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meshkol · 2 years

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

Hello there! I absolutely don't mind this question. I love this question, actually, and I've never...actually answered it before, at least not on this blog in an open forum with all my favourites. So this is actually cool and made my brain go oooooooooooooh. Thank you so much for this ask <3

I've answered this briefly on fandoms and faves, specifically just listing them by names, but haven't really gone into why I love these disasters, mostly because I'm long-winded af and English isn't my first language. This is the tip of the iceberg and do not include real-world individuals (that would have to be a different post entirely). Anywho, here goes, I suppose, and I apologise in advance for the length LMAO. Seriously, this is, like, 5k. (It’s also formatted weird because tumblr doesn’t like paragraphs in bullets, but it still looks a little wonky to me??)

Anyway, here are my ten favourite fictional characters and why I love them, in order. Actual content is beneath the cut because it is long.

(1) Thranduil Oropherion [Tolkien's Legendarium]. My first introduction into English was Tolkien's Legendarium. I had read The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings in French and had them read to me as a bedtime story before I could even read myself, but it was literally the first series of books I picked up myself when I was a tiny little thing and was like “I’m gonna figure out what all of these weird little letters mean in this weird bizarre language so I can read it in its intended language by Professor Tolkien!” So yeah, literally my first introduction into English, before I was put into official tutoring, because I was so hyperfixated by this legendarium. This fandom is still my One True Fandom to this day.

The Sindar in general were my main focus of study and fixation, even though Tolkien had a gigantic hard-on for the Ñoldor (literally and figuratively, probably, considering Galadriel, but I digress), and even though Thranduil wasn’t even named in The Hobbit, I distinctly remember tunnelling on his parts as a toddler who couldn’t even fucking read yet and asking to hear his portions of the story instead of the dwarrows. He is the sole reason why I hyperfixated on the Sindar despite the criminal lack of content on their kind, and why I started to learn English long before I was required to do so for education’s sake.

He was just so kind and generous and understanding and brave and wary and tired and strong – nothing like what the films did to his character, don’t get me fucking started on that utter rot, the films did Thranduil dirty...though Lee Pace played him dishy af and I still enjoy the films as a separate entity from the books, kind of like how enjoy the MCU as a separate entity from the comics – and I needed that in my life. The elves in general were those things, but Thranduil was my first introduction to that, and he was a hell of a first imprint to my young, impressionable mind, especially in the environment I grew up in. I needed a father like he was, who was kind and generous and understanding and brave and wary and tired and strong, not the father I had, which was pretty much every other father Tolkien described in the books lol. I latched onto him to an almost extreme amount of insanity and that has persisted to this day. I love him so much that it’s damn near pathetic. You don’t see it much on this blog but whew, on my other blog(s) back before LiveJournal, FFN, and the overall internet imploded?? Yeah, it was nuts. So much fanfiction, I swear. Probably published about two to three million words before the purges on private servers and LJ. I will never stop being bitter and devastated about that. ao3 is king, all hail ao3.

(2) Tony Stark [Marvel]. So there’s a lot to say about this disaster of a human being and I don’t even know where to start, because there’s a lot of baggage associated with the beginning of my love for him.

There’s an echo of my English beginnings with him too, since I practised my English with those comics, and that’s tinged with some bittersweetness too. So for some background that is open knowledge on this blog: I hate my biological father with a burning passion. He’s an awful person and I hope he fucking dies a horrible, painful, awful, embarrassingly humiliating death. But weirdly enough, despite the extreme conservative household he ruled over with an iron fist, he...liked comics?? He hated that I loved Tolkien – my maman, before they got divorced, read those stories to me – but when he realised I was beginning to read things in English, something that was heavily encouraged in our household because "English is business" as he liked to say, he actually would give me Iron Man comics to practise reading with. Not Batman and Superman and Captain America (he hated Captain America LOL the height of irony) and Spider-Man, but Iron Man, a C-list-at-best superhero. It was probably because Tony was a billionaire industrialist who saved the world and my father was gamely ignoring the multitude of issues Tony has, but whatever, I latched onto Tony like a leech nonetheless because of those multitudes of issues Tony has.

I think my father liked to think that he either was similar to Tony or could be like Tony one day – they were both businessmen, after all, and were both outwardly pompous pricks to the public. My father was very pleased when I adored Iron Man/Tony Stark and clearly expected that I would start being amendable to him because of that adoration, except I started waxing poetry about how Tony was so much more than those surface-level masks. He was complex, and full of survivor’s guilt and just plain-old-guilt, and hated his father, and loved so deeply, and cared so deeply, and wanted to change the world for the better instead of destroying it, and he was a socialist, and he believed in women’s rights and was probably bisexual and got pegged by Gamora and-and-and—

Yeah, my father didn’t like Tony Stark very much longer LOL, especially once I got old enough to understand what socialism really was. Worked out for me because I got to nick all of his comics when he tossed them all out in a rage, and a lot of them are worth loads of money now that the MCU is a thing. But anyway.

It's kind of funny, actually, especially since I’m taking something that my biological father weirdly enjoyed despite his extreme conservative puratism and writing extreme BDSM porn about it all the time. I find it very therapeutic and a fun little Fuck You™. What can I say, I’m a spiteful queer. <3

But anyway, I really love Tony for a lot of different reasons, even if the origins for it are a little bittersweet and come from a place of spite lol. He’s just...very complex and I just feel him on a very deep, personal level. Tony is the only character on this list that I can empathise and sympathise with on almost every aspect of his person: he had a horrible and abusive father, had problems with drugs and alcohol, has crippling self-doubt and anxiety, is almost certainly neurodivergent, masks on a daily basis, deals with survivor’s guilt, etc-etc. The only thing that I can’t empathise with is the liking-vagina thing (I am way too queer for that sort of thing haha, though I’d be alright with a woman if she had a prick, hence why I identify as ‘queer’ instead of ‘gay’; trans and NB people are sexy af) and the RT (arc reactor for you MCU fans), but then again, half of my rib cage is metal and my leg is full of pins so...meh??

(3) Hatake Kakashi [Naruto]. My first real introduction into Japanese fandom lmao. My brother and I had watched Dragon Ball with a few classmates but outside of that, I’d had no real exposure to anime or manga because my father banned that sort of thing from the household, and I’m too old for what the younger kids these days are exposed to, like ATLA and Yu-Gi-Oh and all that. I ended up getting a translated sub of the Naruto anime from someone online when I was in university, watched it for the lulz, and ended up tunnelling on the weird half-masked dude who went batshit when his lil baby students were threatened. As you do.

Another one of those events where my lovely little ND brain went nuts. By the time that I had discovered the fandom, Shippūden was just starting to air, but I am incredibly impatient, hate filler episodes, and also hate American puritan bullshit, so I just...decided to scoff the anime and read the manga instead because I read faster plus new languages! Didn’t really anticipate how hard Japanese is though LMAO. Mercifully, translations come out pretty quickly, but I still sort of threw myself into language courses and study and so this fandom is sort of credited for me learning a new language. Can’t really speak it very well, since I never bothered to focus on that avenue and I still haven’t watched the anime haha, but I can read it (albeit with the occasional glance at unfamiliar kanji when I come across it, cos there’s a lot of fuckin kanji holy shit) very well. Language is weird.

Anyway. Kakashi is just awesome and gives off lazy does-not-give-a-fuck energy until someone fucks with his peeps, in which he goes to 9,000 in about half a second flat and decimates everything that moves. And I think that’s very sexy of him. I also have a thing for angst and tortured backstories, in case that wasn’t completely fucking obvious by my everything, so when I tunnelled on him within the first six seconds of watching that first episode and began researching his character, obviously I was like, “Ah shit, this one is gonna be fascinating to read and write fic for, think of all the whump possibilities.” Especially in the Naruto universe, where they send literal toddlers to war, which is batshit crazy and fucking nuts to the extreme – to be able to dig into that sort of worldbuilding and find out how characters would adapt, grow, and develop resilience in that sort of environment is like crack to an angst and smut demon like me, and combined with a backstory like Hatake Kakashi (and Uchiha Itachi, who’s coming up soon enough)?? Yeah, it was inevitable.

Doesn’t exactly help that he also gives of hurt/comfort vibes with all his charges too, and I also tend to gravitate towards those types of characters just as much as ethically grey but morally good characters and/or people with fucked-up backstories. You combine all the above with an aesthetically attractive character and you’ve got yourself a real winner lmao. I’m predictable af.

(4) L Lawliet [Death Note]. L is batshit nuts, let’s just throw that out there early. The manga and manga had been released fully by the time I had registered its existence and, if I recall correctly, I had only picked it up because I saw a piece of fanart on tumblr back in...shit, it must’ve been late 2009, since I started writing my first DN fic after the new year and published the first chapter soon after (that remains my most reviewed fic to date by an obscene amount lmao; don’t even look or check reviews anymore because I’m old and bitter now, but ten+ years ago?? That sweet, sweet validation before fandom imploded and ao3 sprung into existence out of pure necessity and self-preservation by fandom?? Yeah, that was a hell of a time to be alive).

Saw a creepy-looking, but also paradoxically attractive-looking frog man eating sugar cubes and cake like it was covered in bacteria in a ridiculously well-done piece of fanart circulated on the wild-wild-west tumblr, because I’ve been on this hellsite since forever on various blogs (and I’m never fucking leaving it, no matter how hard staff tries to implode it or how many pricks inhabit it, fuck you staff and pornbots and gay-men fetishisers who flood my ask box asking for nudes and shit, go get a therapist). Anyway, as a person who went to school for a stupidly long period of time hyperfixating on parasites, infectious diseases, and pathogens, and how human beings act and respond to said things, I immediately was like, “Oooh, frog man looks like he’s got germaphobia, that sounds like something that is aligned with my interests, what’s this from??”

Did a cursory search and here lies a fandom of a psycho teenager with a g-d complex who quickly enters university (because I generally do not fuck around with secondary school shit, that squicks me out hardcore) after finding a magical notebook that just straight up murders motherfuckers, who is being hunted by a mid-twenties detective who does have germaphobia and autism (like me!) and probably scoptophobia and is probably riding the line of ethical legality with his investigation practises, and oops, looks like I’ve entered Death Note hell.

Like I said, I like ethically grey characters with a firmly good moral code, and L’s doubly interesting because he’s an orphan with a semi-established backstory, which means that you can take liberties with his character to flesh it out to your whims. Which I did. A lot. With a lot of angst and gay, because obviously. There isn’t anything too deep about why I love him like the other three, and there’s probably a lot of fanon and headcanon interpretation that colours why I love him as much as I do, but that’s about the extent of it. I think of L Lawliet and I think of my mammoth story I wrote for him, and all of the love I received for that story, and during a time when fandom was going through a massive upheaval, it was a bright point that I really needed.

