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Absolutely loved this!

His Forever

Legolas x Reader

BLOODY HELL! I haven’t written a hobbit/LOTR fic in ages! This is for my Babylove , @thatgothicgurl

PS…I wrote this after four margaritas so I apologize in advance 💀

Legolas had spent his years in the Woodland realm yearning to explore what was beyond the kingdom.

After his mother died, his father was more overprotective of him.

Thranduil would never have let the elfling out of his sight had it not been for his kingly duties.

The guard is the only thing that gave him a sense of belonging, along with you and Tauriel.

Thranduil grew more distant with every decade that passed.

When the elfling began experiencing feelings for Tauriel; Thranduil noticed and did everything he could to interfere.

That was enough to make you hide any feelings you may or may not have developed for the prince.

Then, the dwarfs came, and the Battle of the Five Armies happened.

Tauriel had been inconsolable for a week now. King Thranduil had been kind enough to give the both of you a break from your duties. In truth, both of you were Captains of the Guard and needed to be there, but he knew that she needed you more. The redhead was nestled into your side sleep in her bed as you ran a comforting hand along her spine. Seeing that she was resting, you took the opportunity to leave her room. Losing that dwarf had been hard for her. You had seen the heartbreak written on Legolas' face when he saw her cradling Kili to her chest.

Taking the time to freshen up, you made sure you looked presentable in the emerald green color you always wore. The elves of the realm were hustling and bustling about their everyday lives. Many were preparing to ride back to help the humans and dwarfs rebuild. There was one elf you sought in particular. His chambers were not far from yours.

Legolas was your best friend. You could not understand why you were so nervous as you stood outside of his door. Imagine your surprise when the door opened, and King Thranduil stood there looking down at you. He offered a gentle smile when you snapped out of your trance.

“Forgive me, My Lord,” you said while bowing, “I forget my manners. It will not happen again.”

“That is quite alright, Captain. I take it you are here to see my son,” Thranduil stated, “He was just speaking of you.”

Thranduil didn't say anything else. The king simply went on his way. What could Legolas have told him about you anyway? You had not seen him since returning from battle a week ago. With your usual elf grace, you closed the door and turned to your friend with a smile. He gave you one in return, but it failed to reach his eyes. The packed bags on his bed is what made you falter.

“What is this,” you asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

Legolas did not miss the pain in your voice. He just hated that he was the cause of such a bad thing.

"I am,” he said, “I cannot stay here.”

Is this what Tauriel felt when she lost Kili? There was a literal pain in your chest as you looked at him. Your breathing felt weighted, and you couldn't carry it. The world may as well swallow you; it felt like there was no reason left to be on the surface. Legolas could see the joy dissipate from your eyes. It hurt him worse than seeing Tauriel grieve her love. This is why he had wanted to leave without you knowing.

“Why,” you asked him.

“There is nothing left here for me,” Legolas explained, “We have seen only death and destruction for the last few centuries. There has to be more the world has to offer.”

“Am I nothing, my friend,” you responded.

The elf hadn't thought of his word as thoroughly as he believed he had. You were standing in front of him now, looking up at him through long lashes. Legolas couldn't bear knowing that he was the reason for such a look of devastation on your beautiful face. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and tell you that everything would be alright, but that would give you false hope. It would be better to tell you the truth.

“You are starlight,” he said.

That answer had you floored. The prince moved himself to run his fingers through your hair. This was a new act of affection for both of you. Many times you had held hands and pinched cheeks, but your hair was sacred. Legolas searched for approval in your eyes before doing it with both hands. He pressed a kiss to your forehead to finish the gesture. A wave of foreign emotions flowed through you. You had always been close, but he never displayed any hint of desire for your beyond that of friendship.

“Legolas, what does this mean,” you asked.

“Have you felt nothing for me in all of our years together,” he questioned.

“I...I thought you had eyes for Tauriel,” you told him.

There was a playful grin on his lips at your admission. He looked like the same troubling elfling from years ago, and that made you happy. His happiness always mattered to you the most, even more so than your own.

“These eyes have always followed you. I believed that you had feelings for Tauriel,” he laughed, “It is why I fought to protect her so hard. I did not want you to know pain. I saw how you ached when the dwarf came about.”

“I ached because I thought you hurt about losing her affection,” you explained, “Centuries wasted!”

