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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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Unusual Punishment

Pairing: Thorin x fem!elf!reader, Thranduil x fem!elf!reader, Kili x fem!elf!reader, Legolas x fem!elf!reader

Category: Preferences/Would Include...

Summary: You come from a kingdom where cutting your hair short is a form of punishment, intended to inflict shame upon the criminal. After being charged with crimes, your hair is cut and you are exiled from your homeland. How will your s/o react?

Warning: None

Kili-

- Kili would know nothing about your lands or your customs.

- He was fascinated by your short hair from the moment you met and would compliment you often.

- Kili’s eyes would be so confused when you’d respond to this by growing silent or ducking your head in shame.

- When you become comfortable enough to tell him, you expect Kili to question why you were punished or to never mention your hair again.

- Instead, Kili runs his fingers through your hair and presses his forehead against yours, insisting that you truly are the most beautiful elf he has ever known.

- It doesn’t matter what crime you committed or anything else about your past, only that you are his now and he loves you more than life.

Thorin-

- Thorin would have a guess as to why your hair is short but wouldn’t say a word about it.

- If anyone else mentioned your hair he would bristle, cutting them off with a glare.

- His heart always broke a little when he’d catch you angrily running your hands through your hair again and again, hating the constant reminder of your past life.

- When you told Thorin what happened, he listened quietly, then reminded you that the past was just that, in the past.

- In his world, you are his beloved, the one who was destined to rule by his side.

- And that was all that mattered.

Legolas-

- Legolas could barely conceal his horror when he first saw your short hair.

- His father had told him stories of the strange lands far away with kings who brand criminals so cruelly, however he thought they were just stories.

- It took everything inside him to conceal the pain and hurt he had for you and what had been done to your beautiful hair.

- He became your protector and your beloved almost instantly, there was nothing that could separate him from your side.

- Legolas cried with you when you told him, gathering you into his arms and whispering, “it’s all right, you’re safe, you’re safe,” over and over again.

- Regardless of what you did to be punished, nothing could ever justify this cruelty in his eyes.

Thranduil-

- When you first appear outside the castle in the middle of a thunderstorm, drenched and shivering, your hair freshly cut with jagged strokes, Thranduil dismisses his advisor’s caution and takes you into his personal care.

- He knows of distant lands where kings enforce this punishment onto their prisoners, however he did not expect those prisoners to be so beautiful, so helpless.

- Somewhere between nursing you back to health and soothing you through nightmares, Thranduil fell utterly and completely in love.

- He waits until you are stronger to broach the subject of your crimes, growing angry when you reveal that you had been the head of the king’s stables and were punished and exiled when his prized horse fell prey to a sickness you could not cure.

- The only thing stopping Thranduil from going to war is the fact you don’t want him to.

- That, however, does not stop him from cutting off all trade routes going to and from those distant lands.

- It is only fair that the king feel some of the pain that he himself has caused.

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ravensliterature · 1 year

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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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catyo90 · 1 year

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Come What May...

(Authors note: This is set during the Fall of Gondolin at the start and yes I know Thranduil's exact age and birth is kinda unknown but I liked the idea.")

The city was burning all around you. Flaming rubble fell across your path as you tried to lead the small group of survivors to the mountain passage and hopefully, to their escape. Orcs and other foul creatures swarmed the city, but perhaps your little group could avoid them if you moved swiftly enough.

Up ahead, you saw a flash of silver. Thranduil was waiting for you at the entrance to the secret passage with another group of refugees, his silver armour glinting in the light of the burning city. Seeing him alone was enough to lighten your heart and urge the others on. You were almost there.

When you reached him, you clasped his forearm just as he reached for you too. You looked up at him, finding comfort in his eyes as you stood together amidst the wreckage.

"Gondolin has fallen." You hear him say.

"We have to go," you said. "They cannot fight." You glanced back at the small group of terrified citizens, many of them carrying children.

"Take them. I'll be right behind you," you say noticing him breathing heavily trying to maintain his strength.

He knew there was no point in arguing, not when he saw that look in your eyes. He nodded and started waving your small group forward into the passage.

Thranduil appeared at your side again. "Gi Melin," he said softly so only you could hear. Then he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes for a moment, wanting to savour the gentle action surrounded as you were by so much destruction.

"Be safe," you said, squeezing his hand.