(5) Uchiha Itachi [Naruto]. Aesthetically attractive character? Check. Ethically grey and morally good character? Check. Tragic backstory? Check. Hurt/comfort with his charges? ...er, not so much, because his brother is a tool and I hope that psychopathic, abusive, whiny little bitch dies in a fire. But anyway, that’s kind of why Itachi doesn’t rank higher, to be honest lmao. Love this little freak a lot though (especially when he’s getting it on with Kakashi and/or Sakura, but whatever, I have my OTPs in this fandom and I’m old and tired enough to be pretty blasé about the purity police in American shipping culture, which is hilarious considering Naruto worldbuilding because did they even read or watch the manga?? That shit is fucking awful). He’s very queer-coded, like most ‘villains’ are even in Japanese media, and that obviously is of high interest to me, being queer myself.

He also has the demanding father, high expectations on his shoulders, and was understandably insane before he died, but somehow was loyal to averting war and maintaining peace and prosperity?? If I had been him, I would’ve either retired to the sea or watched the world burn so seriously, he deserved so much more than what he got, which was being murdered by his brother (seriously, fuck that bastard). He was also extremely shrouded in mystery even despite the major reveals within the manga, anime fillers, and novels so it was fun as fuck to flesh out his character in fic, not to mention it was obscenely interesting from an epidemiological prospective to dig into his illness in an effort to identify what it was.

Additionally, Itachi is also certainly neurodivergent too, which was obviously relevant to me, and it was also a very unique portrayal since it wasn’t the ‘uwu smol bean who’s good at mathematics or piano awwww’ or the ‘non-verbal, screaming savant’ autism that is so pervasive in media. He was straight-up brutal and violent on occasion, massacred his clan to save his village and brother, and was the consummate spy and master of mind-fucks, and yet he was kind and generous and did everything in his power to stave off something worse, though he ended up failing in the end because of matters out of his hands and because he was only one man. I don’t know, I have a lot of feelings about this man.

I’m still unimaginably bitter about the truly insane amount of fic and meta about him that I lost during the various purges – though I shudder to think about the plethora of anon hate and comments/reviews I’d probably be flooded in today’s purity culture, though admittedly a chunk of my Naruto fic was written in Japanese and, in a smaller number, French so it wouldn’t have had to deal with as much bullshit from American audiences – because the vast majority of it was about Itachi and/or Kakashi in the Naruto fandom. But what can you do?

(6) Draco Malfoy [Harry Potter]. Oooooh boy, where to even start with this arsehole. So. Despite the fact that I want Joanne Rowling to get lost in a distant galaxy and take her bullshit elsewhere, and despite the fact that Strikethrough/Boldthrough and the shipping wars still give me metaphorical nightmares, I have a lot of fond memories of the HP (and Drarry) fandom, and still obviously write for and read that pairing myself. Harry’s alright, I suppose, but Draco’s got a special place in my heart, mostly because I both see myself in him and see what I could’ve been at the same time, if that makes sense, so my love of him is very personal.

He grew up wealthy and privileged and I grew up like that too, albeit Jewish and brown instead of white and magical like Draco is. He grew up with a demanding shit of a father who wanted him to have a wife and an heir, and I grew up with a demanding shit of a father who wanted me to have a wife and a child. Draco was supposed to be exactly like his father, walk the line and talk the talk, follow the doctrine and never step a toe out of his father’s approved line, never think for himself and to think lesser of anyone who was considered weaker or poor or what-have you, and Draco eventually realised (through self-preservation, ambition, and good old fashioned fear) that he needed to pull his head out of his arse, stop parroting his father’s racist dogma, and go against the grain if he was going to survive. I did the exact same thing. Sure, Draco did it through war and I did it through...a very different type of war, but it was the same sort of concept in my head, and I connected to him in a very visceral way when I was younger.

It was a double hit to the gut when I learnt that his wife died post-books (i.e. post-school), because my husband died post-school. But anyway.

But we both also could’ve turned out just like our fathers if things hadn’t gone tits-up, y’know. If the Wizarding War hadn’t happened and Draco hadn’t been forced to choose between saving his mother and his honour as a human being, Draco would’ve probably been a carbon copy of all the Malfoys before him. If I hadn’t gone through what I’d gone through because I’d been born queer and autistic, I would’ve probably been a carbon copy of my father and his father before him. It’s a very sobering and humbling thought.

He’s not perfect, that’s for damn sure, but none of us are, are we? We all have to unlearn shit that we internalise or are indoctrinated to accept as normal when we are children. Draco Malfoy is kind of my little comfort bastard that I get to use as therapy, because in a way I get to live vicariously through him and expunge a lot of nasty shit I am still unlearning, and I’ll always love him for giving me the opportunity to play around in that sandbox in a safe, fictional environment, just as I love playing around with all my other favourite characters in safe, fictional environments regardless of the fucked up, batshit crazy situations I put them through lol.

(7) Viktor Nikiforov [Yuri!!! On Ice]. Viktor is an interesting conundrum, because he’s an infamous ball of sunshine (with the occasional glimpse of serious melancholy or depression, however rare that may be) and that’s not my usual M.O. of favourite characters LMAO. But I am figure skating trash and when Yuri!! On Ice came out, I was on-the-fuck-board with watching that shit for sure. Like. I have a few major, life-will-hit-a-standstill hyperfixations and figure skating is one of them. So when there was a fucking figure skating anime coming out?? Yes please and thank you very fucking much.

I think the reason I love him so much – outside of the fact that he’s aesthetically gorgeous, that is – is because when the anime was airing, I was kind of in a transition phase in my life and was writing a fic I was getting a metric fuck-tonne of hate for, with pretty much zero support system, so I needed a comfort character who was just...really supportive?? Viktor is really supportive, understanding, and patient with Yuuri, who is a fucking anxious disaster of a human, and I guess I just latched onto that at the time. It also helps that his past is a complete blank slate, so it’s absolute fun to headcanon any sort of angsty shit I want. Or kinky shit. It’s really easy to project myself on him because he is the definition of a blank slate, and he’s down for pole dancing and exhibitionism and all sorts of really fun stuff. I just love a guy who’s up to whatever lmao. (Also, I’ve read so much good fic that has just cemented my love of him, seriously, there is some good shit out there, like woah.)

(8) Hermione Granger [Harry Potter]. Hey look, a woman on this list! No, but seriously, listen. Listen. I love her so fucking much. She’s the only member of the Golden Trio that doesn’t drive me bonkers on a regular basis – I love you Harry and Ron, I do, but seriously, I want to strange both of you on the reg – and she might need to learn tact sometimes but she’s the only one who I think has anything resembling common-fucking-sense in that whole damn series. She’s smart, she’s brave, she’s clever, she’s a badarse, she’s stellar at everything she puts her mind to, she doesn’t give a fuck what you think, she’s passionate, she’s willing to be vulnerable and doesn’t think that makes her look weak, and she’s pretty much the only one keeping those two dumb idiots she calls best friends alive most of the time. She’s an interesting case where she grew up ‘normal’, in the sense that she had well-adjusted parents and a well-adjusted home life, but then got thrown into an absolute shitshow of war and all that, particularly a magical war where her best friend was the main target and she was also a main target just because she was Muggle-born.

Muggle-borns were targeted just because they existed, to be tortured and exterminated, and that makes it even more personal for me because I’m Jewish. Almost my entire family was exterminated during the Shoah (Holocaust) and the Occupation of France – I still remember listening to my grand-mère’s story and the tattoo on her arm is seared into my brain to this very day. I still remember all the stories, from her and all the others, some still alive but most gone now. Knowing what my people went through during the Occupation, what my countrymen went through during the Resistance...it is chilling and humbling to think of the parallels of what Muggle-borns like Hermione must’ve experienced and lived through during the Wizarding War, when they were being rounded up and tried in a mockery of a court, sent to prisons and tortured and murdered. How that must’ve weighed on her, the fear of her life and Harry’s life, her parents. I feel that fear every day even now. The parallels of the Shoah and the Wizarding War are very therapeutic to write about, and it’s a way to get my grand-mère’s story out too, because she’s gone now and there’s no one to tell her story to because no one cares to listen anymore. I get to write justice and victory and closure for her people because my family doesn’t get to have that peace – they’re in mass graves and gas chambers and labour factories where influencers and tourists with selfie sticks grin at their iPhones where my people died.

Anyway, Hermione Granger deserves the world, and that’s the fuckin’ tea.

(9) Sebastian Smythe [Glee]. This follows a lot of the same themes as Draco Malfoy, tbh: grew up with privilege and money, was a bit of an arse, blahblahblah, then had a world-changing moment in their life and altered their life for the better. The difference between the two is that Sebastian isn’t as fleshed out as Draco is – there are seven books and a lot of official and unofficial canon material for HP whereas Glee just had Sebastian for about twelve seconds. Still, Sebastian allegedly lived in Paris, which is gross as a person from southern France but is nevertheless France. In addition, he was also canonically gay, canonically kinky (at least verbally but likely in practise too), canonically promiscuous, and canonically unashamed about all those things, which was fucking insane in primetime television about high school students that was hugely popular amongst mainstream audiences in the United States. Seriously, Glee was massive in America.

I never read or wrote any fic centred around secondary school shit because again, that squicks me out, not really because of age stuff but because fuck secondary school, I hated that time of my life and I don’t want to revisit it even in fiction lol. Also, I didn’t go to ‘high school’ in the U.S. and the idea of doing copious amounts of research on the American high school education system is exhausting, ngl, especially since it seems like every single state and every single country and every single district does it differently. You lot are confusing as fuck. Anyway, I like the idea of taking what little we do know about Sebastian and fleshing out his character based off my own experiences growing up in France – though I grew up in superior half because fuck the north and especially Paris – and then making it more angsty lol. A lot of my love for him is because of self-projection, the ability to headcanon and fill in gaps, and because fanon exists, I guess. It’s kind of funny because I don’t particularly find Grant Gustin, the actor, attractive at all, but I find the character attractive, if that makes any sense. I dunno. Anyway, I ship him with Kurt and they can have a lot of kinky sex in between affectionate bickering and sarcastic bitchfests. Those are the best kinds of dynamics imo

(10) Haruno Sakura [Naruto]. Another woman! LMAO. Nah, but seriously, I love her, despite the epic amount of hate she gets in the Naruto fandom (and the horrible treatment she got in the actual source material, don’t get me fucking started). Forgive the crudeness, but I’m a cis guy who’s into sucking prick or getting reamed by said prick, so I don’t usually focus on women in the media I consume, but there’s something about Sakura that I really jived with when I was getting into Shippūden. She was admittedly annoying as hell and airheaded for a boy in the first arc because she had been essentially brainwashed to think that was what girls were supposed to do (g-d, I hate how girls are practically tailored and bred for boys, it’s awful, as a guy I can tell you that we’re all a bunch of morons) but then realised that she needed to pull her head out of her arse, take matters into her own hands, and protect the people around her as well as start cracking skulls open because men are stupid. Which, again, is true.