The young prince finally pulled you into an embrace. He smelt of the greenwood. A true child of the forest, and that scent forever engraved itself into your mind.

“You are still leaving, yes,” you asked.

“I must go, for me,” he said.

“Then let me come with you,” you beamed.

“No! I have seen what loss does. What Ada feels and even Tauriel, I cannot fathom losing you,” he stated, “This is selfish, but please do not grow to hate me, My Starlight.”

How could you hate him when all you ever wanted was for him to be happy? There would never be anything other than adoration and love for him in your heart. That didn't stop you from being angry with him.

“Do what you must, my prince,” you said formally.

Legolas knew you were only reacting in anger, but he was hurt by the lack of friendship in your words. You had boxed him out and made him what he had never been to you, a simple member of the royal family. Watching him leave would be too painful, so you gave him a simple goodbye...a farewell that was unaccustomed between lifelong friends.

“I wish you a safe journey. May you find what you are looking for,” you said.

Legolas followed to plead for you to listen to him. He gave up his pursuit when you made it back to Tauriel's room. That was your last time seeing him. Tauriel was up now. She sat in bed looking at you with broken eyes.

“I did not wish for you to know heartache, my friend,” she said with open arms.

She accepted you into her arms as you sobbed against her chest. Legolas had left during the night, and the kingdom was never the same for you without him.

*Time skip sponsored by me being a hopeless romantic*

While he missed you terribly, he did what he set out to do. He had his share of adventures. Even as a member of the Fellowship, he still thought of you. Were you okay? Had his father taken care of you like he promised that he would? Did you hate him for leaving you behind? It had been so long since your last encounter, but he could perfectly picture you still.

Now, he walked behind Aragorn as they entered Lothlorien. He knew they were being watched and tracked as they ventured deeper into the forest. Gimli's tale of the place was interrupted by its residents. Haldir was the marchwarden that led them to Lorien. However, there was another elf that stood out even with their cloak covering their face.

There was no time for formalities as they were quickly lead to their destination. Legolas could feel his heart trembling with the idea that you were somewhere nearby, but that was impossible. You would never leave the Woodland Realm. Lady Galadriel had welcomed them, and now he sat at the peaceful stream listening to his fellowship comrades going on and on about so many things. The prince excused himself when he caught sight of a shadow moving in the trees. He carefully tailed the figure as it traveled a small distance out into the forest away from guests and citizens of Lorien alike.

“Are you still angry with me after all these years, My Starlight,” he asked to break the silence as you continued to walk with your back to him.

The figure froze and turned for him to see their face as they removed the hood of their cloak from their head. Legolas was elated to see you there with a smile.

“Am I still your starlight, my prince,” you teased.

He bombarded you and wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug while lifting you to spin around. Joyous laughter filled the forest around you. For the first time in ages, you were at peace.

“What are you doing here? How,” he asked.

Legolas refused to let go of you, so you settled into his hold and looked up into those beautiful eyes that you had missed.

“Your father allowed me to come. I could not stand being in the realm without you. It was no longer home,” you told him, “Lady Galadriel welcomed me and accepted me into her kingdom. She made me a marchwarden. Things have been better, but they became grand when she told me that you were coming.”

“I am sorry that I left you behind. It was selfish...,” Legolas was cut off of his rant by you pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You did what you thought was right for you. I was angry and hurt before, but I know what you did was for yourself, Meleth,” you assured him.

Leaving home was difficult. You hadn't dreamt that you would ever see him again. The moment you saw him in the forest today, it took all of your strength not to tackle him. He looked more tired than you were used to seeing him, but he was as handsome as you remembered nonetheless.

“I am sorry for the hurt I brought us both,” he said.

“You are on an important journey, Legolas. Your leaving was for the best. I only ask that you never leave me behind again,” you told him.

“Never! Will you join the fellowship? We have been apart for too long, no more,” he said.

“I will follow you for all eternity, Meleth,” you stated.

Legolas raked his fingers through your hair just as he did the last time you saw him, except this time he followed it up with a passionate kiss to your lips. Had you not required oxygen, you would have continued the affection.

“Is that dwarf going to be along for the entire journey,” you teased.

“He grows on you, Starlight,” Legolas smiled, “Come, let us introduce you to the insufferable creature.”

His hand firmly held yours as if you would somehow slip out of his life again should he not keep you close enough. That should have been the least of your worries because you meant it when you said you would never be left behind again.

