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[seinelee]

okay I'm packing and moving to another blog

It is bothering meeee that I may accidentally log out this account and never be able to access it again so I will be moving to another account where I'll continue posting. I'll be reblogging my posts from here to there so that you won't have to move from one place to another just to look for something.

@ceinelee

It might look a little boring at the moment but it will be home soon!

Thank you!

#seinelee #imagines #multifandom #x reader #im moving

[seinelee]

My head hurts right now. So I forgot the password for my email and I also forgot the password for my tumblr (because it has been too long since I had to log in here) why am I like this? And now I'm scared that if ever I accidentally log out I won't be able to get back here akwkfowkfoe if I make a new account, would it be okay for you all?

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Sinong Iniisip Mo? (Thranduil X Reader)

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(Fluff fluff fluff fluff ahead fluff fluff fluff fluff)

The book opened in front of you now lay forgotten as you have raised your eyes to the person sitting across you. And at that moment all the words you have just read that helped build a world in your head faded away. Nothing mattered now except for him.

The table stood beside a large window, providing you with enough light to be able to see the words printed on the pages. But as the sun began to set, the room was filled with warm colors.

And how beautifully they complemented him.

His hair turned a lovely shade of gold and the shadows defined his face even more. There was a peaceful look on him and it tied the picture together.

And how oblivious this man was about how perfect he looked right now.

You rested your chin on your hand and pretended to flip over a page. But your gaze never flickered away from him and a loving smile found its way to your lips. You began to notice the little things and you began to ask yourself how you thought of them as insignificant the first time you saw him.

You then forever etched the memory of how his eyelashes casted shadows on his cheeks and how his hair cascaded down to frame his face and how his lips parted slightly while he read. You looked at his slender fingers and watched as they turned the pages and noticed how his rings sparkled at the slightest touch of light.

Every little detail made your heart burst with so much love. And you are left to think of what you must have done to deserve him. Out of all the people he met and befriended, you were the one he entrusted his heart with.

As you continued to wonder, Thranduil noticed that you have not turned your page in a long time and decided to look at you.

He wa surprised to see you staring at him with such a loving gaze. Without knowing why, Thranduil felt blood run to his cheeks. You didn't look away, and instead your smile grew wider.

You and Thranduil both closed your books and set them aside. He rested his elbow on the table and put his chin on one of his hands, his other arm tucked neatly near his chest as he leaned forward.

To your dismay, he closed his eyes, hiding away the blue that you loved to get lost in. But it was short-lived, for once again he met your gaze.

Forever curious as to what goes on in your head, Thranduil asked,

"What are you thinking?"

You smiled.

"I'm thinking of you."

Sinong iniisip mo?

—(Filipino; Philippines)

Meaning: Who are you thinking of?

#thranduil #thranduil imagines #elvenking #imagines #x reader #thranduil x reader #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #tolkien

[seinelee]

things that exist but you can’t see:

people thinking about you and smiling

flowers growing in your heart

the moon’s affection for you

how much you’ve healed already

a lovely future written in the stars

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I Told You So (Thorin Oakenshield X Reader)

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(Every waking moment of my life I ask myself why I'm so awkward and why I always manage to make a fool out of myself I'M GOING TO NEVER LEAVE MY HOUSE AND NEVER ANSWER PHONE CALLS AND NEVER MAKE APPOINTMENTS I'M 18 AND I NEED MY MOM TO CALL THE DENTIST FOR ME

Also this is inspired by my Dad, who absolutely did not want us to get a dog but when we got one, he loves him as much as we love the dog!)

Thorin's eye twitched. "(Y/N), what is that?"

"What do you mean what this is? Isn't it obvious?"

"Why do you have that?"

"This is not a 'that'. This is Thor! And isn't he adorable?"

Thorin could only sigh and slap his palm against his forehead. There was really no stopping you on this one. He knew something was up the moment you returned from the Shire to visit Bilbo.

But he didn't expect you to actually bring home a puppy!

"Come on, look at him and tell me how adorabubble he is!" you cooed, holding the puppy in your arms. Thor tilted his head slightly to the right and you just lost it and squealed in delight.

Right now the dog seemed to be cute, but Thorin swore it was only because of you. But now he can't do anything. The dog's already here and you had named it. And Thor seemed to be a nice puppy.

"Alright, you get to keep... Thor, but you will be the one to take care of it," Thorin said.

Your face lit up and Thorin is reminded of why he always strived to make you happy. You rushed quickly to place the puppy gently on the floor before throwing your arms around Thorin and placing multiple kisses on his cheeks.

Thorin chuckled, returning your embrace. When the two of you settled, the both of you heard a whimper.

"Oh! I already taught him how to sit, come, and stay," you said. "It would be best if he also knows to follow orders from you. I won't ask a lot of time," you quickly added because Thorin had opened his mouth to probably argue on how he was busy with duties, "but just do this in your spare time. Thor will need to know that he must follow you too."