"Always."

And he was gone again heading down the path prepared to fend off any enemies that might ambush them. You thought perhaps you may survive this, that not all would be lost. As long as the people of Gondolin survived, they could rebuild.

A horrible roar sounded from behind you. Just as soon as you'd felt hope, it was snuffed out. A balrog was charging toward you and the others. Suddenly the Balrog raised its arm up crashing the entrance behind you to rubble. There was no way to reach Thranduil. Just as the realization of your situation set in you heard the Balrog shriek in pain as it swung its flaming sword behind it. You could see your master Glorfindel step in front of it, sword raised as he prepared to fight.

"No." The word left you as little more than an exhalation, too horrified for anything else.

You watched as he swung at the balrog, managing to cleave its helm and sever the whip. It bellowed, flames leaping as it did. Glorfindel seemed to be overcoming it but you couldn't help but hold your breath as you felt your legs shaking not in fear but in adrenaline. You watched as Glorfindel had been backed off to the edge of the cliffside. You managed to run in between the balrog's legs striking at its ankles with your blade causing it to roar in pain as you stood next to Glorfindel.

"We can't let him pass..."

You said turning to the monster as it roared once more. He looked to you with a nod and unsheathed his knife with a blade in hand. The flames from the Balrog engulfed the ground around the two of you as the beast raised its blade to you. You managed to block it though the pressure from its mere body weight caused your legs to crumble under the weight. Glorfindel managed to stick at its arms cutting it almost completely off. He stumbled for a moment before thrusting up with a knife and hurling the creature to the side. You jumped up and grabbed onto its shown stabbing it through the neck causing it to haunch forward as Glorfindel saw the beast stumble to the edge of the cliff.

"Glorfindel! We have to end this"

He turned to face you and you gave him a sad smile before you saw the balrog's hand reach up and attempt to snatch you off its back. He simply nodded in agreement as he ran at the balrog's chest ramming into it causing all three of you to fall into the ravine below. Darkness took both of you as the last sight you saw was the survivors escaping knowing Thranduil was safe.

Thranduil POV:

His eyes went wide as he watched you fall with Glorfindel. Tears rolled down his cheeks, carving lines through the ash and dirt covering his skin. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was you falling. It was a pain beyond comprehension and now the long years of his life stretched out before him...and now he would have to send them alone. Now you were only a memory.

Centuries passed. And the Thranduil he once was, was nothing more than a shadow. All knew of his pain and saw the hurts he hid away. In truth, he thought he would find peace once the wars ended, that it would help the pain of his broken heart. It did, to a certain degree, but some wounds run too deep to ever fully heal and soon turn to scars.

He spent much of his time with any distractions during that time, but to an elf, a thousand eyes felt like a year. The pain was still too near. Though he was now King of his own realm. It was nothing but an empty role, one that he never thought he would face without you. His mind brought the memories once more, the first time he saw you in the gardens of Gondolin as children visiting with his father, the sparring matches you two would compete in as you both grew older and wiser, the first kiss he received from you under the endless stars. They were too much. He brought a hand to his head covering his eyes to hide the tears for a moment before pouring a glass of wine. Only the sounds of footsteps made him open them and turn around to see one of the scouts standing in the doorway of his room.

"Speak."

"There is someone who has just arrived at the gate," he said, looking a little nervous.

He only gave a sharp glance to the scout who stumbled with his words.

"Um...It is a she-elf. She claims to be sent from Rivendell at Lord Elronds behest."

He frowned slightly. That didn't clear anything up, but he simply nodded and gestured for him to retrieve this girl.

"I'll go right away."

After a few moments, he walked down along the tree's path toward the throne room. When he arrived, he saw Celeborn, his cousin speaking to the girl, but their back was turned away from him. Celeborn looked across at him and gave him a slight nod in greeting, a knowing smile on his lips. The stranger turned to face his.

He swore he felt his heart stop.

Reader POV:

His hair was much longer than the last you saw him all those centuries ago. His blonde, almost silver, hair fell past his collarbone and he was wearing a deep red cloak over a dark silver-grey tunic instead of the pale green and silver he used to favour, but aside from that, he hadn't changed at all.

"Thranduil," you whispered. There was no question in your voice.