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Saw your request are open!

I actually joked with a friend with this the other day.

Imagine for some reason Smaug and Bilbo just...swapped bodies.

A Smaug trying to convince the dwarves he's Bilbo and a Bilbo trying to scare them off was really funny to us for some reason.

Also love your writings!! Remember to take rests and don't feel pressured to finish asks! 💛💛

Hey! Thanks for the request. :) I had so much fun writing this :D

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PROMPT: Request.

CHARACTERS: Smaug, Bilbo, the Company.

DT: @dumbanarchist

WARNINGS: None.

Bilbo Baggins just now realised how much he wished he was in his little hobbit hole now. He looked down at his body. He had wings, he could see things he was never able to see, and his breath— what word in any dictionary on Middle Earth could he use to describe how unbearable his breath was!

Smaug on the other hand was just as horrified. “What do you think you’re doing, filth!” he growled, stomping his now-hobbit feet on gold coins.

Bilbo stared down at Hobbit Smaug and chuckled at how ridiculous he looked. The dragon was on all fours trying to desperately breath fire from his mouth, but alas, all he recieved in turn was looking like a cat choking on a hairball.

Suddenly, Thorin and the Company ran down a staircase, to find ‘Smaug’ laughing hysterically, and a ‘Bilbo’ who looked like he was crying and choking.

“Bilbo! What on Earth are you doing!” Thorin yelled.

Bilbo looked up in his dragon body. “I’m looking at how ridiculous this fool is!”

“Silence yourself, dragon.”

“No! No! Thorin, it’s me! Bilbo! It’s me! Bilbo Baggins!” Bilbo screeched.

Smaug now stood up on his tiny legs. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. Have you come back to the Mountain to leech off of me!”

“Bilbo? What are you talking about!” Thorin yelled.

“I’m Bilbo!” Bilbo yelled, in his low gutteral voice. “We accidentally swapped bodies!”

“Is this some joke?”

“No! I can prove I’m Bilbo!”

Thorin scowled at the ‘dragon’. “Go on.”

“Okay, uh- so I’m from the Shire! My mother is Belladonna Took... and I...”

“Go on...” Thorin’s stare was intense now.

“...I... I was the one who accidentally knocked your food off the cliff!”

“I knew it!” Dwalin laughed triumphantly into Nori’s face. “Everyone was trying to tell me I had lost my mind!”

Suddenly, the hobbit threw himself at the dwarves, screaming in an awkwardly low growl. “You fools!”

“Look at how small Smaug is now!” Ori laughed.

“Enough! All of you!” Smaug yelled. “I am King Under the Mountain!”

“You? King Under the Mountain?” Dwalin chuckled. “But you’re so tiny!”

Smaug scoffed and collapsed on the ground. “Curse you...!”

And for a while, everyone forgot about the danger of this mission they had once been weary of, and laughter for the first time in a century had filled the halls of stone belonging to the Kingdom of Erebor.

END.

#smaug the dragon #the hobbit #the hobbit thorin #the hobbit fanfiction

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To the people who sent requests, I’m sorry it’s taking a while. I’ll have them posted soon. <3

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LOTR/Hobbit Incorrect Quotes #11

Bilbo: “Would you slap Thorin for the Arkenstone?”

Thranduil: “I would roundhouse kick him in the face for free.”

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Are requests still open? Could I request something with a reader who tells thorin “good to see you again” the first time she meets him before he can introduce himself or say anything. Then later when he asks her about it (because he’s been driving himself up the wall to figure out where they’ve met), she informs him that they actually had never met before bag end, and that she said that just to mess with him.

Yes they are! I hope you enjoy it:

"Good to see you again," You halted Thorin's introduction of himself to you, a grin on your face as you nodded at him. "Been quite awhile, I'm glad to see you've been doing alright."

Internally snickering at the face he made when he didn't recognize you, you hung your cloak neatly, placing your weapons in an organized fashion underneath it. "And you are Mr. Baggins, correct?" You smiled at the halfling, relishing in the way Thorin turned to his Company members, obviously pointing at you to inquire who you were. This was going to be fun.

It had been three days since you've started this journey, three glorious days of Thorin's confusion as you kept close to Gandalf throughout the time you've all been together.

And Thorin had had enough of this confusing feeling in his gut whenever you would look at him like you knew him.

"(Y/n)," Thorin called to you as you got prepared to start your turn of the night-watch.