Thorin nodded and watched you take out a pouch full of treats. You looked at Thor and said, "Sit." The puppy sat down and seemed to smile at you with his tail wagging. You immediately squated down to give the puppy his treat.

"Isn't he a good boy?" you said, smiling up at Thorin. "Try calling him. Just call his name."

Thorin raised his eyebrow but nonetheless said, "Thor. Come here, Thor."

The puppy jumped up and looked at Thorin for a good minute before deciding to trot towards the dwarf. Then he automatically sat down. You giggled and handed Thorin a treat to give to the puppy.

You continued to take care of the puppy and true to your word, you were the one who looked after it the most. You bathed it, potty trained it, and completely fell in love with Thor. Everyone in Erebor who got to see the puppy adored him too. Even Thorin.

To your surprise (and mock hurt), Thor practically followed Thorin around. He just followed and behaved. When Thorin sat on his throne, Thor would sit beside him with alert eyes and ears. If Thorin decided to go out in the woods, Thor would follow. The dog loved him more then he loved you, the person who took him home!

And that was okay, because it made you happy to see Thorin's soft side more often. One night, after you finished bathing, you saw Thorin giving Thor a belly rub. He was smiling.

"You are such a good boy, aren't you, Thor?" Thorin muttered, petting the puppy. And then he saw you leaning against the doorway. He quickly cleared his throat and stood up, trying to deny the fact you saw him baby the dog.

"I told you so," you said, grinning at him.

He rolled his eyes before walking up to you to give you a kiss. "Yes, you told me so."

#thorin oakenshield #thorin imagines #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #imagines #x reader #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #tolkien #lotr #dwarves

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Litrato (Kili X Reader)

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(Eyyy first one for the dwarves! This is where Thorin, Kili, and Fili don't die okay but let's say Tauriel and Kili are only friends cause ya got to him first. It's just a short one but I hope you like it!)

You were lucky.

Transported to Middle Earth from your own world, surrounded by your favorite characters, and loved by your favorite dwarf.

Most importantly, you got transported with your phone! Although you won't have internet and you won't be able to send a message or call anyone, at least you've got unlimited storage and a battery that never dies. It was perfect for taking pictures and capturing memories.

You were very lucky indeed.

You were, until Kili decided to continuously borrow your phone. Now it didn't feel like it was your phone anymore. It felt like you were the one borrowing and it was his.

After Kili rushed to snatch it away from you for the twentieth time, you gave up and just started to find other things to keep you distracted. You would go to the library of Erebor (you helped fix and arrange the books because in all of Erebor you were the one that absolutely regarded books as delicate and important) and immersed yourself in the history and stories.

When you finished a book, you would go out to the gardens and tend to the flowers you planted. And if the weather was nice, you would lie down on the grass and take a nap.

By the end of the day, you would go back to your chambers and there Kili would return your phone. Always you would check and try to see what he did with it, but he would leave no clues! He didn't take pictures. He didn't play games. He didn't record anything.

As this went on, your curiosity grew but you knew it was pointless to ask Kili. He always knew how to change the subject and avoid confrontation. So you let him. What's yours is his and what's his is yours.

One afternoon when you were sitting outside watching Kili and Fili practice sword fighting, you said, "Kili, if you want, you can borrow my phone for a week. You don't have to return it."

Kili dropped his sword and Fili took this as an opportunity to smack him with the handle of his sword.

While Kili rubbed the sore spot, he looked at you with wide eyes. "Truly? You would let me keep it for a little while?" he said, and you didn't know why he was so happy.

You laughed at his wide smile. "If you want, you can have it. I'll just borrow it occasionally."

He shook his head. "Oh no, no, I just need to borrow it for a couple of days. I will return it to you, I promise!"

You were happy to see him light up and pump his fist in the air in excitement before continuing his practice with Fili. But after that, you started to regret letting him borrow it. Because when you gave it to Kili, he immediately ran off and you didn't see him for three days.

On the morning of the fourth day of his absence, you pouted and entered your room, patting your hair dry. Kili was still missing and he promised he would take you out. It was your birthday and every birthday, the two of you spent a day under your favorite tree and have a picnic.

Sighing, you readied yourself for a birthday spent alone when you noticed something on your bed. It was a box and on top of it was your phone. You noticed it was open and the notes application was on the screen.

Someone had typed something on it.

'(Y/N),

I remember how you once said that you never liked to see yourself in pictures that you have taken with your camera. You said you never looked good in any of them.

However, I would like to disagree. And I know you will disagree with my disagreement.

That is why I have put in the box my attempts to show you how I see you through my eyes.

Forgive me for stealing your phone from you. I needed to have reference pictures for this, and because you move so much I cannot do it properly without having a copy of you being still.

I hope it is to your liking.

I'll be waiting for you at our usual spot.

Happy birthday, my sweetheart.

Kili'

A smile made its way to your lips as you opened the box. And inside you saw a small stack of papers.