You had wished for this, begged the Valar in all your prayers to be heard in all of Mandros halls to just be back with him, and now here he was. All your unanswered prayers, all your unending years spent in waiting. Slowly, you stepped closer until you were right in front of him.

His blue eyes were shining with unshed tears but there was a bright smile on his face, as there so often had been all those years ago in Gondolin. You brought your hand to his cheek, His hand embracing yours.

"You're really here," he breathed. He was solid and warm beneath your touch. He blinked and the tears he'd been trying to hold back slipped down his cheeks as he let out a little huff of a laugh. You gently brushed the tears away with your thumb.

"I am." His fingertips brushed your waist as if he wanted to pull you close but you weren't sure if it would be appropriate. It had been so long; perhaps he had moved on.

But you could not stop yourself as you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself to him. He responded immediately, his arms twining tightly around your waist. A sob escaped your throat as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck and breathed in. He still smelled exactly the same, warm and comforting.

"Gi melin," you breathed, the words muffled against his skin. You regretted every day and night that you hadn't gotten to say those words before you fell.

"Meleth nin." His voice was little more than a whisper, his own tears had made his voice rough.

The two of you stood in an embrace for what felt like ages but also didn't feel nearly long enough. You never wanted to be parted from him now that you had, beyond all hope, returned to him. You reluctantly released him but instead held tightly to his hands. It comforted you to see that he, too, didn't seem to want to let go. He gently slipped his hand from yours only to wrap his arm around you as he led the both of you away from prying eyes. Leaning into him, you felt lighter than you had since before the sack of the city you'd once called home.

"Is there somewhere we could speak privately? It's been so long…I-" you cut yourself off, looking unsure.

"Of course," he spoke softly as you both walked in the direction of his chamber.

Thranduil led you over to the small seating area, settling yourself on the little but elegant sofa and tugging him gently down beside you. Though he was right next to you, it felt too far.

"I'm sorry," you said, so quiet he almost didn't hear. He was staring down at his hands which you still had gripped in yours.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about...," he said bringing a hand under your chin and bringing your gaze to his.

"When I finally tracked you down, when Celeborn told me how you were after all these years…" you sighed.

"I thought maybe you were trying to move on. And that my coming here would only make it worse for you."

""I don't think I could have ever found peace without you, the nightmares never ceased. Possibly because they're not really nightmares, just memories I can't seem to forget."

You leaned a little closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, relaxing into his touch as your head lay on his shoulder. He tipped his head to the side so that his warm cheek was pressed against your head.

"I wish you hadn't had to suffer all those long years. And I wish, too, that you hadn't suffered because of me."

He looked down at you. "None of that matters now," he said softly, skimming the backs of his fingers down your cheek.

"Come what may from here on, I will never let you go."

You stared at him in awe for a moment before sitting up to press your forehead to his. He cupped your jaw, angling your head just so.

"How I have longed to kiss these lips once more." The words left him in a warm rush against your lips. You gave no sign for him not to as you leaned into his touch.

You nuzzled your nose softly against his before you closed the small space between you and kissed him. It was soft and a little hesitant; it had been over a thousand years since you'd done this. Thranduil kissed you back and you melted into it. His arms came around you and urged you closer and you went gladly, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. You could feel tears sliding silently down your cheeks as the relief of being back with him overwhelmed you once more.

He pulled back and you swayed forward to follow him but he held you back.

"Please don't cry, meleth nín," he said as he gently swiped the tears from your cheeks as you had done for him earlier.

"These tears are happy," you said, giving him a watery smile. "I have cried for centuries, but these tears are of the joy of having been returned to you."

You leaned toward him again and this time he did not hold you back, but rather caught you as your arms wrapped around him and held you tight. Squeezing closer, you tangled your hand in his hair.

"Though my time in the Halls of Mandos helped me heal physically, my heart reached out to you every moment. For once in a long time, I feel at peace," you said as he held you.

For a long while, you stayed there on the small sofa in contented silence. An almost forgotten smile tugged on his lips as he tilted your chin up and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"It's getting late," he mused. The sun had dipped behind the thick neverending woods as above the stars revealed themselves behind the canopy of golden leaves. The room was growing dim save for a few candles which burned.

"Perhaps we should retire for the night..." you said.

"I've longed to have you by my side every night ever since. It's been so long since I slept peacefully."

