC’s Pride event.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting and happy pride to you and everyone, too! You’re all valid ❤️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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Even with Natasha’s excellent spy skills, it was proving difficult to keep hers and Y/N’s relationship a secret from the rest of their team. It wasn’t like they couldn’t tell them - they wanted to, but they hadn't yet for a couple of reasons. The first one being that they wanted to wait until their relationship was more serious and didn’t want the entire team knowing yet - it felt more special that way. However, their relationship was now more serious, and the second reason that they hadn’t told the Avengers yet was that they didn’t know how to tell them.

Natasha had opted for a more simpler reveal, wanting to just tell them casually, but she had to respect that Y/N had wanted to go all out for this. Especially since June was arriving soon and Y/N wanted to plan something special for Pride.

They were struggling with what that “something special” would be, though.

Y/N thought of throwing a party, then scratched that out and said dinner - but decided that was too simple - and next thought of telling everyone individually and telling them they couldn’t tell each other to see who’d let it slip first. Natasha had voted for that one and even proposed that they place bets on who’d break first. They were pretty much set on this, until something came up.

Everyone was hanging out in the living room: watching T.V, eating snacks, talking, etc. The only person that was missing was Tony, who promptly ran in seconds later with his iPad made by Stark Industries.

“Guys - guys, there’s a Pride event happening tomorrow!” He exclaimed with the biggest grin.

Sam paused from his epic ping pong battle with Bucky. “We know, Stark,” he said, cursing as he lost a round.

Tony scoffed. “Look,” he said, exasperated, and pointed to the tablet’s screen. The rest leaned forward and looked and, with squinted eyes, read an email to Tony and Steve about the Pride event’s organizers wanting the Avengers to come. “They want us to do something.”

Y/N immediately sat straight up with a dramatic gasp, her lips quickly looping into a smile. She locked eyes with Natasha, who raised an eyebrow at her. “Leave it to me. I have the perfect idea. Nat, will you help?” she said.

Natasha concealed her smirk, leaning back against the couch. She caught on, and could practically see the wheels turning in her girlfriend’s head. “Of course,” she replied.

It was set. Y/N and Natasha would take care of what the Avengers would do - but when Natasha asked Y/N about it, she admitted that she didn’t have an idea yet. All she knew was that that was how she wanted to reveal to her teammates that she and Natasha were dating, and the redheaded spy agreed.

When it came time for the parade, Y/N was biting her lip and not really talking much, just trying to take in her surroundings, as she still didn’t have an idea. Once her eyes soaked in the rainbow colored everything — the streets of NYC closed off, flags, signs, dancing, singing — it made everything 10x better. She felt at ease. At home.

The Avengers soon immersed themselves in the crowd. Talking with fans, signing autographs, posing for pictures. The entire team was decked out in rainbow and Pride gear. Face paint, dresses, shirts, all of it. Y/N even had her and Natasha’s flags tucked into her pocket.

The idea that she and Natasha needed to do something floated out of her mind, until she saw a band getting onto a built-in stage, beginning to play a song. Y/N grinned when she recognized it — “Not a Phase”.

As the song began, Y/N locked eyes with Natasha again as she finished signing a fan’s paper. They both grinned. Almost immediately, everyone began falling into a dance like second nature, and only Y/N could see that Natasha was mouthing the lyrics to her.

Y/N finally got an idea and walked over to Natasha, singing quietly, “At first I wasn’t sure of it, then I was just okay with it-” she continued singing as she grabbed Natasha’s hand and slowly led her onto the stage. “-I cannot get enough of it, now I love it.”

As the best dropped and the lead singer began with the “It’s not a phase,” line, Y/N cupped Natasha’s cheek and kissed her. Natasha immediately kissed her back and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist, one hand in her hair. She continued the kiss by dipping Y/N.

The crowd erupted in cheers - but even more so when they realized that the people kissing were two Avengers. The rest of the Avengers had turned their attention to the band when the music began, and their eyes were wide and jaw open to see two of their friends kissing.

After Y/N was dipped, she curled one leg around Natasha’s waist and Natasha hoisted her up, carrying her off the stage. On the sidewalk, Natasha put her down, where the Avengers shuffled towards to meet them.

“Was that your plan?” Steve asked with a smile, but still stunned.

Y/N nodded.

Wanda immediately squealed and hugged both of them, and the rest expressed their congratulations and support.

Y/N dug her and Natasha’s flags out of her pocket and showed them off before Natasha kissed her again, making everyone cheer once more.

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PROMISES // T.R.

Pairing: Thomas Raggi x Best friend Fem! Reader

Summary: Thomas lulls your daughter to sleep after he wakes up to the sound of her crying

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex and asshole ex-boyfriends

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Taglist: @gretavanfleetlove @superchrystaldrug @victoriadeangeliswifey @ethaneskin @dont-let-me-drown-in-you @bidet-and-legolas

A/N: To make up for all the angst I give you this fluffy piece :) If you’ve seen this before, it’s probably because this has been written and posted on my other blog @pparkersbitch as a Tom Holland fanfiction (which has now been deleted). It’s the same person and I’m not stealing anyone’s work :)

Thomas and the band had been working on their most recent album closer to home. Somehow, Thomas had persuaded his friends into renting another home studio that time around. While he loved and enjoyed traveling around the world while on tour and recording new music, he didn't have the heart to leave his best friend alone after only a few months of giving birth.