Sakura is amazing, hands down, and she is absolutely a one-hit badarse. She gets a lot of flak because shippers of their “faves” don’t like that she’s in the middle of their gay ship and that’s literally the only reason they hate her, which is fucking gross as a queer man who’s sick and tired of being fetishised. She cuts a lot of motherfuckers down with her fists, heals the sick and wounded, is wicked smart, doesn’t take any nonsense from anyone, and is just plain cool as hell. Another one of those interesting cases like Hermione in which Sakura comes from humble upbringings, then ended up on a team with a bunch of fucked-up misfits and got thrown in the middle of drama and then a huge war that she was a cornerstone of, and I love being able to dive into what that does to someone like that. It wasn’t as debilitating as Hermione’s situation was, since the entire cornerstone of the Fourth Shinobi World War was about the jinchūriki (like Naruto) and not people like Sakura herself (in contrast to the situation in HP), but it’s still delicious to writers and worldbuilding angst-monsters like me.

I also like fix-it fics, like, a lot, and I hate Sasuke, like, a lot, and the canon material did Sakura dirty by ruining her character development in one sweep by hooking her up with a psychopath who’s canonically an abusive and a megalomaniac, so. I have a lot of fun with that, despite the sheer amount of flames and death threats I get for writing it. Y’know, because people don’t understand nuance or the Three Laws of Fandom, and clearly haven’t read/watched the fucked-up source material that is the Naruto manga/anime. If they had, they’d chill tf out and find another hobby.

Anyway, that's all for this post, and this is the only the tip of the iceberg as to why I love these (fictional) characters. IRL people is a different post altogether. And this also turned into a novel. And personal. Oops. I hope this answered your question at least somewhat...possibly?? It’s a really difficult question and I don’t really connect with a character unless there’s significant emotional and personal attachment, so it kind of goes hand-in-hand, therefore it’s a long response and a bit TMI and Extra™. I’m also-also sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes; I have to start getting ready for work so I don’t have time to go over it again, English isn’t my first language, and I am in the middle of writing a figure skating AU for stevetony (it’s already at almost 70k and I’m only on chapter two of nine and I’ve only been writing for two months, please send help).

Toodles!

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solasan · 2 years

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20 - 29 + vórimë 💕

OC DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS

20. what is your oc’s personal hygiene like? is it important to them? what is their daily routine for this like?

it's as important to her as it is to most elves; she certainly doesn't like to go around stinking of horse or dirt — or, worse, sweat! — and if she happens to start feeling gross while on the road, she'll bathe in the rivers or lakes in her path. in rivendell, she keeps herself clean, which usually means at least two baths a day, since she spends the hours she isn't guarding arwen training to keep her combat skills sharp. but even by the time of the war of the ring, she's gone to war at least twice already, and war's a dirty, bloody thing, so it isn't like she'd find a bit of dirt so unbearable that she couldn't function.

21. are there any public events your oc would love to go to? concerts, plays, movies, parties, etc? what about ones that they would hate? why?

hmm this is a toughy, bc while i think that she does enjoy having a good time with the people she loves, crowds make her a little nervous. she enjoys celebrating nost-na-lothion while living in rivendell??? and i think she has an interest in plays/storytelling, but i couldn’t expand on that i dont think dshjdjssjkd. there’s no big public events that i can think of; maybe a vague interest in seeing aragorn crowned, but she’s a little busy helping mirkwood recover after the battle under the trees at the time to make the journey to minas tirith. oh!!! she probably regrets not being at arwen’s wedding / coronation?

22. how quiet or loud is your oc? are they easily capable of sneaking around without being heard, or do they feel it’s impossible to stop talking?

i'm sure she'd like to think that she's very sneaky, and in some ways, she is. she's good at blending into the background of events when The Important People are talking, courtesy of the ~2000 years she's spent as basically a glorified bodyguard. she can keep her breathing quiet, and her steps in the forest are so silent it'd be tough for the best hunter in middle earth to track her. but she doesn't have the patience for true, calculated stealth; vórimë’s the character in the horror movie that calls out “hello?” to the pitch-black hallway the murderer’s hiding in. she’d rather throw herself into a situation and get a proper handle on/understanding of it than lurk in the shadows.

23. how difficult is it for your oc to get to sleep? do they fall asleep the moment they hit the pillow, or do they have insomnia? any reason why?

it’s... not easy. as an elf, vórimë doesn’t need to sleep as much as a woman of rohan or gondor would, for example, so she’ll generally go a little longer without it than she probably should. when she does bed down for the night (usually at the suggestion of arwen or elrond in rivendell; thranduil or her closer companions among her soldiers in mirkwood), she usually has to resort to breathing techniques and counting exercises to lull her mind into resting, otherwise she’ll stay up half the night planning training exercises or guard rotations or god knows what else. she doesn’t have as many trauma-nightmares as she once did, at least, so those don’t keep her up at night to quite the same degree, but they happen occasionally. for the most part, she just has a very active mind.

24. how dramatic is your oc? do they make a big deal over every little thing, or do they fail to react to even the most crazy of events?

vórimë doesn’t seem dramatic at first glance — more formal and dutiful than anything, if maybe a little intense — but yeah, she can be. she’s proud and stubborn as a mule, and those she butts heads with (like thranduil, in the weeks leading up to the battle under the trees) are exposed to her dramatic side; she’s got quite the set of lungs on her. she won’t make a big deal over a sudden inconvenient but minor change (even if it’ll probably annoy her a bit), but if she feels particularly strongly about something — say, y’know, convincing the elvenking his realm’s in danger — she’ll unleash some oscar-worthy drama. she probably definitely threw something at thranduil’s head in the early days of their acquaintance.

25. how does your oc handle being sick? do they pretend not to be? do they complain a lot? how susceptible to getting sick are they?

she can’t actually get sick!! i suppose i’ll compromise and talk abt what would happen if she was poisoned though? which would be... nothing good. she’s a very “keep calm and carry on” type oc 🙄 she’d probably pretend everything was fine and dandy up until the moment she ended up passing out lmao. after getting better, she’d complain about being off her feet for so long and definitely throw herself back into the saddle too early, so to speak dhsdjk.

26. how stylistically fancy is your oc? or would they rather go for comfort and plainness instead?

honestly, vórimë likes pretty things!! i mean, i’m pretty sure that appreciation of aesthetics is a very elven trait? and she’s certainly not immune to that; she spends less time in gowns than most of her elf-woman kin, but that’s purely for practical reasons, not for a lack of appreciation. u can’t exactly fight in long skirts. but her armour is very well-kept and beautiful even before thranduil gifts her an honestly stunning set for her first departure from mirkwood post-war. her hair is usually very intricately braided to reflect her love of beauty, too, and she’s been known to wind flowers or leaves into it from time to time. the girl likes to look nice <3

27. what’s your oc’s preferred mode of transportation? walking, vehicle, (or in a sci-fi/magic setting) teleportation?

she prefers walking over riding a horse, but she’ll do either if she has to. she likes to be on her own two feet, always ready to move at a moment’s notice. carriages / carts make her feel a lil uncomfortable bc she needs to always be doing something, and she doesn’t like just sitting around and waiting.

28. is your oc always late, always early, or always right on time? is there any reason for this?

right on time; she’s pretty good at sticking to a routine / schedule, and she makes sure to keep herself very busy throughout the day. vórimë’s got a soldier’s regimented perception of time, i think, even if she does have much more of it available to her than a man or dwarf. but because it is so regimented, she’s not often early to things; she has things to do with the time she could be spending waiting around for things to start.

29. how empathetic is your oc? or are they closer to being a sociopath? any reason why?

pretty empathetic!!! she’s a very protective person — protective over arwen particularly, but also over all her people in rivendell, too — and that protectiveness stems from a genuine love for and connection with the people around her. she can be a little pridefully ignorant about men and dwarves (the latter particularly) but she still sees them as people; probably just... as children, rather than adults (on account of her age). seeing them in pain is, to her, like seeing a child in pain — and that discomfits her, she wants it to stop. she’s just seen a lot of ugliness over the years, and she doesn’t think that’s the way things should be — why have horror when you can have goodness?

#ch: vórimë #answered #chuckhansen #thank u sm airika i am hugging u SO TIGHTLY ilysm <33333 #these questions are rly good lmao im Learning Sm abt her as i go

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Ya know, even though I would genuinely and obsessively love a Silmarillion movie or animation, I also fear that thing because I fucking know that it would bring new and more hate towards characters that were considered like controversial or something. Like Indis (because of her marriage and Feanor's hate), Elwing and Earendil (because of the painful yet impactful choice they made), Thingol (cause of his ban and his flaws), Idril (and her treatment of Maeglin), Turgon (because he fucking loathes the feanorians) and many more who doesn't deserve the bad characterization. Why did I come to this conclusion? Because I saw @swanmaids's posts about Denethor II and found out that the Denethor II from the movie is a far cry from the canon/book. And don't get me started on Thranduil who is so badly written in The Hobbits (good design and all but damn they did Thranduil so dirty) so now I fear the bad characterizations and terrible interpretations of the characters and possibly more once there is a Silmarillion show/movie. What are your thoughts?

Honestly as someone who just passed through Denethor's death in ROTK I actually think the films got him pretty spot-on...most of his movie dialogue is lifted word-for-word or with minor modernizations from the book. Will have to check with Denethor fans about what they think was missed or altered.

But anytime you're seeing an adaptation of a novel, you're seeing the adaptation team's take on that novel, which will have things to agree with and love (Howard Shore's score for the LotR trilogy) and things to disagree with and dislike (The Hobbit films' portrayal of Thranduil). I know for instance that when the LotR trilogy was being released in theaters, there was a fuss kicked up by the book fandom because Aragorn and Arwen kiss on screen.

Personally I'm happy to never see a screen translation of The Silmarillion. It's something that's very near and dear to my heart and after The Hobbit trilogy and Jeff Bezos' vanity project over at Amazon, I'm not convinced anyone would do a good job with it. Silm is delightful just as it is and while I do think a faithful adaption could be done, it seems unlikely that that's what we'd get. I think we got very, very lucky with the LotR trilogy, a success they couldn't repeat even for The Hobbit, so I definitely would not count on a redo of that quality for Silm.

That said, I think with any screen adaptation of a book, there must be some leeway granted by fans--for instance, some of the dialogue swaps in the LotR trilogy make more sense given the shorter timeframe they had to tell the story and the parts of the book that had to be cut. I try not to lose my mind about every difference between book and film, but in some instances the changes do feel silly, or so many of them pile up the story feels noticeably different.

So yeah personally I'm happy never getting a screen adaptation of Silm; I don't think it needs one. That said, it could be done in a really amazing way, if there was a dedicated team without exec interference to pull it off.