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing softly along your cheekbone on the way.

"Then may you have good dreams tonight," you said, kissing his forehead tenderly.

He stood from the sofa and reached out under your body and picked you up with ease as he walked across the room only to lay down on the bed with you atop him. You settled down feeling lighter than you had in centuries. He stroked your hair slowly, the motion soothing for both of you. Tilting your head, you placed a light kiss on his chest, over his heart. Hearing it beat steadily as you placed his hand over your heart, he smiled to himself as you closed your eyes.

"Sleep well" he whispered.

Weeks had passed, and you and Thranduil were practically inseparable, not wanting to waste a single moment of the time you had been given. You hid away in the hidden chambers and even the clearing of the great Greenwood. But now It was overlooking the vast and wonderful starlit sky high above the treeline in the most sacred of rooms. Where he took both your hands in his.

"I love you more than anything," he said. "And there is nothing I wouldn't do to be able to spend the rest of my life and beyond by your side...Marry me," he said, his voice soft but serious.

There was no question as to what your answer was as you kissed him to confirm the answer. The smile that spread across his face was radiant and his blue eyes shone with joy. He seemed to glow with it and you found yourself grinning back, a laugh bubbling out of you unexpectedly. You hugged him, loving the feeling of his warmth against you and his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. He spun you around before setting you down and claiming your lips in a more passionate kiss. If he cared if anyone saw, he didn't show it. It was as if all the years apart had never happened.

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mikathemonster · 1 year

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Hi! Could you please write a dialogue prompt 4 with Thranduil? Thanks!

“the interrogation”

author’s note: of course! this prompt seems very canon as something the elf king himself would say, so i’m excited to dive into this for you <3 I'm gonna stray a little further from my normal way of writing Y/N by making them a person who somehow woke up in their favorite book, “The Hobbit”!

Pairing: Thranduil / Gender-Neutral Human Reader

Word Count: 886

summary: after waking up in the world of your comfort book, you find yourself in the midst of a terrifying power: the Elvenking.

content warnings: I mixed the lore of the book and the movies together for this

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

Anxiety rushed through your body as your heart seemed to be leaping out of your chest with each beat. You were being led through the twists and turns of some sort of extravagant castle as two elven guards held you firmly by the arms. Where they were taking you, you weren’t sure. A tiny voice in the back off your head wondered if you were dreaming, but the pain from the guards’ grips was more than enough to reassure you that this was your new reality.

How you had come to find yourself in this new world was beyond the comprehension of your mind. The last thing you remembered was being curled up on your soft, worn-down couch while reading your favorite book, "The Hobbit". It was a tale you knew well, as you had read it countless times when in need of a pick-me-up. You hadn't seen all of the movies yet, as you usually fell asleep halfway through the second one, but the book was usually enough to satiate you. It had been another cozy night of reading when you had fallen asleep in the middle of the chapter "Flies and Spiders", and the next thing you knew, you had awoken in some sort of woodland realm!

Oh, how you desperately wished you could return to your cozy couch and your soft blankets, but it seemed those pleasantries were far away from you now, and incredibly out of reach.

More twists and turns led you to a wide room, all entirely made of tree branches and wood. In the center lied a magnificent throne of ancient antlers, its steps leading down to the space you now occupied. A cold, regal voice cut through your thoughts, and suddenly your eyes shot up to look at the person before you.

"First you have me deal with lowly dwarves, and now there's another? Who are you?" He sat proudly on his throne, and you found yourself speechless at his beauty. His long hair draped over his shoulders delicately as you met his cold gaze. He was like a star, cold and distant and icy. You couldn't believe the sight before you. Slowly, things started connecting in your mind. Dwarves, elven guards, oh no.

This was Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood. And your very life had now been placed in his beautiful hands.

"We found this one an hour ago, reports say they simply appeared in a cloud of smoke before the gates," one of the guards said, and the king's brow tensed. He wasn't happy.

"Some dark magic, then?" He stood, slowly descending the stairs as he approached you. "And yet, you come without weapons or anything other than the clothes on your back. Tell me, who are you?"

"Y/N," you said, finally finding your words. "And you must be Thranduil, King of the elves.” You spoke carefully, treading lightly with your words.

“So you know who I am,” he said. “Good, then you must know of my intolerance for outsiders. Speak quickly of your intentions and perhaps I’ll do you the mercy of imprisoning you.”

