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animatorweirdo · 3 days

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Bodyguard From Another World

(A crack fic crossover between Silmarillion / Attack on Titan. Hope you like it)

Requested by @springfountain

Congrats on finishing your series anima! Great work on both of them👍So some crack idea for you:

A titan reader gets transported to Middle-Earth and has their right hand cut off during a fight. They look at Mae, a smug smirk on their face, and regenrate their hand saying "Imma make you real jealous now."

It would be lovely if you could write crack headcanon based on this for all Sons of Fëanor like you did with Raiden's handmaid.

Warnings: bad jokes, falling into a hole, reader being slightly lazy, losing limbs, (Maybe poor writing? It's a crack fic, who cares) growing back limbs, and more bad jokes.

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- You are not entirely sure how you got where you are now.

- You remember it being some kind of scouting mission outside the walls. You and your team were safely chilling on a tree, taking a break, and then you found an interesting hole at the bottom of the tree.

- You went to check it out since there were no Titans nearby, and then your team began to joke about rabbit holes and other worlds they read about in storybooks.

- You were right in front of the hole, looking down and trying to see if you could see the bottom. Then, one of your teammates thought it would be a fun idea to smack you in the back, causing you to lose balance and fall into the hole. You were not quick enough to catch yourself in time, so you slipped in and fell into the bottomless hole screaming.

- It happened so fast. You were blinded by the darkness and the ground beneath you was so slippery that you couldn’t catch onto anything to stop your violent sliding. Then, you saw light at the bottom and before you knew it, you were thrown out of the hole.

- You violently rolled out of the hole. Thanks to your gear, you didn’t roll far and landed on your back. Groaning painfully on the ground, your back ached from the bruises and the dirt that covered the whole backside of your uniform.

- When you recovered and sat up. You heard your teammate's shouts coming from the hole, but then to your fright and confusion, the tree suddenly started moving. It moved and twisted itself around, closing the hole and trapping you in the world you were now.

- Luckily, the world you got trapped into was not so bad. There were no Titans, which was a huge plus. The only creatures you needed to worry about were orcs and some other type of creatures that tried to kill you, but honestly, you would take them any day than see another titan.

- You found work in a guild that took bodyguard work and legal bounty jobs. It helped you get a place to live and get comfortable with your new life.

- You sparsely used the 3DM gear since this world didn’t have a concept of using gas as a fuel. So, you had to count on your other skills to make yourself useful and earn good money in your job.

- Even though you missed some of your friends. You didn't mind staying in this world. No Titans, no trauma. Even though orcs were just as troublesome and violent as titans, you preferred to fight someone of your own size than over ten-foot-tall monsters.

- One day, your guild received a commission from the Noldor elves. Apparently, they needed more manpower to ensure the safety of a party that was to travel to another kingdom for a meeting. It had been a rough time for everyone, so it was understandable. You were picked into the group as you were one of the best fighters, and then you all were set to meet the elves for the time of the job.

- You didn’t pay attention when your group leader spoke with the tall red-haired elf, but when things were settled, you started your journey. You did take a chance to glance at all of them and figured they were the so-called sons of Feanor.

- You would have preferred to go as quietly as possible but you then managed to catch up a conversation with a few of them. Apparently, you were quite short compared to others which caught their attention. You didn’t take kindly to that remark, but since they were taller than most in your group, you began to understand Captain Levi’s troubles, since he was the shortest man in the scout regiment.

- The elf named Maglor was pleasant to talk to. You learned many interesting things about elves from him and you shared a few stories of your adventures with him.

- The elf named Celegorm sometimes butted in, judging your size and experiences. They were just some jabs, and you were okay with him most of the time.

- You didn’t converse with Curufin much. But you did notice that he seemed shorter than most of his brothers, and when he sent you a jab, you kinda of teased his height which then earned glares from him.

- You mostly respectfully kept your distance from Caranthir. It’s not that you were afraid of him or his rumored temper. There was just nothing that could have sparked a discussion, and you both were fine with that.

- Surprisingly, you got quite well along with the twins. They heard your tease toward Curufin, and now you had been talking with them most of the journey. What was even better was that they seemed to share your sense of humor.

- You were quite laid back and nonserious. Your group leader often scolded you for slacking, and that seemed to have made a poor impression on the oldest of the brothers, Maedhros.

- He even joined in the scolding and asked you to take things more seriously.

- You knew how to be serious when needed, but when there were no immediate dangers, you saw no reason to be serious.

- Maedhros then remarked that your lack of preparations during jobs will end up bringing you great harm and blah, blah, blaa.

- Little did they know that you did not need to worry about injuries and such since you had regenerative abilities.

- You were actually a titanshifter. You just managed to keep it hidden from your friends and the scout regiment and avoid receiving serious injuries that could have given you away.

- Your guild knew about your abilities since you had ended up in a situation where you lost a leg and grew it back to save someone.

- They were quite accepting, to your relief, and you might have confessed to them about your other abilities. They were curious but respectful since there was no need for you to shift into your titan form.

- That was one of the reasons why you preferred to live in this world. You do not want to imagine the mess you would create if the scout regiment knew about your secret.

- You continued sending jabs at Maedhros when he continued scolding you and then came a day when a large group of orcs attacked you.

- It was a sudden ambush, even though, you all succeeded in fending off the attack. You protected the tall red-haired elf from a sneak attack and lost half of your right arm in the process.

- The pain was nothing you had not experienced before, but it did send Maedhros in panic when he saw your bleeding arm.

- But then you grinned at him.

- “I’m about to make you real jealous right now,” you said.

- He looked at you confused until you used your ability to regrow your arm.

- Let’s just say, the look on his face was priceless.

- Your group leader was quick to explain that you had such an ability, then forced you to apologize for making it a spectacle.

- You apologized, and then you earned more reactions from his brothers.

Maedhros

- He would still be quite frightened and perhaps a little traumatized to see your once cut-off hand now grow back.

- He was quite relieved that the leader of your group explained your ability and that it was normal for you to grow back your limbs.

- Your group leader seemed pissed off for the remark you made and made you apologize for the show, which Maedhros gradually accepted.

- Let’s just say, Maedhros did not underestimate you again and left you on your own things even if you still slacked off.

Maglor

- He would be shocked, but then curious about your ability.

- He would inquire a lot about it and question if you had more than one time ended up losing a limb during your adventures.

- You were happy to explain it to him and that you could heal your wounds.

- He might have gotten new song ideas about you, and couldn’t wait to get started with them once he got home.

Celegorm

- He would most likely be surprised and then impressed by your ability.

- He would ask what other things you could grow back and probably found your remark toward Maedhros funny.

Curufin

- Shocked and will most likely try to make sense of your ability and why would a human possess such an ability.

- Will not confront you about, and will most likely stay away from you. He’s hella weary of you now.

- Does not enjoy when Celegorm makes strange scenarios and questions about it.

Caranthir

- Definitely, the one who will most likely be the most weirded out by your ability.

- You two do not talk, but now he will most likely look your way and try to see if you could do other weird things.

- He will most likely start doubting if you are even a human.

- He is weary of you but does respect how you defended Maedhros.

Ambarussa

- Not too weirded out by your ability since they have probably seen stranger things.

- Will ask questions and be amazed by other things you could do.

- Would probably laugh if you asked Maedhros if he needed a hand with your severed arm.

- You are pretty unhinged with your sense of humor.

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #middle earth x reader #silm fic #silmarillion imagines #middle earth #middle earth imagines #feanorians x reader #crack fic #aot #aot crossover #attack on titan

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clovenly · 1 year

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their favourite thing about you ── elves, men, dwarves and hobbits!

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: ᵃʳᵃᵍᵒʳⁿ, ᵃʳʷᵉⁿ, ᵇᵃʳᵈ, ᵇᶦˡᵇᵒ, ᵇᵒʳᵒᵐᶦʳ, ᵈʷᵃˡᶦⁿ, ᵉˡˡᵃᵈᵃⁿ, ᵉˡʳᵒʰᶦʳ, ᵉˡʳᵒⁿᵈ, ᵉᵒᵐᵉʳ, ᵉᵒʷʸⁿ, ᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵒʳ, ᶠᵃʳᵃᵐᶦʳ, ᶠᶦˡᶦ, ᶠʳᵒᵈᵒ, ᵍᵃˡᵃᵈʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵍᶦᵐˡᶦ, ᵍˡᵒʳᶠᶦⁿᵈᵉˡ, ʰᵃˡᵈᶦʳ, ᵏᶦˡᶦ, ˡᵉᵍᵒˡᵃˢ, ˡᶦⁿᵈᶦʳ, ᵐᵉʳʳʸ, ᵖᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿ, ˢᵃᵐ, ᵗᵃᵘʳᶦᵉˡ, ᵗʰᵒʳᶦⁿ, ᵗʰʳᵃⁿᵈᵘᶦˡ

[ YOUR SMILE ] it's infectious ── the laughter that spills from your lips and the sweet, carefree smile that follows; they can't stop themselves from smiling too. a smile, to them, symbolises that you're safe, that you're happy, and they could wish for no more than that.

arwen, boromir, elladan, eomer, erestor, lindir, sam tauriel, thranduil

[ YOUR HEART ] sweet and doting, your generosity is charming ── they've seen you give others extra portions of food when you think nobody is watching, given up your blankets despite shivering yourself: it makes them a little flustered to see how much you care for others ( if only you'd dote on them too ).

aragorn, bard, bilbo, elrond, eowyn, faramir, frodo, galadriel, haldir, legolas, thorin

[ YOUR HUMOUR ] your unyielding ability to find humour in even the bleakest moments is charming ── where there is laughter, there is hope, and they've come to find your ability to make them laugh a great comfort.

dwalin, elrohir, gimli, glorfindel, kili, merry, pippin

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 5 months

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Napping siblings: Thranduil x baby reader x Legolas.

