#especially those two from mirkwood royal family

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Inspired by that one scene from LOTR where Legolas is a sassy little shit)))

'Mykolaichik' For @graphicabyss ♡

#thranduil #lee pace #bard #luke evans #lotr #the hobbit #tolkien #bard the bowman #men are useless but very amusing and kind of adorable #especially future kings with long hair and charming smiles and in desperate need of hot shower #elves #are graceful sassy bastards #especially those two from mirkwood royal family #yes its elrond's attire #looks much better on Thran anyway;) #thran looking at how deep in the snow bard is: we should have invited Dain with us #edit/photo manipulation

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hardest of hearts - prologue

hardest of hearts masterlist

a/n: i suck at writing but i hope whomever is reading this that you enjoy it just as much as i do and feel free for critiques i need all i can get (in a nice way please).

chapter warning(s): death and explicit details of death as well

prologue: all good things must come to an end

song: and the sky turned red

Once upon a time in Middle Earth before the Battle of Dagorlad there was a group of elves known in later years to be that of just a myth, who had resided in the Grey Mountains. They were delicate creatures compared to that of their other elven kin, their eyes slightly larger than normal and it was said that they had the most beautiful voices in all of Middle Earth. Upon their group there were the warlike and peaceful, the warlike were known to be warriors who showed no mercy in combat and believed that others should have known better than to create an enemy of a superior foe such as themselves.

They lived by a complex code of honor and spent their lives defending their race as well as other races of elves. The peaceful were known to consist of scholars, philosophers, and artists who relied on their brains and diplomatic abilities including their magic power. They spent their lives studying the world, its history and creating works of art simply for the joy of creation. Despite their contrasting personalities, the two subcultures interacted surprisingly well.

Though as the saying goes all good things must come to an end, and soon it did just that. As Sauron got stronger, chaos within Middle Earth grew feral causing all to be on edge and constantly looking over their shoulder especially the elves in the Grey Mountains. Not much would attack them without them knowing, but one particularly cold night in the middle of the winter tragedy would strike..

It had been a daunting day as the temperature kept dropping causing the elves' bodies to work even harder during training, pushing themselves to the point of severe exhaustion. Many elves were sent back to their bed chambers earlier that day from either broken bones or hyperthermia. Soon the sun set and the stars came out of hiding winking in warning as if they knew what troubles lay ahead. As the hours passed mostly all were asleep in the comforts of their beds except for the few elves who were stationed guard outside the royal families living quarters and around the kingdom itself.

Unknowing to those in the mountain something wicked moved their way, sailing through the sky with ease, jealousy and bloodlust coating their tongues. And before they knew it the elves were ripped out of their dreams by the sound of a mighty roar and unnatural heat surrounding them. It was mayhem as smoke and flames surrounded the mountain, warriors jumping out of bed going to the source of destruction while some of the peaceful gathered the children and the others were fighting alongside the warriors with whatever magic they could conjure.

Nobody knows what truly transpired that frightful bloodshed night, only of the aftermath that was caused as the next day a select number of elves from Rivendell and Mirkwood traveled to the Grey Mountains to see if the rumors were true. Upon arrival the elves couldn’t believe what they were looking at, it was dead silent as bodies of their distant kin were scattered around.

Navigating through the heavy smoke that still lingered in the air, more and more bodies appeared. Some of children others of warriors with their eyes wide open in terror and the peaceful who had nothing of themselves left but their bones. And in the center of it all was a dragon the color of charcoal who seemed to be in the form of a statue, its mouth and eyes open wide as if to give one more lethal breath of fire to the kingdom that was submerged in ruins. All around lay death and it was just like that that the group of elves who were once known to be the superior of the elven races seemed now to be of nothing.

Thousands of years of history had become extinct overnight, turning one of the most ancient elven races into myth. To those in Middle Earth the Avariel elves, who carried angelic feathered wings on their back, were of nothing but falsehood the stories of their kin now told to younglings before bed. Though, it is said that if one looks to the north toward the Grey Mountains on the coldest night of the year they can still see the smoke, still hear the dragons roar along with the war cries of the Avariel, and still smell that of burnt feathers lingering in the air.

chapter one

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #elvenking #mirkwood #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #lord of the rings x reader #bilbo baggins #gandalf #legolas #tolkein #middle earth #smaug the dragon #greenwood #thranduil+x+oc #avariel

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The King’s precious gem...

For the sweet @marilynmonroefanfics​

Hope you will enjoy this story!

"Here comes King consort (Y/N) of Mirkwood!"

"This social climber? Don't even talk to me about this little nobody!"

"Quiet! If King Thranduil hears you, he will make you pay! The last one who dared disrespect his husband ended up in jail for almost 20 years. Luckily for him, (Y/N) pardoned him. Besides, the people loved him!"

(Y/N) did not care about those gossips on his trail: he knew he deserved his place next to the king. What a long way since he was only a healer!

The young elf can heal since his younger days. Noticed for his gifts, he succeeded in working at the royal court. However, he did not expect to be the friend and confidant of Prince Legolas.

The two young men fought together against the Orcs or any enemy of their kingdom.

One day, (Y/N) managed to save the life of Legolas when the latter fell ill. Worried about his son's safety, King Thranduil hired the best healers of his kingdom to treat him. Only (Y/N) managed to heal the young prince.

Grateful, the monarch allowed him to stay in the court. Then, he started to get interested in this young healer who can play with a knife and medicine. The elf king always found an excuse to spend more time with (Y/N).

Slowly, a romance blossomed between them, much to the surprise of Legolas. 

When the court heard about this affair, it was a shock for many of the royal counselors. Indeed, they took a very dim view of this young commoner. However, the people immediately loved (Y/N) and accepted him as their new king consort.

Since this day, (Y/N) was allowed to sit next to The King. And today, he felt his presence would be helpful for his husband, as the latter was about to greet a delegation of dwarves. This delegation was led by Thorin Oakenshield, the grandson of Thror, King of Erebor. It sounds like his beloved husband would need his help.

It is necessary to say that between Thranduil and the Erebor royal family, there was a feud that lasted for years. 

As he arrived in the throne room, a servant announced:

"His Majesty King Consort (Y/N) of Mirkwood!"

Slightly smiling, the young man saw Thranduil sitting on his throne. 

The monarch talked with a guard:

"Let those dwarves coming here. However, be careful with this Thorin Oaekenshield: I fear he might be like his grandfather..."

"All the guards will be vigilant, Your Majesty!" stated the armored man as he saluted his king before leaving the room.

Thranduil turned his hand and gently gestured to his husband:

"Come here, my love."

"This is what I intended to do, my adored." (Y/N) smiled as he sat on his throne.

Thranduil reached (Y/N)'s hand and held it.

"I am glad that you find some time for me."

"Well, I know this meeting is capital for you. Besides, I would like you to avoid a new feud between our people and the dwarves of Erebor."

The elf king sighed.

"What can I say? You cannot trust dwarves. Especially those who come from under the mountains."

"Who knows? Maybe Thorin would be different..."

Thranduil scoffed.

"I wish I was optimistic like you, my sunflower."

"Let see..."

Suddenly, a guard shouted:

"Thorin Oakenshield and his delegation are here, Your Majesties. Gandalf the Grey is here too!"

"What this wizard is doing here?" grumbled Thranduil.

"We'll see in time..."

Shortly after, the company of Thorin Oakenshield arrived in the throne room. Among the dwarves, (Y/N) noticed a hobbit, which surprised him.

But, much to his delight, he noticed the presence of Gandalf.

"Dear Gandalf, what a pleasure to see you!"

The old wizard politely bowed with a smile:

"The pleasure is reciprocated, King (Y/N)."

As for Thranduil and Thorin, they stared stonily at each other. The Durin dynasty and the Elf King always had difficult contacts. All the story with Smaug did not improve it, and even if Thorin finally regain his throne, he never forgave Thranduil for giving up on his people when they needed help.

"Greetings, o delegation of Erebor. I hope the journey was not too arduous," said Thranduil with a cold tone.

"It went well, Your Majesty," politely said Balin with a respectful bow.

"It is a pleasure finally meeting the brave company of Thorin Oakenshield. The same company who dared fight Smaug The Terrible and gained back their kingdom," added (Y/N) with a gentle smile.

All the dwarves giggled with a blush on their faces. They all heard about King (Y/N) of Mirkwood, known as "The Gentle King" by all realms. Even Dwalin, who could not stand elves, was not able to resist.

The two kings started to negotiate new treaties between their respective kingdoms. Unfortunately, as they were both stubborn, they did not agree on anything.

"WHAT? YOU WANT US TO SELL OUR METAL? THAT IS DAYLIGHT ROBBERY!" yelled Thorin.

"It is ABSOLUTELY out of the question that my people would low the price of our wooden crafts," replied Thranduil with anger.

As for the other dwarves, they stayed silent while watching their sovereign sparring verbally with The Elvenking.

Meanwhile, Gandalf talked with (Y/N).

"I expected that they would fight. I hope you're not annoyed, dear (Y/N)."

"Not really, my dear wizard: I am not surprised by their behavior. They never got along, and I am afraid it will not change."

Suddenly, (Y/N)  noticed Bilbo slowly coming towards him. Gandalf exclaimed:

"Ah, I forgot! I should introduce you to our dear Hobbit! Master Baggins, this is King (Y/N) of Mirkwood. King (Y/N), I would like to introduce Bilbo Baggins to you. Without his talents, this quest would have failed."

Intimidated, the Hobbit awkwardly bowed:

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty."

"It is a pleasure to meet you too, Mister Baggins."

Catching his breath, Bilbo replied:

"I have to say, Your Majesty: when I told all the inhabitants of Hobbiton that I would meet you, they all ask me to check if you were as handsome and benevolent as the songs said..."

The King consort asked, amused:

"And do I meet your expectations, Master Baggins?"

Bilbo brightly blushed before replying:

"The truth is, O (Y/N), the songs did not have enough words to praise your handsomeness and kindness."

"That is very kind of you, Mister Baggins."

Fidgeting his fingers, the Hobbit:

"May I ask you something, O generous monarch?"

"What is it, Mister Baggins?"

"Well... The people of Hobbiton want to have proof that I met you. And I would like to know if you could provide me some evidence."

The King consort smiled:

"Did they ask for something in particular?"

"Not really."

"Then, I think I can help you," replied (Y/N) as he cut one of his dark locks. 

Then, he put in a golden pendant, engraved with his portrait, before handing it to Bilbo Baggins.

"When you will come back home, tell your people that it is the present from the King consort of Mirkwood to the bravest Hobbit."

The Hobbit stared with amazement at this gift. 

He stammered:

"Your Majesty... I have no words to tell you how grateful I am!"

"There is no need, Master Baggins: your actions speak louder than your words."

(Y/N) did not notice that Fili was looking at him with adoring eyes.

Indeed, the nephew of Thorin swore he never met such a handsome man in all realms. It such a shame this perfect elf married Thranduil. 

He came towards (Y/N) and politely said:

"I am pleased to meet you, King (Y/N)."

"The pleasure is mine, Prince Fili."

The young Dwarf prince felt his heart skipping a beat: this voice! It was like hearing millions of birds singing in harmony.

Clearing his throat, he asked:

"Your Majesty, may I ask you something?"

"Of course. What is it?"

To the surprise of all the people gathered in the room, Fili asked:

"Are you aware that your handsomeness is the most deadly weapon of all realms?"

All stopped talking - or yelling - and looked at the scene with surprise on their faces.

As for (Y/N), he was astonished by this question.

"Well, I am not aware that I am dangerous to this point. Could you tell why?"

Smirking, Fili declaimed:

"Like a battering ram,

Your smile makes the walls around my heart crumbling down.

Like a sharpened sword,

Your eyes destroyed the shield that protects my mind.

Like an arrow,

Your voice pierced me to the core.

And like a defeated army,

I surrender to the love I feel for you."

"WHAT?" exclaimed (Y/N).

"How dare you, you filthy dwarf!" yelled Thranduil.

"Do not use that tone with my nephew!" scolded Thorin.

Unaware of the upcoming threat, Fili pursued his declaration:

"It is the truth! You're so handsome, kind, wise, and pure. You deserve better than those arrogant elves!"

"Fili, shut up!" gritted Kili.

Feeling the anger boiling in the eyes of the Elvenking, Gandalf tried to calm the situation.

"Your Majesty, please forgive this young dwarf. He lets the ardor of youth speaking louder than his reason," he said while giving a slight slap on Fili's head.

Balin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed: not only he had to deal with the short-tempered dwarf king, but he had to handle his carefree prince.

As for Dwalin, he inwardly chuckled: he despised Thranduil, and seeing Fili courting the King consort of Mirkwood amused him.

Meanwhile, Fili claimed his love for (Y/N):

"Come to Erebor, o blossoming orchid. I would make you the happiest prince of all realms."

"Listen, Fili: your gentleness towards me is moving. But, in case you are not aware, I am married and happy!"

"And I would let no one, and especially NO DWARF, courting my spouse!" fumed Thranduil.

When he heard that, Fili had a deadpan expression on his face and declared:

"Then, I know what I have to do..."

"What do you mean?" asked Balin, sweating with dread.

"Why I fear he might say something stupid?" muttered Bilbo.

They were not out of the woods!

"I, Fili, son of Dis, grandson of Thrain, solemnly demand the hand of (Y/N) of Mirkwood as my husband!"

"WHAT?" yelled the dwarves.

"Oh no!" groaned Kili as he facepalmed.

As for Gandalf, he feared that Thranduil would be mad. And it was the case!

"Stay away from my husband, you idiot!"

Thorin snickered, which angered the elf king.

"May I know what causes your hilarity, Thorin Oakenshield?"

"At least, it proves that my nephew has good taste. And perhaps (Y/N) will appreciate our beautiful kingdom, far from your bunches of hypocrites!" replied the latter.

"What do you mean?"

"Either you are deaf, or blind... or stupid. But I find it hard not to notice that your royal boot-lickers are not happy to see a consort that is not from royal lineage!"

"Please, can we go back to the negotiations?" pleaded Balin.

"Not until this idiot stops courting my husband!" yelled Thranduil.

"Oh, shut up, you pointed-ears princess: nobody asked for your opinion!" growled Bombur.

"Guys, stop it!" begged Bilbo.

"Besides, Fili: it is not possible to marry (Y/N)!" explained Kili.

"And why?"

"First of all, he is already married! Secondly, he is an elf from the woods. He does not belong to the mines, neither the mountain!"

"Ah, I did not think about this... Ah, I have a plan! I shall create a beautiful garden on one of the mountain plateaus!"

"Oh, so you can plant something else than a vegetable patch?" said Thranduil with irony.

"You want to fight?" screamed Oin.

All this argument created chaos that gets on the nerves of the wizard.

"CALM DOWN, ALL OF YOU!" ordered Gandalf in a booming voice.

All immediately stood silent, terrified by the charisma of Gandalf.

Once the silence fell on the room, the wizard said:

"I did not try to stop a war for enduring your silly bickerings!"

"But..." protested Thorin.

"DO NOT DARE CONTRADICTING ME!"

As for (Y/N), he decided to put an end to this mess.

He turned to Fili and declared in a soft voice:

"Fili, I would like you to listen to me carefully!"

The latter nodded, afraid of the answer.

"I am all ears, (Y/N)."

"Fili of Erebor, I appreciate your compliments towards me because I feel they were sincere and pure. But for once and all, I am already married to the man I love more than my own life. 

I am aware that I am just a gold digger, a social climber for many royal counselors. A little nobody that does not deserves to wear the crown of Mirkwood. But do I care? No. 

Because all the elven people love me, Legolas helped me, and my husband would never let me go. It is more than enough for me..."

Fili sighed.

"And to say I was thrilled to introduce you to Mum. I am sure she would love you!"

"I have no doubt. But I belong to Mirkwood and his king, against all odds."

"Besides, I am sure that Mother would surely want you alive and not beheaded by a MAD ELF KING because you try to steal him his husband, you jackass!" replied Kili, fed up with his brother's shenanigans.

"Anyway, we sorted this story, and there is nothing to worry about!" wisely said Gandalf.

"I hope so..." coldly stated Thranduil.

A few hours later, the dwarves and the Elvenking managed to find some common ground. Then, Thorin and his company went back to their kingdom, followed by Gandalf and Bilbo.

As he nearly walked out of the door, Fili shouted to (Y/N):

"Dear (Y/N), if one day you come to Erebor, I promise I will show you the garden I create for you. I keep my words!"

"I can't wait to see it, dear Fili!" smirked the king consort of Mirkwood.

Once the delegation left, Thranduil sighed and said:

"Finally, they're gone! I swear to the moon that those dwarves would kill me!"

"Well, you managed to survive. Speaking of surviving, I am surprised that you did not kill Fili on the spot!"

"My dear daffodil, you have no idea how much I wanted to cut off his head!"

Amused by this fit of jealousy, (Y/N) asked:

"But you know I would never leave you, right?"

The Elvenking gently smiled and held the hand of his husband.

"No doubt about you shall ever cross my mind, dear.I know you will never leave me."

He gently kissed (Y/N)'s hand before the pair exited the room. 

On their way, the king asked:

"Now, my waterlily, could you tell me the names of my royal counselors who disrespected you? I think I might need to have a little conversation with them..."

"I assure you, Thranduil, there is no need..."

Thranduil gently shushed his consort by putting his finger on (Y/N)'s lips.

"I have to do it, my love. After all, no one dares to be rude towards the King's precious gem without suffering consequences!"

Slightly blushing, (Y/N) smiled at this compliment. 

And as they went to the dining room, (Y/N) felt like something new arrived in Mirkwood. He believed that one day, the court would not look at him as (Y/N) the little nobody with a crown, but as (Y/N) of Mirkwood, the king consort of this kingdom and the King's precious gem. 

Long live the kings...

Thanks for the reading!

I hope you enjoy the story and I can’t wait to see future requests!

See you soon and take care! 😘🥰😍

#requests #the hobbit #thranduil #fili #lee pace #ben barnes #dean o'gorman

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Silver Lining

Sleepover Request

luna-xial said: So so so I see you have requests open due to your sleepover (also Ohmygosh congratulations!!) and I was wanting to ask if you could do something with Kili for the fluff prompt list, #3??? ❤️❤️ (if not that’s okay, I just wanted to request something because your writing is so good 🥺❤️) (“(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.”)

A/N Wow! This one is a doozy. I loved writing this, Kili has always been one of my favorite characters, and the prompt lead to so many directions but I chose to do one where angst was not an option🥺 Thank you so much for sending this in @luna-xial and participating in the sleepover 🥰

*I wanted to thank @guardianofrivendell for double-checking my writing and making sure I knew the difference between "pinning" and "pining" LMFAO!*

Warnings: none? I guess self-doubt?

Erebor was bustling. What once was a dormant and abandoned mountain, a reminder of dwarven greed, now symbolized second chances, wealth, and life. Dwarves from the Blue Mountains were flocking to the mountain, some were those who never thought they would live to see the Lonely Mountain rise from the horizon, the rest were ambitious young dwarrows hoping to start anew. Men were also moving back to Dale, revitalizing the growing community in the shadow of the great mountain- of course, King Bard and his family oversaw the restoration of the city and personally welcomed the new arrivals. Whilst similarly in Erebor, Thorin himself rolled up his sleeves and took to reconstructing the home of his forefathers- his Company by his side. Which were quite a sight to see as thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, and a woman all lifted, chiseled, and swept away rubble, ash, and dirt. Little by little, the fruits of labor began to show and soon the rock-hewn walls seemed to sing the history of the mountain and once the mountain was unearthed, the new dwarves were settled in. You found you had more time to explore the mountain. The grand stone walls of Erebor encased your miniature frame. Funny enough, being a human woman you were head and shoulders taller than most dwarves, but the walls and statues made you shrink. As you quietly made your way through the halls, you’d occasionally run into a group of dwarrow, warm pleasantries were exchanged and small talk was exchanged. Once the mountain was more established and a trade agreement was founded, Thorin had appointed you as a live-in ambassador to Dale and Mirkwood, much to his chagrin. At first living in the mountain had a rocky start, Durin’s folk were always wary of strangers- especially from another race, but once you had proven yourself time and time again, you were welcomed with open arms. However, some still were reluctant to see you as an ally, making it a point to sometimes emphasize your foreignness. Yet you never held it against them but had always put it up to jealousy, for not only were you the woman who accompanied and aided in the quest to reclaim the Lonely Mountain alongside Thorin Oakenshield, but you were very close to the Durin princes-- especially Kili. From the moment you and Kili met, the Company knew you were both trouble. Being both the youngest in the group meant mischief that even Fili had to take a step back to make sure you two were not in over your heads. At first, it was all fun and games, but somewhere along the line, you realized that he meant so much more to you than a friend; you loved him. You’d carried this torch with you throughout the whole quest and although you’d hoped it would extinguish, his sunlight smiles, friendly touches, and adoring eyes fanned the flames of your feelings- it didn’t help that he would always make time to end every night in conversation with you. As time went on, even Fili could see your pining and couldn’t help but smile fondly knowing that you and his brother held mutual feelings but were just too blinded by their infatuation for each other to realize the truth.

One day, at the training grounds when you and Fili were free from your duties, the golden prince set his plan into action. As he stood by the side, he seemed to be lost in thought- reliving an earlier conversation he had with his brother.

“Fi, what do I do?” Kili wailed, sitting in front of his brother as he patiently waited for him to comb his hair. Fili sighed, he knew that wail very well.

“Whatever do you mean, brother dear?” He said teasingly while pulling on a particularly tough knot. Resisting the tugs, Kili began to rant.

“You know what I mean. What do I do about y/n? I want to start the courting process, even Uncle thinks it’s a good idea, but I am so lost… I don’t even know if she returns my feelings.” Kili’s head droops a little at the thought of you not loving him the same way. Fili chuckles at his expense, the sound causing Kili to huff in faux indignation. “I’m glad you’re having a good laugh at my expense brother.”

“Forgive me nadad, but that is such a crazy notion. She loves you, I can see it in the way she lights up when you’re in the room, did you know that?” He says as he continues to untangle the knots in his raven hair.

“Truly?” Kili asks with a little more pep in his tone.

“Truly. You’d think Mahal himself walked into the room with the way her eyes brighten.” Fili smiles as he remembers how in an earlier discussion between you and him, your whole demeanor changed the moment his brother came into the room- like a plant being watered after a drought.

“Do not doubt, brother. She loves you fiercely.” With a reassuring pat on Kili’s shoulder, Fili stands and prepares himself for the day.

“But for Mahal’s sake, fix your hair. I’m sure even she wouldn’t want a prince with a rat’s nest for hair. Amad will shave you if you keep that up!” Fili said as he saw Kili ruffle his hard work.

“I know that! But I also know she’ll love me if I am as smooth as a newborn bairn. She said she loved my hair once on the quest, just before we all fell asleep.” He swooned at the memory. “You don’t understand Fi. I think she is the one, MY One. And I want to do right by her.” Kili’s eyes shone with determination. Speechless, Fili stares at his brother. Then laughs a hearty laugh, confusing Kili.

“What’s so funny?!” He asks, a bit embarrassed. Fili wipes the tears away as he controls his breathing.

“Nothing bad, it’s just that… You truly can find the good in anything! It wasn’t but a moment ago that you were wailing about her not loving you and now you’re declaring her your One.” Fili explains, again brushing his little brother’s hair.

“Oh… Brother, I only do that because of her. She always sees the positive side of everything- and I want to be like that to her. But I can’t do this on my own. Will you help me?” Kili asks timidly. Fili stops and looks directly at him,

“Of course.”

The sound of wood splintering brings Fili back to the present. You ended up breaking the wooden pole and looking sheepishly at him. Sighing fondly, he helps you find a replacement. Once a new one has taken its place, you resume your training while Fili observes.

“You know.” Fili inquired, breaking the silence. “You seem to be so skilled with the sword. Have you tried other weapons?” As you attack a wooden post, the question causes you to pause mid-swing. Pondering this, a small flush creeps onto your face. Suddenly shy, you look down.

“I have been wanting to learn how to shoot a bow…” You whisper as a certain dark-haired prince’s visage of letting loose a quiver of arrows flash in your mind. “I’d always admired how Kili could so quickly nock an arrow and aim with such precision in such a short amount of time. All with a smile, did you know that? That cheeky cub.” You said smiling unknowingly.

Fili smirked. “Now, why would you want to learn how to use a bow, y/n?” he asks- already knowing the answer. As you squirm uncomfortably under his questioning, the silence stretches out. After what seems to be a lifetime, you look up and answer with a determined gleam in your eye.

“Because I want to impress Kili.” You say softly, but resolutely. The answer stuns Fili into silence. After a heartbeat of silence, you continue.

“I know I am not of royal or noble descent. Nor am I rich- I’m not even a dwarf! But I do truly love your brother. I cannot offer much but I would like to start by offering the time to get to better understand his favorite weapon.” You pause, unsure whether you should continue, but you push on. “From what I understand, weaponry and skills are an important part of dwarven courtship, and I would like to take that chance… I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Your brother is worth that chance-- and if nothing comes from it, I at least can say that I tried. ” A loving look passes your face, reminding him of the times you all sat around the fire and listened to his brother’s stories- already he knew you had fallen hard. ‘She always sees the positive side of everything’, Kili’s voice resonates in his mind.

“But I am still a novice in this… So I may need your help?” You conclude, less confident than what you meant. Exhaling in relief, Fili smiles and turns around. At first, you are worried that you’d insulted him, but when he returns promptly with a bow and a quiver of arrows, your face breaks into a grin.

“I’d gladly teach you,” Fili says proudly as he hitches his belt. You nod and reach for the bow, but at the last minute, he pulls away.

“But I can think of a better teacher, right brother?” A chuckle resonates from the sidelines behind you. Turning around, you see Kili walking towards you, smiling. He reaches for the bow and arrows from Fili and knocks foreheads softly.

“Thank you.” Fili pulls away and nods, as he moves to the exit he passes by you and winks.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Silently, the golden prince leaves the training area- leaving you alone with Kili. Turning to him, you can't help but notice your heartbeat so fast that you're sure he can hear it. The silence grows as you both stare at each other until he clears his throat

"I know Fili may have said that I'd be a better teacher, but I will be honest… I don't think I am." He confesses as he subconsciously nocks an arrow and pierces the wooden post.

"I learned by example, but I will teach you everything I know and by the end of the day, you'd be the best archer in all of Erebor." He says sweetly. "Well… second best. After me of course." Correcting himself. You gasp at his cheekiness and punch his shoulder playfully.

"Alright, alright. Let's get this lesson started."

Several hours passed, and so had several arrows yet not one hit the target. You were out of breath, your arms shaking so much you could barely lift the bow. Kili looked over you, took in the sight of your sweaty form and shaking arms. He sat on the ground with a thump- the sound surprising you.

"Kili? Are you alright?" You asked worriedly, kneeling down next to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, not looking at you. Confused, you take his hand into yours and begin to rub his arm comfortingly.

"What do you mean? No need to apologize, you're a great teacher- I'm just a bad student hahaha!" You joke. However, Kili shakes his head.

"No, I'm a better teacher than this, it's just that I am distracted…" he admits, further confusing you. Kili continues, "I heard what you said with Fili." Shocked, you ask, "How much did you hear…?" You look down, unable to meet his eyes.

"All of it." Your shoulders droop in dismay. Ashamed, you begin to pull away, but his grip tightens.

"You don't need to be anything for me, y/n. I don't need a princess nor do I need a lady- I just need you." Kili's confession snaps your eyes to his.

"You don't mean that." You respond, barely a whisper. Your eyes fall on your lap once again, but Kili tilts your chin up so your eyes stare into his deep brown eyes.

"I do, amrâlimê. With every ounce of my being." He smiles the smile that can make even the darkest nights seem like morning. Still, clouds of doubt linger.

"I came from nothing, Kili… You are a prince, there are so many other dwarrowdams, clothed and draped with gems and gold- I cannot compare to that. You deserve-" Suddenly you're pulled forward and silenced as his lips meet yours. At first, Kili seems hesitant, giving you enough time to pull away, but to his relief, you begin to kiss him back. Your hand reaches up and caresses his cheek, while his free hand pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. For a moment, the clouds break and all thoughts of doubt leave your mind, replaced by a feeling of wholeness-- as though you had found a half you'd never known you'd lost. Reluctantly, however, you both pull away to breathe but bring your foreheads together, basking in each other's presence- time begins to move again.

"My heart belongs to no one except to you, y/n. You are my One and I love you. Don't worry about them; they cannot compare to you. No one can." He breathes, cupping your face in both his hands. Unbeknownst to you, tears trail down your eyes.

"But-" He kisses you again, softly. Brushing away any second thoughts you'd have.

"No buts. Do you know why they don't compare? It's because, in the end, I know they will only want me for my title and gold. But you?" He wipes your tears away and smiles lovingly at you. "You love me for me. You'd seen me at my highs and lows. Moreover, you always show me the bright side of everything, ghivashel. They can keep their gems and golden gowns. For you are my silver lining." With that, Kili pulls you into a tight hug and all you can do is smile as the clouds of doubt break. Assuring you that come what may, no matter what clouds your thoughts, Kili's love for you is true, and will always show you the bright side- he is your silver lining.

#kili x reader #writing #sleepover #100 followers #fluff prompts #the hobbit #luna-xial #fluff #tiny bit of self-doubt #tolkien #silver lining #thank you

[curiosityunsated]

In Pursuit of the Scholarly

Triggers: Racism against elves. If there’s anything else you feel should be mentioned, please let me know. No violence included.

Not beta read, cross posted on AO3. Also, I have no idea of the Sindarin here is accurate- I used a translator I found on Google. Don’t @ me.

——

Prince Kíli, second in line for the throne of Erebor, was incandescently angry.

The Council sat and watched, though most did not really listen, as the Prince railed at them and yelled counter arguments and indignity. Most of the council, save for a very select few outside of the presence of the royal family, were not swayed by the show of temper. Some, in fact, looked rather smug (though those were typically not well liked in the Lonely Mountain).

The King, the King’s Consort, the Princess Royal, Prince Fíli, and Her Ladyship Tauriel sat in tense silence as their kinsman slowly ran out of steam. Tirade ended, he stared at the Council and waited.

Kern, who had held his seat on the Council even prior to the Desolation, was barely able to swallow his smirk before he responded.

“Be that as it may, Your Highness, Khuzdul is our sacred language, and it must be... protected. It is... understandable,” it looked as though the word hurt to say, “that you would wish to share it with your wife. But I’m afraid that we cannot agree with your insistence to allow Princess Thiliriel to take Khuzdul lessons.”

The young father bristled, and for a brief moment the Council braced for another round of ire. But it wasn’t the Prince Kíli who spoke, but Prince Fíli.

“Surely you see how difficult it would be to keep Thiliriel from learning Khuzdul completely, my Lords, as she lives in a Dwarven city. Some would say restricting her education in this way was born of ill will directed at the race of her forebears.” He pointed out, politely. Kern’s eyes narrowed.

“We can’t control the opinions of the uninformed, your highness,” he allowed, “and it is understood that there has been, and will be, some unfortunate transference. But perhaps this may be managed if the Royal Family would consider limiting their use of Khuzdul while in the company of the young Princess?” His polite tone matched Fíli’s syllable for syllable.

The Royal Family, save Lady Tauriel, stiffened as one. Prince Fíli’s eyes glinted at the response.

“We are approaching the Noonday bell. Perhaps this is a matter best settled another time.” Balin tried to intervene, and another dwarf would have accepted it for the diffusion that it was. The majority of the Council was prepared to do so, had Kern not spoken.

“I believe we’ve made our decision clear, Lord Balin, but thank you for the reminder. A pleasant day, my Lords.”

And an infuriated Prince Kíli was storming out of the chamber after Kern’s final words, gently tugging Lady Tauriel with him, even before the King had officially ended the meeting.

——

It started with Prince Fíli. This, perhaps, should not have surprised the Council as it had.

The Prince had been spotted, overheard really, in a training ring with the young Princess. That itself wasn’t unusual; the heir had made it routine to ‘train’ with his niece a few times a week, and nearly all the dwarrow who frequented the upper training halls had seen the two playing rambunctiously under guise of hand to hand combat. If this time usually came just before the Princess’ bedtime, well, no one could say Prince Fíli wasn’t efficient.

As far as the Council could gather, the incident happened just before the Royals had left for the evening. The Prince had been crouched on the ground, beckoning the little one forward and playfully taunting her. She had responded in kind, rushing at her uncle and jumping at him with a battle cry that, according to multiple reports, was very cute. He had taken her momentum and propelled himself backwards, landing flat on his back. And then, he had exclaimed:

“Cin got nin! Im’m dad!”

Apparently no one had clearly heard what the little one had said, but the Prince had smiled and kissed her forehead, replying:

“Cin did eithel, lend emel.”

Of course the Prince knew multiple dialects of elvish- the entire royal family did- but only so that they could interact with Elvish representatives without fear of coercion! It was unheard of for it to be spoken so- so- familiarly within an everyday setting! Especially in a Dwarven stronghold such as Erebor! Even Lady Tauriel chose to speak mostly Westron in the presence of the mountain’s public eye. It had left the Council feeling slightly wrong-footed, but perhaps it had been a one-time occurrence. A bit of practice, perhaps, so the Prince wouldn’t get rusty.

It was not a one-time occurrence. Only days later, King Consort Baggins was overheard in the library casually reading aloud to Princess Thiliriel in Sindarin... though the book itself was Westron! The Head Librarian hadn’t even asked him to lower his voice- though as the Head Librarian was the young Ori, son of Lori, that wasn’t surprising in the least. The former Company of Thorin Oakenshield was very close, even now.

Lord Ori had even pointed out a few words and asked for the translation in his own book, an act which garnered stares of its own.

The next day, Prince Kíli and Lady Tauriel gathered stares of their own as they strolled through the market, Princess Thiliriel between them, speaking exclusively in Sindarin! In the middle of the Marketplace! At one point, one scout reported, the Prince had swung his daughter around in his arms, exclaiming something in the lyrical language he hadn’t understood. It must have been humorous, though, because both Mother and Daughter had burst into giggles.

But the final straw, really, had happened in the Council’s very chambers during a meeting. Princess Dís, during a moment between agenda topics, had turned to her brother and quite clearly addressed him in Sindarin. And the King, with no hesitation, replied in Sindarin.

The entire room went silent, and many stared. Only Prince Fíli and Lord Balin continued perusing the paperwork for the next order of business as though nothing was amiss.

“Is everything alright, My Lords?” The King asked dryly, noticing the attention.

“It is just... well, you see...” Lord Tírn stumbled as the King turned his attention to him, and Kern interrupted.

“It isn’t like you to speak Elvish when there aren’t any Elves around, Your Majesty.” He interjected, and Thorin raised an eyebrow coldly.

“And you would know me well enough to make such an observation?” The Council watched as Kern blanched and then flushed.

“We’ve been hearing quite a lot of Elvish around the Mountain these days, Your Majesty.” He didn’t answer The King’s pointed question.

“Sindarin, Lord Kern. Not ‘Elvish’. There are multiple dialects. And since my granddaughter has been forbidden from learning her Father’s sacred tongue, we have decided to use her Mother’s instead.” Princess Dís replied, and if Thorin was cold then his sister’s tone was frozen solid. The Council felt a rush of fear run down their spines.

“Yes. In fact, I’ve been considering asking Prince Legolas to visit soon- Lady Tauriel is both a working ‘dam and a mother, and I don’t want to take more of her time but there are a few grammar questions I have that Lord Bilbo can’t seem to explain.” The Prince’s tone could be described as bland, even self-musing, but the flash of steel in his eye as he glanced at Kern.

“I- I suppose it would be good for our relations with Mirkwood for the Prince to visit-“ the Councillor tried, and was interrupted.

“Perhaps we should revisit the idea of an Elvish Ambassadorship, as a permanent position in the Court.” The King stated, and Kern turned an ugly puce color.

“Elves living in Erebor!?” He erupted, evidently at the end of his rope.

“My Brother’s Wife is an Elf. I would be very careful how you finish that thought, Lord Kern.” Prince Fíli said lowly, and unsheathed a knife to spin, point down, on the table with pointed intent.

“My granddaughter is part Elf. I will not hear any protest about her kin coming to stay, Councillor. Especially if you hope to keep your seat.” Princess Dís did not need to produce a weapon to aid her threat.

“I meant no disrespect, your Highnesses. I humbly apologize.”

“It seems to me, Lord Kern,” the King began, “that you have invited disrespect with your words and your conduct. Barring my grand niece from learning her Maker’s tongue- don’t look at me like that, I know who’s voice persuaded the rest of Council against it- and now making remarks of such disgust against the lineage of an heir of the line of Durin?” King Thorin trailed off, hard stare never wavering.

Kern, who had already been thrown off kilter by the Royal Family’s seemingly overnight adoption of Sindarin, floundered under such a direct accusal.

“I- Your Majesty, never-“

“In fact,” the King continued, and the Council watched the two with bated breath, “I have been in talks with some of our oldest, most practiced curates and they all agree. The right to learn Khuzdul is a matter of religion, not of politics.”

Kern turned that fetching shade of puce again.

“So while it remains a matter of courtesy for Prince Kíli and Lady Tauriel to inform the assembled Council of their plans for Princess Thiliriel’s education, they are in no way obliged to do more than consider the Council’s opinions on this particular aspect.” The King finished, and it was Princess Dís’ turn to smirk as she, and the rest of the Council, watched the pompous windbag known as Kern to puff up, process, deflate, and stiffly nod.

“Thank you, your Majesty, for reminding the Council of the boundaries of our reach. I am... sure this will not be forgotten.” The words came as easily as blood from a rock, and Kern ground his teeth as though trying to break ore from stone as he spoke.

“Oh, and Lord Kern?” King Thorin said, already looking at the papers for the next topic, and not sparing a glance for the Council.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“I’d like for you to tell his Highness and Lady Tauriel the good news. Directly after the Council Meeting concludes. We wouldn’t want to delay the Princess’ education any longer.”

Fíli’s smile could only be described as wolfishly sharp, and he clearly inherited it from his mother.

——

Elvish translations:

Cin got nin! Im’m dad! : you got me! I’m down!

Cin did eithel, lend emel. : You did well, sweet heart.

#the hobbit #fili #kili #bilbo baggins #fanfic #thorin oakenshield #Dís #original child character #Kiliel #injustice #elvish racism

[kayleighhalliday2203]

Hi! I love The King’s Harem so much! I was wondering if you could make a post for what all of the elleths look like and which children they sired with Thranduil? I tend to confuse myself from time to time- thank you so much! @mirkwood-haven

You get confused? Try having them living in your brain! Lol, no problem, I can do this. I basically have a cheat sheet to keep them all in line. There’s also a few non-spoiler details in this that haven’t been mentioned in the story yet, so enjoy those!

Gwend Gwend is a Sindar Elf of non-noble birth; her father is Thranduil’s Master At Arms. She has the characteristic blonde hair and blue eyes of the Sindar. The first thing anyone notices about her is usually her sweet smile and gentle voice. She is very graceful, even by Elven standards. Her long-standing relationship with Thranduil was noted by the Elven Queen, and when the time came that the Queen could no longer satisfy Thranduil, Gwend was handpicked to be Thranduil’s mistress and later Chief Courtesan of the harem. She is eternally grateful for her favour, and ensures that the rest of the harem reflect regularly on how the late Queen’s actions gave them their places. She is very laid back and has a calm confidence in her position in both Thranduil’s harem and his heart. She takes on the role of ‘mother hen’ with the other members of the harem, watching over them and helping them with their roles, especially when they are newly arrived and do not have the confidence to speak up when something upsets them. She is who Thranduil seeks out when he has suffered a stressful day or requires comforting. There have long been rumours that one day the two will wed, but Gwend in fact turned down Thranduil’s proposal, stating she prefers the freedom of being one of his harem rather than his wife. Her passions include dancing and music. She is bisexual with a preference towards males. She has bore Thranduil three sons.

Thangonnas

The eldest son of Thranduil and Gwend. He is a full-grown adult and a general in Thranduil’s army. He is his father’s exact double, a bone of contention between him and his half-brother and close friend Legolas who more resembles his mother. The two are very close in age, less than six years between them, and played together as children. Legolas’ status as Royal Heir prevented him from following Thangonnas into the army. Thangonnas is a serial womaniser who has worked his way through most of the female staff, causing no end of headaches for his parents. His most frequent complaint is he lacks a harem of his own. The response to this is usually if he finds a wife, he can have a harem. He states that this is too much work and promptly finds a maid to bed. He is very flirtatious and cheeky, and lacks the knowledge of when to stop. He has a scar down one side of his torso due to a bar fight this ignorance started. The story of this fight often changes, lately it has featured a Dwarf woman and a goat. No one dares ask how the goat is involved.

Feredir

The second son of Thranduil and Gwend. He is approximately twenty years younger than Thangonnas and is a Captain of the Guard in the same unit as his half-brother, Legolas. Feredir favours his mother more in his looks but his serious nature draws more comparisons to his father. He has not yet settled down, although he has engaged several elleths in courtship over the years. His brother has bedded every single one of them to date. Feredir is not impressed and actively tries to avoid Thangonnas.

Ceven

The youngest son of Thranduil and Gwend. He is only sixty years of age, although he appears to be about twelve. He looks to be another double of his father. He is very quiet, usually because he can’t get a word in edgeways around Thangonnas and has a fondness for playing string instruments. He is also quite sensitive and Thangonnas usually finds a way of upsetting the boy. He has a sharp-mind and very sharp hearing, even for an Elf. Thranduil sees him having a life in politics when he has reached adulthood.

Inariel A wild and spirited Silvan elf, she has dark chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She likes to play rough and win her heart’s desire in contests of strength, skill and prowess. She caught the King’s eye during an archery contest and it took him many months to catch her attention enough to woo her and have her become part of his harem. She enjoys challenging him mentally and physically, and joining him on the hunts he partakes in out in the forest. She is bisexual with a preference towards females, and they have one daughter.

Mirima

Mirima is the only daughter of Inariel and Thranduil. She is of similar age to Ceven, her half-brother. She too is very quiet and likes to play wind instruments. The two can often be found playing together and occasionally perform for their father’s honored guests. Whilst Ceven has the sharper mind and hearing, Mirima’s wit is razor-like. She is the only one known to have rendered Thangonnas silent.

Vinga Vinga is a Noldor elleth who travelled to the Woodland Realm from Rivendell as a student of cultures. She stands out due to her jet black hair and warm brown eyes. She became enamoured with the people and their King after a prolonged stay, and accepted his invitation to stay. She used the experience to become fluent in Quenya, Khuzdul and Westron as well as the various dialects used in Laketown and Dale. She is heterosexual but is willing to play along if the King asks to include another member of the harem. She has a whimsical personality and can often be found wandering outside in the gardens, watching the birds with her two daughters, often speaking in a language other than Sindarin.

Tuigalen

The elder daughter of Vinga and Thranduil. She has her mother’s dark hair but Thranduil’s blue eyes. She is developing into quite a beauty with a passion for gardening. She is seventy-five years of age and almost full grown. She detests her elder half-brother Thangonnas and often speaks of travelling to her mother’s native Rivendell once she is of age.

Areth

Areth is the younger daughter of Vinga and Thranduil. She is her mother’s double and carries her talent for languages. At only forty-five years old, she looks more like a human nine-year old and has a fondness for playing with dolls, creating elaborate personalities and stories with them. She adores Thangonnas and believes him to be the funniest member of her family.

Idhren

Idhren is an exquisite beauty of noble birth. She originally hails from Lothlorien but travelled to the Woodland Realm after her husband’s death. Her sorrowful beauty caught the King’s eye and he invited her to stay as part of his harem. She accepted but as of yet has not fully integrated herself into the harem, despite being part of it for the best part of thirty years. She is often found reading a wide variety of historical books. She is completely heterosexual, refusing to share the King with any other member of the harem. She has one son from her late husband. She and Thranduil have been trying for a child of their own with little success.

Sirveleg

Sirveleg is Idhren’s son by her late husband. He is a spoilt child of eighty years who refuses to socialise with the other children from the harem and often bullies the younger ones out of sight of their parents. He is terrified of Thangonnas and Feredir.

Finnel A quiet and romantic soul, like Dail, she too is Silvan with long red hair and bright green eyes. She met the King whilst visiting with her father, a lesser lord presiding over a small section of Mirkwood. Thranduil encountered her whilst she searched for a romantic novel in the library. He found her in the erotica section, reading a story about threesomes. Unsurprisingly, she became pregnant rather quickly after joining the harem. Whilst she can be mistaken for being quiet, she does in fact have a very passionate side and a taste for experimentation and flirtation when the mood takes her, and identifies as bisexual with no preference. She is also a talented seamstress, often designing clothes for the other members of the harem.

Lothiriel

The only child of Finnel and Thranduil. At twenty-six years, she looks to be about five but already greatly resembles her mother. Unlike her mother, she is loud and is already showing fine leadership qualities along with an inquisitive nature. Thranduil is unsure if this is a good thing. Sadly, as the youngest, she is the most frequent target of Sirveleg’s bullying ways, though she has discovered that sticking close to Feredir keeps him at bay. 

Mae Mae is a young Sindar Elf, full of youthful exuberance with an irresistible smile and a playful personality. She is the latest addition to the harem having been there only fifteen years. She has an amazing artistic talent for music and painting, often found humming a melody or with paint staining her arms. She is heterosexual, discovering quite soon that she did not enjoy bedding other females, although she did try. She is currently pregnant with her first child.

[jacobseedz]

Wrong - Thranduil x reader

requested by; @lucacangettathisass (sorry, luv, for making you wait for so long, but as i told you tumblr ruined everything ;_; hope you like it, i tried my best! *insert smiling face emoji*) 

summary; you’re quite younger than Thranduil, many say you only use him for his money, power and throne. 

sindarin in italics -> translated at the bottom

You were a quite young elleth, but mature in every other way. Your family was not royal, known or rich. Many people, elves, dwarves and other creatures only knew you from your work. Like making new robes, sewing, painting or even teaching elflings. 

 Once you were working on a new robe for Lord Elrond, when King Thranduil came into your chambers in Rivendell, saying he needed a new robe. It was the most awkward moment in your life, but definitely worth it as after some months of talking, drinking wine, you from friends became something much more. Of course your love blossomed so you decided to move into Mirkwood, staying within his Kingdom. It was an adventure to say the least. You, the lover of the King, nobody knew you, they give you questioning glances, but made way for their King nonetheless. You haven't stopped working, at times even helping Thranduils people. They all appreciated the extra help, and many grew fond of you. 

 On a special night, your anniversary, you asked to see his whole face.

 "No, Meleth, I do not want you to hate me." he said calmly, but his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. 

 The only thing he was afraid of after his wife's death is your leave. You'd have nightmares, you'd look at him like he was a disgusting orc. However, you loved him too much, so you whispered sweet nothings into his pointed ear, assuring him you wouldn't ever leave him. It was quite strange to see two tears drop into his knees, but he showed you what the dragon did. 

After he turned your way he gasped, not understanding why you were still there, with him. You just smiled and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

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Today was no other day like before. It was the meeting of the Kings. Thranduil was to arrive in Dale to discuss important stuff. The dwarf King, Thorin Oakenshield, survived the battle, giving Azog a brutal death. He took over the Lonely Mountain, many dwarves came back from far lands to their rightful home.

All three kings came to an agreement, that didn't mean they liked each other, but they did sometimes give each other good advice. Like a King to another King. Simple as that.

Thorin once saw you with Thranduil and instantly fell in love. He envied the Elven King for stealing your heart, though that haven't stopped him from trying to get you. 

"Thranduil, you must be careful, that she elf of yours must not be trusted." thorin warned, lowering his gaze to the other King that stilled.

"And do tell me, why is that?" he asked, walking again.

Thorin let out a quiet growl, not liking what he was about to say next.

"It's in her eyes, your throne, your power, your money. As you told me once, she came from a poor family, what do you expect then?" he breathed out, trying to sound genuine. 

Thranduil's brows furrowed, not knowing if he's lying or telling the truth. But why would he lie? Thranduil knew Thorin longer than you and every advice given to him was true, so maybe he is right... 

"Where is Bard, I don't have all day." he changed the subject, quite uncomfortable. 

The dwarf King knew he struck a spot, the Elf is considering his words. Oh how wonderful, Y/N will finally be his, that's all Thorin wanted. 

When Bard arrived, everything went back to normal. Thranduil traveled back to Mirkwood, where Legolas, his only son awaited him.

"Mae g'ovannen, Adar. I am glad to see you." Legolas smiled. 

Their father - son bond was renewed. Occasionally they trained together, went riding or got rid of the nasty creatures living in the woods. They both were happy, well, Legolas only disliked you, he'd like you to leave them alone. Only his mother was meant to be with Thranduil and no one else. 

So the only thing he could think of was lying about you, one would've thought Thorin agreed with Legolas on this, though they both hadn't planned destroying Thranduils relationship. The Prince bribed his fathers most trusted adviser and member of the council, to make the King banish Y/N from Mirkwood, forever. 

"Ah, Ionneg, how did your training go?" he asked casually, nodding to his people. 

"Very well, but there is one matter I would like to talk over." Legolas said, his cheerful tone changing to a cold one.

The Elven King had enough of talking, but seeing his son's gaze it must've been something serious. He eventually led Legolas to his chambers. 

Taking a deep breath, he started, "... you know, we all worry about you and want what's best. On the other hand we cannot do that with Y/N by your side," that got Thranduils attention, Legolas tried to contain his smirk.

"Landion saw her sitting on your throne, laughing ominously , like a witch that just seduced her victim. Y/N was talking about you, about taking your throne and kingdom. Ada, you can't let her." he pleaded, obviously that made Thranduil believe him.

His golden hair flew in the air, as he turned around. His icy blue eyes, piercing Legolas'. The Elf couldn't possibly think of you doing such thing. He saw the love, adoration in your eyes. Thranduil's hands trembled, his breathing hard. Closing his eyes he breathed out a 'ego', Legolas leaving right after. He was so lost.

Help me Valar...  

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Later that day you came to your shared chambers, finished with today's work you were ready to relax. Walking in the dark room the only light came from the balcony and fire. Although you heard Thranduil you didn't say anything, thinking he was asleep.

"Y/N." said a raspy voice.

Thranduil sat on the love seat, near the fireplace. He held a glass of Dorwinion wine, right from Rivendell. Elves couldn't easily get intoxicated, especially Thranduil, as if he was alcohol-proof.

Taking a step forward, you replied, "Yes, my love?". Putting a hand on his shoulder you felt him tense up. For the first time in your relationship, your touch hadn't soothed him, quite the opposite.

He scoffed, ".. My love, tell me what were you doing in MY throne room?" he emphasized 'my'. 

Confused and tired, that was all you felt.

"Thranduil, I have been at work all day, what are you talking about?" he scoffed yet again, not pushing your hand off of him. He just rejected you and you don't know how to feel about that.

"Stop acting dumb. Legolas told me about your little scene. I'm not that thick as you thought. Get out of here, you witch." he spat, throwing the glass of wine onto the wall.

You shrieked, frightened of his odd behavior. The glass shattered, wine spilled on the perfect Elf-designed floor. Thranduil stood, towering over you. His icy glare did not soften, even watching your tears stained face. It only made more furious. 

"EGO MILBO ORCH!" that struck a nerve.

Your hand made contact with his cheek, the sound echoing in the room. It was quiet for a moment, before he said, "Get out of my Kingdom and never come back, witch." 

With that you left, tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision. Taking nothing you ran as fast as you could, just to be behind those gates, in the fate of the evil creatures guarding the woods.

The trip to Rivendell took you at least four days, fortunately you were a skilled hunter, so with a pained expression you ate a small bunny, fox or bird. On your way out of Mirkwood you haven't crossed roads with those nasty, six legged demons, you doubted you'd survive.

Lord Elrond was your regular customer, only letting you make his robes. Hearing the sad news from you, broke his heart. Not only did he give you food, but a place to live. Oh, how grateful you were, nearly squishing him in the tight embrace.

"My dear child, do not fear, for you love shall win over the dark. It just takes time to realize that." he said softly, rubbing your back as you sobbed.

"Th..thank you, Lord Elrond, for all of this." you rubbed your eyes, giving a weak smile.

Moving away from you, he whispered something you could not hear. All day you snuggled under the covers, trying to forget Thranduil and what he said, although your heart was still beating for him and always will.

A knock woke you up, yawning you stretched. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to face none other than Thorin Oakenshield himself. That was confusing, what was the Dwarf-King doing at your door...

"Good evening, my lady. I hope I do not impose?" he quirked his brow, a small blush on his cheeks though the massive beard made it nearly impossible to see. 

"Your highness, of course not, but what brings you to my chambers?"

He chuckled, embarrassed. "It is a fine evening, how about a walk, if you don't mind?" Thorin avoided your gaze. Sighting you tangled your arms together and wandered off.

Walking along the forest, a small lake found its way into your view. Awing, you let go of Thorin. The lake perfectly reflected the whole moon tonight. It was breathtaking.

 "Y/N, I wanted to tell you something for a while..." Thorin said, playing with his fingers from all the nerves. 

Not turning your attention, he continued, "The first time I saw you, i thought 'what an angel, i want her,' but I've never got the chance to talk with you, as you'd stay by Thranduils side-"

 "First of all, King Thorin," she spat, narrowing her eyes, now looking at him. "I am not some object you can possess, I also have feelings, but unfortunately I do not reciprocate yours. My love for Thranduil is strong and everlasting. You are not the first and last to hear this." you huffed, running back to your chambers, leaving a crushed Thorin.

                                                 ********************

Thranduil paced back and forth, Legolas told him everything after seeing his father heartbroken for some time. He didn't want that for him, it was selfish of him. The adviser that was paid to insult Y/N was no longer wanted in Mirkwood.

The Elven King was red from the anger, however he felt sorry for Legolas, understanding him in a way. And oh how bad he feels for his outburst, for saying the worst thing to you. It broke his heart into million pieces. 

Now, riding on his giant Elk, with five guards  galloping on their mares beside him, they were headed to Rivendell, for their future Queen and Thraduils love. 

You were siting on a branch of the largest tree in Rivendell, though at first it was difficult now you felt more confident. Observing the world from atop, you saw something moving, when it got closer you saw who that was. 

Groaning you still watched, of course Thranduil wants to insult you again, but you doubt he'd make an effort to travel from Mirkwood to Rivendell just for you. That was ridiculous. 

The King disappeared from your view, your heart was hammering, you missed him so much it hurt. Then again he popped up, now nearing the tree you were on. 

Dismounting the giant Elk, he looked up at you, with a frown. 

“Meleth nin, please, come down!” he shouted, worried of you falling. 

When he heard nothing, but still seeing you sitting there, watching his every move with those big, beautiful eyes, he tried again. 

“Y/N, I’m terribly sorry! Gi melin, my stars, my moon, my whole world!” 

“Nin gwerianneg.” you responded, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You saw him holding his own tears. 

Choosing to climb down you slowly and carefully pick each step. At last, your bare feet touched the wet grass. You felt Thranduils arms around you, holding tightly and never letting go.

“Forgive me, Y/N. I listened others and not my heart, but now that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, travel with you to Valinor. I want you to be my Queen.” he finished, breathing in the scent of your hair. He let himself cry, even in the presence of his guards. 

“I love you too, Thranduil, so so much. Never doubt it.”

He smiled, “I will never.”

You became the Queen of Mirkwood, and a friend to Legolas. He wasn't jealous anymore, more happy for his fathers joy. The people adored you too. 

A year later a new elfling came to the world, that day did not go without a celebration. 

_________

Ionneg - son 

Ego - go

Gi melin - i love you

Nin gwerianneg - you betrayed me

Ego milbo orch - go kiss an orc

Mae g'ovannen, Adar - well met (basically ‘hello’), father

Meleth - love (as in ‘my love, darling’ etc)

Ada - dad, daddy (yikes the daddy word is nasty now)

OMG i hope its okay??

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[thatfairyfangirl]

Written In The Stars Chapter 16

A birth of Mandalay has never been something of elegance. It first came on Steluta as dizzy spells in the mid day, followed by loud wrenching sickness in the evening, forcing her in and away from the stars. Yet Legolas never left her side, helping her into the open sky long enough to keep her strength until the months swelled her belly. Though she wished to share the joyous news with her family far off she had no strength to send off her shade nor look into what was to come to see when they would be close again.

“You must think of me no better than your frail elf maids.” She remarked one night as Legolas wrapped an arm around her, supporting most of her weight as he lead her through the trees deep in the night to drink in the much needed starlight.

“No Ninmirel,” he answered with a smile, “you are far more enchanting.”

She smiled lightly as the light of the stars warmed her soul and brightened her eyes. “Even like this?”

Legolas's hand came to rest on her large belly, his smile growing as he felt the life move inside. He could swear it felt as if the child was dancing in the starlight like she used to. “Especially like this.” He gazed deep into her eyes. “You are making life. There is nothing in this world I find more beautiful than my wife and the child she is making for me.”

As they stood watching the stars travel over the sky a faint image of her brother's shade came before them. “My dear sister. You have been so quiet these past few months. Have you forgotten the road already?” He asked in their native language, which she had been teaching Legolas as of late.

The light in her eyes grew to shine like the sun as she looked upon the image of her brother. “My dear moon!” She cried out wishing nothing more than to hug him. “Never!”

“She has been weak as of late.” Legolas answered his friend in the Mandalay tongue. “We have chosen to stay in the wood while she is with child.”

Danior's eyes grew wide at the news delivered from the elf in the words of his own people. In all his lifetime he had only seen one birth, his sister. “I will spread the word there shall be a gathering.”

A gathering of Mandalay is rare, only for great events. And the birth of the princess's child was the greatest. In the months that followed the forest road filled with caravan wagons of all shapes and sizes until the road was full, and more still circled in Mirkwood's borders until all the forest was lined by painted wood and the songs and dancing of all the people of the road in celebration. The royal caravan, however, sat deep within the heart of the woods the night she screamed out in unbearable pain, gripping the hand of her beloved husband so tight he thought she might break it as she brought into the world the first of a new race, half Elf, half Mandalay. The wood seemed to explode into jubilation as the daughter of wood and road took her first breaths and the new mother drew her close to her breast.

The following September

“So, what is it like up there?” Legolas asked curiously as his hair danced in the northern wind. Though it was only the beginning of September the air already held a chill to it that didn't seem to bother him, but did prompt her to cover up herself and their small babe.

“Cold mostly… there are parts where it is only safe to travel in the summer. Barren and snow covered...the occasional Dragon.” She answered almost absentmindedly as she entered a toy shop.

“So why do you go up there?” He asked scanning the homes before following her, recalling the destruction Smaug brought to Lake Town and having heard of the terror he brought on Dale before that...few things scared him...Dragons were definitely on that short list.

“There are people up there...they actually hold my people in very high regard. They can't grow much for themselves so we fill wagons of fruits and vegetables and trade them for dried dragon blood which make up a small part of the black powder we used at Helms Deep.” She explained as she found a silver bell like rattle that seemed to light up her daughter's face. “Excuse me, how much for this?” She asked the shopkeep who had been eyeing her since they walked in.

“No amount of money you would have.” He answered plucking the toy from her fingers bringing a cry from the newborn. She looked to him sternly before turning to bounce and soothe her beloved daughter on her way out the door to keep from disturbing other patrons. “Ugh gypsies.” He muttered to the elf, recognizing him as Thranduil's son, sure he would understand his frustration with the people. “ Last spring they seemed to be dealing in weapons. Taking advantage of the war no doubt. You wouldn't believe the amount of arrows they left town with.”

Legolas's lips pursed angrily as he nodded looking from his wife and child out the window then back to the shop keep with an offended grin. “That's my wife.” He informed the man. His mouth hung open as he realized the grievous mistake he had just made. “And daughter.” He added as his slender fingers plucked the rattle from his, dropping what he deemed was enough coin for it before moving to his beloved wife and daughter, smile growing as an arm wrapped around the two, other hand jingling the bell of the rattle to bring a smile back to his daughter's lips.

“Oh now lad you musn't hover so.” Gimli teased as he approached the family.

Legolas looked up to their old friend with a growing grin. “I can see why you would think that. A face as ugly as yours might scare her.” Legolas teased back before he left his family's side to greet his companion.

“I will trust my invite was lost by your messengers lady star.” The dwarf added looking up to the princess sternly.

“Oh Gimli I'm sorry. Weddings for my people are a personal affair… not even my brother was in attending.” She explained. “But it is good to see you my friend. My heart sings that we will be journeying together again.”

“As does mine Lady Star.” He bellowed gleefully, bringing a joyous laughter from the baby. “Riding in your wagon sounds much more comfortable than sprinting over the land.”

“I think she likes you.” Steluta chuckled as she turned the child to show her to their old friend. Her skin was a shade lighter than her mother's with a hint of chocolate hair and crystal blue eye that shone like the stars, and just a hint of elven tip to her ears. “Lothel, this is your uncle Gimli.”

“Ahh what a lucky lass to take after her mother.” Gimli jested pulling a laugh from them all. “How long until we are off then? It will do my heart some good to see those rascally hobbits once more.”

“My brother's shade came to me last night, the road has been a smooth one, the caravan should be along shortly.” She answered as she wrapped the child up tightly to shield her from the wind.

“Oh are the lot of them coming as well?” Gimli asked curiously as he watched the once wild spirit take to motherhood like a fish to water.

Steluta nodded. “Now that Lothel is born we will be taking some time with the caravan.” Legolas explained as he gently took his little gem from her mother, hearing the voices of her people singing merrily as they made their way South into the town, freeing her hands to greet her family. “It is time I learned more of my daughter's culture.”

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[theepolynesian]

To Be Loved

Summary: You don’t think your mother loves you.

Pairings: Dis x Daughter!Reader; Durin Family Feels

Words: 1,617

Author’s Note: It was going to be day 7 Of 15 Days Of Dwalin But then Dis came into the picture and suddenly, I wanted angst. Now I have to come up with another Day 7.

“How’s my two favorite women doing?”

You immediately stop your talking as Kili joins you and Tauriel. It’s not that you were hiding something from him. You just didn’t want him to know because knowing your twin brother, he’d tease you relentlessly.

“This is girl talk so leave us be,” you reply and Kili snorts.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving too then?”

You snatch an apple from the basket, nailing him in his head.

“Really?” You hear someone ask in a disapproving tone and you already know it’s your Amad. She always seemed to catch walk in whenever you were doing something stupid. It’s like she had this sixth sense.

“He started it Amad! He called me a man!” You say, pointing a finger at Kili accusingly. “I didn’t nail you with an apple,” Kili snaps back, rubbing the forming bruise on his forehead.

“You’re both 80 and still act like children. You are a lady, y/n. I taught you better than this,” Dis replies before walking off, royal blue dress flowing behind her.

You turn back to your plate, frowning slightly. It always stung when she scolded you. Especially because, most of the time, it was only you. You, Fili and Kili usually did stupid stuff together but you were the only one that got scoldings from her. If your uncle caught you, you all would get equal punishment. You sometimes entertained the idea that she did not love you as much as she loved Fili and Kili.

“Y/n?”

You shake your head and stand.

“Excuse me,” you mutter, feeling Kili and Tauriel’s eyes follow you as you make for the door.

-

You immediately make your way to the training room. That’s where you always went whenever you needed to let your emotions.

When you get there, you let out a small smile as you see your uncle there with Dwalin. It had been five years since he became king but Thorin always made sure to put aside time for members of the company.

“Y/n,” Thorin says, stopping his movement to give you a look, “will you be joining us today?”

“I was going to train by myself but I think I would like to watch if that’s alright?” You as and both dwarves nod before going back to sparring.

You take a seat at an empty bench, watching your uncle and your cousin as they sparred. They were both so in-tune with each other’s movements. It was like they were soulmates. You’ve never seen a dwarf move so gracefully before.

“You move like elves,” you announce and Dwalin lets out a hiss as Thorin slices him with his sword, your words catching both of them off guard.

“What?” Thorin growls and you know you were walking on thin ice but you didn’t care; you needed a laugh.

“You both move like elves,” you repeat.

Thorin and Dwalin exchange a look before they both pounce on you, hands roaming your sides and you roar in laughter eyes watering at the feeling. When they finally let up, you immediately wipe your tears away, taking their offered hands.

“You still fight like elves,” you say, letting out another chuckle.

Thorin and Dwalin just shake their heads.

“Definitely got Dis’ spunk that’s for sure,” Dwalin says and almost immediately, your mirth is gone.

You frown, taking a seat on the bench.

Thorin and Dwalin exchange a look and Thorin nods towards the door, confirming that their sparring session was now over and that he wanted alone time with you. Besides, Dwalin had to go get that cut checked out anyway. When Dwalin leaves, Thorin takes a seat next to you.

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

You look at him, a lie on the tip of your tongue, but when you look at him, a face that looks so much like your mother’s, you break.

“Does Amad really love me?” You ask, your heart constricting as tears start to gather in your eyes.

“Of course she does. What makes you think that she doesn’t?”

“Well, you know Fili, Kili, and I do a lot of a stupid shit together,” that earns a snort, “but every time we get caught, amad always singles me out. Every single time. You’re different because you scold all of us but amad only picks on my flaws and I just don’t understand why she does it.”

The excuse was always that you were a lady and should behave as such, but Fili and Kili were princes, heirs to the throne, and they not once got that lecture. Only you.

“She loves you. Your mother is only doing what she thinks is best little one,” Thorin says, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“That’s what everyone says. Every person that I went to gave me the same exact answer and I thought that I would get a different answer from you. I suppose I should’ve known,” you mumble darkly and Thorin sighs.

“I will speak to your mother, but for now I’ve got an errand for you to run. I know just how much you enjoy seeing that bargeman,” Thorin says with a smirk and you blush.

Why is it that Thorin always knew everything?

-

“Enter.”

Thorin enters his sisters chambers. When he spoke to his niece, he was not expecting that, of all things. He thought that maybe she had boy troubles (which was true but Thorin didn’t know that) not that she was having troubles with his sister. It seems like y/n had been holding it in for years and he wished that he had seen it. He would’ve helped her out sooner.

“Y/n spoke to me,” Thorin says, taking a seat in front of the fireplace.

“Did she?” Dis asks, not looking up from her paperwork.

“She did. She seems to think that you do not love her.”

That causes Dis to snap her quill in half.

“She what?”

“She doesn’t think that you love her. It seems that you always berate her when she, Kili, and Fili do something wrong but never them.”

“She is a lady-.”

“And they are heirs to the throne,” Thorin interrupts, glaring at his sister, “she does not deserve this treatment any longer Dis. I can’t even come to a conclusion as to why you would treat her as such.”

“Because her brothers work hard and she does not-.”

“If you got your head out of your ass for a bit, you would realize that she does work hard. She works just as hard as Fili and Kili. She was the one who fixed relations with Mirkwood and Dale. She was the one who united all seven of the dwarf kingdoms. She is the one that is working as if she is the next in line to the throne. She works her ass off but of course you wouldn’t know. You are pushing her away, Dis and if you keep this up, she is going to be gone before you know it.”

Dis is saved from responding by Dwalin bursting through the doors.

“Dis! Thorin! It’s y/n,” Dwalin says solemnly and Dis’ heart catches in her throat.

-

“They were ambushed just outside of the city gates,” Dwalin explains as they make their way to the healer’s wing, “it was just Tauriel and Y/n. No guards. She dismissed them. Tauriel got out safely but y/n was struck by an arrow in her chest.”

Dis’ footsteps quicken, trying to get to her baby girl as soon as possible, regret already hanging low in her chest. No matter how indifferently she treated you, she still loved you with every fiber of her being.

They burst into the healer’s wing only to come to immediate halt. You were sitting up, dressed in just your undershirt laughing at Fili and Kili who were currently wrestling on the ground. Tauriel was seated next to you and Dis could see the wrap under your tunic.

Dis narrows her eyes and turns to glare at Dwalin but he and her brother were gone. Those sneaky little shits.

“Amad?” She hears and she turns to find that Fili and Kili had stopped wrestling and you were all staring at her.

“Are you alright?” Dis asks as she steps closer to your bed.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a little nick to the shoulder,” you say, smiling brightly and Dis has to force herself to keep her tears at bay.

Even when you’re in pain, you still somehow managed to smile and she was the one that tried to bring it down.

“Could I have a moment please?” Dis asks, looking around and Fili, Tauriel, Kili And Oin take that as a sign to leave.

When they’re all out, Dis turns to you.

“I’m sorry. For treating you the way I have,” Dis says.

“It’s okay, Amad.”

“Bless your soul, y/n. It honestly isn’t. I was being selfish and cruel for no reason and I am a terrible mother,” Dis admits and you clasp her hands in yours.

“You aren’t a terrible mother. Look at you. You raised three children without their father and they were the three most naughty children in Middle Earth. That counts for something,” you tell her and she gives you smile.

She honestly did not know where your kind heart came from.

“It came from you,” you say, knowing that she probably didn’t mean to say that out loud, “we may have our differences but deep down I know that you do care for us even though I did doubt it for a bit.”

Dis clasps your hand in hers.

“I promise you. You will never have to doubt it ever again.”

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[sunigyrl]

Anqualë: Travel to Another Time

Series Summary: The Queen of Mirkwood was lost to her kingdom almost two centuries ago after a battle with orc marauders. King Thranduil and Prince Legolas have worked to move on, but the past still shrouds their lives. