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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years
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Unusual Punishment
Pairing: Thorin x fem!elf!reader, Thranduil x fem!elf!reader, Kili x fem!elf!reader, Legolas x fem!elf!reader
Category: Preferences/Would Include...
Summary: You come from a kingdom where cutting your hair short is a form of punishment, intended to inflict shame upon the criminal. After being charged with crimes, your hair is cut and you are exiled from your homeland. How will your s/o react? 
Warning: None
Kili-
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- Kili would know nothing about your lands or your customs.
- He was fascinated by your short hair from the moment you met and would compliment you often.
- Kili’s eyes would be so confused when you’d respond to this by growing silent or ducking your head in shame.
- When you become comfortable enough to tell him, you expect Kili to question why you were punished or to never mention your hair again.
- Instead, Kili runs his fingers through your hair and presses his forehead against yours, insisting that you truly are the most beautiful elf he has ever known.
- It doesn’t matter what crime you committed or anything else about your past, only that you are his now and he loves you more than life.  
Thorin-
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- Thorin would have a guess as to why your hair is short but wouldn’t say a word about it.
- If anyone else mentioned your hair he would bristle, cutting them off with a glare.
- His heart always broke a little when he’d catch you angrily running your hands through your hair again and again, hating the constant reminder of your past life.
- When you told Thorin what happened, he listened quietly, then reminded you that the past was just that, in the past.
- In his world, you are his beloved, the one who was destined to rule by his side.
- And that was all that mattered.
Legolas-
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- Legolas could barely conceal his horror when he first saw your short hair.
- His father had told him stories of the strange lands far away with kings who brand criminals so cruelly, however he thought they were just stories.
- It took everything inside him to conceal the pain and hurt he had for you and what had been done to your beautiful hair.  
- He became your protector and your beloved almost instantly, there was nothing that could separate him from your side.
- Legolas cried with you when you told him, gathering you into his arms and whispering, “it’s all right, you’re safe, you’re safe,” over and over again.
- Regardless of what you did to be punished, nothing could ever justify this cruelty in his eyes.
Thranduil-
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- When you first appear outside the castle in the middle of a thunderstorm, drenched and shivering, your hair freshly cut with jagged strokes, Thranduil dismisses his advisor’s caution and takes you into his personal care.
- He knows of distant lands where kings enforce this punishment onto their prisoners, however he did not expect those prisoners to be so beautiful, so helpless.
- Somewhere between nursing you back to health and soothing you through nightmares, Thranduil fell utterly and completely in love.
- He waits until you are stronger to broach the subject of your crimes, growing angry when you reveal that you had been the head of the king’s stables and were punished and exiled when his prized horse fell prey to a sickness you could not cure.
- The only thing stopping Thranduil from going to war is the fact you don’t want him to.
- That, however, does not stop him from cutting off all trade routes going to and from those distant lands.
- It is only fair that the king feel some of the pain that he himself has caused.
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ravensliterature · 2 years
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Poison to My Lips
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A/N: Posting again!
pairing: Thranduil x Reader
warnings: Mention of Blood
w/c: 2341 
Prompt: You are a half-elven servant who has fallen in love with the king and entered a secret relationship. How will you both deal when others torment you for your heritage
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Thranduil waited for you in the gardens where you both were to meet in secret. Sitting on a stone bench, he gazed at the roses that bloomed around his feet, the flowers glinting under the moonlight, making them look like stars. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if things were different, if they could be different. The garden doors opened, and Thranduil stood as your familiar face stepped but of it.
“I have been expecting you here, my love,” he said, but the smile on his lips faltered when he saw the tears streaming down your face. “What happened? What has upset you so much? Tell me what it is I can do to make it better?”
You looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, tears running down your cheeks like rivers. “It's nothing, my darling. Some of the fellow maids poured water upon me. It was in jest.”
He frowned slightly, concern lacing his words. “Why did they do such a thing? Surely there must have been an explanation.”
You let out a sigh. “I take it they still do not like a half-elven's presence…”
Thranduil shook his head. How could people be so cruel? Why would they want to hurt you? His chest tightened knowing your levels of distress. “This behavior will not be allowed. Please tell me who has done this.”
You smiled softly up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “If you insist, then I shall tell you, but please do not be too cruel. They are simply ignorant.”
His eyebrows furrowed even more as he held you close. It wasn't fair that anyone would treat you so cruelly. He would do whatever it took to make sure none of them hurt you again. He pulled away and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly. "Tell me.”
“Liriel and Ariya."
His eyes widened before narrowing into slits. "I will discuss it with them later. For now, I wish to enjoy my evening with the one dearest to me."
A smile appeared on your face as your hand found its way to rest against his cheek. “As you wish, my King."