“Prison?” You said, eyes wide. Oh no, you couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life in the prisons of Mirkwood.

“I’d speak quickly if I were you,” he warned. “You’re losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.”

You searched your brain for the words to speak, now panicking. “I came here from another realm!” You said, trying to re-iterate your predicament in a fashion that suggested you were much more wise than you found yourself to be. After all, you knew this story like the back of your hand, and it was the only leverage you seemed to have right now. “Another realm filled with scrolls, and I am the reader of those scrolls.”

“What scrolls do you speak of?” He raised his brow, leaning closer.

“Scrolls of the histories of this land. I know the past, I’ve read the present, and I’ve seen the future!” You had no idea where you were going with this; at the very least, you were trying to save the skin on your back. And you were hoping to god that your favorite author’s tomes could help you.

“Such as? Prove to me you’re not some petty liar.”

“You’ve imprisoned Thorin Oakenshield and his company for his refusal to pay you back that which was rightfully yours!” Please believe me, you thought. “He aims to reclaim the Lonely Mountain and defeat the dragon that lies in its depths.”

“So you’re a liar and a spy. Guards, take them away.”

“No, please!” You cried out desperately. “The gems, they were for your wife! The White Gems of Lasgalen!”

The king froze in his place as he returned to his throne. Finally, you thought. Surely you had him now! He raised a pale hand that was decorated with rings, his voice cutting through you as he issued out another order.

“Guards, unhand them.” He said, turning around to face you as he approached. You swallowed hard, your heart thrumming in your chest as everything seemed so unknown right now. Time seemed to freeze as you fell to your knees, your limbs now free.

“It seems that you would know more than I would like,” he chirped. “So enlighten me, Y/N. What else do you know?”

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil greenleaf #lotr #lotr x reader #lotr fic #lotr fanfiction #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #lotr fanfic

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edmetalqueer · 2 years

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♛Hobbit & LOTR Masterlist♛

ARAGORN II ELESSAR

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LEGOLAS GREENLEAF

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GIMLI

none.

MERIADOC BRANDYBUCK

none.

PEREGRIN TOOK

none.

FRODO BAGGINS

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SAMWISE GAMGEE

none.

BOROMIR

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FARAMIR

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ELROND

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THRANDUIL GREENLEAF

none.

FÍLI

none.

KÍLI

none.

THORIN II OAKENSHIELD

none.

BILBO BAGGINS

none.

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umaia3aurart · 5 months

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Father and Son of Mirkwood, drawn over the past few years! Fall is the season that most makes me think about "The Hobbit"

#the hobbit #thranduil #legolas #legolas greenleaf #the hobbit fanart #thranduil fanart #legolas fanart #tolkien elves #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #my art

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milesasinmorales · 5 months

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Thinking about that headcanon that Thranduil is blind in one or both eyes bcs of the dragon fire (hobbit movies) so that’s why Legolas just says what he sees out loud all the time bcs he’s used to doing that for his dad

#there’s also a healthy dose of autism #we’ve all fallen victim to the saying everything you see and notice phenomena #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #tolkien #Legolas #legolas thranduilion #legolas greenleaf #thranduil #thranduil oropherion

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memray · 7 months

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a dad and his weird son doodle

i just wanted to figure out some stuff with making them actually look related and settled on legolas having his dad’s nose, skin tone and eye colour (and judgemental look)

#y’know a dad and his weird son is how you can describe me and my dad #they’re so family (they never interacted in the books and their relationship in the hobbit films is strained at best)#legolas #thranduil #legolas thranduilion #legolas greenleaf #lotr legolas #the hobbit thranduil #the elvenking #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr fanart

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midnightblue66 · 1 year

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If Thranduil saw Legolas fight in the Battle of Five Armies

#Thranduil #legolas #legolas greenleaf #scared dad #lotr #the hobbit #battle of five armies #fanart #just watched the last hobbit movie and this idea popped into my head #thranduil got so scared his anatomy went haywire

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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The Hobbit Masterlist