On them were drawings. They were drawings of you. And how beautiful they all are. They were drawings of you in the library, in the gardens, under the tree, sitting by a window, and even one asleep with your head resting on Kili's shoulder.

They were you doing the simplest of things and yet Kili managed to make them look magical. And it made your heart swell with so much love. For someone who never really loved how you look that much, this was worth more than all the spoken compliments.

This allowed you to have a glimpse of how he saw you. And Kili even drew you. And you bet he had to finish one drawing before he had to return the phone to you and delete the evidence.

Every drawing had a caption underneath. One said, "You always get lost in your own world whenever you read. Do you know how adorable you look when you get excited about a book?" and another had, "Tell me, dearest, how do I stop myself from loving you more each day if you look stunning even while sweeping the floor?".

The last drawing made you tear up and laugh. You remembered when he took this picture. It was when you thought he was doing something on your phone when. He said something that made you smile. It was a portrait of you smiling, and under the drawing there was a caption:

"My favorite smiles are the smiles you give me whenever I tell you I love you."

Litrato

—(Filipino; Philippines)

Meaning: Portrait, Picture

#kili #Kili x reader #Kili imagines #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #dwarves #jrr tolkien #tolkien #imagines #x reader #lord of the rings fanfic

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Can I please make an imagine request please? :D

Omigosh of course aaaaaahhhh!!! I'll do my best 😍😍

[seinelee]

ahon (Thranduil X Reader)

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(Warning: This contains some sad or dark thoughts. Sometimes this is how my mind works and I tried to put them into writing and if any of this bothers you or can trigger you, please do not read.

I just needed Thranduil to comfort me guys I can't even. Ahhhhhhh I used the first person for this but again ya can still insert your name this is still an x reader. I hope this brings you comfort too. One day, we'll find a person like Thranduil who won't let us cry ourselves to sleep. We'll find someone like him who'll never let us be broken on our own.)

I woke up feeling tired and blue.

I went to bed early and woke up having fulfilled the recommended hours of sleep. And to think I slept every night in the arms of the man I loved—that was more than enough to feel warm and comfortable.

But I felt tired and blue.

And I didn't want to move.

But I have to.

And so I got up and went on my day. The thought of my husband attending more meetings and having to deal with more problems made me guilty of thinking about not doing my duties. So I pushed myself. Just continue to function. Work and work until your forget the thoughts in your head. Smile and hide what bothers you.

You don't need to let it be known to everyone what's troubling you. You can keep that to yourself.

But as I worked and read letters that needed to be looked through, I couldn't stop the self-deprecating thoughts that were trying hard to bring down my protective walls.

I'm not good enough to be a queen. I'm not doing things right. I don't know where I'm supposed to go and which decisions to make. I still depend on my husband and I feel like I'll never be what others expect me to be. I need to be smart and strong for our people, but all I see is a little girl lost in her attempts to become successful.

And I fell down into the hole I liked to call 'disappointment'. There was no escaping this hole. I made it myself for myself. This is where I always realize that I have let people down. Here I can see their frowning faces and I can hear the words they whisper behind my back. Worst of all, I see the faces of the people I love most and every tear they must have shed for me because I failed. It made me want to dig deeper and never attempt to climb out.

As these thoughts raged in my head, I made my body walk and shuffle across rooms and corridors and I plastered my face with a polite smile. If I was caught with a distant look, I'd brush it off and say I was daydreaming. It wasn't a lie, but I was imagining what it would be like if I was gone.

When the day was over, it felt like I dragged my body back to our chambers. Proud and tall I seemed to be to those who saw me pass by, but to me it felt like my legs were made of lead and I was pulling something heavy.

After changing, I buried myself beneath the covers and closed my eyes. I can feel the tears waiting to fall, but I stopped them. My husband was still in his study, and if I were to break down and he happened to come back, he would see me and he would worry.

And oh, the last thing I want to be is to be a burden to my dear Thranduil.

So I waited, and I tried to distract myself by reading a book, but the words did not mean anything to me. The voices in my head started to scream and I want to escape and I felt like I was in a box and I want to get out I want to breath I want to bang my head against the wall in a weak attempt to silence them but I know that will not happen because these voices in my head are my doing these are my voice and I know I shouldn't let them gnaw on the thinnest threads that I call self-love and hope but I cannot stop them because I myself have given up and is a life worth living if you live a life being a walking disaster I shouldn't be here I'm a failure I'm a faiLUREI'MAFAILUREI'MAFAILUREI'MAFAILUREI'MAFAILUREI'MAFAILUREI'M—

"Darling?"

I blinked.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

The voices backed away. They allowed me to breathe. But they'll return.

"Yes, I am fine," I said, closing the book ans placing it on the bedside table. The look Thranduil gave me told me he wasn't convinced with my answer so I changed the subject. I noticed he looked tired than usual. "Go change and join me here, dearest. I know there is something bothering you and you know I am always here to listen and comfort you."