You bent forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
You were walking through the corridors of the palace holding laundry in your arms that needed a good washing. The halls were dark, only the occasional lantern lit the path in front of you, casting shadows of yourself moving quickly down the halls as you moved from room to room. As usual, the halls were empty except for a few servants scurrying back and forth as they prepared for the night shift.
The sound of voices booming ahead of you alerted you, causing your curiosity to spike. The voices were coming from the throne room, but Thranduil often wrapped up his duties by this time. You paused outside of the door and waited patiently, listening carefully to find out what they were discussing. After a while, you heard the voice boom again.
"What makes you think this is alright to do in my kingdom?" The king demanded.
"But sire—"
"No! This behavior cannot go unchecked." The king snapped, his deep baritone echoing through the hallways, sending chills down your spine. "This goes no further, nor does it ever again. Is that understood?"
"But my king, she..."
"Silence!"
You froze, clutching the basket tightly in your hands. Your heart hammered wildly, pounding harder as each moment passed without hearing another word.
"Do not speak about this subject anymore or so help me I will banish you from my sight," Thranduil said coldly. "Understand?"
"Yes sire," a female voice mumbled weakly.
Footsteps walked your way towards the door and soon after the heavy door slammed open. Your breath hitched in your throat. There was so much anger contained within those words, the sheer amount of rage and disappointment behind them. You hid behind the large door seeing who would approach. Liriel and Ariya. You could feel your heart begin to race, feeling the anxiety and fear bubble inside of you like lava, slowly growing hotter until it exploded inside.
"I can't believe the king would defend that half-breed." Liriel spat, her voice sounding angry, almost disgusted. "She has no place amongst us. She should never be allowed here at all."
You closed your eyes, unable to watch, the heat growing unbearable. Your breathing grew heavier as tears welled up in your eyes. You wanted to run away but you didn't want to alert them of your presence. Ariya scoffed, "I agree but I don't think there is much we can do now. She has somehow managed to bewitch the king; she is dangerous."
You felt sick to the stomach. Liriel huffed. "Well, she deserves worse than being cast aside like garbage."
"That may be true but how far are we willing to go to get rid of her?"
The two women continued speaking, leaving you standing there frozen until they eventually walked away. With a shaky breath, you composed yourself, entering the throne room. The two guards were kneeling before Thranduil, their heads bowed low. Thranduil spoke softly, "Please leave us."
You stood rooted to the spot, watching as the guards nodded and left the room. Once they were gone, you stepped forward, your eyes meeting Thranduil's.
"My love, what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice laced with worry.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure. "I came to see you."
He sighed, "Is that so?"
You nodded, taking a tentative step closer to him, "Of course I did."
Thranduil lifted himself off the throne and made his way down the steps to meet you. He reached out gently, cupping your cheek, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "Are you okay?" He whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly, "Did something happen today?"
You looked away, your eyes scanning the floor. "Come, love," he took your hand, leading you to the bench, "tell me what happened."
Your brow furrowed. "Nothing bad." You insisted, looking up at him. "Just a little tired. Need to find a gown for the Feast of Starlight."
Thranduil raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
You nodded, "Yes. But it isn’t anything important…"
Thranduil leaned forward kissing you lightly. "Nonsense. I will have a dress sent to your chambers."
You blushed faintly, resting your head against his shoulder. A warm glow settled in your chest. Thranduil loved you unconditionally and he was always kind and loving to you. You would not trade him for the world. He kissed your forehead once more and squeezed your hand. "Go bathe and rest. I shall see you tonight."
You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in return and turning to leave the throne room.
"Tonight! We celebrate!" Thranduil yelled to the full ballroom. You watched as hundreds of elves danced throughout the ballroom and tables covered in food. You were dressed in a flowing silver gown that Thranduil had picked for you. You wore a crown of flowers and small diamonds adorning your hair. The silver jewelry sparkled under the light that shone through the tall windows. The jewels gave off the illusion that you could see stars.
"Y/n!" Legolas called to you from across the room as he made his way over to you.
He grinned, hugging you tightly, "You look like a star in the sky."
You chuckled lightly, "Thank you. And you look quite handsome as well."
Legolas flushed slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Truly? I am glad to hear that."
You giggled, "Yes, indeed."
He smiled brightly, "Thank you."
Slowly, he leaned to the side of your face and whispered in your ear. "My father wishes me to inform you that he has made a private evening for the two of you when the feast is over." You blushed heavily, "Oh...um...thank you!"
He pecked your cheek teasingly, "Of course, he is quite fond of you. I hope you are both able to provide each other with eternal happiness." He then turned on his heel and began making his way through the crowd as you watched him in amusement. Soon your eyes landed back on Thranduil. He was talking quietly to the nobles of Mirkwood who demanded his attention, occasionally glancing over to where you stood with a subtle longing gaze.
You smiled to yourself until you spotted Ariya heading toward you, her blonde hair pinned atop her head, a flower necklace around her neck. She approached you with a bright grin, her blue eyes shining with excitement and two glasses in her hand, "Hello Y/n! How is the feast finding you?"