#asks #anonymous

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saelwen · 5 years

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Lost in Middle-Earth

Thranduil x reader

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Summary: Y/n finds herself falling asleep after watching all the Lord of the rings movie on Friday night, tired after a week of studying and working. What will happen when she finds herself in the middle of a forest with orcs running after her

Warnings: None only Thranduil being a sassy bitch

Words:1,836

A/n : First of all I want to say thank you to everyone who like it this story! I really appreciate the support. You guys are awesome.

(Thranduil P.O.V)

I was sitting on my throne, waiting for Mithrandir to came in. I put my hand on my face, letting a sigh fall from my lips. What on the Valar it’s going on?! First there's a Human yelling that she is from another world and know Mithrandir appears of know where, saying that someone has arrive to Middle-Earth. This is crazy, so much had happened to me this millennium, the death of my wife, my son leaving me for seek adventure after the battle of the five armies and now this. If this little human right, why is she here?

The sound of doors opening interrupted my thoughts, I look up and see Mithrandir walk to the throne. I sit more straight, lifting my head high, “What is it this time, Mithrandir?” I said with a bored voice, “King Thranduil. I’ve come here to talk about a certain human that you found in your forest.” I sigh and shake my head “The human that was found in my forest it has lost her mind. Maybe the poison that the orc’s dagger had corrupted her, I wouldn’t be surprised since edain are so fragile and weak.” Mithrandir looks to me with a confused face “What do you mean she have lost her mind? What exactly it she saying?” I lift my right hand and start playing with the rings on my fingers “When she woke up, she looked confused and afraid but when I ask her which village that was she from, she said ‘I’m not from this world’. Tell me Mithrandir, do you believe her?” he looks down, seeming lost in thoughts. He begins murmuring something under his breath, “She might be right...The Valar had send me a message saying that Eru himself have send a special human from another realm to Middle-Earth. I think she was sent to help since the One Ring have been found.” with this information I stand up “How was this possible? How Sauron have managed find the One Ring?” I said with panic in voice “The hobbit that was charge of bring the ring to Rivendell was found by the Nazgul's but a ranger succeed to bring him there.” a hobbit? Who would let a hobbit take the One Ring to Rivendell? “King Thranduil if you don’t mind, could I have a word with this human?” I think for a while, how could this human had been sent by Eru? I nod in approval and I tell the guards to bring the human.

(Y/n P.O.V)

The sound of the cell door opening woke me up, I look up and see an elf barging in “W..What’s happening?” I said with a weak voice. The elf grabs me by the arm and force me to stand up “The King wish to see you.” oh shit where we go again, the guard took me out of the cell and lead me to the throne room. During the trip there, I notice how beautiful this place is. The huge pillars decorate with beautiful elven symbols, the bridges were so elegant like I never seen in my life. I was so captivated with the place that didn't notice that we have arrive.

The big doors open and the guard lead me over where the throne was it. There sitting was of course Thranduil, in all of his glory, with an arrogant smirk. The guard throw me and I fall on my knees in front of the throne, a little cry falls from my lips as my body it still hurts from all the stuff have happen to me. Suddenly I feel a comforting warm hand on my back, I look up and see an old man offering me his hand, I took it and whisper a small thank you. He gives me a warm smile, making his skin wrinkles in the corners of his mouth, as I stand up, I took a good look at him, he is wearing a grey robe with a pointy grey hat, he has long dirty grey hair and a long beard. Wait...This is Gandalf!! I try calm down my inner fangirl. Jesus I can’t believe that Gandalf it’s right in front of me, “Hello young one.” he said with a calm voice “I hope you are feeling better.” I nod “Hello Gandalf The Grey. I could be better if the elvenking haven’t throw into a dungeon.” last words I said with venom as I look to Thranduil, who was now with a frown on his face, as for Gandalf, his face was priceless, his mouth was haging open and his eyes were wide open, I would laugh my ass out but that would make me look like a crazy woman. Gandalf gives a little cough, “I’m sorry My Lady but how do you know my name?” ohhhh right... fuck how I'm going to say that Middle-Earth is fiction story in my world? “Ahh well you see I'm from another world and in there Middle-Earth is just a story. Don’t ask me how I got here because I don’t know. All I know is that I woke up in the middle of a forest, attacked by an orc and then woke up again here. Please you have to believe me!” I plead to him, I hear Thranduil groan and almost feel him rolling his eyes, Christ I hate him, “Calm down child...i believe you.” at this I feel my body relax from happiness “You do?” he nods “Yes...If you know so much about our world, then you understand the dangers that live in it.” he said with a serious voice, I nod, feeling a bit afraid now that I think of all the creatures that live here. “Ok then. King Thranduil I need you take this lovely lady as your guest a while I go find more answers about this...strange event.” Thranduil makes a weird face “Why do I have to taker in? Take her to rivendell or something.” wow what a charming King, I roll my eyes and cross my arms “I don’t need to be protect by greedy king, I can go to the near village or something.” if look could kill, I would be dead right now, the look that Thranduil is giving me was cold and angry, “No...ahhh I'm sorry what's your name, My Lady?” Gandalf ask with a guilty voice, “My name is Y/n.” he nods “Okay Y/n, you can’t go wonder around Middle-Earth, it’s too dangerous for a human like you. Here it’s the safest place for you right now.” I huff and nod, I know that I'm being childish but I can’t stand that sassy king, I'm certain that he is going my live here difficult. Gandalf bow to him and then turns to me “Hope you have a lovely day Y/n.” then he closes the distance between us and whisper in my ear “And good luck with him, I think he needs someone like you.” with that he leaves with a small smile. I stand there with a shocked face. Very funny Gandalf. Thranduil lift up from his throne and walk towards me, “Listen well woman, I don’t want you walking around on my kingdom, you only leave your room with my guards and you will always accompany me on dinner. Am I clear?” I sigh, I've known that this would happen, he would never let me alone, walking around in his kingdom, “Yes, your highness.” I said sarcastically “Good. Tauriel will show you to your new room.” as he said that a beautiful woman enters the room, waiting for me by the door. I nod and walk towards her, thinking of what hell did I get myself into?!

(Thranduil P.O.V)

I had to control my anger when Mithrandir said the human had to stay here. Why in the hell she has to stay here? What if she is a danger to my kingdom? If something happens it will Mithrandir fault.

Watching Y/n leaving the room, I notice how small she is, her h/c makes a beautiful contrast with her soft s/c skin, with those big e/c eyes. She is definitely one of the most beautiful human I’ve seen in my life, she almost looks like an elf. I shake my head, what happen to me? I’ve never been attracted to another woman since my wife died. Ahhh I have to get those thoughts out of my head. I leave the throne room to my bedroom.

I enter in my bedroom and close the door with all my strength, making a loud sound. I take my robe and throw it to bed, I put my crown on the small table and go fill a cup of wine, drowning my stress and rage that this human has caused.

(Y/n P.O.V)

Tauriel show me my room and tell me that she will get me when the it’s dinner time and with that she leaves me alone in my new room.

I look around me, seeing that the room was HUGE, almost the same size of my small apartment. The room was lovely decorated, the theme color was green forest and a light brown. There is a king size bed with soft green blankets, in the other corner of the room was a huge wardrobe, I walk there and open it, a gasp escapes from my lips as I see that it’s fills of beautiful dresses, am I supposed to wear this? Well I wouldn’t mind it. Closing the wardrobe, I walk to the small balcony, there I could see almost all Mirkwood land, if I've got my phone here, I would take some awesome photos. I sit on the chair and take a deep breath, why am I here? Did anyone back home miss me? I bet that b/f/n is freaking out. I close my eyes, letting all my body melt into the chair. Well I have some time until dinner, so I just might sleep a little. Letting sleep take over me, I could hear all the live in the forest, like I was the animals themselves. I fall asleep cuddling to a soft pillow on the chair, forgetting all the crazy stuff it had happen in those two days.

Hey everyone!!! Here is part 2. Hope you like it!! I’m sorry if the some grammatical error, english it’s not my first language and I have dyslexia so be kind 😊 This series will be slow burn for not jump all the action all the sudden, it will have smut so be warned. Thanks for all the support and good feedback. Feel free to tell me what you think!! XOXO

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theartofbeinganeldar · 4 years

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The Art of Being An Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 3

Summary: You, a fantasy-loving LARPing human from Earth, got dropped into a fantasy land that seems familiar to you, but you had no recollection of it. Lord Fabulous Elvenking gave you three days to find the portal that would take you home with the aide of Blue-Eyes and a host of Elves, but what you found instead was the portal was closed for another thousand years. On the way back, you saved Legolas's life, prompting Thranduil to grant you freedom, and after, you finally realized where you were; Middle-Earth. Thranduil summons the council, which is made up of powerful wizards and Elves, to decide what should be done with you...

Chapter No.: Chapter 3

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I think Pippin's song matches the reader's situation very much, which is why I use it so often. I mean, your character fell from everything they know, their "home," and now they can't go back, but now they have this whole magical world and life ahead of them... Grief and sorrow, but things to look forward to in the future.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

When you woke up, you found yourself blinded by a stupidly bright light that singed your retinas off. "What the hell?" You shielded your eyes as you tried to find the source.

Oh.

It was Thranduil, and beside him, Legolas, the two so bright they could be hung on your porch as bug-zappers.

Ohhhh...

You were in Middle-Earth. Right. Without any memory of it except for bits and pieces. You did remember that you'd watched the movies so many times that you could've recited each line in your sleep and then some, but you couldn't remember anything but what pieces you randomly dreamed of or remembered, which were already starting to fade.

"Hi. Can I help you with something in my half-starved state?"

Blue-Eyes desperately fought a smirk. Thranduil was less impressed. "My son tells me you lost consciousness because of a lack of sustenance. What sort of repayment is that for my favor to you, may I ask?"

You cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse the fuck outta you, Thrandy, but I just learned about a week and a half ago I'd never see my family again. Forgive me if I got upset."

Blue-Eyes turned his head away, trying really hard not to laugh...

"Also," You went on with a forced cocky smile, "I just learned that I'm in Middle-Earth. Where I come from, all this-- the palace, the land, even your fancy Elven toilets-- were created by some old guy called J. R. R. Tolkien, collectively referred to as 'Jrrt.' Now, I don't remember a goddamn thing except for bits and pieces of dialogue and song, even though I knew the stories by heart."

Thranduil and Blue-Eyes-- who was no longer trying not to laugh-- eyed each other suspiciously. "You knew of this place in your world?"

You nodded. "It's very well-known. But, everybody thinks it's fiction. Unaccesible. And be glad about that, too, because if there were a well-known way to get here, there'd be lots of war, new diseases, and this place would be turned to shit, too."

Thranduil stared at you for a minute, before abruptly turning to Legolas. "Son, I am off to the throne room. I shall summon the council at once."

You waited until he left to ask what that meant.

Blue-Eyes smiled slightly. "Meaning, he is not quite certain what should be done with you. The council is made up of some of the oldest and wisest of Middle-Earth, including the wizards and those of my kin, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien, and Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. Do any of those names sound familiar to you?"