Age: 6 months. Thranduil is looking for his young son and infant daughter until he found them in his daughter’s room fast asleep and the next morning he, Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir found them asleep again.

Thranduil had just gotten out of a meeting with his butler Galion and a few of his guards.

As they walked down the palace corridor Thranduil noticed that it was quite, to quite for his liking! Because his 8 year old son Legolas and 6 month old infant daughter Y/N are usually causing mayhem and panic in these halls, but his two little children were nowhere in the halls making him panic and ask around the palace as he knew there was trouble when things were to quiet until he was in front of the guards guarding the throne room “do you two know where my children are?” He asked the guards feeling his heart beating so fast as if he was running from orcs “Last I heard they were playing in the princess’s room.” One of the guards answered making Thranduil dash there feeling his parental instincts kicking.

When the king was in front of his daughters nursery he slowly opened the door and peaked his head in to see that the room was empty aside from some toys on the ground but he saw a body in the crib, thinking it was his little girl he slowly walked up to it to check on her but what he saw made his heart almost burst from his chest, there was his son and daughter fast asleep in the crib.

Legolas had an arm over Y/N’s tiny frame protectively with Y/N’s tiny hands clutching to his tunic, smiling Thranduil let out a tiny chuckle “You two almost gave me a heart attack this afternoon.” he whispered gently until his son let out a yawn and stretched until his hands and head hit the board of the crib then he looked up at his father “Oh good afternoon Ada.” The young prince said until he realized where he was making him blush “How much did you see?” He asked making his father smirk “only a lot of it.” The king said until Y/N’s eyes opened while she let out a gentle squeak then it turn into a happy squeal when she saw her father “Did you enjoyed your nap princess?” Thranduil asked picking up the 6 month old elfling while Legolas managed to get out of the crib by himself “How did you get in there anyways little leaf?” Thranduil asked “I just climbed in.” Legolas answered still recovering from his embarrassment as he stretched a bit to get some feeling back in his sleeping limps.

The next day:

Thranduil was up at 6:00 so he could greet lord Elrond and his sons.

When he and some guards walked out of the palace he saw that the bridge was wet “It did rain last night! And it was thundering a lot too.” The king said to a guard until he saw the lord of Rivendell with his twin son’s walking up the bridge with some guards “greetings Elrond.” Thranduil greeted Elrond who smiled “Hello Thranduil.” Elrond greeted back to his old friend who is the cousin of his Father-in-law “Where are Y/N and Legolas?” Elladan asked not seeing the two elflings “They are probably still asleep.” Thranduil said walking them in “I’ll get Legolas.” The king said as they made their way to the sleeping quarters “Legolas time to wake up.” Thranduil said knocking on the door but he didn’t get an answer “Legolas?” He asked but he still didn’t get an answer so the king slowly peeked his head in but he didn’t see his son “He must be up already.” He said walking to his sons bathing chambers “Legolas! Elladan and Elrohir are here.” He said knocking on the door but didn’t hear a reply “Legolas?” He asked slowly opening the door to see the bathing chamber empty with the clothes Legolas worn yesterday being in the laundry basket “I know exactly where he is.” Thranduil said exiting Legolas’s room with the Rivendell family towards Y/N’s room, he puts a finger to his lips telling them to be quiet as he slowly opens the door.

As they walked in and towards the even younger elflings crib Thranduil has his hands on his hips and lightly chuckles, Elrond is smiling at the sight before him and the twins couldn’t help but snicker at the sight because Legolas was asleep in the crib with Y/N in the same positions as yesterday only they were now in their Pajamas.

Upon hearing the snickering Legolas opens his eyes to see his father with Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir all with amused faces “Um, it was thundering last night and Y/N was crying.” He said as Elladan took him out of the crib while Thranduil took Y/N who had just woken up.

After getting ready for the day and breakfast Legolas went with the twins to train but Y/N had to stay with their father and Elrond in their father’s study since she’s way to young to train.

At the study Thranduil was telling Elrond on what he saw yesterday “Legolas is a great big brother.” Elrond said patting Y/N’s head while She sat on her father’s lap eating a cookie “We… Wegowas.” Said a tiny voice making the ancient elves freeze “What?” Thranduil asked lifting Y/N up “Weg Go Was. Wegowas!” The infant elf spoke making the two adult elves eyes spark “She said her first word! Even though it’s not Ada, but it’s her first word.” Thranduil said tossing his daughter up making her squeal “Ada.” She said making Thranduil tear up “Oh I bet your mother is howling with laughter in her grave.” Thranduil said rubbing noses with his daughter who was giggling up a storm as he tickled her tummyt making Elrond smile and shake his head remembering his own daughter who is still in Rivendell with her mother.

#platonic #the hobbit #thranduil #mirkwood elves #middle earth #legolas #lord of the rings #elrond #elrohir #elladan #baby reader #middle earth x reader

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klarex · 3 months

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I would love to dance and sing with him!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none! Just a cute fic

Summary: Dancing around the campfire with Bofur.

Paring: Bofur x reader

Dance the night away

Pov. (Y/n)

The company stopped in the middle of the forest. The fire was lit. Bombur was cooking some stew. Everyone talked lively with smiles on their faces.

Today was a happy day. I didn't know why. It just felt like it. Maybe because we didn't get attacked today, or maybe the weather was nice? I had no idea.

I was sitting next to Dori, talking with him and laughing, while we waited for our supper. Bombur stirred the stew, and he tapped the spoon on the pot two times. I heard someone clap and tap their foot. I knew a song was coming.

Bofur stood up and started singing. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him. The smiles creeped on every person from the company. Some of the dwarves joined Bofur. He spun around the fire, singing a happy song. I laughed at a sweet moment, but then the singer stopped before me and pulled his hand out for me. He had this silly smile of his on his face.

- Ye mind dancin' with me?

He said with his thick accent, and I placed my hand in his. He pulled me up on my feet.

- No. Not at all.

I said and smiled. He spun me around, singing and laughing. We jumped from foot to foot, waving our hands. Now everyone was having fun.

When the song finished, Bombur stood up and poured the stew into our bowls. We all sat down and started eating in silence, but with smiles. The talks started after a while again.

Bofur was looking at me from across the fire. When I caught him staring, he looked away, blushing and focusing back on his supper.

After eating, the talks started growing again.

- Bofur! Sing us something again!

Ori said, and Nori nodded, hitting his thigh.

- Aye! Go on, lad!

Dwalin said, and Bofur laughed, leaning on his knee and standing up. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He started singing and opened his eyes. Everyone looked at him and bounced in their seat, humming the tune. This time Fíli stood up and walked up to me, pulling his hand out. I grabbed it, and he helped me get up.

He spun me around and put his hand on my back while dancing. Then I felt a strong grip on my waist, and someone pulled me their way. I lost my balance and landed on their chest. I looked up and saw Bofur giving Fíli a death stare, but still singing.

I looked around and saw that no one paid attention to us. They just enjoyed themselves while singing, laughing, and dancing once again. Fíli walked away with a chucke and wink to Bofur. He blushed and looked down at me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he put his on my hips.

- Don't be jealous, Bof..

I whispered in his ear, and he shivered. He squeezed my hips and pulled me closer, if that was even possible. Other folks sang their hearts out, minding their own business. I put one of my hands behind his head and gently leaned in. I pecked his lips and gently pulled away, looking into his eyes.

- I'm only yours..

I whispered with a smirk. His cheeks dark red and eyes wide. It took him a second to process what happened. Then he passionately leaned in and kissed me hungrily, but softly. I kissed him back. His moustache lightly tickled me, and I laughed, pulling away. I looked at him with love and a warm smile. He smirked and quickly lifted me up in his arms.

- BOFUR!!

I shouted, putting my arms around his neck to secure myself from eventual fall. Everyone around the fire now looked at us. Bofur was laughing and spinning me around, joining others in singing again.

The night went on and on. Everyone got tired after a while, so we stopped dancing and singing, but the talks were still heard.

I was sitting next to Bofur, leaning on his shoulder. He had his arm wrapped around my waist. I tried to focus on the conversation between the dwarves, but it was hard, because of a warm body pressed to mine and exhaustion taking over me. I yawned, and Bofur looked down at me.

- Ye tired?

He asked with a smile. I nodded, and he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up. He excused himself and walked to our bedrolls. He gently put me down, and I lay down. He kneeled next to me and wrapped a blanket around my body.

- Wait her'..

He said and slowly stood up. He walked up to his bedroll, took it, and walked back to me. He put it beside mine and lowered himself. He put his blanket over himself, but enough to cover us both.

When he lay down, I immediately hugged him tightly and nuzzled my face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

- Goodnight, Bof..

I whispered, running my hands up to his neck. He kissed my head again.

- Goodnight, princess..

He whispered back, and we fell asleep, secured in each other's arms.

♡~masterlist~♡

#bofur #bofur the dwarf #bofur x reader #bofur x you #th #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit x you #hobbit x reader #hobbit #middle earth x reader #middle earth #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #oneshot

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Stars and Midnight Blue

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Legolas is a character who has remained close to my heart since I was 7 years old. There's something so special about these Elves of Middle Earth and I hope in this series I can do them justice.

Legolas x human!reader | drabble | writing exercise

The music of the Bruinen flowed around you as its crystal waters reflected silver moonlight upon its rippling depths. A warm breeze brushed strands of hair back from your face as you leaned into the comforting figure perched beside you, his arm wrapped around your side.

"Thank you for bringing me here." You murmured softly, afraid your voice might break the spell of this midnight scene.

You felt Legolas shift against you as he smiled, his keen eyes still fixed on the glittering sky above. "I'm glad you deem the journey worth it after all. Despite your frequent protestations."

"I'll definitely feel it tomorrow." You nudged him reproachfully with your elbow and smiled as he laughed. "You neglected to mention how far we'd be walking."

Legolas met your gaze then. After all the time you'd known him, he still managed to make your breath catch in your throat. His hair was argent under the brilliant night sky, shining against his dark tunic. "You have my apologies, meleth. However, I believe such adventures will, how do you say it, 'build your character'."

"I think my character is doing just fine." You huffed, looking away toward the bubbling water framed by dark trees beyond.

Regardless of your mild embarrassment at your own human limitations, you melted into Legolas' embrace as he placed a gentle kiss to your temple, remaining with his nose in your hair as he breathed slowly.

You closed your own eyes, savoring the feeling of this moment, committing it to memory and storing it within your heart. The both of you knew your time together was short but had determined to make the most of what little grace was allowed.

The fate of Elves and Men were divergent, as Eru had foreordained, and thus the bonding of immortal with mortal lead only to ruin in the end.

You pushed such thoughts away and turned your face into him, your nose brushing his throat as you breathed in the familiar scent of pine and leather.

"Gi melin, elenath-nin." Your words came out hardly audible to your own ears, but you knew he heard.

Legolas pressed his fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head up as he studied your moonlit face pensively. "Cin gar-nin emel." His warm lips brushed over yours. "To whatever end."

The smile he bestowed upon you then matched the moon above his head in brilliance and hope renewed within your heart that your fates would remain intertwined until the sundering of the world and beyond. You leaned forward, kissing him once more before leaning your head on his shoulder, his strong arm holding you close as you enjoyed the peace of the night under the moon and stars, with the river's song mingling with the beating of your heart.

Cin gar-nin emel : you have my heart (sindarin)

Gi melin, elenath-nin : I love you, my stars (sindarin)

meleth: love (sindarin)

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this was my first fanfic attempt at bringing Legolas or anything Middle Earth to life and is sincerely a daunting task. Especially writing fic for Elves of Middle Earth because their culture is so incredibly singular. Hope you enjoyed that little scene.

#lotr x reader #legolas drabble #legolas x reader #legolas x you #lotr x you #legolas x y/n #middle earth fic #middle earth fanfic #lotr elves #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings drabble #middle earth x reader #legolas fic #legolas greenleaf

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cauliflowertree · 2 years

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thranduil—to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

summary: thranduil values you above everything. perhaps above morality.

word count: 0.6k

fanfiction no. 005

the war had come. here you stood before the lonely mountain and its cowardly king, to the left of you his brutish cousin, and behind you an army of orcs. thranduil would not fight, you knew he would not, and you could feel the disdain within you bubble to the surface the closer the army came to the brave, tired and worn men who stood their ground and would fight to their last breath.

"you cannot let them fight this war alone," you seethed, tugging on thranduil's arm.

thranduil turned to you calmly, but disrupted this act of content as he whipped himself from your grasp and said through gritted teeth—“i will not waste elvish blood on a petty dispute between orc and dwarf."

"you and i are both aware this goes far deeper than a petty dispute, far deeper than a promise to end a bloodline. he is coming."

"and he will come regardless of the outcome of this insignificant battle," countered thranduil. "buying time is buying into delusion."

your jaw clenched as you looked at him helplessly. "then you will return alone," you held your head high and unsheathed your sword, heading into the ranks of men.

before thranduil could stop you, he had lost you within the crowd, hesitating too long to truly understand what your words could mean.

you did not see your king as the battle begun, but you saw his impact, his influence, as an army of elves leapt from the ranks of men and thrusted themselves into battle. though you had no time to smile, you were grateful, you were triumphant. perhaps it would be the only battle you won that day.

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the bloodline had ended. the battle was done. you followed legolas, knowing he was searching for his father. you stood silently, a safe distance away, as father and son said their goodbyes, before approaching thranduil himself. his expression was indecipherable, though stern, but his figure was hunched and it left you wondering what he would say to you.

"you were reckless today," he stated simply.

"i may have been, but i could not leave," you admitted firmly, standing your ground despite disappointing your king.

you could bare to disappoint your king, but to disappoint thranduil was something else entirely. at present, you weren't sure which begrudged you or whether it was the both of them.

"you cannot defy me so openly, so willingly," he scolded you.

"i couldn't live with myself if i had left these people to die, knowing i could have helped in some way," you said softly, pleading with him to understand the reason behind your actions and defiance.

thranduil took an angry step forward, looking down upon you as if you were nothing but a nuisance. "and do you think i could live..." he softened, "if you had perished in this war when i could have done something to prevent it?" he asked tenderly, cupping your face in his pale hand.

leaning into his touch, you felt empathy for the man who had faced great loss and feared its repetition. "i would not leave you that way," you reassured him with sugarcoated lies.

"promises mean little when you have not the power to keep them."

but his resolve dissipated and he sighed softly, pulling you into his chest where he felt you were safest and kissed your forehead gently. he wondered at his ability to go from violence to softness so quickly, but knew that it was simply a necessity of a king in middle earth, where evil ran free and rampant across the lands.

"i do not like to be frightened," he reminded you.

"i will do my best never to make you feel that way again," you promised, genuinely this time.

"thank you, meleth nîn," he whispered in your ear, kissing your lips sweetly and gently when you turned to look up at him.

#thranduil x y/n #thranduil x you #thranduil x reader #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil fluff #thranduil imagine #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit fanfiction #middle earth x reader #thranduil blurb #thranduil drabble #king thranduil #thranduil one shot #thranduil of mirkwood #the hobbit #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fandom

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queeniesrose · 1 year

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Master Post

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one! Content Warning: Threesome, Face Fucking

NSFW Legolas: Kinks

Legolas is an exhibitionist. It is thrilling for him, due to his rank as an elf. The thought of someone catching him and his partner and ratting them out to his father, excites him.

Legolas loves whenever he hears his partners small whines. More often than not, the whines are so low that only elves can hear them. He has a voice kink. He loves to hear his partner whine, moan, make all kinds of different noises.

He would also be into face fucking his partner. He is a bit of a dacryphiliac. So when the waterworks start, it doesn't take long for him to come.

He is not opposed to sharing his partner with someone else on occasion.

There are very few people he is okay with sharing his partner with. Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir are amongst the few he would be comfortable sharing with.

He has had done a threesome with his partner and Aragorn. The position that is typically used is called the woman sandwich. Look it up if you want to see what it looks like.

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ruiniel · 2 months

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Hello!

I hope your feeling better, I myself have been feeling like crap lately so you have my sympathies.

I saw your post on glorfindel and was wondering if you'd be happy with more tolkien requests, though I definitely love your castlevania works!

That being said, may I request a glorfindel and a human lady reader?

Thank you for sending! And yes, welcoming Tolkien requests.

I redid an older Glorfindel scene for this... wanted to 'revive' it instead of letting it sit in my drafts. Might follow up with something NSFW, not sure?

General note: also working on the older asks, it's taking forever

Lairë

Pairing: Glorfindel x human fem!reader

Count: 0.5k

Rating: T

Forlond, Lindon, late Second Age

“Laurefindil, Laurefindil!”

He turns from his musing at the sound of his name, his eyes torn from the swaying waves. The day has given way to dusk, and it’s been one of clear skies and mild winds. He breathes the salty breeze, his chest filling with the rush and flow come from the sea depths.

You’re breathless when you reach his side, taking him by the arm. “Look, look a whale! Do you see it? Look there, to the East!”

Glorfindel watches you for a moment, smiling at the sight of your sparkling eyes. He follows your pointing finger. Indeed he sees the tip of a tail splashing silver foam away in the far distance, just where the Gulf of Lune flows into the sea. “I do see it… well done,” he glances back at you.

Your hair is loose, your dress wet, the sheer material clinging to your thighs and legs after a spree in the shallow waters kissing the shore. Glorfindel himself is unshod, his plain grey tunic reaching his knees, his trousers rolled up to his calves.

“Well done indeed, and I win, my lord,” you tease, a finger pointing at his chest. “And you know the wager. Tonight, you dance.” His frown makes you chuckle.

“I most certainly will not.”

You cross your arms. “That was the wager. You took it. I said that I saw them, and you asked me to prove it. I did. Or does Lord Laurefindil only keep his word when it suits?” For a long time, you’d taken to calling him by his Quenya name, knowing it gladdens him to hear it. “No, you promised. Imagine the look on their faces!”

The Elf shakes his head. “You’re being childish.”

Whatever else he may have uttered, it is lost with the way you barrel into him, and even Glorfindel loses his balance with the swiftness of your movements. The sand is warm beneath him, but it’s also in his mouth and ears. Your face hovers into view, framed by salty locks, eyes now twinkling mirthfully above him. “Rise and let me up, or you go unaccompanied to your dancing tonight.” He tries to sound demanding, but somehow, in the short years he’s known you, you’d come to see through most of his devices.

A half-smile graces your lips, your arms propped on his shoulders. “Make me.”

He could never stay upset with you for long, pretend or not. His hands slip along your thighs, up your hips, settling there. He closes his eyes at the warmth of your mouth, trailing along his chin, to his lips. His grip tightens on your hips.

And then he’s fast on his feet, even with you struggling and laughing in his arms.

“Put me down, you cannot! Put me down! Laurefindil! You will regret this!”

Still smiling he carries you, futile resistance and all, to the shore. Glorfindel advances into the lazy waves, painted gold and green in the sunset. “No,” he takes your chin between his fingers. “You will.” And he drops you.

You gasp when cold water douses your sun-warmed skin, thrashing to be free of him. Anyone passing would stand perplexed at the sight of a famed Balrog slayer jestingly dunking the head of a young maiden beneath the sea while she grapples and tugs at his clothing like a writhing handmaiden of Uinen. Your laughter glitters along the shore, lost in the faraway winds.

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aeonianarchives · 1 year

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Maitimo x Short Reader

You know how Maitimo is really tall what would it be like if he had a short s/o

I am going to do this as HC's if thats alright with you Anon

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Maitimo with a Short S/O

Pre Angband:

-Maedhros would love to Hug you just to wrap himself around you in a hug, have you in his lap and hug you

-Maedhros would definitely Help you reach high places

-he would put you up on his shoulders

-he loves the height difference and he can pick you up easily

-size kink

-He would love whenever you jump into him to hug him

-piggy backs yes, carrying you yes, this man would love to carry you

-he would be the big spoon

-lying with you on his chest

Post Angband:

-He would be so worried for you thinking something so small would be so fragile if someone like him could be hurt like this what would happen to you

-comfort hugs he would love to comfort hug himself with you

-he would be a little spoon he would feel safe in your arms

-if you don't mind it he would set himself on your chest he would love if you played with his hair as well

-he wouldn't carry you so if you are strong you would carry him and he would get so frightened but you would assure him you can carry him after all elves are light enough to walk on snow

-he would still help you if things where to high for you to reach.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 8 months

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Lovely M! Your requests are open! So I was wondering if you would mind writing a lil something for my favourite wolf boi (or Celegorm!) With the prompt "jousting"

I'm feeling something comedic, but I'm ultimately leaving the vibe up to you

As always, you're welcome to make it lemon-y sour if you would like, preferably fem!reader, and maybe set in the normal time frame or thereabouts

Thanks in advance if you decide to write this! <3

Right. Since you prefer the normal time frame, how about Celegorm learning to joust somewhere in Middle-Earth?

This won’t be smut, but I’ve added some NSFW elements all the same.

“Little game”

Pairing: Celegorm x Fem. Reader (Mortal | second person POV) | Location: Middle-Earth / Himlad | Prompt: Joust

Themes : Soft | NSFW

Warnings : Kissing | Teasing | Innuendo | Use of a weapon (Lance)

Word count: 1.2k words

Summary: Celegorm is frustrated after not having mastered the lance quickly enough.

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

"My lord! That is not how you couch a lance!"

Celegorm closed his eyes and groaned in frustration. Here he was, a son of Fëanor, a student of none other than the great hunter Oromë himself, failing to wield what was, to all intents and purposes, a heavy stick with a blunted end.

"This is cumbersome!" He complained, "and wholly unsuitable! I insist you hand me my sword immediately!"

"No." You took your time walking to the end of the sparring field, where a straw target was already mounted onto a pivot. "You wanted to learn, my lord. Now learn. Come now," you said, tugging at the straps, the shield, and the leather war-hammer stuffed with tufts of wool. "Surely you, a son of Fëanor, are not admitting defeat."

Celegorm narrowed his eyes, the tips of his ears flushing red and twitching in anger. "Hold your tongue, woman."

"Hold it?" Wicked humor fills your eyes. "What a shame, for I thought you dearly loved it when I swirled my tongue around the tip of yo…"

"Enough!" Red-cheeked, embarrassed, and more than a little inflamed, Celegorm gave you a cheeky grin. "Enough. Very well. Teach me how to couch this wretched thing."

You helped him with his grip and the angle of his aim. "Lean forward in your saddle," you counseled. "It will help with your balance. Keep your eye on the target. Extend your arm fully just before striking. The speed of your horse will do the rest."

Celegorm listened and took your advice to heart. He held the lance firmly, tucking it under his arm for support. You backed away when he dug his heels into his horse, and it broke into a gallop, racing towards the straw target with all the speed it could muster, its hooves tearing up the grassy earth beneath it. Celegorm waited until the right time, just as he was told. He extended his arm and released, just as he was told. The blunted end struck the shield square in the center. Celegorm hooted in triumph, then howled in agony when the target spun like a top and the stuffed war-hammer struck him square on the back. You ran to him as soon as it happened, alarm coursing through your body.

"My lord!" You cried. "My lord, are you hurt?"

"Just my blasted pride," Celegorm answers quickly, ridding himself of the lance. It fell to the earth with a soft thud. "Tell me. How old are mortal children when they acquire skill with this weapon?"

"Ten and six for most, my lord," you replied, pausing. "If they are strong enough to wield it."

"Ten and six." Celegorm sputtered in disbelief. "Eru save me. And how old were you?"

"The same age or thereabouts. Some are deadly with the lance by the time they reach that age."

"Deadly with it." Celegorm stammered again, ashamed that an elf should struggle to master a weapon. "If my brothers learn of this, I will not hear the end of their teasing."

"All the more reason for you to practice," you reply. You had heard of Celegorm's brothers and how they competed against each other. You felt for him. "But enough for today. We will start again tomorrow."

Celegorm dismounted and walked with you back to the tower house he had come to call home, to the chambers that gave him some peace. Once safely ensconced in his bedroom, you helped him undress.

"You said you were unhurt!" you exclaimed. An angry bruise had formed, just beneath his shoulder blades. "Pray give me a moment. I have a balm for it."

"No." Celegorm crawled onto his featherbed, biting back a helpless whimper. "Leave it be for now. Come, lay beside me a little."

The world outside changed and darkened. Golden light gave way to the dark, the animals of the night, and the full moon. Torches came to life, their light chasing away the gloom. A dog barked just beneath the open window. Someone shouted orders.

Celgorm was silent, brooding over his failure. You propped yourself on your elbow. "How are you, truly?"

He turned to face you, his rich blue eyes half-hidden in shadow.

"Ashamed," he confessed. "I am an elf, one who was born in Valinor, and a prince of the Noldor besides. And yet I struggle to master a weapon."

"This was only your third day, my lord." You reached out and brushed stray locks of golden hair out of his eyes. "There is no shame in not mastering a skill so soon."

"Yes, but mortal children do. By the time they are ten and six!"

"Because our world is more dangerous, we have no other choice. Do not fret, my lord. You will be unhorsing the best of them before long."

The games, or jousts, as the Edain called it were something they devised to train and prepare hopeful warriors. Celegorm had heard of it, after establishing a lordship for himself in Himlad. Those from amongst the Edain would ride against each other, seeking honor, gold, and glory, companions to shower them with all manner of favors. He was told the next games would be held on another turn of the moon. There was still enough time for him to learn. Celegorm grew more hopeful.

"Yes," he decided. "I will be ready then. Now, what shall we do to pass the time?"

You wrinkle your brow. "Read, perhaps? Shall I call for some candles?"

"No." Celegorm sat up, shaking his head, and said, "No. I am not in the mood to read."

"No books?" you said, tilting your head to the side and smiling slowly. "How about a game of dice, then? It is all the fashion now."

"As my brother Curufin would tell you," Celegorm said gravely, "I should be allowed nowhere near a game of dice. Or any game of chance, for that matter."

You smiled and sat up straight. This was all just part of a little game that both of you played every night without fail. Celegorm would fuss, you would offer other amusements, and Celegorm would fuss again. The game inevitably ended in fits of laughter and passionate embraces.

"Hmmm." You narrowed your eyes in mock concentration. "No books and no games of chance. How about some music, then?"

Celegorm's eyes blazed then. "Oh yes. I know just the music I want to hear now, and only you can provide it."

The true meaning of what he said was not lost on you. You made yourself look sober and grave, and replied thus: "You commanded me to hold my tongue, my lord, and I am not one to ignore such commands. Because of this, you will have no music from me."

Celegorm clapped his hand over his heart. "Oh!" He lamented. "Would you forgive me for my careless command, sweet y/n? How can I atone for it? Should I plead? Go to my knees? Abase myself like a lowly creature before my wounded love?"

It was hard to remain stern after his little display. You laughed, in small burps at first, before breaking into fits of it.

"You, my lord, are impossible." You leaned forward and kissed him. Celegorm slid his arms around you, his sweet breath leaving you dizzy and weak. "But I am glad you are mine."

"As I am glad you are mine," Celegorm laid back down, taking you with him. "Now come, loosen that beautiful tongue for me."

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doodle-pops · 18 hours

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Dating Maeglin Would Include...

↬ You need to be very patient when it comes to dating this affection-starved elf. He’s been through a lot and has been traumatized; advance with care.

↬ In this relationship, you’re going to be the one in charge because he doesn’t truly understand how a relationship works. The only ones he’s ever known were his parents.

↬ He’s going to come to you for help, even though he's shy, he trusts that your answers and ideas are right and the best.

↬ You are his safe haven; thus, he is going to be glued to your side a lot. He does lots of gauging when it comes to your reaction, terrified that he may have offended you in some way with his words or actions because he understands that you are both from different cultures with knowledge of his mother’s.

↬ With that being said, you’re going to have to show him the ropes of things around the city. If he’s unsure about something, you are the first person he’s rushing to question.

↬ As a blacksmith, he enjoys crafting items for you. Consider it his way of reciprocating his gratitude and love for you. He's big on the actions speak louder than words in the beginning.

↬ He doesn’t have a problem with the dates you prepare for him because any time spent with you is more than enough, however, he has a slight preference for quiet dates.

↬ He mostly enjoys walks or picnics since it’s a moment where you two can openly converse about anything and also be affectionate with one another.

↬ About affections, he does understand what it’s all about but doesn’t know how to reciprocate them properly without appearing awkward. He is also touch-starved, so at the beginning of the relationship, you’ll have to keep it simple.

↬ He enjoys interlocking pinkies with you; it’s not too intense to make him feel overwhelmed, it’s just right.

↬ Hugging and giving each other kisses on the cheek came months later into the relationship, and even then, it was you who initiated it because he was unsure.

↬ He loves the feeling of returning from a meeting and melting into your warm embrace. Your scent, warmth and aura are just comforting. Makes him forget about all the stress.

↬ He does get jealous when others try to speak to you when you’re conversing with him or when he sees someone attempting to flirt with you. Even though you decline their request because you only have eyes for him, he does get insecure.

↬ He knows he’s different and understands why you’d prefer someone instead of him, so you’re going to have to do lots of talking to reassure him that you aren’t planning on leaving him.

↬ Your relationship with him is going to be a building block, you both need to take your time and be patient due to his past traumatic life.

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine being a Targaryen and befriending Smaug

(So, this might be long, but I hope you enjoy it. It has also come to my attention that it’s just easy to write reader gender neutral since I rarely have to specify the gender, but this is male reader)

Requested by @weird-addiction

Warnings: violence, mentions of dead and crushed eggs, mentions of cannibalism, Smaug is kind of a douche, overprotective dragon companion, some fluff, found family kinds of feels, angst, death and war.

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-After your banishment, you traveled far and wide, avoiding people and hunters who tried to take bounty over your and your dragon’s head. You couldn't let that happen, especially when carrying your dragon’s only egg.

-You could feel through your bond how your dragon, Skarlax, was getting tired from all the constant running and flying. It wouldn’t take long before she got fed up with it and decided to fight your pursuers. You knew it would only end badly, so you had to find a safe place soon.

-Your search led you to a witch, who told you about a place called the edge of the world, where rumors said traveling through the mysterious clouds of the sea would take you to another world. It sounded unbelievable and impossible, but knowing your situation and how desperate you were to find a haven, you took the risk.

-You fed Skarlax and flew into the clouds in the sea. It was a horrid journey. The storm that followed almost took your life, so either the gods decided to be merciful, or you got lucky to survive such a force of nature.

-You found your way to a place called Middle-Earth. It was such a beautiful place, and you could feel yourself wanting to discover all of it. Other Targaryens always thirsted for conquest, but you always preferred to travel and uncover than try to conquer.

-However, you knew you needed to find a home for Skarlax and her egg soon, so you traveled to look for a good home for yourself.

-You found your way to what seemed to be ruins of an old kingdom inside a mountain that stood alone from others. You marveled at the two great statues standing near the entrance, and you couldn't help but walk in – wanting to see more.

-The sight was breathtaking. You walked through the stone halls, taking in the designs and the beauty of the stone murals and the statues. The city was unlike anything you had ever seen before. It was marvelous, especially when it was underneath a mountain.

-You studied the old murals and pictures on the wall, trying to learn the story behind the city and its people. You were surprised when you discovered that dwarves used to live here. You noted the size of the old bones and armor you found, so these dwarves were much bigger and buffer than the dwarves in Westeros, and they were considered a different race, not ordinary people with a defect from birth.

-You were discovering so much, and it made you excited. Skarlax just followed you as you walked around the place.

-You found an old forge. The room was a mess but perfect for incubating Skarlax’s egg. It also had bigger rooms and old chambers nearby, so you and Skarlax didn’t have to sleep in the same room.

-You tried to tidy up the place and prepare a fire until you heard your beloved companion growl and hiss defensively. She was unnerved by something like the place was not safe.

-You had been with her long enough to know the nature of her behavior, so you knew she was not smelling another human or a wild animal. It was another dragon.

-You felt excited that there was another dragon and unnerved because wild dragons were dangerous when they were not fond of humans, so you quickly tried to leave the place rather than trying to find the dragon.

-You almost reached the entrance till you felt the hall shake, and the mysterious dragon showed himself, his scales gleaming red and his eyes burning with golden flames. You were left stunned as you marveled at his size. He was big. He was bigger than the biggest dragon you knew in Westeros, and there was no doubt his wings could cover a whole village in their shadows.

-He was a magnificent specimen, but you left your thoughts elsewhere as he did not look friendly when he looked down upon you.

-One thing you did not expect or think possible – was for him to speak.

-” Well… little rat. Why the rush?” His deep voice shook you to the core.

-You were shocked, unable to utter a word. There has never been a recorded dragon who could speak like a human. It was impossible, but then you remembered that you were in another world, so anything was possible now.

-Oh, how your relatives would have flipped their crowns and heads if they knew there were dragons that could speak.

-You collected yourself and kept eye contact with the dragon. You apologized and tried to tell him you did not mean to invade his home. You thought the kingdom was empty of life.

-He seemed amused by your answers and questions if you had not heard the stories about the dragon that dwelled beneath the lonely mountain, sleeping in the stolen treasures of Erebor.

-You made a quick note of that and explained you were new to these lands and Erebor was your first stop because you wanted to investigate. You had no idea he was there sleeping.

-You introduced yourself out of politeness, and he introduced himself as Smaug.

-You tried to think your words carefully since he seemed to toy with you like a cat with a mouse, except it’s a tiny man and a giant dragon.

-He approached you dangerously like a snake and then noticed the egg that rested against your chest in a pouch. When he saw the egg, he looked agitated and almost demanded to know if you had stolen the egg.

-You tried to tell him the egg belonged to your friend, but he didn’t seem to believe you and seemed ready to burn you alive.

-You were too far away to take cover, so you held your breath as his chest glowed with brilliant light, and he opened his mouth.

-Luckily, Skarlax came to your rescue just in time and attacked Smaug. She stopped him from raining fire upon you by scratching his head. Her smaller size allowed her to fly in the hall and maneuver around the enormous dragon while throwing and dodging the attacks.

-Smaug growled and quickly snatched her tail, throwing her away.

-Skarlax got thrown onto the floor, but she quickly got up, ready to fight. However, you stopped her, speaking to her in High Valyrian and preventing her from making poor decisions.

-You have always admired her determination to fight for you, but even you knew this was a fight she would not win, so your only hope was coercion.

-You calmed her down, then turned toward Smaug, explaining she was your travel companion and the egg you were holding was hers. You were carrying it for her as you traveled to find a safe home for yourself and the hatchling inside.

-You also explained you were from a place where dragons did not speak, so that’s why she was not speaking like him.

-Smaug calmed down and then asked for your story. Since you gained his interest, you happily told him your story and why you were flying around to find a new home for yourself since you got banished from your old one.

-Smaug listened to your story. He looked down upon Skarlax as she was protective of you, and she had a saddle on her back, so he did not have anything nice to say about it. However, he was willing to forgive you for trespassing.

-His race was already under threat of extinction. So he did not wish to harm the egg in your hand and its mother. It would mean he would contribute to the death of his race.

-He then said you could stay in Erebor since it was big, filled with gold, and you could incubate the egg. It would be safer than in the outside world since people feared dragons.

-You agreed to his reasoning since Erebor would make a good home for you and Skarlax’s hatchling.

-You promised you only wanted to care for your companion and her future offspring, so you had no interest in his gold or treasures.

-After that encounter, you finally managed to tie up the old forge and start incubating Skarlax’s egg. Skarlax was not happy with Smaug’s presence inside the mountain, so she was constantly watching the door, guarding you and her egg while having the pissiest face you have ever seen on a dragon.

-You shook your head since she looked like a brooding child, but you understood her protectiveness.

-She was mistrustful toward other dragons because when she had her first clutch of eggs, they were crushed and eaten by the dragon named Cannibal. It crushed your heart when you found her mourning and ready to fight the terrible wild dragon, but you stopped her because you knew she couldn’t have won.

-She didn’t give birth to more eggs for some time – until her mate died in a war. His rider brought him to a hopeless battle, and they both got shot from the sky. It crushed her even more, but she was able to give birth to one egg just when your house decided to banish you from the kingdom.

-You were the only one she trusted, so she allowed you to take it, and you both escaped the kingdom and Westeros.

-It would be awkward in the future when the tension between you and Smaug was this high, so you needed to do something to soften it up.

-After resting through the night, you decided to confront Smaug and talk to him.

-You were nervous when you walked through the stone halls since yesterday’s events were still fresh in your bones. It made you shiver how you almost got burned alive, but when you found the treasury, you were amazed. There were gold, gems, trinkets, and all kinds of treasures everywhere.

-You never thought such a treasury was possible. There was no way gathering all the gold and treasures into one place in Westeros could even fill half of the hall in front of you. You were pretty sure even the riches pigs would sell their soul to have such wealth.

-You concluded Smaug was one of those dragons that hoarded treasures, so you began to look for him and call out for him while stumbling on the hoard of gold.

-You knew Skarlax was watching from the shadows, carefully observing, and ready to act for your safety, so you tried to keep calm when Smaug finally heeded your call and rose from his golden hoard.

-You were still intimidated by his size, but you held your breath and told him you wanted to talk with him – anything to ease the tension and create a good relationship.

-Thanks to your experience dealing with silver-tongued people in court, you made Smaug curious about your homeland and its dragons, so you ended up making a decent conversation.

-He was not fond of the idea of his kin submitting to humans, so you had to give a brief explanation: dragons in your homeland were like your kin – not pets or slaves.

-He found the idea ridiculous but was curious to know more, especially the language you spoke with Skarlax when you calmed her down from attacking him.

-You told him about High Valyria and how it was like a dragon tongue since most dragons in your house don’t listen unless spoken in that language. Smaug kinda liked it and asked if you could teach him some words in your language.

-You were glad. It means you have created a good start, so you visited Smaug often and taught him some words in Valyria, and in return, he taught you something about Middle Earth and other races like elves and dwarves.

-Skarlax was still uncomfortable with his presence and preferred to avoid him. She spent most of the time with her egg after making sure you would be alright by yourself.

-Smaug asked for her story after observing how spiteful she was toward him, like she hated dragons, and you told him how her first clutch of eggs got destroyed by another dragon named Cannibal and how her mate perished in a war.

-Smaug was surprised to hear about Cannibal since it was frowned upon to crush and eat a female dragon’s eggs, so he showed some sympathy. He went out of his way to hunt some prey and offer it to her as a peace offering, trying to show he was not a threat to her or her egg.

-Skarlax was a proud dragon but accepted the offering since she could keep a more watchful eye on her egg.

-You were happy since the tension was slowly decreasing, and Skarlax was slowly softening up to Smaug when he continued hunting for her. You gave Smaug some hints about her favorite food, and it helped make better bonds for them.

-Helping him get Skarlax’s trust gave you a chance to befriend him, and he was comfortable enough with you to talk casually.

-He admitted he grew to enjoy your company just a little since you entertained him with riddles and rumors you heard whenever you left the mountain to gather food and water for yourself.

-You even went out of your way to bring him more treasures to add to his hoard, which helped you grow to a friendship level. It was hard work, but it was worth it.

-After living together for some time, you might have noticed Smaug showing signs of interest in being mates with Skarlax. He kept hunting food for her and sometimes helped with incubating her egg. You liked the idea of them being together, so you wanted to help him since you knew Skarlax better than anyone.

-She might have grown comfortable enough not to fight Smaug upon first chance, but she was still protective of you and her egg, so one way to gain her trust was to show he was trustworthy.

-Smaug didn’t deny he was interested in her and listened to your suggestions.

-It was difficult for him to gain her trust, but when he defended her egg from an intruder. Skarlax slowly cracked down her walls, and even she began to show interest in him.

-You then helped out by giving Smaug hints on how to romance her now the challenging part was over, and one way to do it was by speaking in High Valyria with her.

-You never imagined you would become a wingman for dragons and a third wheel.

-You watched their romance grow and gave them peace by guarding the egg. It was lovely, but you were amused when you watched your proud companion and Smaug become enamored with each other.

-You were first worried when you thought about when they became mates and got into ‘that’ business, but then you remembered Skarlax keeps growing every year, and she was already half of Smaug’s size, so there shouldn’t be any complications.

-The day finally arrived when Skarlax’s egg was finally hatching.

-In your old way, it would take a Targaryen to make an egg hatch, but it wasn’t impossible by naturally incubating. It would only take a long time, so you ran out of the forge when you heard those first cracks.

-You were yelling, and you dug both dragons out of the hoard to tell them the news and make them watch the hatching with you.

-You brought the egg for them to see, and you all watched as the baby dragon finally dug its way out of the shell.

-It was a beautiful little she dragon. She looked like Skarlax, but unlike her mother, the little dragon was purple and red, and her horns and spikes were black. Oddly, she also had gold dusted on her chest and head, which made her look beautiful and like Smaug, in a way.

-Skarlax was purring in delight, and her eyes were filled with love when you brought her hatchling to her. Even Smaug was watching rather lovingly.

-It was a happy moment when you welcomed your newest member to your odd little family.

-Now, the naming part was the hard part. You didn’t know what to call the new hatchling, so it took a long time for all of you to brainstorm some names.

-You gave some name suggestions in Valyria and names that described her color and that, but Smaug was quick to brush them off because he thought your name suggestions, like Amethyst and Hearthfyre, sounded stupid.

-He didn’t have better name suggestions, so you then suggested names in elvish since you have been learning and suggested Malleniel, which technically meant daughter of gold.

-Smaug admitted that the name had a nice ring to it, so you all agreed to call your little hatchling, Malleniel.

-It was a happy time for all of you with Malleniel. You often offered to babysit her, so you two grew close. Skarlax was full of joy to be a mother, and even Smaug sometimes played with her like she was his.

-You were one big happy family. Sometimes you all nap together on the hoard. You cuddle with Maleniel while Skarlax covers you, while Smaug covers all of you. It was uncomfortable to lay on the gold, but you did not mind.

-You thought it would be like this, and you would happily watch Malleniel grow till the old age hits you, but alas, like a curse, your happiness did not last long when they came – the dwarves and the hobbit.

-You were with Malleniel when you saw someone walking through the halls – toward the treasury where Smaug and Skarlax were resting. You were suspicious and prepared with a blade, so you followed the intruder.

-You were surprised to find that it was not a human, but something smaller with very hairy big feet. Your first thought was a dwarf, but you then remembered Smaug telling you they were bigger and had a beard, so you brushed it off and continued observing the creature.

-The little person was odd and frightened to be there. You tried to make sense of him till Malleniel grew impatient on your shoulder and growled, alerting him of your presence.

-He was startled to see you. He was definitely not expecting to encounter a human man, especially a man with a dragon sitting on his shoulders. Your appearance most likely frightened him even more as your silver hair glowed in the dark, and you glared at him with your purple eyes.

-You demanded to know what he was doing in your home, and he was nervous and confused when you referred to the place as your home.

-He tried to question you, but you pushed the questions back at him.

-He introduced himself as Bilbo Baggings. He called himself a hobbit which made you curious because you had never heard about them. You would have asked him more if he was not an intruder.

-You talked for some time as you tried to figure out his purpose in the mountain, and it was clear he was looking for something. You just didn’t know what because he was trying to avoid answering your questions.

-You introduced him to Malleniel and advised him to leave. Smaug was not very keen on visitors right now.

-You were too late to tell him to leave when you felt the room around you shake, and a familiar dragon appeared out of the corner. You knew it was too late for him, so you left Smaug to deal with your visitor.

-You hoped it would be a quick death since you wanted to know him more, but then you hear voices and Smaug being more active. It left you concerned, so you followed the voices and observed how the dwarves avoided and rebelled against Smaug.

-It looked like they were succeeding, so you quickly confronted Smaug before he could go after them.

- ”Smaug!” You called out, stopping in front of him.

He snarled after he got constantly hit with strange bombs before looking down on you and Malleniel.

“(Name). I want you to take Malleniel and return to Skarlax. If things get out of hand, I want you all to leave the mountain,” He said, making your eyes widen at the thought. “But what about you? I could help you!” You said.

“Ensuring Malleniel’s safety should be your first priority. These pests turn out to be more troublesome than I anticipated!” He said with hateful venom in his tone. “So I will not risk Skarlax’s and Malleniel’s life as long as they’re in the mountain,” He explained, then looked down on you softly. “So please, take them to safety for me,” He said, then continued chasing the intruders.

-You felt conflicted as he was part of your family, and you had a bad feeling, but you respected his wishes and went to find Skarlax.

-You stayed hidden with Skarlax. She wanted to join Smaug to chase off the intruders, but she listened to you and kept watch over you and Malleniel.

-You felt the mountain shake and heard Smaug’s roar. He was outside, so you carefully led Skarlax and Malleniel out of the mountain – avoiding the dwarves’ attention and following what was happening next.

-You watched as Smaug was burning the Laketown. He was most likely taking revenge on the intruders, but then you heard him roar in pain and fly in the sky before suddenly falling toward the lake below.

-Your heart stopped at that moment because you knew he was dead.

-Skarlax called out to him in pain, wanting to fly to him but staying beside you as she couldn’t leave you and Malleniel undefended.

-Your mourned and hugged Malleniel, who was confused. You hugged her and cursed the dwarves for killing your friend and taking away one of the most important members of your family.

-Skarlax kept you close, trying to comfort you. She grieved with you till dawn, and the battle for the mountain was beginning.

-You watched as elves and the humans gathered in the city, ready to attack the mountain since the new dwarven king refused to share parts of the treasure even though he promised it to them. You found some irony in that.

-They always said dragons were the greediest creatures on Middle Earth, yet here was a dwarf doing the same.

-One night, you found the hobbit sneaking out of the mountain, and in a fun twist of fate, he dumped you on his way to the city.

-You were not happy to see him because he was also responsible for Smaug’s death, but you did not care enough to harm him.

-Skarlax was near to eating him alive, but you convinced her to stay put, and you two talked for a while. You asked what he was doing, and he explained he intended to give the heart of the mountain to the elves and humans. His friend valued the rock above all else, so it should be able to convince him to open the gate and avoid conflict.

-You found his intentions honorable and brave. You would have done the same if it meant you could have saved Smaug’s life.

-Bilbo showed sympathy when he saw how much Smaug mattered to you and how Malleniel got robbed from a father figure. You brushed his apologies off since it was already too late.

-When he asked why you were still around, you told him you wanted to see the elves and humans break through the walls and see his friend get taken by his creed.

-He asked you if there was a cure for the dragon sickness, but you answered there was no such thing. His friend can only overcome it by himself or let it consume him.

-You allowed him to continue his task, and you watched as the whole thing unfolded in the morning.

-The stubborn dwarf still refused to open the gate, and you waited for the moment to see the battle begin, especially when more dwarves appeared and they started killing each other.

-It was interesting to watch for a moment, but then the earth shook, and you saw the earthworms opening tunnels for something. You then saw legions of orcs marching through, and now, it was throughout the war.

-You saw the dwarven king joining the battle, which meant he had overcome his sickness, and they all fought honorably and like it was the last day on earth.

-You decided to leave because you knew the battle was lost. The orcs outnumbered them massively, so you knew they would die either way.

-You were prepared to leave till Bilbo found you and begged for your help.

-You refused and asked why you should help the people who helped to kill your friend. You were not risking your life for people who would kill Skarlax and Malleniel at first sight.

-Bilbo explained that if you helped them, the people would not harm you or your dragons. If you helped them win the battle, they would even give you a safe haven.