You shrugged, "Fine, I suppose. What do you need of me?"
Her eyebrows shot up, "Nothing at all. Well, actually, I wish to apologize."
Your eyes widened slightly, taken aback. "You would?"
"I have been most unkind to you." Ariya apologized, "And I know you must be hurt."
You shook your head, "No, it is alright. I mean…It did hurt..."
She sighed and sat down on the stone steps beside you, "Nevertheless, please accept my apology and please drink with me."
You stared into her eyes before nodding with a smile, accepting her apology. She slid one glass to you and saved the other for herself.
"Drink up," Ariya said, lifting up her glass.
You nodded, holding your cup up, "To new beginnings."
The two of you drank the alcohol in unison before finishing your glasses. "May we enjoy tonight as if it is our last?" You nodded, taking another sip of the drink and gazing at Ariya's bright and vibrant blue eyes, "Sounds perfect."
The night continued for hours and it wasn't long till the party grew in merriment. Everyone was drunk, dancing to a lively melody and singing songs of victory and celebration. It was quite beautiful and you couldn't help but smile whenever you caught your lover's eye as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the festivities from afar.
Finally, he made his way toward you. You smiled as he nodded to you, his eyes saying all the things he wished he could.
"You look very beautiful, Y/N." He murmured whispered to you. Your eyes lit up, "You as well, my king."
His eyes gleamed. "How has the feast faired you?" You shrugged, "It has been wonderful. Ariya even apologized to me and brought me wine."
He laughed lightly placing a kiss on your forehead, "Then dance with me and celebrate this news. Let loose for a while and forget everything else." You grinned widely and nodded.
He grabbed your hand and lead you towards the crowd, swaying to the music as he held onto you closely. Suddenly Thranduil stopped in his tracks causing you to stumble backward.
"What is it?" You mumbled nervously, staring at him with concern.
His eyes widened with fear, "Blood. There is blood running from your nose." You felt a chill run through you as you touched your nose quickly. Your eyes widened in horror when you realized the blood had dripped from your nose and had stained yours. Quickly you wiped it away as your head began to feel light.
Thranduil frowned, "Darling, you alright?" You blinked slowly, "I'm fine.."
Your legs suddenly buckled beneath you and a strong arm wrapped securely around your waist catching you before your head hit the ground. You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and feeling tears begin to stream down your cheeks. "Stay awake, Y/N." Thranduil urged, "Look at me."
Your vision blurred, "Thran…"
"Y/N!" He yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
You tried focusing your eyes only to see nothing but blackness.
"Don't close your eyes." He commanded urgently.
You felt yourself being hoisted up in his arms.
"I need a healer!"
"Y/N, please wake up." Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking multiple times to try and get rid of the dark clouds that threatened to engulf your vision. You squinted your eyes at the figure above you. As soon as they focused you recognized them as Thranduil. Your eyes widened.
"Where are we?" You asked shakily.
"We're in the healer's room." He answered softly, leaning closer so that you could hear him better.
"What happ-" your words died on your lips when you took in your surroundings. You were lying in a bed, covered in white sheets, with curtains drawn shut surrounding your bed.
"Liriel and Ariya poisoned you. I am currently holding them in the cells." You looked up at him in shock, "Are you going to kill them?"
He scoffed, shaking his head, "I wish…"
"My son urged me to banish them. He knew you wouldn't have wanted their deaths." His voice was laced with pain, his jaw clenched tightly.
You swallowed thickly before reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "I am sorry to have scared you, my love"
His eyes filled with sorrow, "You almost died. I almost lost you."
A tear rolled down your cheek, "But I'm still here, aren't I?"
"Yes." He murmured softly, wiping your tears away.
You hummed softly and laid back against the pillows.
Thranduil moved back to lay beside you and placed a tender kiss on your temple. He rested his head against your shoulder and closed his eyes.
You gazed at him thoughtfully until you heard him say: "Marry me." You gasped softly.
Your eyes opened wide in disbelief, "What?"
Thranduil opened his eyes and met yours with determination, "Y/N, marry me. Please."
"But-"
He lifted a finger to silence you, "I will not allow anyone to tell me what I can or cannot do. I almost lost you, I intend to enjoy every moment with you I can as my wife."
You bit down on your lip, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth. "I cannot imagine being any happier than I already am now."
"So will you marry me?" He asked again.
You nodded slowly, biting your lip, trying to hide your growing smile, "...yes."
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catyo90 · 1 year
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Come What May...
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(Authors note: This is set during the Fall of Gondolin at the start and yes I know Thranduil's exact age and birth is kinda unknown but I liked the idea.")
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The city was burning all around you. Flaming rubble fell across your path as you tried to lead the small group of survivors to the mountain passage and hopefully, to their escape. Orcs and other foul creatures swarmed the city, but perhaps your little group could avoid them if you moved swiftly enough. 