You shrugged. "It doesn't matter if they sound familiar or not. I never remember what anybody looks like. I just get an eerie sense of deja vu."

Blue-Eyes raised an eyebrow. "Deja... Vu?"

You sat up more, rolling your eyes. "It means having a sense of familiarity, like, really strongly. Whatever. Tell me who the wizards are."

Blue-Eyes sat at the end of your bed. "The most powerful of the wizards is Saruman the White, who resides in Isengard, on the edge of Fangorn Forest and the Gap of Rohan. The second is Mithrandir, who is most commonly known as Gandalf the Gray by most folk. The third is the much less-known-of and reclusive Radagast the Brown, but I doubt my father will request his presence; he dislikes his excessive behavior." He raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard of them?"

You nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah. So if I'm an Elf, do I like, have to learn how to act like an Elf, or should you let these really important people decide what to do after they've seen who I am?"

"The latter," Blue-Eyes specified, "But it would still be beneficial to learn Elvish. It should take them quite awhile to arrive; between now and then, you should learn as much of it as possible, after I've given you a tour of Mirkwood."

You made a wheel-like motion with your hands. "After I've eaten and taken a bath, I know."

Blue-Eyes patted your leg. A jolt of electricity shot from where he touched you. What the hell? "Good," He stood and started to leave the room. "I will leave you to your own; there is food on the nightstand, and after, a bath across the bridge there," He pointed, and as you looked across the way seen Elves.

Bathing.

Blushing, you looked to Blue-Eyes wildly. "I-I'm supposed to take a bath with other people."

Blue-Eyes frowned in confusion. "Do you not, from your world?"

"Um, no. We all bathe alone. Where I come from, one's own body is considered... Private, to everybody except your doctor or significant other."

"Oh, I see. I could have a private bath prepared for you, if you wish for it," He answered with a smile. "Even here, we may want to bathe on our own to relax. It would not be a problem." He sneered down at you. "I would not want you bathing in the shared springs anyway. You'd dirty the whole lot of them."

With a very childish glare, you stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to have the oddest look he'd had yet. You'd noticed something about him; he had the unique ability to create a range of dynamically comical expressions. "What are you doing?"

You took up a dramatically serious tone. "I am expressing the 'fuck you' gesture in an immature and childish manner used worldwide, even among the youngest." With that, you stuck your tongue out again.

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well, then, Sairen, your bath will be ready for you when you are finished with your meal. I will send someone for you in an hour, if that suits you."

"That suits me perfectly fine, but I beg your fucking pardon, was that 'fuck you' in Elvish?"

Legolas grinned. "Not at all, mellon. It means 'fiery' in our tongue."

"Okay." A wry smile spread across your face. "That I can deal with. But what does 'melon' mean? Both you and Tauriel have called me that so far."

Legolas smiled as he began to close the double-doors, though what they did to block you when the room had only two-foot tall walls, you had no idea. "Mellon. It means, 'my friend.'"

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as he smiled-- for once, genuinely-- at you. You found yourself smiling back as he closed your doors. When he was gone, your smile toned down a bit, and you took a long, deep breath.

You were still upset. Very. On the inside, you felt torn to pieces. You figured it would be a long, long time before you grief lessened, if it ever did. But now that you knew where you were... It was different. You were sure of something. Where you were, and the fact that the Firemoon Portal would only open every thousand years. If you went back then, you'd already be connected to this world, and everyone in it. If time passed the same, your family would be gone, and you'd be mortal again, without a way to wait for the portal to reopen so that you could return to your new friends here.

But... You knew your family. They'd never forget you, and never stop grieving your loss. But, if they thought you might be somewhere better than Earth, and there was no way back... They'd want you to be happy. They'd want you to make a new life. They wouldn't want you to waste your life starving yourself.

You'd miss them... More than anything...

But for now...

You moved the silver platter on your nightstand to your lap, and started eating.

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

And there are many paths to tread...

***

"No, no," Tauriel corrected you. "Mae govannen."

"Mae govAHnnen."

Tauriel bit back an exasperated sigh. "Well... You're close enough."

You'd been in Mirkwood for nearly a month now, not counting the days of your imprisonment and searching for the portal. You wondered what made Thranduil (Who you still called 'Lord Fabulous' on occassion.) release you and treat you as an Elf, and as it turns out, it was Blue-Eyes himself.

Speaking of, you hadn't seen him in days... He kind of... Disappeared. There was still talk of him, and no one seemed to be worried, so you weren't; for Elves that lived forever, you bet anything that he had princely exploring and regular adventuring to do to keep him occupied.

Around the time he left, Tauriel approached you and asked if you knew any Elvish. Aside from sairen and mellon, you knew less than zero. Apparently, it was considered good Elven manners to at least speak a greeting to guests in their own language, despite what Leggy had said. Meaning, to different members of the council, you had to speak a greeting in Quenyan-- which was different from Sindarin, the most common Elvish language-- Common, and Sindarin. You'd memorized the lines, but it was the pronunciation that really befuddled your non-billingual ass.

Now, you'd pretty much gotten the Quenyan greeting: Mae govannen. It meant well met or something along those lines, but you had to add Lord Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. I am at your service. Which was much longer and much more complicated. All in all, it pretty much came out to, Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume.

English (Common.) was equally as long: Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it.

And lastly, to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, you had to say the most: And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled.

And to you, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, a star shines upon the hour of our meeting. I am blessed from your coming.

It was all a mouthful. A regal, elegant mouthful, but a mouthful that your tongue had trouble forming. In addition to all the greetings, you had to address them each in order; first Elrond, then the wizards, then Galadriel and Celeborn at once.

They'd arrived a few days ago, but you hadn't actually been summoned yet. You wondered what Thranduil had told them about you so far. He seemed like the type to exaggerate and make shit up: They're nothing but an abomination! They almost killed Legolas! They tried to kill me! They're dangerous and should be restrained! They toilet-papered my throne room!

The elaborate horns blowing signaled something evidently important; Tauriel's face lit up. "Mellon, it is Legolas! He has returned!"

Despite yourself, your heart jumped like a schoolgirl's. Blue-Eyes was back! "Really?! How do I look? Does it look like I've been taking care of myself?" Legolas would kill you if you weren't. Over the weeks, the blue hair dye had left your hair, returning it to its [h/c] color, even if you did still spike it up-- you'd been an outcast your whole life, so having short spiky hair when everybody else had long, flowing hair made you feel at home. You were dressed in dark browns, nearly blacks, in an outfit very similar to a tunic over leggings, knee-high boots, and all finished up with a long jacket, closed with Elven buckles.

"You look fine, [Y/N]," Tauriel assured you absentmindedly, and the two of you trotted down the many, many stairs and bridges to get to the massive front doors of the palace.

Thranduil and a host of other Elves were greeting Legolas, who looked as if he'd been in Sparkle Land for the last couple weeks. His clothes were in prestine condition. His hair was perfectly plaited away from his face. He wore a faint smile, as if whatever he'd been doing hadn't been stressful at all.

You and Tauriel arrived just as Thranduil finished speaking. "And you failed to locate them?"

Legolas held himself regally. "My apologies, my king. It will not happen again."

Thranduil glared down at him. "I should hope not. You will leave again in three days' time, after you have properly greeted our guests." As Thranduil spun on his heel to leave, Blue-Eyes bowed, rising up again as he seen you and Tauriel.

"Tauriel," He said, his face lighting up. She bowed slightly; apparently Elves didn't hug. He grinned snarkily when he seen you. "And [Y/N]. Last I saw you, your hair was strangely sky-hued."

You scoffed. "You can't even say sky-colored? You have to say sky-hued? Stupid Elves and their fancy ways. Good to see ya anyway, Blue-Eyes, even if you're a priss."

"I believe you mean prince."

You laughed, but it faded when he turned to Tauriel and started speaking in Elvish. He lead her away, talking, leaving you on your own. Your face fell. You wanted to tell him that you knew some greetings. You wanted to say you wanted to go with him when he left again. And the fact that you were already alone here only amplified the feeling of... Jealousy? Disappointment?

You watched them leave for a minute, before deciding you'd take a walk in the Mirkwood-- maybe it'd clear your mind. You nearly rammed into an Elf in turning around. "Whoops."

"Nothing to apologize for," the Elf said; thankfully, they'd caught on to Earth slang and understood you most of the time, instead of just assuming you were insulting them. "Thranduil Elvenking has summoned you to his councilroom. The council awaits you."

Your mouth went dry. All the feelings about Legolas ignoring you vanished in an instant. Oh shit. "I-I don't know where that is. You'll take me there, right?"

"Of course," Said the Elf, and lead the way through the twisting halls. He stopped before the one room of the palace that was actually sealed off from the rest besides the dungeons, with doors almost as big as the ones that lead out of the palace. "Here you are. They're waiting for you." He smiled slightly. "A word of advice for the introductions: let King Thranduil introduce you to them before you say your greetings." You bowed slightly in the Elven way as you thanked him.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous as hell. Meeting a bunch of people, really important people... You'd met some important people before: soldiers were the main ones you'd met, aside from a couple of astronauts. Other than that...

Taking a hugely amplified deep breath, you opened the door.

Inside was a wide winding staircase lit by gorgeously-crafted Elven wall sconces of stained glass and copper metalwork shaped into vines. Every step seemed to echo, and when you reached the top of the staircase, your breath was ripped from you. It was a pavilion. A pavilion in the one place you loved above all else: the sky.

Rails kept anybody from falling off, and it was roofed, so that you could come up here even in the rain. Birds chirped melodiously, and from here, you felt as if you could see all of Middle-Earth. Behind you was a huge mountain range-- you'd never seen mountains before. They were beautiful, snow-capped, and gigantic; the Misty Mountains, obviously. All around you, stretching as far as you could see south and a long way east and west and north, was the Mirkwood, and to the west and north were vast plains, hills, and valleys. Leaves, gold and copper, swirled around the pavilion, giving it an ethereal look. To the west, where you were facing, was a silver lake, wide and glittering in the midday sun. Standing tall and proud beside it was Erebor, home to the King Under the Mountain; currently, Thror. You didn't know why that name seemed so important, though.

You must've turned around in at least a dozen three-sixties, trying to take in what you were seeing. Even if you didn't remember most of it, here you were. You were seeing it, for real and for true, in person, in the home of one of the most revered Elves of Middle-Earth. It seemed unreal, like at any moment, you'd wake up.

A bird, queerly tame, flitted up by your face and up into the rafters; she carried food for her young, and you watched them with a smile, still in disbelief of the views.

A long sigh snapped you out of your trance. Shit. Thranduil waved at you absentmindedly. "Are you daft, vermin? I just introduced you to the council."