"Yes, Thorin?" You turned to look at him, a grin on your face as he sat next to you.

"Forgive me for not remembering, but it has been driving me mad ever since the Company came to the Burglar's hobbit hole--"

"Bilbo." You chided gently, "His name is Bilbo."

"Right.. Bilbo," Thorin grumbled, "Where have we met before this? I cannot think of a single time I met you, and I would have remembered someone---" He halted himself, not daring to complete his sentence. "Someone so well versed in fighting." He chose to say as you grinned.

"Well..." He leaned forward, getting ready to know the answer to the question that has kept him up late at night---

"We've actually never met before, Thorin. It was just to rile you up."

"WHAT?!"

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I was inspired by this post by @elles-writing! It's not as good as hers but I hope you all will like it! I made up the magazine The Lady totally did not get inspo from my URL. (please excuse the bad quality of the images)

Men of Middle Earth featuring Éomer son of Éomund, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Boromir son of Denethor, and Faramir son of Denethor.

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I don’t know about y’all but light academia is what being in a relationship with Lindir would feel like

#lindir #lindir x reader #lindir x you #lindir x y/n #i just love him so much #omg lindir ily #hes the type to write you poetry and its super cute omg #AHHHHHHHH lindir AHHHHHHHHHH

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Hey do you mind if I make a Thorinxfem!reader request please? I'm Welsh so my culture is represented by a red dragon. There's a tale where the smaller red dragon defeats the much larger White dragon which symbolises England and the hold they have over us. We are proud people who refuse to let our culture be stamped out. It would be interesting to see the clash between opinions of dragons being about destruction and ruin versus empowerment and rebellion between Thorin and his S/O

The Clash

AUTHOR’s NOTE: Woah okay. So I’m not Welsh and I have never been encountered with Welsh culture so if I get any details incorrect please let me know!! Also, sorry if this is poorly written. I was going through a huge writers block. :(

DT: @kibleedibleedoo ^_^

PAIRING: Thorin x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ??

You and Thorin were deep in discussion, careful to not wake up the rest of the Company of whom were deep in sleep, you were both speaking in whispers. With your backs propped up against a smooth boulder, the topic of dragons slithered it’s way into your conversation.

“So we are talking about dragons now, huh?” you said, smiling, feeling a sense of excitement rush to your heart.

“Yeah and I was just about to mention how horrible they are.” Thorin said bluntly.

A frown appeared on your face. “Horrible?”

“Yes. Horrible. They are ruin. They have been nothing but ruin. The world would be better off without them.”

You felt yourself being fuelled by rage. How dare he insult a part of your culture like that!

“First of all, how dare you call dragons ruinous! My culture is represented by dragons and for you to call them horrible is absolutely insulting!” you whispered in an insulted tone. “You insult my people’s pride and our culture!”

Thorin remained quiet for a long moment. Thorin truly did think of dragons as nothing more than ruin but dragons representing something so sacred as culture? He had never heard of it, and now, he was curious. “I’m sorry for insulting you. Please, tell me, what are dragons to you?”

You looked at him. “And now you mock me.”

“No! I’m being serious! I truly am sorry.” Thorin said, somewhat desperately. “Please, tell me what dragons are to you...”

You bit your lip. “Dragons represent much for my people. They are empowerment and justice for us, hence why we have a dragon on our flags. We hold much pride for it.”

Thorin stared at you for a moment, completely adoring how much you spoke about your culture with pride. “Tell me the story. Why are the dragons so important?”

“In the Old Times, there existed two dragons: A small red one, and a larger white one. One day, when the red dragon discovered that the white dragon had inhabited it’s lands, the red dragon drove it away and in turn, brought freedom to the people of the land.”

You looked at Thorin, smiling slightly. “We were the red dragon and the English were the white dragon. Despite the English being a global powerhouse at the time, we ended up defeating them. From that day forward, we are empowered and we refuse to bend a knee to people who insult us.”

“That’s... incredible.” Thorin looked at you in admiration and was filled with twinges of embarrassment of how ignorant he was. “I understand now.”

You placed your palm on Thorin’s hand.

“What Smaug did to your people was horrible. Dragon’s may be ruin — but they are also hope.”

#the hobbit thorin #thorin durin #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #thorin imagine #thorin fanfiction #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin x y/n #thorin oakenshield #thorin fic

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