-You highly doubted that since you considered Smaug as a friend.

-However, Bilbo then convinced you that if you helped them, people would not come after you or your dragons. They could send word all around the land to prove you’re a friend and not an enemy. You and your dragons would be safe.

-You thought about, and even if you did not want to help the killers of your friend, you had to think about Skarlax’s and Malleniel’s future and safety.

-You pushed your feelings to the side and gave Malleniel to Bilbo.

-Bilbo was shocked to hold a baby dragon, but when you threatened to kill him if she came under any harm – he sucked it up and made it clear he heard you loud and clear. He then watched as you mounted your dragon and took flight toward the battle.

-When you flew above the battlefield, you yelled out for Skarlax to fire.

-Fire rained down upon the orcs. They screamed as they burned alive, and the dwarves, elves, and humans were left shocked by the appearance of another dragon.

-You cut the rest of the orcs away, giving a burning barrier to the people and preventing the rest of the orcs from overpowering them. You then continued burning them all. You also took down the trolls that tossed boulders and stones.

-You gave no mercy to the orcs, giving a chance for the dwarves, elves, and humans to win the battle, and the war was soon over.

-Seeing no reason to fight anymore, you returned to Bilbo and saw Malleniel alright.

-Bilbo thanked you for helping and promised to let everyone know you were a friend.

-You almost found revolt in the idea but couldn’t do anything about it. You took Malleniel and prepared to leave for good.

-Bilbo wished you good luck and said if you ever found your way to the shire, he would always welcome you. You almost found some warmth in those words but brushed them away because you doubted you would ever meet again.

-You bid him farewell, too, and flew away from the lonely mountain.

-You looked back, watching your home get smaller and smaller. It left you with deep sadness, but you knew it was necessary.

-You managed to find a new home even though it wasn’t easy, then watched how Malleniel grew up into a healthy young dragon. You missed Smaug and felt sad that he couldn’t be there to see her grow. However, Skarlax then laid two new eggs, and you were happy that your friend’s memory won’t die.

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clovenly · 1 year

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their ideal date ── elves, men, dwarves and hobbits!

[ THE GARDENS ] the flowers are especially beautiful in the spring, especially after rainfall in the night ── they love to take you on strolls through the gardens ( fields, courtyards ) and gather you a single flower, pressing it between the pages of your favourite book to serve as a memento of the time you've spent together.

arwen, bilbo, elrond, erestor, fili, frodo, legolas, lindir, thranduil

[ A PICNIC ] small sandwiches, and fresh strawberries ── they'll compliment how pretty your hair looks as it shines in the morning sun. it's a simple, intimate affair, and though not particularly adventurous, they enjoy the closeness of it. they'll bring your favourite sweet treats ( cakes, tarts, sweet-breads, pastries ) in the hopes of seeing you smile.

bard, elladan, eomer, faramir, galadriel, merry, pippin, sam

[ SPARRING ] it's not the most traditional of dates, but the rush of adrenaline creates a completely unique sense of intimacy ── it quenches their need for adventure, for activity, while still allowing them to spend time with you. they love the flush of your cheeks and the look of determination in your eyes as you swear you're going to beat them this time.

aragorn, boromir, dwalin, elrohir, eowyn, glorfindel, gimli, haldir, kili, tauriel, thorin

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tamurilofrivendell · 1 year

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Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 16

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15] Read on AO3 [x]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan, @rebleforkicks, @yjrevolution, @majahu, @honey-wine, @accio-boys, @achromaticerebus, @solomonssimp, @tired-ass-show-girl, @dreamlessnight, @daddy-long-legolas,

The walk down the hall from the library was one of the longest of your life as you tried to figure out whether or not the King had some ulterior motive. Was he lulling you into a false sense of security? Though you couldn’t come to any reason why he would need to do that other than the fact that you had built up such an image of him in your head that everything about him seemed to trigger your paranoia. It was maddening but you focused on keeping yourself upright as you trailed along beside him in the direction of your room.

“How many in your village can read?” Thranduil asked after a long silence, turning just slightly so he could look at you.

It took you off guard as you glanced up at him, eyebrows raised in question. “Uh.” You shook your head, grasping for words. “Not many.” You admitted, shrugging.

“But you can.” It was not a question. Thranduil knew lots about most, if not all, of the villages surrounding Mirkwood and yours in particular was quite a small, poor one. Not many people prioritised learning to read and write and he was quite intriged to find that you were different.

Nodding, you clasped your hands in front of you, looking around at the architecture of this place once more, unable to help yourself. The magnificence of it still overwhelmed you. “Yes. My father taught me... when I was small.” Your expression fell slightly at the thought of your father. You missed him. A lot.

Thranduil sighed when you mentioned your father and you took it negatively, turning to look at him with a frown. “My father is a good man.” You said firmly.

“I said nothing to the contrary.” Thranduil replied, waving a dismissive hand, keeping his voice steady.

“You did not need to!” Your feet stilled as you stopped walking. You stood half-glaring up at him as you watched him turn around, irritation clear in his eyes, but you found that you didn’t care. You loved your father, he was all you had and you were all he had. Legolas had told you he had not been in his right mind when he had stumbled upon this kingdom and you believed him. Your father was not at fault - he would never hurt anybody, not intentionally. “How can you be so cold?”

“That is not how you address your King, Girl.” Thranduil’s voice had dropped considerably, a clear warning laced through his tone like ice.

Now, this was the King you recognised. “I have a name, you know.”

Another silence fell over you both. You could have heard a pin drop in that hallway as Thranduil stared you down and you stared back, not wanting to give in to him. You had never met anyone more frustrating or more confusing in your entire life. How did he switch so rapidly from mean to kind and back again. Was it all false? A lie? It seemed very possible.

Thranduil’s face was as blank as a blank sheet of parchment but his mind was working on overdrive. He was faced with the fact that you were being outrageously disrespectful, to a king no less. You, his prisoner who he had allowed to roam freely in his kingdom. He was also faced with the fact that he understood where it was coming from and the fact that he had been trying to be nicer. He had been determined to, in his own way, make some sort of amends - show gratitude for what you had done after the encounter with the orcs in the forest. So why were you making it so difficult?!

“You are right.” Thranduil said after another moment of pure silence, surprising you. Your frown disappeared and you stared at him in disbelief, having been anticipating an argument or for him to grab your arm like he’d done after finding you in the West Wing. Thranduil said your name then and you blinked, not having believed that he had actually even known it. “I apologise.” And with that, he turned and continued down the hall towards the room you were staying in.

You stood there for a second longer than necessary, staring dumbly at the waterfall of his hair that ran down his back, and then you forced yourself to move. Walking after him, you found the anger had gone out of you. Instead of glaring at him, you eyed him curiously as you both travelled across a walkway.

Finally coming to your room, you held in a sigh of relief, reaching for the door handle so you could let yourself in. Though your previous irritation at the Elvenking had lessened after his apology... apology! You could hardly believe the words had actually left his mouth. You turned to look at him once you’d stepped through the doorway, to bid him goodnight, and found him studying you.

Thranduil couldn’t deny that he was curious. To himself, at any rate, if anyone were to ask him outright he would act as if it was the most ridiculous notion in Middle Earth. He had been full of frustration and derision when his son had decided to take you under his wing like a little mortal pet but he couldn’t quite shake that there was something... he couldn’t put his finger on it but he quite wanted to figure out what was bothering him so much.

“Meet me here after lunch on the morrow.” He said, before you could shut the door in his face. “I wish to show you something.”

Then, once more, he left you standing there, staring after him in confusion and surprise as he turned and swept away.

Hours later, your father opened his eyes slowly, groaning at the pain in the back of his head. It was no longer dark, he could see the sky above him clearly as he rolled over and pulled himself upright into a sitting position. It appeared to be morning. Frowning, he looked around, slowly coming to terms with his new surroundings. The grass beneath him, the trees at his back. The last thing he remembered was being in the very forest that he was waking beside just now.

What happened?

He stood and turned briefly, peering through the treeline but he couldn’t see anything. Where had Vermund and Oeric gone? They had been with him, had they not? It came back to him in flashes. The arrows - elves, one of which he had recognised as the one he had attacked when he had been captured and imprisoned. Then what? Then... blackness. But the elves had been in his line of vision - the blow had come from Vermund, from behind him, right across the back of his head. Rendering him unconscious.

He turned away, full of anger, and started off over the field, realising he recognised the way to the village from here. He had not been able to retrieve you, his mission failing, but he would get more help and he would return. He would rescue you.

Two pairs of eyes watched his retreat from up in a nearby tree.

Tauriel shook her head sadly as she watched the man go. At least he was okay but she had been worried for a while there that the blow to the head would prove to be too much. It had all happened so fast. She and Legolas had gone off in search of the voices they had heard in the woods, coming across the three men. Legolas recognised one as your father and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing back in these woods. Coming for you. Probably trying to ‘save’ you and Legolas would have reassured him that you were being cared for if it had not all kicked off quite so quickly.

The larger of the other two men had started swinging, but not at Legolas. He had struck your poor father over the head and pushed him directly into Tauriel, knocking her off balance as he took her by surprise. Neither of the two had expected the men to attack one of their own. He had drawn his sword and fought his way back, using the smaller man as a shield. Legolas had wanted to go after them but he had been torn when he realised that your father was actually unconscious. He’d let them go, something he did not plan on telling his father, and turned to help Tauriel.

The two of them had helped him as best they could, Tauriel using a little athelas on his head wound, though unfortunately he would be left with a headache.

“He will come back.” Tauriel said, jumping down from the tree and readying herself for the journey back to the camp they had left.