- One-shots -

Thorin Oakenshield

My King

Crown

My Love For You

The King and The Ceramicist

Your Child

Dance With Me

Secret Tattoo

Durin’s Day

I’m So Sorry

Read to Me

Time to Breathe

Kili

Heirloom

Fires of Foolishness

Freedom

Thranduil

First Kiss

Stairs

Legolas

Midnight Kiss

A Moonlit Dance

Bilbo Baggins

A Birthday Wish

- Hurt/Comfort -

Legolas

Saving the Enemy

Saving the Enemy (part 2)

Saving the Enemy (part 3)

Saving the Enemy (part 4)

Saving the Enemy (part 5)

Saving the Enemy (part 6)

Kili

Holding You

Snowkissed

Fili

Later

Survivors

All is Well

Thorin Oakenshield

The Miner’s Granddaughter

Saving his Enemy

Saving his Enemy (part 2)

Thranduil

A True Lady

- Would Include... -

Kili

The Morning Before You and Kili’s Wedding Would Include...

- Preferences-

Study Fatigue

Pets

Unusual Punishment

- Misquotes -

Thorin Oakenshield

#1- Wandering

#2- Hairstyle

#3- Courting

#4- Nine Ravens

Kili

#1- We Have a Wizard

#2- Napkins

Fili

#1- Kitten

Kili x reader x Fili

#1- When Do We Leave?

- Drabbles -

Thorin Oakenshield

#1- Sleep

#2- You Winced

Bard

#1- Care for You

#2- No Shame

Fanfic Masterlist

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ravensliterature · 11 months

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A/N: Request done!

pairing: Thranduil x Black! Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 560

Prompt:

I love your writing!! please make this as long or short as you want!!

Can you write about Thranduil on wash day with a black reader!

I think it would be really cute!

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Once upon a time in the enchanting realm of Mirkwood, King Thranduil, a wise and noble ruler, found himself in a predicament. His beloved wife, Queen Y/N, seemed to have vanished from their grand palace. Concern etched itself upon Thranduil's regal face as he searched high and low, through the sprawling halls and lush gardens, desperately hoping to find his missing queen.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest. Thranduil's heart grew heavy with worry. He summoned his loyal guards and advisors, instructing them to comb every inch of the palace and surrounding woods for any sign of Y/N. Night fell, and Thranduil's anxiety deepened. Sleep eluded him as he imagined countless scenarios, each more troubling than the last.

Just as dawn was about to break, hope sparked within Thranduil's weary heart. He hurriedly ascended the grand staircase leading to his chambers, determined to check their private quarters one last time. With each step, his mind raced with thoughts of his beloved queen. Had she fallen victim to an unforeseen danger? Had she grown tired of their life together and decided to venture elsewhere? Thranduil's thoughts were filled with apprehension.

Pushing open the ornate doors, Thranduil's eyes darted across the dimly lit room until they fell upon a familiar figure. There, by the vanity mirror, stood Queen Y/N. Her raven-black curls, in need of care and attention.

Relief washed over Thranduil, but it quickly gave way to curiosity and a sense of admiration for his resolute queen. He approached her with soft steps, not wanting to startle her.

"My love, I have been searching the kingdom for you," Thranduil gently spoke, his voice carrying a mix of relief and concern.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes filled with surprise and relief. "Thranduil, my king, I apologize for causing you worry. I have been here all along, preparing for wash day. My hair needed attention."

Thranduil's gaze softened, his heart swelling with affection. He moved closer to Y/N, his hands yearning to help her. "Allow me, my queen. Let me aid you in tending to your glorious mane."

Y/N smiled, grateful for her husband's presence and understanding. She handed Thranduil a brush, and together they began to unravel the knots and tangles that had taken hold of her beautiful curls. With each gentle stroke, Thranduil's worries dissolved, replaced by a deep connection with his wife.

As they worked in unison, Thranduil marveled at the love and strength that radiated from Y/N. He realized how fortunate he was to have such a remarkable partner by his side. Their union transcended the boundaries of their differences, weaving together a tapestry of understanding, respect, and devotion.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment, as if the universe was revealed in the harmony between the king and queen. Thranduil's hands moved with care and tenderness, while Y/N's eyes sparkled with affection and appreciation.

When they finally finished, Y/N's curls regained their natural luster and elegance. She turned to face Thranduil, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you, my king, for your unwavering love and for embracing every part of me."

Thranduil took Y/N's hands in his own, his gaze filled with adoration. "You are the light of my life, Y/N. I vow to cherish and support you always."

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