Up ahead, you saw a flash of silver. Thranduil was waiting for you at the entrance to the secret passage with another group of refugees, his silver armour glinting in the light of the burning city. Seeing him alone was enough to lighten your heart and urge the others on. You were almost there. 
When you reached him, you clasped his forearm just as he reached for you too. You looked up at him, finding comfort in his eyes as you stood together amidst the wreckage.
"Gondolin has fallen." You hear him say.
"We have to go," you said. "They cannot fight." You glanced back at the small group of terrified citizens, many of them carrying children.
"Take them. I'll be right behind you," you say noticing him breathing heavily trying to maintain his strength.
He knew there was no point in arguing, not when he saw that look in your eyes. He nodded and started waving your small group forward into the passage.
Thranduil appeared at your side again. "Gi Melin," he said softly so only you could hear. Then he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
You closed your eyes for a moment, wanting to savour the gentle action surrounded as you were by so much destruction.
"Be safe," you said, squeezing his hand.
"Always."
And he was gone again heading down the path prepared to fend off any enemies that might ambush them. You thought perhaps you may survive this, that not all would be lost. As long as the people of Gondolin survived, they could rebuild.
A horrible roar sounded from behind you. Just as soon as you'd felt hope, it was snuffed out. A balrog was charging toward you and the others. Suddenly the Balrog raised its arm up crashing the entrance behind you to rubble. There was no way to reach Thranduil. Just as the realization of your situation set in you heard the Balrog shriek in pain as it swung its flaming sword behind it. You could see your master Glorfindel step in front of it, sword raised as he prepared to fight.
"No." The word left you as little more than an exhalation, too horrified for anything else.
You watched as he swung at the balrog, managing to cleave its helm and sever the whip. It bellowed, flames leaping as it did. Glorfindel seemed to be overcoming it but you couldn't help but hold your breath as you felt your legs shaking not in fear but in adrenaline. You watched as Glorfindel had been backed off to the edge of the cliffside. You managed to run in between the balrog's legs striking at its ankles with your blade causing it to roar in pain as you stood next to Glorfindel.
"We can't let him pass..."
You said turning to the monster as it roared once more. He looked to you with a nod and unsheathed his knife with a blade in hand. The flames from the Balrog engulfed the ground around the two of you as the beast raised its blade to you. You managed to block it though the pressure from its mere body weight caused your legs to crumble under the weight. Glorfindel managed to stick at its arms cutting it almost completely off. He stumbled for a moment before thrusting up with a knife and hurling the creature to the side. You jumped up and grabbed onto its shown stabbing it through the neck causing it to haunch forward as Glorfindel saw the beast stumble to the edge of the cliff.
"Glorfindel! We have to end this"
He turned to face you and you gave him a sad smile before you saw the balrog's hand reach up and attempt to snatch you off its back. He simply nodded in agreement as he ran at the balrog's chest ramming into it causing all three of you to fall into the ravine below. Darkness took both of you as the last sight you saw was the survivors escaping knowing Thranduil was safe.
Thranduil POV:
His eyes went wide as he watched you fall with Glorfindel. Tears rolled down his cheeks, carving lines through the ash and dirt covering his skin. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was you falling. It was a pain beyond comprehension and now the long years of his life stretched out before him...and now he would have to send them alone. Now you were only a memory.
Centuries passed. And the Thranduil he once was, was nothing more than a shadow. All knew of his pain and saw the hurts he hid away. In truth, he thought he would find peace once the wars ended, that it would help the pain of his broken heart. It did, to a certain degree, but some wounds run too deep to ever fully heal and soon turn to scars.  
He spent much of his time with any distractions during that time, but to an elf, a thousand eyes felt like a year. The pain was still too near. Though he was now King of his own realm. It was nothing but an empty role, one that he never thought he would face without you. His mind brought the memories once more, the first time he saw you in the gardens of Gondolin as children visiting with his father, the sparring matches you two would compete in as you both grew older and wiser, the first kiss he received from you under the endless stars. They were too much. He brought a hand to his head covering his eyes to hide the tears for a moment before pouring a glass of wine. Only the sounds of footsteps made him open them and turn around to see one of the scouts standing in the doorway of his room.
"Speak."
"There is someone who has just arrived at the gate," he said, looking a little nervous.
He only gave a sharp glance to the scout who stumbled with his words.
"Um...It is a she-elf. She claims to be sent from Rivendell at Lord Elronds behest."
He frowned slightly. That didn't clear anything up, but he simply nodded and gestured for him to retrieve this girl.
"I'll go right away." 
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After a few moments, he walked down along the tree's path toward the throne room. When he arrived, he saw Celeborn, his cousin speaking to the girl, but their back was turned away from him. Celeborn looked across at him and gave him a slight nod in greeting, a knowing smile on his lips. The stranger turned to face his.