"O-oh--"

"Now, now, Thranduil," A wizard chuckled warmly; he wore blue and gray robes, with an immense beard and long hair. Gandalf. "If they really are of another world, then they are obviously stunned by the land. Have you not shown them their new home properly?"

Thranduil nobly facepalmed.

Meanwhile, you realized that it wasn't just Gandalf sitting there smoking his pipe.

Another wizard, this one with long, straight white hair and an equally perfect white beard, in blinding white robes with a white staff: Saruman the White. You didn't know why you got bad vibes from this guy. Beside him sat another Elf, casually, an ankle on his knee and an elbow resting on his higher leg to hold up his head with two fingers. He wore robes of brown and purple, and his long brown hair was held back with a silver Elvish circlet. That had to be Elrond; he looked amused, so you felt kind of relieved. On his left sat a guy who practically glowed, with long blonde hair and white and blue robes. Celeborn. Standing off to the side, with a kind smile like Gandalf, in a billowy white dress with a beautiful Elven circlet made of fine chains and teardrop jewels was a woman, a she-Elf, putting off wisdom-vibes stronger than Gandalf's. Her curling golden hair went well past her waist, and she held herself regally. Out of everyone in this room, she seemed to be the oldest, and the most knowledgeable.

Your Elvish greetings flew right out of your head for a minute, before Thranduil reintroduced you. "This is the council. With us are wizards Saruman the White and Gandalf the Gray, Lord Elrond of House Rivendell, and Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Councilmembers, this is [Y/N], the one who appeared from a portal we knew nothing of-- and if I must repeat this once more, I swear to the Valar, I shall throw you off of this pavilion."

Gandalf actually chuckled at that, as did Elrond, while Celeborn cracked a smile. Galadriel seemed to find this all regally amusing. You bowed like Tauriel had showed you. At least, you'd mastered that part. "Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume. Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it. And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled."

Elrond looked impressed. "Well, Thranduil, you have certainly trained them well." Thranduil watched you with wide eyes. He hadn't known of your lessons. Suck it, Lord fucking Fabulous.

Celeborn bowed his head. "Your pronunciation is nearly perfect. Well done, young one. However, I doubt you know much else of our tongue yet, so for your sake, we shall converse in Common, if that suits you."

You almost said, It does. Thanks! But that sounded too disrespectful. "Thank you very much." You smiled, and took a seat when Thranduil waved you to the only empty one aside from Galadriel's.

Saruman started off with a wary tone. "Thranduil tells us you come from another world. Is this true?"

Out of the corner of your eyes, you seen Thranduil roll his eyes. "Yes, sir. I come from a place called Earth."

The councilmembers exchanged glances. "That sounds strikingly similar to Middle-Earth," Said Gandalf, and raised an eyebrow. "Are there any similarities between this world, and yours?"

You shook your head sadly. "Not anymore. My people ruined it. There aren't many places like this anymore."

Saruman stiffened. "Then what happens if your people find the portal? Surely, they will try to ruin this, as well?"

You made a face. "They would, yeah, but my people are also really stupid. It'd take a stupid accident and a lot of chance to fall through that portal again, and Legolas said that it only opened once every time a Firemoon happens."

"Legolas?" Elrond asked, curiously, as if this hadn’t been mentioned before. Of course it hadn’t.

You nodded, unsure of why you suddenly had to fight a flush at the mention of his name. "He helped me find the portal with some of his Elven friends when I first got here. We found writing-- he said it was used before the time of even Gondolin. I don't know when that is; is that a long time ago?"

"Very," Replied Gandalf. "Odd... A portal of that magnitude would have to be created by wizards of some sort, especially at such a time..."

A thought suddenly popped into your head. "Some people think we have magic," You piped up, and all eyes were suddenly on you. "But it never works. Not effectively. Just standard hocus-pocus and the power of suggestion. But hundreds of years ago, there was this really mysterious guy who they say really did have magic, which he used to help others. His name was Merlin; he looked kinda like you, Gandalf. But he was in another country, where I come from; where I was when I fell wasn't anywhere near where he traveled."

Saruman narrowed his bird-like eyes. "Then what relevance is this?"

"Because if there was one wizard like you guys in the past," You pointed out, "Why couldn't there be others? There's so much we don't know about history-- we're more intent on wiping out what we don't understand. What if the wizards traveled between worlds and time? Hell, they could be you guys from the future, and it just hasn't happened yet."

"They have a point, Saruman," Gandalf agreed, much to your relief. You didn't think they'd understand the concept of time travel.

"There is nothing we can do about the portal now," Elrond said decisively. "It is closed, and if we tried to destroy it, we could only do damage. It is an easy enough position to defend; should an army come through, they'd have only one entryway."

"Says who?" Saruman challenged. "There could be other portals we do not know of, some that people have not had the misfortune of falling into yet. How do we know that this invader is not a spy to seek out these portals and prepare them for war?"

You fought a sigh. Damn this small-minded son of a bitch... You tried to think of something smart ass to say, but nothing fit the situation.

"They are not, Saruman." Lady Galadriel's voice was sudden, light, and smooth, like honey. It radiated outward with an undeniable power that could make anybody listen to her. "Their thoughts do not lead there." Shit. I mean crap. I mean dang. Mind reader. "They are afraid, and worried... They miss the family they left behind, but they are willing to make a life here, since they have no way of returning."

You nodded. "My thanks, my lady."

Lady Galadriel bowed her head in response.

"Build a life?" Saruman inspected you carefully from where he sat. "You are nothing but an infiltrator. Why should we allow you a place among the citizens of Middle-Earth?"

"It does not have to be here," Thranduil pointed out, and your heart shot to your ankles. "You have an unfortunate habit of collecting needy strays, Elrond; why don't you take them with you when you return to Rivendell?"

Elrond shot him a glare.

Um, I think the fuck not. Lady Galadriel, tell them I say no! Tell them I want to stay here! You thought of the views, and of... of Blue-Eyes...

"Perhaps they should be isolated," Saruman said. "Somewhere they cannot concoct any mischief. Rohan is quite strict, as Gondor is watchful. Either would suffice. Perhaps centuries of isolation in Isengard itself would keep them in line."

"Maybe the Shire would be good for them," Gandalf said. "The hobbits are quite peaceful little creatures. Then again, if isolation is what we are looking for, then Laketown couldn't be better. Or Dale; the dwarves don't let anyone commit any mischief from Erebor."

I don't want to leave...

"Lothlorien would perhaps be suitable," Celeborn added. "Or, maybe even the mines of Moria. I do not have much love for dwarves, but they would be kind enough to them."

"What," Interrupted Galadriel, "Does the subject of our conversation think of this?"

Silence fell. You took a deep breath. "I... I'd like to stay here." You seen Thranduil's head turn slowly to look at you, and you could hear him thinking, the fuck did you just say? "Please, my lord."

A tense silence fell over the room. Finally, Thranduil sighed. "I do not want you here, invader. You would have to prove your loyalty and skill beyond a shadow of a doubt."

You perked up. "Legolas is going on some super-secret missions, right? Maybe I could go with him. You trust him of all people to tell you the truth about me, right? So maybe I could prove myself then."

Thranduil thought about this for a moment. "Legolas is hunting for the orcs who are trying to overtake our borders. He found them, but he let them escape, even though they were a small group. He is leaving in three days with reinforcements; you may join him."

You almost visibly sagged with relief. Almost.

"However," Thranduil added, "If I find his report unsatisfactory, you will go with one of the councilmembers and leave Mirkwood. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

Elrond nodded to you. "You would have a home in Rivendell. It is the last safe haven of the Elves in Middle-Earth." He gave Thranduil a pointed sideways glance. "My people are welcoming and kind. They would be glad to have you." With a slight roll of his eyes, he gestured to Gandalf. "And of course, Mithrandir..."

Gandalf looked excited. "I would take you on my journeys with me, if you so desired. First, I would take you to the Shire. Very nice people, those hobbits. And of course, dwarves would be next."

"I thank you both," You smiled slightly, and you truly were grateful, but... "Then it is settled," Thranduil said authoritively. "Elrond, Gandalf, you are welcome to stay here until Legolas returns."

"I would be grateful," Elrond said, but Gandalf defiantly snorted. "I, dear Elvenking, already have arranged for lodgings in Laketown. Send for me once they arrive, so that I may know what I must do."

You felt buoyed a little. Gandalf didn't one-hundred-percent think you'd fail. And you wouldn't. You'd kick ass. You'd save Blue-Eyes's ass again. You'd come back triumphant, and Thranduil would have to let you stay.

Wouldn't he?

Thranduil left first with Elrond and Celeborn, followed by Gandalf and Saruman closely. Galadriel looked out over to the lake, all shiny and pretty and with her hair billowing majestically. "Why do you wish to stay among those who do not wish for your presence?"

You were stunned by the question. "I-I don't know... I've lived all my life an outcast... The hated one... I've just grown used to it. Being somewhere where people would be nice to me makes me uncomfortable. But there are a couple of people nice to me, and that's enough."

Galadriel was silent for a moment. "You think of him."

"Uhhh..."

"The prince."

You did blush this time. "I-I don't--"

"You are one of the Eldar now, mellon," Galadriel stated slowly. "Eldar only fall in love once. I have known many who have been broken by that which is unrequited. Do not be one of them."

You thought about her words for a second. "I don't love him... I don't even have like a crush on him or anything..." I've only known him for a couple days, overall.

Galadriel nodded slightly into the breeze. "Sieze it, if the chance arises. But if it does not, or if you do not think it will... I advise you to seek for a home elsewhere." You got the gist. If I do fall for him on my mission, and I know it won't go anywhere... Leave, even if I succeed.

Your heart was heavy at that thought, but you knew she was right. "Thank you, my lady."

"You need not thank a friend for giving advice." She smiled at you, and you left the pavilion with a deep bow, trying desperately not to let your heartstrings fall apart.

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Secret Scarves Pt 9

Mentions of Abuse, Sex

Dwalin caught your gaze as he turned back from the door, dropping his crossed arms, “What?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Really?”

“You’re practically my Cousin now, I’m…”

“What, safeguarding my Maidenhood?” Waving your hands out from your sides slightly as Eomer snorted and Boromir barked out a laugh as he took his spot on the couch again.

“So you’re still intact then?”

You rolled your eyes as Eomer whacked his arm, “Yes, I’m still ‘intact’, what gave you the idea otherwise?”

“Today, you were…” waving his hands in small circles as Boromir and Eomer both leaned closer to him waiting for what he’d seen, “I’ll say, interested, and flirting with both of them…”

“Dwalin, since when haven’t I been…”

“You showed it though, that you did, had we not all been there you’d have torn their clothes off, that’s how you were acting.” You didn’t know why but you felt a tear roll down your cheek, before your lip quivered and his mouth quickly dropped open as they all came over to you gently placing their hands on you comforting you with pats and rubbing circles on your back, “Now I didn’t mean it like that, I’d never mean it like that. You’re just so, new to all this, I don’t want to see you get pushed too fast.”