A soft smile made its way to his lips and I noticed his shoulders relax. When he was done getting ready for bed, I opened my arms and embraced him. Thranduil sighed, and he told me how his day went. I nodded and listened, commenting and agreeing, happy to have a distraction from my dark thoughts.

But alas, my love went to sleep. And I knew there was nothing to stop the monsters in my head. So I let them run around, but before I did, I made sure Thranduil wouldn't wake. Turning my back to him, I sighed and let the tears fall.

How many nights have I done this? I could not count them anymore, but I knew I was doing this for a long time. I am able to cry without letting out a whimper, without my shoulders shaking, without the obvious gestures that I was crying. Thranduil never knew his wife was breaking and that was alright with me. If he found out, I do not think he will be happy of the fact that his queen is crying over things that do not matter.

Yes they do not matter. There are people out there who are facing more challenging problems and here I am crying over my incompetency when I should be trying to improve myself. So imperfect, so broken, even with my efforts to be the perfect one for everyone. Oh no I cannot breathe again I am lost again I cannot see I am in the dark and the voices seemed to close in on me and they are pulling me down and the warmth of my lover begins to fade and I am left in this abyss I am alone I am alone in my thoughts no one can understand and if I try to reach out to others they will only judge me and tell me things that I know they mean well but they will hurt me more and I will only sink deeper into this ocean of darkness and I will never get out and no matter how much I swim I will be pulled down and I cannot breathe I cannot think straight someone helP ME GET OUT OF THIS HELP ME HELP ME TAKEMEAWAYFROMTHISSTOPTHISTORTUREIAMAFRAIDIWILLNEVERBEWHOLEAGAIN I A M A F R A I D I W I L L N E V E R B E W H O LE A G A I N HELPMEPLE—

"Meleth nin."

I resurfaced.

Arms found their way around my body and they pulled me closer to someone's warmth and oh how comforting it feels. The same arms made me turn on my side and I was soon face to face with my husband. His eyes, half open from waking just a moment ago, widened as he saw my tear stained cheeks and my quivering lips.

"Oh my love, what has reduced you into tears?" Thranduil gasped, sitting up and pulling me to his lap. He cradled me as close as he could to him and began placing kisses on my temple.

I shook my head and I wiped away my tears but more kept on falling and soon I stopped and let myself cry. Thranduil's grip on me tightened every time I let out a heart-wrenching sob and I would hear hurt in his voice whenever he would whisper, "Oh (Y/N), shh, you are with me, you are with me."

It seemed like an eternity before I was reduced to sniffling and hiccups, and once I was sure there were no more tears to shed I muttered, "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Thranduil."

Thranduil looked pained and I was afraid I had done something wrong.

"I should be the one apologizing," he said. "I am your husband. I should have known there was something troubling you and I should have known you were hurting and I didn't even know you were crying. Valar, my wife is crying beside me and I'm asleep!"

"It is not your fault, Thranduil!" you exclaimed. "No it is not your fault! I hid this from you. I hid this."

"But why would you?" he whispered, his voice breaking.

I buried my face in my hands, ashamed of myself. "Because these tears are caused by pointless thoughts."

"It is not pointless if it led you to this, (Y/N)!" Thranduil said in frustration. "Everything about you is important to me. No matter how you think of it. It saddens me that you thought I won't pay attention or that you thought I would discard your feelings. I married you because I love you. And loving you means you are of utmost importance to me."

Thranduil held my face in his hands and rested his forehead against mine. I took a shaky breath and looked into his eyes.

"Will you let me in? Will you let me carry your burden too? Will you let me save you? Please, allow me to do so," whispered Thranduil. "I cannot bear seeing you like this."

My dark thoughts retreat and the ocean disappears. The voices stopped gnawing and I was filled with renewed hope. I can breathe again.

I can breathe again.

"Help me."

"I'll save you."

ahon

—(Filipino; Philippines)

Meaning: to get out of the water

#thranduil #thranduil imagines #thranduil x reader #x reader #imagines #jrr tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the hobbit imagines

[seinelee]

Loved your new Tranduil story :3

Thank you so much! 💕 Merci beaucoup ! I really appreciate it and this made my day, what with all the problems I'm having with college 😭 is it bad I'm just bringing my personal problems here haha bury me

#thank you #thank you so much #anon

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Let Down Your Hair (Legolas X Reader)

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(And now I am reminded why I don't like thinking of titles. Oh well. Anyway! (H/C) means Hair Color and let's say our hair here is either short or long, but enough to put it in a small bun or enough to tie it back. If your hair is shorter, then let us imagine that you've grown it out here in this oneshot while you travelled with the Fellowship. Wiiiieeeeee)

Frodo's gone, Boromir's gone, the hobbits went in different directions, and now you lot are scrambling to find them.

And oh, you barely had time to pin your hair properly. Isn't that great?

You slashed your sword at the orc running towards you, sending it's head off of its body. Whirling around, you quickly dropped down and outstretched your leg. With a quick swipe, you managed to bring down two orcs and you stabbed them. And without catching your breath, you nocked an arrow and shot another one down.

As you killed orc after orc, Legolas tried to pave a way to you. When he was close enough, Legolas saw an orc running towards your direction.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed. You automatically ducked and he shot an arrow just above your head, hitting the orc before it even brought its sword swinging. You stabbed at the leg of another one attempting to knock Legolas' bow off his hand.

The two of you had grown close during the journey, and while he did admit he was skeptical you could defend yourself, Legolas soon found out you can also defend the fellowship. Since then you fought together and even began to understand each other during a fight without having to say anything.

You ducked and drove your sword upwards, killing the orc that tried to grab you. But all the moves you made had caused your hair tie to lessen its grip on the bun you had made, and without the pins to help hold it in place, your (H/C) locks started to fall down.

"Oh great!" you huffed, reaching one hand up to your hair and catching the hair tie before it fell and one hand still slashing at the enemy. You slipped the hair tie to your wrist and continued fighting.

The wave of orcs that ambushed you were now down to only ten. Gimli was just roaring and shouting so Legolas knew his friend was doing alright. But he heard you say something and after that there was silence. So when he shot down the last orc for him to kill, Legolas immediately looked at the direction he last saw you.

A figure was kneeling down on the ground on one knee, hand holding the sword that's supporting their weight.

"(Y/N)?" Legolas said, unsure even though he knew it was you.

You sighed and pushed yourself up, swinging your sword, wiping off the blood, and then sheathing it. Then you ran a hand through your hair before looking at Legolas.

"Yes? Is there a problem?" you asked, your eyebrows raised at the expression Legolas had.

He gaped at you, and although he tried to hide it, Legolas' cheeks were slightly dusted with pink. Always you had put your hair up in a bun or a ponytail but now that he'd seen you with your hair down, Legolas was in awe of how different you looked. And the way you brushed it off your face and how it complemented you so much, it took his breath away. Not that he had not found you beautiful before—oh no, he absolutely adored you. This was something that was too much for his heart, though.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Legolas blurted out. When he realized what he just said, Legolas coughed and looked away. "I-I mean..."

Even though you were also blushing, you managed to beam at him and how cute he was acting. With a chuckle, you pushed his back to get him walking after Gimli (who grumbled something along the lines of, "About time he said it!").

"Well, if we live through this, I'll let you braid my hair, if you want."

Much to your amusement, Legolas nearly tripped over his own feet.

#legolas #legolas imagines #legolas x reader #imagines #x reader #tolkien #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings #legolas greenleaf

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Erm I ended up retouching my old drawing of Kili 😅💕 please excuse the quality of this photo I can't find good lighting it's nearly 1AM why am I always motivated to draw at this time

Anywayyyyyy I'm glad I can see improvement but I still have a long way to gooooo I hope I can draw hair better and clothes and work on the shadows and stuff. Tbh it's hard when you're using cotton buds to blend *sigh* also I only just started trying to draw with graphite pencils wooooo

#kili #the hobbit #fanart #tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #its not the best okay #they are just too fab to draw #help me #sketch #drawing

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Till My End (Frodo Baggins X Reader)

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(I have to force myself to look away from the elves and give more love to the others! Wiiieeeeeee I'll be posting only this for tonight as I really want to finish drawing Elrond's face it's been bothering me kwkdkenfkejd I hope you enjoy! And this is also a sad one againdon'tevenbesurprisedanymorethanks)

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and pressed against your chest. With a sad smile, you watched the hunched back of the hobbit sitting by the desk amidst the papers and stacked books. The faint scratching of the quill against the paper told you he was continuing the book again, and while you wanted to call him to join you for tea, you knew he'd appreciate it more if you brought a cup to him later rather than disturbing him.

Almost two years ago, Frodo had left with nothing but a small note to tell you of where he had gone. He had also left with Sam, Merry, and Pippin, and in his absence, you tried to keep the house he owned in Crickhallow clean and proper. But soon you moved with Rosie's family when chaos started.

When they came back, you so wanted to throw your arms around Frodo and demand where he had been off to, but you saw the distant look in his eyes. Frodo was silent yet none escaped you—he was happy to be home yet so tired and sad. Like he had gone through a lot of pain, both physical and emotional.

And you were right. When Frodo finally had enough time to rest, he told you his tale. You weren't the only observant one. Frodo knows and sees you too. And he knew you had been aching to know what happened to him. Frodo also knew of how you patiently waited for him to be the one to open up, and for that he was grateful.

He told you of their journey and the battles and Frodo whispered to you of his scars and the pain he still felt. Even though it had already healed, there was still pain where he got stabbed by a Nazgûl. And he was still weary from carrying the ring for so long.

You did what you could to help him ease back into the every day life of a hobbit. For the most part, he was happy to be back. When they were able to fix up Bag End, he told you to move in with him. He continued to hang out with Sam, Merry, and Pippin but you knew the four of them will never be the same. Their carefree demeanor was still there but you observed they have grown more mature. You felt proud for all of them, for surviving such an adventure like that.

But the hardest parts of helping Frodo was when the anniversary of the day he got the wound from the Morgul blade came. He became ill and you had no idea what to do to help ease the pain. All you could offer was your presence, and Frodo appreciated it everytime, holding onto your hand and resting his head on your shoulder.

A grunt from Frodo snapped you out of your thoughts and you saw him clutching his shoulder, grimacing in pain. Quickly you shuffled towards him and pulled his figure close to you.

"It is hurting again," Frodo said, closing his eyes and trying to focus on the kisses you pressed on his temple instead of the pain.

"I know, my love, I know," you whispered, trying to hold back the tears. If you could, you would take all the pain from him just to spare him from the sleepless nights.

After a little while, the pain subsided and he looked up at you whilst his hand held your arm around him. You smiled and ran a hand lightly through his curls.

"I will be meeting Bilbo and Lord Elrond soon," he said to you. You nodded, your smile still gracing your lips. "And I suppose Lady Galadriel and Gandalf will be there." Still you nodded and fondly caressed his cheek.

"You always tell Sam that he cannot be always torn into two. When he wanted to move in but he also wanted to be with Rosie, you told him to move in after getting married," you said to Frodo. "Whatever your decision may be, I will be most happy if you made it wholeheartedly."

Frodo's eyebrows met as you kneeled beside him. You took his hands in yours and kissed them.

"Go and sail, Frodo," you whispered. "Be with Bilbo. You and I know you will never be at peace here, even with the comforts of the Shire. It pains me to see you be burdened and to see you ill. I want you to be happy, like how you deserve to be after all you have gone through."

"But I am also happy with you," said Frodo.

You shook your head. "But I cannot cure you, and therefore all your years spent here will not be entirely filled with joy."

"And what of you? I cannot leave you!"

"I cannot board their ship and sail with you, my love, you and I know that." You pressed your forehead against your intertwined hands. "I will be alright. I will have plenty of things to do as I am sure Sam and Rosie will need help raising their children to come."

Frodo sighed and leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on your hands. "I am so sorry, my love. I hoped to marry you and live here with you for all my days. I hoped to love you with all my heart and love you every single day."

"Then marry me?"

Frodo opened his eyes and he gaped at you. "But you told me you want me to go," he said.

"And you will go. But at least when you leave, I will have your name with me for as long as I live. I have no need for big celebrations—only something that will bind me to you."

Frodo's eyes started to water, but you saw that he was also considering it and he was happy with the idea. "But, (Y/N), you still have more years to come. Surely you will find someone who can make you happy, something I cannot do when I am gone."

"Frodo Baggins, I do not and cannot see myself with anyone other than you." You stood up and leaned to kiss him. "So marry me?"

You both got married a little while after Rosie and Sam's wedding, only inviting those who are closest to you. You spent the rest of the days encouraging Frodo to finish his book and him giving all the love he could show.

But the day came when Frodo finished the book and he and Sam were to leave to meet Elrond and Bilbo. You wanted to go with them, but you knew it would be more painful to see him board the ship and never return.

Instead you stayed home with Rosie, and there you could pretend that Frodo only went off to another adventure, just like how he dreamt to do when he was a young hobbit.

Before Frodo left with Sam, he gathered you in his arms and kissed you, pouring all the words he wanted to say and all the love he wanted to give. You didn't want it to end but you had to pull away, and you stared at each other for a long time, memorizing each other's face and trying to remember forever the warmth of the embrace.

"You best be off now," you said, your voice breaking. With a sniffle you pecked him on the cheek. "Be safe. Take care of yourselves. Be happy."

"And you as well."

He took his bag and walked towards the door. Tears were streaming down your face and he wanted so badly to run back to you and comfort you. But Frodo stopped himself and with tears running down his cheeks as well, he said,

"I love you. Till the end of my days."

"I love you too. Till I breathe my last."

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Ada Thranduil is so cute wjdjwndne

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Christopher Tolkien, third son of J.R.R. Tolkien and editor of much of his posthumous work, including The Silmarillion, has died at age 95. Thank you for bringing your father’s vision to life through your work. Rest in peace.

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Il t'aime (Jealous!Thranduil X Reader)

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(Let's pretend we all know a thing or two about speaking in French, okay? Okay. If my French needs to be corrected, please do so! I'm still trying to get to an A1 or A2 level *sigh*)

You wanted to wipe off that smirk on Legolas' face. And you swear you would, if only you could look more intimidating. But, as Legolas had put it into words:

"Tu es très mignonne quand tu es contrariée (You are very cute when you are upset.)"

On days where you and Legolas had free time, Legolas asked you of the languages of your world. When you landed in Middle Earth, you found yourself being able to understand and talk in Westron or the Common Speech there. So naturally he was curious as to what your language sounded. Of course you told him you knew English and (your native language if your first language isn't English). He asked you to say something in English. When you said, "You're a cheesehead." you were amused to see Legolas looking at you weirdly.

But then that conversation soon went to him asking you if you knew other languages. And that led you to tell him you tried to learn French. When he asked you to say something using the language and write down what you have said, he blinked and stared at the paper for a long time.

"Is it really intentional then, to not pronounce some or most of the letters?" Legolas asked which made you roll on the ground in laughter because it was the same problem you had when learning French.

And with his never-ending curiosity, Legolas began asking you to teach him a little bit. It was quite handy especially when you wanted to tell Legolas something that you do not want others to know and vice versa.

But it soon became a problem when Legolas found out that you like his father.

Oh he was more than supportive. So supportive, in fact, that he began spewing lies!

Whenever you were eating with him and Thranduil, Legolas would suddenly say, "Mon père t'aime."

And you would always glare at him, with red cheeks and unable to look at Thranduil for the next couple of minutes.

Legolas would always drop that sentence whenever you were around Thranduil and it made you upset because you thought it made you look like a blubbering idiot in front of the king.

"Je suis pas mignonne (I am not cute) ! " you huffed but Legolas laughed and laughed even more when he saw who was walking towards the two of you. And to your surprise, Legolas shot you a genuine smile. "Il t'aime, (Y/N). Mon père, il t'aime. Crois en moi."

And with that he walked away. You were about to say something when someone pulled your hand harshly and dragged you away.

It was Thranduil, and as he led you to his study, his robe billowed behind him, and you tried to not step on them. When you reached his study, he slammed the door shut. And with raging eyes, Thranduil pushed you against the wall and caged you in with his arms on either side of you, palms on the wall.

You cringed and tried to look away, sure that you were blushing madly. But there was no way out—Thranduil would not let you get away.

He had had enough of his son's flirting with you. Of course Thranduil wasn't opposed to his son finding someone to spend his life with, but could it be someone else instead of you? He was falling in love more at how you always looked so adorable blushing but he was getting more annoyed at how it wasn't him who was the cause of your actions. And most of all, he was getting frustrated that he couldn't understand what the both of you were saying!

Enough was enough.

He'd get answers.

"Il t'aime," he spat, and that made you stop and look at him.

"What?" you said, flabbergasted at the fact he knows the phrase.

"Il t'aime. Mon père t'aime." He growled when blood rushed back to your cheeks. "What does it mean?"

Oh goodness why? "I-I do not know," you stammered but he did not buy it and a growl came deep from his chest again. "Why do you want to know anyway?"

With a frustrated sigh, he dropped his hands and walked away from you, running a hand through his hair. Your knees felt weak so you leaned against the wall, cautiously looking at Thranduil who had now put his hands on his desk, head bowed.

"I do not know," he said after a long silence. "I do not know why I even ask. Forgive my actions. I will leave."

You panicked. Maybe Legolas wasn't telling lies. Maybe this is what he was aiming to happen. Maybe, just maybe, you do have a chance.

It was now or never.

"Il t'aime," you blurted out, making Thranduil stop in his tracks. "Mon pére, il t'aime. Crois en moi."

His hand hovered over the doorknob, waiting, listening to what you have to say. And his heart hammered wildly in his chest, afraid of knowing the truth.

"He loves you. My father loves you. Believe in me," you said, and Thranduil forgot the jealousy that brewed inside him. "I-I think he'd been saying it to me so that I would get flustered. I did not know why he kept doing it and I kept brushing it off. You really don't have to mind it—I am certain he got it all wrong and—"

"Did he, though?"

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

He sauntered towards you and once more, you found yourself being caged in by Thranduil. This time, there was something else in his eyes.

"Are you certain he did not mean those words?" he whispered.

But before you could even answer, Thranduil leaned in and captured your lips with his. Without thinking, your hands found their way around his neck and he pulled you closer to him.

When Thranduil pulled away to catch his breath, you said, "Je t'aime."

"What does it mean?" he asked, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

You grinned. "I think you already know."

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Bulong Sa Hangin: Letters I Should Have Sent -Elrond's Letter(Elrond X Reader)

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(When I said that the last update was the last part I did try to mean it 😂 but well have more of this to break your heart. This is dedicated to @arizonalovesher 💕 also I made it so that you came 60 years before the Quest of Erebor happened. I tried to search and be a little accurate with the timeline. I am not sure however of Eldarion's year of birth. And I also tried my best with Sindarin 😭 If it needs to be corrected please do tell me!)

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"Meleth nin (my love)," Aragorn said, opening the door to their bedroom. There he saw his wife and queen, Arwen, holding their son Eldarion in her arms. She was in the middle of telling her son a story when Aragorn came in with a wild look on his face.

"Man te (What is it)? You look troubled," she said, alarmed by his expression. Arwen stood up, still holding Eldarion.

"You must come," Aragorn said, stepping aside to let one of Arwen's ladies come in. Arwen handed Eldarion to her after kissing her son's forehead.

The two quickly walked out of the room, with Arwen almost jogging to match Aragorn's stride. It took a while but Arwen soon realized he was leading her to the healer.

"What is wrong, Aragorn?" she asked again, the curiosity in her growing by the second.

"Something, or rather, someone fell out of the sky. The Drúedain came and surprised us when they brought her."

Arwen stopped in her tracks. Aragorn was a few steps away when he noticed she wasn't with him anymore. He looked back and saw her with a heart-wrenching look on her face.

"It cannot be..." she whispered. "Amman hi (Why now)?"

Aragorn stepped closer to her and eneveloped her hands in his. "Is it her?"

She shook her head. "Ú-iston. I do not know," Arwen answered. "We shall see."

Just then a door opened and out came the head healer. "My lord, my lady!" she exclaimed, bowing low before gesturing to the room. "She has been looking for you, my lady!"

Without a second thought, Arwen ran and entered the room. And there lying down on a bed, young as she was when Arwen last saw her, was (Y/N).

"Oh (Y/N)!" exclaimed Arwen, caressing her friend's cheek. "What happened to you?"

You smiled and sat up, wincing a little from the bruise you got from falling. "Apparently I do not have a choice on where I will go when I die."

"You... You died?" Arwen repeated. "In your world?"

You nodded but did not elaborate further. Instead, your gaze went to the man standing behind Arwen. "It is an honor to finally meet you, King Aragorn," you said, bowing your head.

"Likewise," said Aragorn. "I have heard a lot about you from Arwen and her brothers. And even from Lord Elrond."

Pain flashed in your eyes for a split second but you blinked and quickly smiled. "I hope they talked of nice things, especially Elladan and Elrohir."

Aragorn chuckled. But before he could say anything, Arwen said, "(Y/N), you've been gone for nearly two centuries. Did you remain immortal in your world?"

You shook your head. "A year in Middle Earth is only a day in my world, Arwen. Yet it all seemed like a dream when I returned there." You offered her a pained smile. "I know that look. You have read my letters. He read mine, didn't he? And you think I came back too late."

"Because you did come back too late!" she said. You were about to contradict her when out of her pockets she took out an envelope. "I carry this with me all the time and I have read it. But it is not meant for me."

She handed the envelope to you and you took it. Glancing back at Arwen's face, you braced yourself before reading the letter.

"3021, September 28 (a day before Elrond's departure)

I take with me the letters you should have sent.

I leave behind the letter I should have sent.

I take with me your love.

I leave behind mine in hopes that you return someday.

So that you may know and you may find peace.

I love you.

I still love you.

And without a doubt, I will continue to do so, even if I am reunited with my darling across the sea.

You will forever be the love that I should have cherished.

The love I should have given a chance."

There was another sheet of paper along with the first and your heart clenched and ached with such regret. It was a drawing of you making a flower crown on the day you turned 40. You and Elrond had spent that day in a field full of flowers. Underneath the drawing, Elrond wrote:

"2921, (Your birth month and day)

Elloth. A lone flower.

She was a lone flower yet she is the most beautiful among the others.

I would like to call her mine but I am afraid she might not return my love. I see her look at me the same way I look at her but I fear it is only a trick of the light, a trick of my wishful thinking.

Maybe someday I will be able to tell her. Only I pray that she will not be taken away from me by then."

A tear stained the last word, and you realized you were silently crying. But you folded the letter carefully and with love, you placed it back in the envelope.

Somehow, amidst the pain and regret, you did find peace. Amidst the 'what ifs' and 'I should haves', you were finally free of the torturous question of, 'Does he love me too?'

"I apologize," Arwen said, and you saw she was also shedding tears. "I saw the two of you and I saw love, and yet I did not do anything to help you. I should have done something. And maybe you and my father would have spent years being happy."

You reached out to touch her cheek and shook your head. "There is nothing to forgive, my dear friend. I have found peace," you said. "And I am happy for Elrond. For he is now with your mother and she will be there to take care of him and his heart."

"And what of you? It is not fair!"

"Nothing is ever fair and not everyone gets their happy ending." With a sigh, you clutched the letter close to your heart. "I will be fine. This time I will perish and no longer my life will be that of the elves. If you will allow me, I wish to stay and be of service to you."

Across the sea, far from Middle Earth, Elrond gazed at the waves with the wind caressing his cheeks. It was as if they were desparate to tell him something. And Manwë heard and Manwë gave them the faintest voice.

And Elrond heard your voice and the words you have whispered to the wind a long time ago. Before the wind ceased, they brought a recent message from you.

"I have found peace. Have you?"

Elrond closed his eyes before he whispered, "I have."

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