He swore he felt his heart stop.
Reader POV:
His hair was much longer than the last you saw him all those centuries ago. His blonde, almost silver, hair fell past his collarbone and he was wearing a deep red cloak over a dark silver-grey tunic instead of the pale green and silver he used to favour, but aside from that, he hadn't changed at all.
"Thranduil," you whispered. There was no question in your voice. 
You had wished for this, begged the Valar in all your prayers to be heard in all of Mandros halls to just be back with him, and now here he was. All your unanswered prayers, all your unending years spent in waiting. Slowly, you stepped closer until you were right in front of him.
His blue eyes were shining with unshed tears but there was a bright smile on his face, as there so often had been all those years ago in Gondolin. You brought your hand to his cheek, His hand embracing yours.
"You're really here," he breathed. He was solid and warm beneath your touch. He blinked and the tears he'd been trying to hold back slipped down his cheeks as he let out a little huff of a laugh. You gently brushed the tears away with your thumb.
"I am." His fingertips brushed your waist as if he wanted to pull you close but you weren't sure if it would be appropriate. It had been so long; perhaps he had moved on.
But you could not stop yourself as you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself to him. He responded immediately, his arms twining tightly around your waist. A sob escaped your throat as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck and breathed in. He still smelled exactly the same, warm and comforting.
"Gi melin," you breathed, the words muffled against his skin. You regretted every day and night that you hadn't gotten to say those words before you fell.
"Meleth nin." His voice was little more than a whisper, his own tears had made his voice rough.
The two of you stood in an embrace for what felt like ages but also didn't feel nearly long enough. You never wanted to be parted from him now that you had, beyond all hope, returned to him. You reluctantly released him but instead held tightly to his hands. It comforted you to see that he, too, didn't seem to want to let go. He gently slipped his hand from yours only to wrap his arm around you as he led the both of you away from prying eyes. Leaning into him, you felt lighter than you had since before the sack of the city you'd once called home.
"Is there somewhere we could speak privately? It's been so long…I-" you cut yourself off, looking unsure.
"Of course," he spoke softly as you both walked in the direction of his chamber.
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Thranduil led you over to the small seating area, settling yourself on the little but elegant sofa and tugging him gently down beside you. Though he was right next to you, it felt too far.
"I'm sorry," you said, so quiet he almost didn't hear. He was staring down at his hands which you still had gripped in yours.
"There is nothing for you to be sorry about...," he said bringing a hand under your chin and bringing your gaze to his.
"When I finally tracked you down, when Celeborn told me how you were after all these years…" you sighed.
"I thought maybe you were trying to move on. And that my coming here would only make it worse for you."
""I don't think I could have ever found peace without you, the nightmares never ceased. Possibly because they're not really nightmares, just memories I can't seem to forget."
You leaned a little closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, relaxing into his touch as your head lay on his shoulder. He tipped his head to the side so that his warm cheek was pressed against your head.
"I wish you hadn't had to suffer all those long years. And I wish, too, that you hadn't suffered because of me."
He looked down at you. "None of that matters now," he said softly, skimming the backs of his fingers down your cheek.
"Come what may from here on, I will never let you go."
You stared at him in awe for a moment before sitting up to press your forehead to his. He cupped your jaw, angling your head just so. 
"How I have longed to kiss these lips once more." The words left him in a warm rush against your lips. You gave no sign for him not to as you leaned into his touch.
You nuzzled your nose softly against his before you closed the small space between you and kissed him. It was soft and a little hesitant; it had been over a thousand years since you'd done this. Thranduil kissed you back and you melted into it. His arms came around you and urged you closer and you went gladly, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. You could feel tears sliding silently down your cheeks as the relief of being back with him overwhelmed you once more.
He pulled back and you swayed forward to follow him but he held you back. 
"Please don't cry, meleth nín," he said as he gently swiped the tears from your cheeks as you had done for him earlier.
"These tears are happy," you said, giving him a watery smile. "I have cried for centuries, but these tears are of the joy of having been returned to you."
You leaned toward him again and this time he did not hold you back, but rather caught you as your arms wrapped around him and held you tight. Squeezing closer, you tangled your hand in his hair.
"Though my time in the Halls of Mandos helped me heal physically, my heart reached out to you every moment. For once in a long time, I feel at peace," you said as he held you.
For a long while, you stayed there on the small sofa in contented silence. An almost forgotten smile tugged on his lips as he tilted your chin up and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.
"It's getting late," he mused. The sun had dipped behind the thick neverending woods as above the stars revealed themselves behind the canopy of golden leaves. The room was growing dim save for a few candles which burned.
"Perhaps we should retire for the night..." you said.
"I've longed to have you by my side every night ever since. It's been so long since I slept peacefully."
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing softly along your cheekbone on the way.
"Then may you have good dreams tonight," you said, kissing his forehead tenderly.