You nodded and wiped your tears away, “I know. You just don’t get it though.”

“Try me.”

You glanced at Bormoir, “Tell him, they’re all just one big walking talking flirting buffet. Each of you is just screaming pick me, give me a bite, you don’t get it…” He let out a huff and wiped away the next tear that fell, giving you small smile.

“I get it, and you have to understand, that we might be all a buffet, but Love, you’re the best steak we’ve ever seen. You’ve got a whole pack of tall, intelligent, strong, well established Men trying to woo you. I can see it, but I’m on your side, be as free and as flirty and loving as you want, but I won’t hesitate to break the Man that tries too hard to jump the line.”

Boromir nudged his side, “He should know, he was ready to break a few knees to claim you himself.”

Eomer hugged your side tightly, “We love you Sis.” He was about to say something when his phone buzzed, he pulled it out and you said, “You can go, I’ll be fine.” He quickly nodded, kissing your forehead, “Let me know if you need anything.” Before heading out.

Dwalin took a deep breath as he led you to the couch and said, “So, do you want to talk about last night?”

You let out a sigh and headed for the couch leaning against the arm of it as Boromir sat on the floor in front of you and Dwalin sat next to you pulling your legs into his lap and laying his arms across them, “We went to the gym, had dinner, kissed, snuggled, slept.”

Dwalin nodded his head slightly, “Mhmm..?”

You rolled your eyes, before you rubbed your face, grumbling, “What do you want me to say?”

He took in a deep breath before he let it out, “You can talk to me about anything. Even this.”

You laid your hands on your stomach, meeting his curious gaze, “I don’t even know how to describe it…”

He nodded and shifted a bit leaning slightly harder against the back of the couch, “Ok, you kissed.” Starting to count out on his fingers, “Snuggled.”

Boromir jumped in quickly, “Ok let me ask this, was it mutual?”

“He..sort of focused on me the whole time…”

They both nodded as Dwalin said, “Okay, clothes on or off?”

“Underwear, my bottoms stayed on, so did his.”

Boromir, “Oral?”

“No, just..um…”

Dwalin, “Hands then?”

You nodded and Boromir asked, “Did you use that trick I told you about?” Asking with a quick wink.

Dwalin shifted glancing between you two curiously, “Trick? You’ve been teaching her? How?!”

Boromir shot him a serious glance raising an eyebrow, “Don’t even. We lived together for years, she’s caught me dozens of times, she got curious.”

Dwalin’s tone lowered, “How?!”

You jumped in, “He took me shopping, got me a toy, I was only 18. I mean honestly you can only see a guy on his knees so many times before asking what’s so enjoyable about it.”

Making Dwalin nod, “True.”

“I wanted, to at least know something, when I finally got into a relationship.”

Dwalin, “That’s understandable.”

Boromir tapped your shoulder with an excited grin, “So, did you try it?”

Your voice cracked slightly before you spoke, “I didn’t really do much of anything.”

Boromir smiled as he rested his chin In his palm happily, “Even better! You enjoyed it?”

You gave a slight nod as your cheeks heated up as you glanced up at Dwalin who was giving you a gentle smile with a happy twinkle in his eyes as he said, “Good. He was alright with it just being about you?”

“It was his idea, I guess, there wasn’t much talking, and I may have missed a hint of something possibly, I’m not sure.”

Boromir leaned in again, “What sort of talking, I don’t really picture him as a dirty sex talk type of guy.?”

Dwalin’s eyebrow twitched as he held his smile in place, trying to stay in his supportive role, “He asked permission, a few times.”

Dwalin relaxed, “Really, Good.” Nodding slightly again, “Either way, you enjoyed it, I know he enjoyed it, and knowing him I think his main focus will always be on you in bed.”

Boromir nudged your shoulder, “Some Men enjoy that more, giving rather than receiving, I think that might be his thing from what I can tell from my time around him so far.”

Dwalin, “If it helps, I think Thorin would be alright with sharing you if you wanted. I tried to grill Thranduil earlier and he jumped to his defense saying it was just your business.”

You, “What did he say?”

Dwalin, “Mentioned you talking about your lotion, how silky smooth it made your legs and that you kissed him.”

Your tone dropped slightly as your face went blank, “He didn’t say anything else?”

He rubbed your legs, leaning in a bit giving you a conforting smile, “Just by the way he dropped his papers when he spotted you, then flinched when he spotted us, and the look when he looked between you and Thorin he enjoyed it. He looked like he was still shaking from it too.”

Making his smile grow causing your smile to come back a little, Boromir rested his head on your side, “So, morning after, he was still just as caring?”

You blushed again, making curious smirks slide across their faces, “He sort of had to be, I couldn’t get up.”

Boromir straightened up and scooted closer to you with another ecstatic grin, “How many orgasms did you have?”

As Dwalin leaned in closer with a slightly shocked and curious look, “How long did he spend on you?”

Your face felt like it was on fire as you drew in a deep breath, and you answered in a soft squeak, “5..” Their mouths opened slightly, Dwalin stayed in shock as Boromir’s turned into another beaming proud smile, as he said, “Oh definitely you are his main focus then!”

You glanced at Dwalin who had finally shut his mouth after saying, “Wow, no wonder you couldn’t get up in the morning. The first time I finished twice my legs shook for nearly a day.”

Boromir put his chin in his palm again, “I still can’t have more than three in one go, or I’m useless for days after.”

Dwalin gently grabbed your hands, “Certainly explains your body language with them today. Now, don’t you worry about a thing, all this is between us three.”

Boromir snuggled his head closer to you with another smile letting out a happy hum, “Wanna watch a movie?”

You nodded and he quickly got up to choose one as Dwalin moved behind you making himself your pillow as Boromir stretched out at your side, even though it was one of your favorite movies you still barely made it 20 minutes into the film as you rolled over, face down on his chest curling your arms around his muscled torso as you nestled into sleep as your exhaustion, still lingering from this morning, won. Boromir chuckled as he say you nodding off, heading to your room to grab one of your blankets, coming back with your phone charger, plugging it in for you, checking your alarm and covering you three, kissing Dwalin before climbing back behind you and holding you both as they finished the movie.

…

When you woke up you three were stretched out on Boromir’s bed, being much larger than yours, necessary for the room for the three of you. Still wrapped across a chest, though this time it was Boromir’s and Dwalin was slumped heavily across your back snoring loudly even through your alarm going off. You reached out and just barely was able to reach your phone to shut it off, groaning as you adjusted under his weight, being heavier than Thorin was but still equally as comfortable for snuggling. He let out a groan and shifted slightly making you feel a bulge slide across the back of your thigh as Boromir started to wake up, letting out a quick groan as he adjusted himself under both of your weight, noticing Dwalin’s morning signals as his hands were about to wander to start their usual morning tumble and quickly slapping him hard on the ass making him wake up with a loud snort. Quickly climbing off of you as Boromir said, “Time to get up.” Giving you a smile as you slipped out of their room grabbing your phone and charger to get ready.

After you had brushed your teeth and fixed your makeup you walked into the hallway and called out to them in the kitchen, “What am I supposed to wear for tonight?”

Dwalin let out a chuckle as he walked into your view leaning his arm against the wall as he peeked around the corner, “What you wore yesterday was alright, though a, slightly fancier top would do nicely. Not that I don’t enjoy your t shirts, just, after is going to be a nice dinner.”

You nodded and searched through your closet after pulling off your shirt and pulling your hair up into a ponytail and chose a light colored thin floral top that hung loosely to your hips, exposed your arms and was cut low in a deep U exposing the top of your cleavage, next grabbing a woven lace vest that ended just under your bust to cover your cleavage, buttoning the three silver buttons with bright green fake gems imbedded in them, turning in the mirror to see if it was alright, grabbing your light pink wedge heels with white bands stretching across the top to hold them in place matching the pale flowers on your top, grabbing your leather coat as you joined them in the kitchen.

…

Dwalin turned as he heard you set down your coat on the back of a dining room chair, his mouth opening slightly as he spotted you, quickly shutting it again and giving you a smile as you looked up at him holding your hands out slightly as Boromir spotted you, shooting you a large smile as well as you asked, “Does this count as fancier?”

Dwalin nodded, “You look amazing, perfect for tonight.”

You gave him a smile eyeing his deep red button down shirt fitted snuggly across his wide muscular frame and a snug pair of black dress slacks.

You three sat down to eat as Boromir and Dwalin set out the food, enjoying your quick meal as Boromir said, “Now Dwalin, you get a free pass tonight, nothing past kissing though.”

You nearly dropped your fork as you heard that, looking up at him quickly, “I’m not going to kiss him he’s..”

“Oh, you’re gonna want to kiss him!”

“Really…” taking another bite of your food

“I’m not going to spoil your date for you.”

“It’s n..”

“Oh it’s a date, and you’re gonna want to kiss him, hell, I want to kiss him just hearing about it!”

Making your mouth drop open slightly as he turned to Dwalin, “Now you be sure to get her home at a decent hour, we have traveling to do tomorrow, she’ll need her sleep.”

Dwalin nodded as you finished your food and set your dishes in the sink, happy that this was your last day of your winter break classes so you could spend the last three weeks of your winter break enjoying the small bit of freedom you would have before heading back to the hectic schedules. You grabbed your bag making sure your last four essays were in your bag before turning back and slipping into your coat that Boromir had brought and held up for you, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

Boromir gave you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Have fun tonight. No arguing now, if you want a kiss you get one, it’s a date, I love you Jaqi, I want you to enjoy tonight alright.” Giving you a slight nod as you fought back a shiver from your insides turning at his painful suggestion, nodding in return as you followed Dwalin out to his car. He helped you inside before climbing in himself, giving you a smile, “I know it’s a bit strange Love, you’re not expected to do anything tonight but have a good time, hopefully. He just wants you to feel free to enjoy it, *waving his hand in a small circle* fully, I suppose.”

“You’re still together though, I’d never…”

“Nor would I, Love. Just we are both making sure you feel free to do what you want without being judged or scolded for it.”

“I keep hearing that, from nearly everyone lately…”

He let out a chuckle as he gently grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly and rubbing the back of it gently before pulling his hand back to the wheel, “Good, anyone says otherwise let me know.” You rolled your eyes at the familiar threat being uttered by nearly all the Men in your life and looked out the window.

…

Thranduil left you with a large smile on his face, eying the stuffed animals strapped into the backseat, quickly making his way home and bringing them inside, running into Legolas who was smiling at him as he walked in the front door. As he shut the door behind him his son asked in a happy tone, “So, how did it go, did she enjoy it?” Eyeing the prizes with a smile.

He let out a chuckle, “Yes, the games, the prizes and the dinner after.”

“And you won the Elk?”

He nodded again, “Easily, about time my rugby skills came in handy.” As he hung his coat by the door and went to place his prizes upstairs in his room, each step making him remember the night before with you, causing an ache in his chest. Setting them down on his bed as he saw Legolas stretching out in one of his armchairs, walking over and joining him in the chair beside him.