He had agreed on helping you raise the baby the moment you two realized how much of an asshole your ex-boyfriend was. You had shown up at his home one afternoon to tell him about your pregnancy and a huge part of you thought he'd be thrilled, you really did. All you got from him was a disgusted look and the accusation that you had probably cheated on him with Thomas and that's how you had gotten pregnant because he was sure you had always used protection when having sex. Which clearly wasn't true.

After you told him everything, he was fuming. That day Thomas promised you and your baby to help with anything you needed because even though he wasn't the baby's father, you were still family and Thomas would do anything for his family.

You had been roommates of his and Ethan’s for years before you got pregnant and part of you had been afraid they would throw you out so they wouldn’t have to deal with a screaming and crying baby. Every fear of that was thrown out the window the moment they met your daughter for the first time though. She had them both wrapped around her tiny fingers within a few hours of being in the world.

He’d even insisted on you moving into the home studio with the band. You’d turned his offer down at first, not wanting to bother your four friends, but they didn’t listen and they took the chance to move her cradle and some of the furniture into their rented home while you were out with your daughter.

As much as Thomas loved his sleep and would probably kill whoever thought of waking him up, he didn’t complain when your daughter’s cries echoed through the house that very night. He sat up on the bed and stared at the time on his phone. It was only 1 AM, which meant you had just fallen asleep about an hour back because you had been working on a report your boss had asked for.

He cursed under his breath. You had barely been sleeping lately. It hadn’t seemed to process into your boss’s mind that now you had a baby to take care of because he was bombarding you with a week’s worth of work in one day. While you did get the chance to work from home until further notice, Thomas was still mad that your boss had no shame in overworking you.

Thomas didn’t hesitate to get out of bed and go to the nursery. He was hoping he’d be able to put her back to sleep or hush her cries before you heard her. You were a heavy sleeper, which was why he was hoping you wouldn’t wake up right away.

A smile made its way to his face as he saw the little girl lying in her cradle. You had put her to bed with a warm pair of socks and more blankets than she probably needed. One sock wasn’t on her foot anymore and one of the blankets had been pushed aside.

Thomas lifted the small baby. Even though he knew babies cried and that’s what they did most of the time, it still hurt him to hear her cry. He wanted nothing more than to remove any type of pain from her life so he’d never see her cry. He cradled her in his arms as he let his weight shift from one foot to the other, “Shh princess, it’s fine, I’m here.”

He walked around the room as he softly swayed her from side to side because her cries wouldn’t stop. Thomas had already checked and she didn’t need her nappy changed and he spent around six minutes walking around the room until the idea occurred to him that she might be hungry.

Thomas ran out of the room, careful when walking down the stairs so he wouldn’t fall or drop her. He was silently begging that you had left her a bottle on the fridge or something because he had no idea how to prepare formula and he wasn’t about to wake you up to ask.

The young man cheered internally when he saw the bottle the moment he opened the fridge. He had seen you heat up her bottles enough times to know he wasn’t meant to put it in the microwave. Thomas heated up water on the kettle and poured it into a bowl. He left the bottle soaking in the hot water for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure if that was what he was meant to do, but it seemed to work nonetheless.

Once he made sure the temperature was alright, he sneaked back into the baby’s room and sat on the rocking chair in the corner of the room. She was still crying at the top of her little lungs, so he hoped that it’d be enough to get her back to sleep.

He rocked them both back and forth as she slowly drank the milk in the bottle. Her crying had stopped completely, which he was extremely thankful for. Thomas looked down at her in adoration. Even if she was only a few months old, he had already noticed small ways in which she was just like her mommy and it warmed his heart. He still resented her father so much it made his blood boil whenever someone mentioned his name. Both the little girl and her mom were like two angels sent from heaven to brighten up his existence.

He leaned in to kiss her forehead and whispered, “I promise I’ll always take care of you and your mommy, I love you,” He knew she probably didn’t understand a word he was saying, but he had made his promise and he planned to keep it.

Once she had finished her bottle, it only took Thomas a few minutes of cradling her and singing lullabies for her to fall asleep. He set her back down and draped the blanket over her small body. Thomas decided he’d stay in the room for a few more minutes in case she woke up again, so he sat down on a couch that was right next to her cot with his guitar on his lap as he played the strings softly.

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When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was get up and check on your daughter. You had slept peacefully for the first time in months without a single interruption, which you found oddly suspicious.

A smile brighter than the sun appeared on your face at the sight in front of you. Thomas had fallen asleep right next to Valerie’s crib, with his guitar halfway on his lap and halfway on the floor. You also saw the empty milk bottle by the dresser and silently thanked whoever was listening for bringing someone as amazing as Thomas into your life.

#thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi x y/n #thomas raggi x you #thomas raggi fanfiction #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction

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