He stood from the sofa and reached out under your body and picked you up with ease as he walked across the room only to lay down on the bed with you atop him. You settled down feeling lighter than you had in centuries. He stroked your hair slowly, the motion soothing for both of you. Tilting your head, you placed a light kiss on his chest, over his heart. Hearing it beat steadily as you placed his hand over your heart, he smiled to himself as you closed your eyes.
"Sleep well" he whispered.
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Weeks had passed, and you and Thranduil were practically inseparable, not wanting to waste a single moment of the time you had been given. You hid away in the hidden chambers and even the clearing of the great Greenwood. But now It was overlooking the vast and wonderful starlit sky high above the treeline in the most sacred of rooms. Where he took both your hands in his.
"I love you more than anything," he said. "And there is nothing I wouldn't do to be able to spend the rest of my life and beyond by your side...Marry me," he said, his voice soft but serious.
There was no question as to what your answer was as you kissed him to confirm the answer. The smile that spread across his face was radiant and his blue eyes shone with joy. He seemed to glow with it and you found yourself grinning back, a laugh bubbling out of you unexpectedly. You hugged him, loving the feeling of his warmth against you and his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. He spun you around before setting you down and claiming your lips in a more passionate kiss. If he cared if anyone saw, he didn't show it. It was as if all the years apart had never happened.
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mikathemonster · 1 year
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Hi! Could you please write a dialogue prompt 4 with Thranduil? Thanks!
“the interrogation”
author’s note: of course! this prompt seems very canon as something the elf king himself would say, so i’m excited to dive into this for you <3 I'm gonna stray a little further from my normal way of writing Y/N by making them a person who somehow woke up in their favorite book, “The Hobbit”!
Pairing: Thranduil / Gender-Neutral Human Reader
Word Count:��886
summary: after waking up in the world of your comfort book, you find yourself in the midst of a terrifying power: the Elvenking.
content warnings: I mixed the lore of the book and the movies together for this
DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.
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Anxiety rushed through your body as your heart seemed to be leaping out of your chest with each beat. You were being led through the twists and turns of some sort of extravagant castle as two elven guards held you firmly by the arms. Where they were taking you, you weren’t sure. A tiny voice in the back off your head wondered if you were dreaming, but the pain from the guards’ grips was more than enough to reassure you that this was your new reality.
How you had come to find yourself in this new world was beyond the comprehension of your mind. The last thing you remembered was being curled up on your soft, worn-down couch while reading your favorite book, "The Hobbit". It was a tale you knew well, as you had read it countless times when in need of a pick-me-up. You hadn't seen all of the movies yet, as you usually fell asleep halfway through the second one, but the book was usually enough to satiate you. It had been another cozy night of reading when you had fallen asleep in the middle of the chapter "Flies and Spiders", and the next thing you knew, you had awoken in some sort of woodland realm!
Oh, how you desperately wished you could return to your cozy couch and your soft blankets, but it seemed those pleasantries were far away from you now, and incredibly out of reach. 
More twists and turns led you to a wide room, all entirely made of tree branches and wood. In the center lied a magnificent throne of ancient antlers, its steps leading down to the space you now occupied. A cold, regal voice cut through your thoughts, and suddenly your eyes shot up to look at the person before you.
"First you have me deal with lowly dwarves, and now there's another? Who are you?" He sat proudly on his throne, and you found yourself speechless at his beauty. His long hair draped over his shoulders delicately as you met his cold gaze. He was like a star, cold and distant and icy. You couldn't believe the sight before you. Slowly, things started connecting in your mind. Dwarves, elven guards, oh no.
This was Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood. And your very life had now been placed in his beautiful hands.
"We found this one an hour ago, reports say they simply appeared in a cloud of smoke before the gates," one of the guards said, and the king's brow tensed. He wasn't happy.
"Some dark magic, then?" He stood, slowly descending the stairs as he approached you. "And yet, you come without weapons or anything other than the clothes on your back. Tell me, who are you?"
"Y/N," you said, finally finding your words. "And you must be Thranduil, King of the elves.” You spoke carefully, treading lightly with your words.
“So you know who I am,” he said. “Good, then you must know of my intolerance for outsiders. Speak quickly of your intentions and perhaps I’ll do you the mercy of imprisoning you.”
“Prison?” You said, eyes wide. Oh no, you couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life in the prisons of Mirkwood.
“I’d speak quickly if I were you,” he warned. “You’re losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.”
You searched your brain for the words to speak, now panicking. “I came here from another realm!” You said, trying to re-iterate your predicament in a fashion that suggested you were much more wise than you found yourself to be. After all, you knew this story like the back of your hand, and it was the only leverage you seemed to have right now. “Another realm filled with scrolls, and I am the reader of those scrolls.”
“What scrolls do you speak of?” He raised his brow, leaning closer.