“I know.” Legolas shrugged, sighing as he followed her. “He is reckless. He will not make it through the forest alone.” And from the looks of it, he did not have many true allies that he could rally together and bring with him. Legolas worried he would get himself killed and you would be heartbroken. “Come, Tauriel. This detour has added an extra day on to our return journey.”

“He is just scared for his only daughter.” Tauriel said, walking ahead through the trees, so ready to be home after the gruelling patrol. She could not wait to be able to properly bathe.

As tired as you had been back in the library, you still found yourself unable to sleep for a good few hours, tossing and turning as the time ticked by. You had never been so confused and frustrated in your entire life. It was the Elvenking’s doing, of course, you weren’t foolish enough not to realise that, but you just simply could not figure him out. One moment he was terrifying you, practically to tears. The next he was acting... you didn’t even know what to call it. Nice. Kind. He even apologised. He said the words I apologise... out loud. To your face!

You tried not to think about it but you were a little anxious about tomorrow. Scratch that, you were a lot anxious about tomorrow. Why did he want to see you after lunch? What was he going to show you? The last thing you were in the mood for was another argument but, truthfully, despite the ups and downs of his emotions you were kind of... excited about it. Maybe excited was the wrong word, you didn’t know. You were something about it and that would be as much as you would touch upon that for now.

Rolling onto your side, you squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself off to sleep, doing your very best not to think about Thranduil’s arms around you as he prevented you from falling on your face in the library that evening.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil fanfic #lotr x reader #middle earth x reader #beauty and the beast

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klarex · 3 months

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I'm not happy with this fic as I should be, but I hope you like it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fighting, dead orcs, Kíli in pain from a shot from Bolg

Summary: Locking Fíli up in a cell.

Paring: Fíli Durinson x warrior! elf! reader

Knives and daggers

Gif from pinterest, it's not mine

Pov. (Y/n)

I was leading the blond dwarf to his cell. He already gave off his weapons, but I still could see a knife sticking out of his coat. His eyes didn't leave me for a second.

When we got to the cells, I looked at him and cleared my throat, pulling out my hand. He looked at me, confused with a nervous grin.

- Your knife.

I said.

- But I don't have anythin-

I pulled a big dagger out of his coat, and he laughed, embarrassed. I put it inside my pocket and pushed him inside his cell. He looked at me before I walked away. I must admit he is a handsome guy.

I was stopped from walking out of my room by another elf.

- Are you sure you took everything from him?

He asked, and I nodded.

- Our king wants you to take a watch on them for your earlier wrongdoing.

- It was one time!

I said angrily, and he walked away without any more words. I sat down with a loud groan. The dwarves were talking, but I ignored it.

After some time, my butt started hurting, and I decided to stand up, walk a bit, and look at our prisoners. When I walked closer, their talks got quieter. I walked up to a cell with a blond dwarf. He was sitting on his cell bed. He looked at me with confusion.

- So you like daggers and knifes?

I asked, and he looked surprised, but nodded. He stood up and walked up to the doors of the cell.

- You know that you and your companions are really in trouble?

I asked and he sighed.

- We know.. but my uncle, like always, had to express his opinion on elves...

He said the last part quieter, and I giggled. He smiled.

"Mahal.. his smile and his voice are mesmerising.."

I thought and pulled out my hand for him.

- I'm (Y/n).

I said, and he grabbed my hand, turning it and kissing my knuckles. I blushed at the action.

- And I'm Fíli.

He said confidently with a tint of flirt. He let go of my hand, and I tucked my hair behind my ear, slightly blushing.

- Aye! Fíli stop flirting with that elf! It's point-

I heard someone shout, it was a brown haired dwarf, but then they stopped when Tauriel walked into the room. I giggled and waved to her. She waved back and walked through the prison and stopped where the brown haired dwarf was.

- That is my younger brother, Kíli.

Fíli said, leaning on the cell's door.

- And it seems like someone caught his eye.

I said with a smile, and Fíli chucked. I turned around to look at him again. He looked at my weapons, which were hanging around my body. I wasn't the archer elf like most of my friends. I preferred daggers, knives, swords, or even spears.

- You're not an archer?

He asked, surprised, and I nodded, chuckling.

- Definitely not. As you can tell..

I said and turned around, showing him my collection of weapons. His eyes widened and sparkled.

- They all have a story..

I said with nostalgia. He looked at me, intrested.

- Tell me about them.

He said with passion, and I laughed. I slowly sat down before his cell, and so did he.

I told him about my adventures and from where I got my weapons. He looked at me, listening curiously and sometimes making jokes, at which I laughed. The time went fast and nice. Then, someone walked in.

- (Y/n)!! Your shift is over!

The elf soldier shouted, and I looked at the dwarf saddly.

- It was nice talking to you, Fíli.. Hope I will see you soon..

I said quietly, so the elf soldier doesn't hear it. Fíli smiled and nodded.

- I don't think I can go anywhere..

He said and pointed at the cell, chuckling. I smiled and stood up. I waved him goodbye and ran up to the elf.

••

When I heard the alarm that the dwarves were running away, I quickly ran behind Legolas and Tauriel. We were going down the river, following the group of dwarves that were swimming in the barrels.

The dwarves stopped on our border gate, and after a while, there were orcs coming from every direction, killing elves and trying to kill our lost prisoners.

I throwed a spear at the tree and jumped, swinging on it to get on the other side of the river. I was trying to kill as many enemies as I could, but it wasn't easy in this terrain. I cut theirs heads off and cut throats while doing flips and dodges. I sometimes felt someone's gaze on me as I fought.

I saw Kíli getting out to pull the lever, but he got shot on his leg. I frowned and killed another orcs. Tauriel got to his rescue and killed orcs coming his way.

When Kíli pulled the lever and fell inside his barrel, we followed them again. We killed a lot of orcs to keep us and dwarves safe.

"Why are they going so fast?!"

I thought, groaning and leaning my head backwards when no one attacked me. I looked around and took a shortcut, sprinting. The shortcut was higher than the hills around the river. There was only one orc that I killed immediately by throwing a knife to his head. I took it back and ran as quickly as I could again.

I saw Legolas standing at dwarves heads, and laughed. He always liked to show off. I took my spear and throwed it at an orc that nearly attacked Legolas. The dwarves were helping too, and I was so grateful for that.

After a bit, my shortcut ended, and I was waiting for them a bit further. I killed orcs that waited here for the dwarves. Then I saw the barrels, and Legolas stopped next to me. We looked at them as they swam away. I sighed deeply, and my friend put a hand on my shoulder. We saw Tauriel behind us, and she joined us.

••

I decided to follow the dwarves into the Laketown. I jumped on the roofs of the houses, seeking the house with the dwarves in it. I jumped off the roof when I saw the correct one. I knocked on the door.

- Who is that?

- I hope not anyone who can kill us...

I heard mumbled voices, but then the door opened. I saw a tall man with dark hair.

- How can I help you?

He asked.

- I'm here to help your guests.

- But I don't have any-

He didn't finish, and I saw a head popping out from the room inside.

- (Y/n)?

Fíli said, and I smiled. The man let me go inside, and I walked up to the blond dwarf. I handed him the knife I took from him earlier with a smile.

- I think I took it from you.

I said, and he grabbed his weapon, smiling warmly. Fíli opened his mouth to say something, but then I heard loud groans of pain. I quickly excused myself and walked up to Kíli who was lying on the table, pale as a ghost. I looked at him, scared and worried.

- Please tell me you can help him..

Said the old dwarf and I looked with a sad look, shaking my head.

- But I know who can.

I said and quickly ran outside and jumped on the roof. I grabbed a horn that Tauriel gave me. She told me to use it in case of emergency. It is only heard for elves, so no one track us. I blowed the air inside it and waited.

After 5 minutes, I saw Tauriel making her way to me. We jumped off the roof, and she looked at Kíli. She told us to find some herb, which we did find after a while.

While Kíli was kicking around, we held him, and Tauriel did an elves' magic on him, bringing him back to health. I sighed in relief. I felt a hand wrap around mine and looked at the owner of it. It was Fíli who had a really concerned look on his face while looking at his brother. I rubbed my thumb on his knuckles to comfort him a bit.

Then we heard a loud thund. I immediately ran outside and stood next to a dead orc body. I looked around and saw that Legolas was shooting at the most enemies. I pulled my knives out, but in the corner of my eye, I saw Fíli taking his dagger out too. I turned around and looked at him.

- Fíli.. Take care of your brother.. He needs you now..

I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked deeply into my eyes.

- But you also need me..

He said, pushing through me and walking outside. He killed one orc and I smiled.

- Tauriel! Please take care of them.

I said in elvish. She looked at me and nodded. I ran outside to follow Fíli. We fought side by side. We knew what we were doing, like we knew each other for our whole lives.

When town was clear (or we thought so), we saw a dragon up in the sky, blowing fire. We started running away. I put my hand inside Fíli's and tried helping civilians run away and save their lifes.

When we got on the coast, we saw Bard trying to shoot the dragon, which he did. He killed him. The monster flew up into the sky and fell down with a huge impact.

We started cheering. The Smaug was dead. I looked at Fíli who looked so happy that I couldn't even describe it. He looked at our intertwined hands and then at my face. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer. I blushed while looking down at him.

- I thought you said you weren't going anywhere..

I said with a pout, remembering their swim in the river. He chuckled and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

- Well... I'm here now..

We leaned closer to each other, our noses touching and eyes closed. We were like this for a few seconds before I decided to press my lips to his. He seemed amazed at my action, but quickly kissed me back. He put his hand behind my head, pulling me closer. My arms wrapped around his shoulders.

We pulled away when we heard people shouting with enthusiasm. I looked into the direction of people's looks and saw Bard from the distance.

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