“When are we going to the airport?”

“About an hour.”

“You told Jaqi about his visit?”

“Of course.”

“What did you tell him about her?” Giving his father a curious grin.

Thranduil let out a long breath as he rested his head against his hand, shrugging, “I mentioned I was seeing someone, not sure what he’ll say about the whole jumble.”

“Either way, he’ll approve. You know I’ve told him loads of stories about her but I don’t think I’ve ever told him her last name, didn’t really mention the Olympics either, just that she’s a world ranked swimmer.”

“And why’s that?”

The corners of his mouth went up and then dropped as he let out a quick breath and glanced down at the floor, “He’s got access, he could have looked her up. Mostly called her Bunny.”

Thranduil let out a quiet chuckle at the fitting nickname, “Don’t worry about that, he’s not one to just dig into anyone.”

“I might have mentioned that you liked her, after my Mother, I don’t think he’d take that chance again.”

Thranduil let out an agreeing groan as he slumped back into his chair and laid his head back against it staring up at the ceiling, “If it comes up I’ll talk to him about it, he’ll understand.”

“So what happens if he goes to New Years too, wouldn’t Thorin tell his family about his feelings for her, then there’s Fili…”

Thranduil chuckled again, lifting his hands off the arms of his chair slightly, “That’s the Jumble.” Laying his hands back down, “Not even mentioning the part where she’s our student.”

After relaxing for a while they both went down to the car and went to get Oropher. Pulling up to the gate and parking in the side lane as they spotted the tall slender nearly mirror image of Thranduil, the only difference being the thinner build and the silver streaks through his hair and stubble length beard. In a dark grey suit with a pale green shirt with a silver silk tie with small multicolored fish across it, habitually straightening it at least twice an hour and always sure that it is well maintained and safe from stains and harm. Giving his Son and Grandson a kind smile as Thranduil gave him a quick hug, sure to avoid adjusting his tie, taking his bag from him as Legolas gave him a quick hug copying his Father’s avoidance before they helped him into the car and drove him back home.

Oropher, “So when do I get to meet this training partner of yours?”

Legolas smiled from the back seat, “Tomorrow possibly for dinner, she said I could stay over at her place tomorrow night.”

Oropher, “I wasn’t aware you were getting so serious.”

Legolas chuckled, “No, we watch movies, keeps me calm, she’s like Family.”

Oropher nodded, “Good to know, and this Woman you’re seeing?” Glancing at his Son, noticing the flex in his grip on the wheel.

He answered in a straight tone, “Same Woman.” Keeping his eyes on the road ahead waiting for a response.

Oropher, “How long have you been seeing her?”

“We aren’t officially together yet, still getting to know each other. Taking our time.”

Oropher, “Why wait?”

“She’s attending the university, graduates in May though.”

Oropher nodded, “How young is she?”

Thranduil paused as he tried to guess your age unable to remember ever asking your age or hearing it from the others, thankful for his son who calmly said, “She’s 21.” Quietly thankful that you were in fact legal to be with, also your drinking at the dinner with your agent should have clued him in, knowing you weren’t the type to drink underage, risking your swimming career.

Oropher nodded again, “Not that bad of a gap. You’re okay with them together Legolas?”

Legolas, “Of course, she acts like my Mother already, always been protective of me.”

Oropher, “Good to hear, I’m sure I’ll like her. Have you met her Family?”

Thranduil, “Her Uncle got custody of her when she was younger, he teaches at the University as well, she has 2 Cousins, I’ve met them all, we both have.”

Oropher, “Parents?”

Thranduil, “Dead.”

Oropher, “Sorry to hear that. What is she studying?”

Thranduil, “She’s working on her fourth degree, in several different fields, she’s going to work in the Company her Brother works in, editing books and also writing her own, aside from her swimming.”

Oropher, “Should pair nicely with you then, nice well read Young Woman, choosing a reader is always the best, though in some cases a writer is better, taking you to worlds you never knew.”

Thranduil and Legolas both smiled. Thranduil, “Sounds like you already know her.” Noticing his Father re adjusting his tie from the corner of his eye.

They answered as many of his questions as they could about you until he started asking about school and work until they got home, Thranduil took his bag upstairs as he roamed through the house, remembering his time there with his Wife, bearing the unending stabbing searing pain in his chest that pulsed with every breath he took without her, only ceasing slightly in the company of his Son and Grandson. Eying the small changes since his last visit including a small sketch of a Stag and a fawn under a great tree hanging in the hallway outside of the kitchen, the new mug that had been added to the lower shelf, assuming that it had to be yours giving him an idea of your height. Turning and heading to the living room, wishing to see his Wife’s portrait again, admiring it for some time, feeling the throb in his feet and turning to sit on the couch and noticing the new pictures along the wall, making his way over to them as he adjusted his tie.

He started at the beginning, working his way through the years, smiling at the memories, finally making his way to the end and freezing on a picture of you with the ducks, his mouth dropping open, quickly grabbing it and scanning the others seeing his Son’s arms around you, others with you wrapped around Legolas’ shoulders at his meets, feeling tears run down his cheeks as his breath started faltering, staggering to the chair to his right, silently weeping as he held your photo, trying to hold back his shaking.

Nearly 8 years ago.

It was a day just like the past twenty, at least that’s how it started, Oropher and Thrain both DA’s were out to lunch when they got the call, ‘young girl brutally beaten, Wife dead under suspicious circumstances, sole witness the husband who had three bruises and a bloody nose.’ They quickly paid their bill and headed to the police station, quickly working their way through the Father’s claim, sending out patrol after patrol, unable to make any luck out of it. Oropher kept staring at the pictures of the small girl, starved and beaten, something never fit right, so many complaints about the parents before, but he was the only witness still conscious. He and Thrain both dwelled on you, the incredible young Olympian that had stolen the worlds attention with her superhuman abilities, “How tragic.” Being echoed throughout the world, for the first day after being unable to stop thinking of you they rushed to your side as you had just gotten out of surgery, calling for a 24/7 guard on you, refusing to leave you fro any reason.

For days, sitting near you feeling some releif in your pained gasps for air, their heads pounding at the Doctor’s words, “10 broken and fractured ribs, possibly herniated disc, no sensation from the chest down.” His last words haunting them for nearly a decade later, “Never going to walk again.” To sate their pain they clung to your side, gently holding your hands as they took turns reading to you, for nearly a week waiting and clinging to you he dropped his book as he heard your heart monitor spike, seeing your Uncle rush to your side as your eyes slowly opened. Their hearts lifting as you smiled at him brightly, hearing your soft broken voice, “Uncle.” As a tear ran down your cheek.

Then began the questions and the heartwrenching utterance from you, “It’s on the china hutch.”

Oropher, “What is?”

Thrain, “We are here to find out who did this to you.”

“The camera I hid .. on the china hutch.”

They and your Uncle moved closer. Theoden, “You filmed it?”

Your lip shook as another tear ran down your cheek, “No one believed me. Watch the tape, find him.”

Oropher, “Believed, this has happened before?”

“Just watch the tape.”

They quickly sent the Police to search and found it angled perfectly to take in the whole room, curious at how you had managed to get up there during the attack when even the tallest policeman had to get a stepladder to reach it, understanding her statement as they watched the tape, her Parents.

They had quickly found him soon after, dead, wishing to have stayed at your side but hearing your Uncle had moved you to a better hospital closer to his home, thankful that you were safe. Each finding a small gift on their desks when they returned to work after the vacation they had demanded. Oropher’s fingers slid over the small envelope seeing his name slightly droopily written across the front, sliding out the small card with a large koi fish drawn on the front, admiring it and flipping it over reading, “Thank You for saving my life.” And signing your name, his mouth dropping open as his eyes dropped to the small box opening it and gasping at the gorgeous tie, cherishing the gift as he slid his fingertips over it. Thrain cherishing the chain with the raven charm on it he was gifted with a matching card. Never allowing them harm, never forgetting.

…

He regained his composure and found his Son in the Kitchen with Legolas, still clutching your photo, they were fixing a small snack and turned to Oropher when they spotted him entering.

Legolas, “Hungry Grandpa?”

Oropher shook his head slightly, “No.” Lifting the framed photo, “How do you know Jaqiearae Pear?”

Thranduil and Legolas both froze for a second as they tried to guess at how he knew your name. Legolas, “That’s Bunny, the Woman I train with.”

The pieces finally clicked into place in his head with what he knew about you from eight years ago and what he had learned from the ride home.

Thranduil, “How did you know her name?”

Oropher gently set your photo down sliding his fingers along the sleek frame as he pulled his hands back to rest on the edge of the counter between them, “She gave me this tie.”

Thranduil and Legolas’ eyes both darted down to his tie and the story had clicked into place both quietly saying, “Oh.”

Oropher, “Has she told you..”

Thranduil, “About her parents, yes.”

Oropher, “Did she mention me or Thrain?”

Legolas, “She did mention two Lawyers, but she said a lot of her memory is fuzzy, couldn’t remember the faces, but she said she’d know your voices anywhere. Said you read to her before she woke up, kept her safe.”

Oropher rubbed his face, “I didn’t though.” Dropping his hands back down to the counter as he sat on the stool in front of him.

Thranduil leaned on the counter meeting his Father’s eyes, “She heard nearly everything when she was asleep. Heard her Father trying to get the police to leave her room, and that he left when you came out of the bathroom. You kept her safe, he couldn’t ever touch her again and he knew it, because you both couldn’t be swayed to just hush it all up, he knew it was going to come out and he’d hang for it.”

Oropher wiped away another tear, his voice trembling slightly, “You said she’s competing?”

Legolas nodded, “Yes, trying for the Olympics again next year if she qualifies.”

Oropher, “But her legs…She can’t move them…”

Thranduil, “What? She can walk.”

Oropher tapped the counter with his index finger, “Eight years ago, the Doctors all said she’d never walk again!” Thranduil internally flinched at this news.

Legolas, “She said she had to do rehab for about a year after, but her spine and ribs healed.”

Thranduil, “She was young still, younger people’s bodies do heal better than ours.” Trying to reassure his Father and himself.

Legolas, “Also, it has been eight years, more than enough time to heal.”

Oropher, “So she’s coming tomorrow?”

Thranduil, “If not then the day after you can talk on the plane.”

Oropher nodded, “She’s happy?” Looking up at his Son with a pleading gaze, feeling his hand being wrapped in his Sons’ as he said with a smile, “She’s incredibly happy, and loved and well protected.”

Oropher spoke again quietly, “I’ll put this back on the wall.” Gently grabbing the photo as Thranduil pulled his hand back and they both watch him head back into the Living room quietly.

Pt 10

#Dwalin x Reader #Thorin x Reader #lotr #hobbit #Thorin x Reader OC #thranduil x reader

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