“Scrolls of the histories of this land. I know the past, I’ve read the present, and I’ve seen the future!” You had no idea where you were going with this; at the very least, you were trying to save the skin on your back. And you were hoping to god that your favorite author’s tomes could help you.
“Such as? Prove to me you’re not some petty liar.”
“You’ve imprisoned Thorin Oakenshield and his company for his refusal to pay you back that which was rightfully yours!” Please believe me, you thought. “He aims to reclaim the Lonely Mountain and defeat the dragon that lies in its depths.”
“So you’re a liar and a spy. Guards, take them away.”
“No, please!” You cried out desperately. “The gems, they were for your wife! The White Gems of Lasgalen!”
The king froze in his place as he returned to his throne. Finally, you thought. Surely you had him now! He raised a pale hand that was decorated with rings, his voice cutting through you as he issued out another order.
“Guards, unhand them.” He said, turning around to face you as he approached. You swallowed hard, your heart thrumming in your chest as everything seemed so unknown right now. Time seemed to freeze as you fell to your knees, your limbs now free.
“It seems that you would know more than I would like,” he chirped. “So enlighten me, Y/N. What else do you know?”
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edmetalqueer · 2 years
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♛Hobbit & LOTR Masterlist♛
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Father and Son of Mirkwood, drawn over the past few years! Fall is the season that most makes me think about "The Hobbit"
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milesasinmorales · 7 months
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Thinking about that headcanon that Thranduil is blind in one or both eyes bcs of the dragon fire (hobbit movies) so that’s why Legolas just says what he sees out loud all the time bcs he’s used to doing that for his dad
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memray · 8 months
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a dad and his weird son doodle
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i just wanted to figure out some stuff with making them actually look related and settled on legolas having his dad’s nose, skin tone and eye colour (and judgemental look)
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midnightblue66 · 1 year
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If Thranduil saw Legolas fight in the Battle of Five Armies 
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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years
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The Hobbit Masterlist
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- One-shots -
Thorin Oakenshield
My King
Crown
My Love For You
The King and The Ceramicist
Your Child
Dance With Me
Secret Tattoo
Durin’s Day
I’m So Sorry
Read to Me
Time to Breathe
Kili
Heirloom
Fires of Foolishness
Freedom
Thranduil
First Kiss
Stairs
Legolas
Midnight Kiss
A Moonlit Dance
Bilbo Baggins
A Birthday Wish
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Legolas
Saving the Enemy
Saving the Enemy (part 2)
Saving the Enemy (part 3)
Saving the Enemy (part 4)
Saving the Enemy (part 5)
Saving the Enemy (part 6)
Kili
Holding You
Snowkissed
Fili
Later
Survivors
All is Well
Thorin Oakenshield
The Miner’s Granddaughter
Saving his Enemy
Saving his Enemy (part 2)
Thranduil
A True Lady
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Kili
The Morning Before You and Kili’s Wedding Would Include...
- Preferences-
Study Fatigue
Pets
Unusual Punishment
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Thorin Oakenshield
#1- Wandering
#2- Hairstyle
#3- Courting
#4- Nine Ravens
Kili
#1- We Have a Wizard
#2- Napkins
Fili
#1- Kitten
Kili x reader x Fili
#1- When Do We Leave?
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Thorin Oakenshield
#1- Sleep
#2- You Winced
Bard
#1- Care for You
#2- No Shame
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ravensliterature · 1 year
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A/N: Request done!
pairing: Thranduil x Black! Reader
warnings: Fluff
w/c: 560
Prompt: 
I love your writing!! please make this as long or short as you want!!
Can you write about Thranduil on wash day with a black reader!
I think it would be really cute! 
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Once upon a time in the enchanting realm of Mirkwood, King Thranduil, a wise and noble ruler, found himself in a predicament. His beloved wife, Queen Y/N, seemed to have vanished from their grand palace. Concern etched itself upon Thranduil's regal face as he searched high and low, through the sprawling halls and lush gardens, desperately hoping to find his missing queen.
The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest. Thranduil's heart grew heavy with worry. He summoned his loyal guards and advisors, instructing them to comb every inch of the palace and surrounding woods for any sign of Y/N. Night fell, and Thranduil's anxiety deepened. Sleep eluded him as he imagined countless scenarios, each more troubling than the last.
Just as dawn was about to break, hope sparked within Thranduil's weary heart. He hurriedly ascended the grand staircase leading to his chambers, determined to check their private quarters one last time. With each step, his mind raced with thoughts of his beloved queen. Had she fallen victim to an unforeseen danger? Had she grown tired of their life together and decided to venture elsewhere? Thranduil's thoughts were filled with apprehension.
Pushing open the ornate doors, Thranduil's eyes darted across the dimly lit room until they fell upon a familiar figure. There, by the vanity mirror, stood Queen Y/N. Her raven-black curls, in need of care and attention.
