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Poison to My Lips

A/N: Posting again!

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

warnings: Mention of Blood

w/c: 2341

Prompt: You are a half-elven servant who has fallen in love with the king and entered a secret relationship. How will you both deal when others torment you for your heritage

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Thranduil waited for you in the gardens where you both were to meet in secret. Sitting on a stone bench, he gazed at the roses that bloomed around his feet, the flowers glinted under the moonlight, making them look like the stars. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If they could be different.

The garden doors opened and Thranduil stood as your familiar face stepped out of it. “I have been expecting you here, my love.”

The smile on his lips faltered, however, when he saw the tears streaming down your face, “What happened? What has upset you so much? Tell me what it is I can do to make it better?”

You looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, tears running down your cheeks like rivers, “It's nothing, my darling. Some of the fellow maids poured water upon me. It was in jest."

He frowned slightly, concern lacing his words, “Why did they do such a thing? Surely there must have been an explanation.”

You let out a sigh, “I take it they still do not like a half-elven's presence…”

Thranduil shook his head. How could people be so cruel? Why would they want to hurt you? His chest tightened knowing your levels of distress.

“This behavior will not be allowed. Please tell me who has done this."

You smiled softly up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “If you insist then I shall tell you, but please do not be too cruel. They are simply ignorant."

His eyebrows furrowed even more as he held you close. It wasn't fair that anyone would treat you so cruelly. He would do whatever it took to make sure none of them hurt you again. He pulled away and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly.

"Tell me.”

“Liriel and Ariya."

His eyes widened before narrowing into slits, "I will discuss it with them later. For now, I wish to enjoy my evening with the one dearest to me."

A smile appeared on your face as your hand found its way to rest against his cheek. “As you wish my King." You bent forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

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You were walking through the corridors of the palace holding laundry in your arms that needed a good washing. The halls were dark, only the occasional lantern lit the path in front of you, casting shadows of yourself moving quickly down the halls as you moved from room to room. As usual, the halls were empty except for a few servants scurrying back and forth as they prepared for the night shift. The sound of voices booming ahead of you alerted you, causing your curiosity to spike.

The voices were coming from the throne room but Thranduil often wrapped up his duties by this time. You paused outside of the door and waited patiently, listening carefully to find out what they were discussing. After a while, you heard the voice boom again. "What makes you think this is alright to do in my kingdom?"

The king demanded.

"But sire-"

"No! This behavior cannot go unchecked." The king snapped, his deep baritone echoing through the hallways, sending chills down your spine. "This goes no further, nor does it ever again. Is that understood?"

"But my king, she..."

"Silence!"

You froze, clutching the basket tightly in your hands. Your heart hammered wildly, pounding harder as each moment passed without hearing another word.

"Do not speak about this subject anymore or so help me I will banish you from my sight," Thranduil said coldly. "Understand?"

"Yes sire," a female voice mumbled weakly.

Footsteps walked your way towards the door and soon after the heavy door slammed open.

Your breath hitched in your throat. There was so much anger contained within those words, the sheer amount of rage and disappointment behind them. You hid behind the large door seeing who would approach.

Liriel and Ariya. You could feel your heart begin to race, feeling the anxiety and fear bubble inside of you like lava, slowly growing hotter until it exploded inside.

"I can't believe the king would defend that half-breed." Liriel spat, her voice sounding angry, almost disgusted. "She has no place amongst us. She should never be allowed here at all."

You closed your eyes, unable to watch, the heat growing unbearable.

Your breathing grew heavier as tears welled up in your eyes. You wanted to run away but you didn't want to alert them of your presence.

Ariya scoffed, "I agree but I don't think there is much we can do now. She has somehow managed to bewitch the king, she is dangerous."

You felt sick to the stomach.

Liriel huffed. "Well, she deserves worse than being cast aside like garbage."

"That may be true but how far are we willing to go to get rid of her?"

The two women continued speaking, leaving you standing there frozen until they eventually walked away. With a shaky breath, you composed yourself, entering the throne room.

The two guards were kneeling before Thranduil, their heads bowed low.

Thranduil spoke softly, "Please leave us."

You stood rooted to the spot, watching as the guards nodded and left the room. Once they were gone, you stepped forward, your eyes meeting Thranduil's.

"My love, what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice laced with worry.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, "I came to see you."

He sighed, "Is that so?"

You nodded, taking a tentative step closer to him, "Of course I did."

Thranduil lifted himself off the throne and made his way down the steps to meet you. He reached out gently, cupping your cheek, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly, "Did something happen today?"

You looked away, your eyes scanning the floor.

"Come, love," he took your hand, leading you to the bench, "tell me what happened."

Your brow furrowed. "Nothing bad." You insisted, looking up at him.

"Just a little tired. Need to find a gown for the Feast of Starlight." You lied easily.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

You nodded, "Yes. But it isn’t anything important…"

Thranduil leaned forward kissing you lightly. "Nonsense. I will have a dress sent to your chambers."

You blushed faintly, resting your head against his shoulder. A warm glow settled in your chest. Thranduil loved you unconditionally and he was always kind and loving to you. You would not trade him for the world.

He kissed your forehead once more and squeezed your hand. "Go bathe and rest. I shall see you tonight."

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in return and turning to leave the throne room.

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"Tonight! We celebrate!" Thranduil yelled to the full ballroom.

You watched as hundreds of elves danced throughout the ballroom and tables covered in food. You were dressed in a flowing silver gown that Thranduil had picked for you.

You wore a crown of flowers and small diamonds adorning your hair. The silver jewelry sparkled under the light that shone through the tall windows. The jewels gave off the illusion that you could see stars.

"Y/n!" Legolas called to you from across the room as he made his way over to you.

He grinned, hugging you tightly, "You look like a star in the sky"

You chuckled lightly, "Thank you. And you look quite handsome as well."

Legolas flushed slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Truly? I am glad to hear that."

You giggled, "Yes, indeed."

He smiled brightly, "Thank you."

Slowly, he leaned to the side of your face and whispered in your ear. "My father wishes me to inform you that he has made a private evening for the two of you when the feast is over."

You blushed heavily, "Oh...um...thank you!"

He pecked your cheek teasingly, "Of course, he is quite fond of you. I hope you are both able to provide each other with eternal happiness."

He then turned on his heel and began making his way through the crowd as you watched him in amusement. Soon your eyes landed back on Thranduil. He was talking quietly to the nobles of Mirkwood who demanded his attention, occasionally glancing over to where you stood with a subtle longing gaze.

You smiled to yourself until you spotted Ariya heading toward you, her blonde hair pinned atop her head, a flower necklace around her neck. She approached you with a bright grin, her blue eyes shining with excitement and two glasses in her hand, "Hello Y/n! How is the feast finding you?"

You shrugged, "Fine, I suppose. What do you need of me?"

Her eyebrows shot up, "Nothing at all. Well, actually, I wish to apologize."

Your eyes widened slightly, taken aback. "You would?"

"I have been most unkind to you." Ariya apologized, "And I know you must be hurt."

You shook your head, "No, it is alright. I mean…It did hurt..."

She sighed and sat down on the stone steps beside you, "Nevertheless, please accept my apology and please drink with me."

You stared into her eyes before nodding with a smile, accepting her apology.

She slid one glass to you and saved the other for herself.

"Drink up," Ariya said, lifting up her glass.

You nodded, holding your cup up, "To new beginnings."

The two of you drank the alcohol in unison before finishing your glasses.

"May we enjoy tonight as if it is our last?"

You nodded, taking another sip of the drink and gazing at Ariya's bright and vibrant blue eyes, "Sounds perfect."

The night continued for hours and it wasn't long till the party grew in merriment. Everyone was drunk, dancing to a lively melody and singing songs of victory and celebration. It was quite beautiful and you couldn't help but smile whenever you caught your lover's eye as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the festivities from afar.

Finally, he made his way toward you. You smiled as he nodded to you, his eyes saying all the things he wished he could.

"You look very beautiful, Y/N." He murmured whispered to you.

Your eyes lit up, "You as well, my king."

His eyes gleamed. "How has the feast faired you?"

You shrugged, "It has been wonderful. Ariya even apologized to me and brought me wine. "

He laughed lightly placing a kiss on your forehead, "Then dance with me and celebrate this news. Let loose for a while and forget everything else."

You grinned widely and nodded.

He grabbed your hand and lead you towards the crowd, swaying to the music as he held onto you closely.

Suddenly Thranduil stopped in his tracks causing you to stumble backward.

"What is it?" You mumbled nervously, staring at him with concern.

His eyes widened with fear, "Blood. There is blood running from your nose."

You felt a chill run through you as you touched your nose quickly. Your eyes widened in horror when you realized the blood had dripped from your nose and had stained yours. Quickly you wiped it away as your head began to feel light

Thranduil frowned, "Darling, you alright?"

You blinked slowly, "I'm fine.."

Your legs suddenly buckled beneath you and a strong arm wrapped securely around you waist catching you before your head hit the ground. You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and feeling tears begin to stream down your cheeks.

"Stay awake, Y/N." Thranduil urged, "Look at me."

Your vision blurred, "Thran…"

"Y/N!" He yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You tried focusing your eyes only to see nothing but blackness.

"Don't close your eyes." He commanded urgently.

You felt yourself being hoisted up in his arms.

"I need a healer!"

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"Y/N, please wake up."

Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking multiple times to try and get rid of the dark clouds that threatened to engulf your vision. You squinted your eyes at the figure above you. As soon as they focused you recognized them as Thranduil. Your eyes widened.

"Where are we?" You asked shakily.

"We're in the healer's room." He answered softly, leaning closer so that you could hear him better.

"What happ-" your words died on your lips when you took in your surroundings.

You were lying in a bed, covered in white sheets, with curtains drawn shut surrounding your bed.

"Liriel and Ariya poisoned you. I am currently holding them in the cells."

You looked up at him in shock, "Are you going to kill them?"

He scoffed, shaking his head, "I wish..."

"My son urged me to banish them. He knew you wouldn't have wanted their deaths." His voice was laced with pain, his jaw clenched tightly.

You swallowed thickly before reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "I am sorry to have scared you, my love"

His eyes filled with sorrow, "You almost died. I almost lost you."

A tear rolled down your cheek, "But I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Yes." He murmured softly, wiping your tears away.

You hummed softly and laid back against the pillows.

Thranduil moved back to lay beside you and placed a tender kiss on your temple. He rested his head against your shoulder and closed his eyes.

You gazed at him thoughtfully until you heard him say: "Marry me."

You gasped softly.

Your eyes opened wide in disbelief, "What?"

Thranduil opened his eyes and met yours with determination, "Y/N, marry me. Please."

"But-"

He lifted a finger to silence you, "I will not allow anyone to tell me what I can or cannot do. I almost lost you, I intend to enjoy every moment with you I can as my wife."

You bit down on your lip, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth.

"I cannot imagine being any happier than I already am now."

"So will you marry me?" He asked again.

You nodded slowly, biting your lip, trying to hide your growing smile, "...yes."

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harrypoppinss · 8 months

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Empty promises

Kili Durin x afab!reader

Warnings: heavy angst, established relationship, mention of character death, pre BOTFA

Summary: With the battle closing in and Thorin fighting the dragon sickness, you seek comfort in your one.

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The past few days have been rough to say the least. You had successfully made it to Erebor, and it has been reclaimed by Thorin the only problem was that he had fallen into the same sickness that his grandfather had. The dragon sickness from the gold that was claimed by Smaug after the fall of Erebor all those years ago.

The Orcs were near, you had a feeling. Thankfully though, Kili had lived through getting a poisoned arrow in his thigh and he was now in Erebor with his brother and the others that had been comforting him through the incident. Now here you were, wandering the halls of Erebor in search for your one.

You had never known a castle to be so confusing until now, but luckily you had spotted your brown haired boy sitting along the gigantic hole in the wall, gazing out at the lost city of Dale. You walked up behind him, before gently taking a seat beside him and like clockwork, his hand found yours.

“How are you feeling my love?” You asked him, being his knuckles up to your lips as you kissed his hand softly before allowing it to fall into your lap, still grasping onto your own. Kili sighed as he moved closer to you, his head finding your shoulder as your head rested on his. “As well as I can,” he said in a soft tone, his gaze not wavering from the empty city infront of Erebor that used to be so full of life and love.

The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound reaching your ears was his gentle breathing and the sound of the crickets singing in the tall grass outside. As you gazed out into the landscape, you couldn’t help but let a feeling of pure fear wash over you. Soon you would all be fighting for you life against Azog and his troops for middle earth.

“Amrâlimê?” Kili said in a soft whisper, making you glance at him as he lifted his head off of your shoulder to meet your gaze. “Yes love?” You asked back, your free hand grasping his other one has your thumbs rubbed over his knuckles. His eyes fell to your hands before he lifted then back up to look at you. “Are you afraid to die?” He asked you, catching you off guard completely. You looked at him like he had grown two heads, he had just been on the brink of death with the arrow and he was asking you if you were afraid to die?

“Well…” you said as you looked back out into the now peaceful landscape that you knew would be filled with blood and death soon. Sighing softly you looked back at your lover, a sad expression covering your face. “I am,” you said after a moment, before you brought both of his hands to your lips this time, kissing his knuckles once more. “But, I’m more afraid of losing you to the hands of the Orcs.” You said as you dropped his hands back into your lap as his eyes scanned your face.

“Oh Amrâlimê,” he sighed with a soft smile as he saw the faint tears building in the backs of your eyes. He reached out, bringing you into his chest as his hand ran along your hair gently. You arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, the tears fall from your eyes staining his shirt temporarily. “I will never leave you, not in death nor in glory,” Kili whispered to you softly. “I would rather spend a thousand lifetimes fighting for you than allowing myself to be taken away for you in such a way.” He finished, tears of his own spilling down his cheeks as he pulled away from the hug to rest his forehead against your own.

“Promise?” You croaked out, your eyes meeting his brown orbs as you watched the corners of the crinkle softly as he couldn’t help but allow a small smile to overtake his features. “I promise, in this lifetime and the next.” He said, before he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. If only he knew in the end, that the promise he made would have to wait until the next time you two meet again, until the next life when your souls will bound together as one again.

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Amrâlimê - My love; love of mine

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