Relief washed over Thranduil, but it quickly gave way to curiosity and a sense of admiration for his resolute queen. He approached her with soft steps, not wanting to startle her.
"My love, I have been searching the kingdom for you," Thranduil gently spoke, his voice carrying a mix of relief and concern.
Y/N turned to face him, her eyes filled with surprise and relief. "Thranduil, my king, I apologize for causing you worry. I have been here all along, preparing for wash day. My hair needed attention."
Thranduil's gaze softened, his heart swelling with affection. He moved closer to Y/N, his hands yearning to help her. "Allow me, my queen. Let me aid you in tending to your glorious mane."
Y/N smiled, grateful for her husband's presence and understanding. She handed Thranduil a brush, and together they began to unravel the knots and tangles that had taken hold of her beautiful curls. With each gentle stroke, Thranduil's worries dissolved, replaced by a deep connection with his wife.
As they worked in unison, Thranduil marveled at the love and strength that radiated from Y/N. He realized how fortunate he was to have such a remarkable partner by his side. Their union transcended the boundaries of their differences, weaving together a tapestry of understanding, respect, and devotion.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment, as if the universe was revealed in the harmony between the king and queen. Thranduil's hands moved with care and tenderness, while Y/N's eyes sparkled with affection and appreciation.
When they finally finished, Y/N's curls regained their natural luster and elegance. She turned to face Thranduil, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you, my king, for your unwavering love and for embracing every part of me."
Thranduil took Y/N's hands in his own, his gaze filled with adoration. "You are the light of my life, Y/N. I vow to cherish and support you always."
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Only You || Legolas
Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!
A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)
Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.9k +
TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers
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You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.
Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.
It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.
Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.
As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.
When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”
He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.
“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.
Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.
“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.
Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”
Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.
When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?
“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”
Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.
But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”
Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.
He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.
For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.
“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.
You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”
But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”
“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.
“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?
Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.
Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.
But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.
The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.
“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.
“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.
You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”
He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”
You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.
This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”
That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.
You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”
“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”
You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”
But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”
“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.
He bowed his head, “My lady.”
Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.
“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.
He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.
“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.
When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”
It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.
He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.
“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.
That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”
He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times
Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.
He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”
Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”
He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”
That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”
Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.
His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”
“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.
He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”
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nihilizzzm · 11 months
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part 3, i do not intend to stop
*three hunters at night*
Legolas: i love you Gimli
Gimli: yeah, i love you too
*silence*
Legolas: we both love you as well, Estel
Aragorn: thanks, i was starting to feel left out
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Bard: you know, i wish you would just admit that you made a mistake
Thranduil, stirring his coffee with passion: i PREFERE it with salt
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Pippin, excited: hey Boromir, we made you a friendship bracelet!
Merry, also excited: *showing boromir a very ugly, yet made with love bracelet*
Boromir: Yeah, you know… i’m not really jewellery person…
Pippin: oh… it’s okay…
Merry: it’s fine, you don’t have to wear it…
Boromir: No. I’m gonna wear it forever, back off.
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Legolas: whoops-
Aragorn: whoops? WHOOPS? We are far past the ‘whoops’ situation! ‘Whoops’ is but a distant speck in the review mirror! We are firmly in the ‘oh fuck’ territory and i expect you to ACT LIKE IT!!
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tinfairies · 1 year
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Hey so we talked before about hair braiding being intimate to elves. Can we have headcanons of reader just coming up behind them and starts braiding it casually and Legolas and Thranduil reacting to it? I feel they’d be like “wow she’s so forward (〃 ̄ω ̄〃ゞ” 🤣
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Of course he knows that this human isn't aware of elvish culture and the significance of braiding.
That doesn't stop him from being a bit surprised, then smug about it.
He would use it as a way to subtly claim his human. Making sure the other elves see them braiding his hair.
He might tell them about what braiding means for elves, but that won't be until he has them firmly in his grasp.
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Despite what his culture says about braiding, he loves having his hair played with.
He thinks it's cute that this human doesn't know, but is also glad for it. Legolas loves physical affection and he doesn't get much of it from his kind.
Will definitely show the braids off to other elves, boasting about his human's skill.
They will probably find out about what braids mean, but until then Legolas plans to soak up as much attention as he can.
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Battle of Five Armies
There and Back Again
Tom Bombadil
The Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers
Battle of the Hornburg
Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Battle of the Morannon
Evenstar
Red Book of Westmarch
Art by Wavesheep. Part I | Part II | Part III. 
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whiteladyofithilien · 5 months
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For the people of the internet out there saying Thranduil didn't intend to fight because he was wearing his fancy crown and not the circlet he fights in during Battle of Five Armies can I remind y'all that canon Elvenking picks his crowns based on season not occasion. So this is obviously his fall crown both thematically and based on when we see him wear it in the films. Now it's repeatedly stated that Thorin & Co arrive on the last day of autumn.
So this isn't so much his battle crown as it is his winter crown
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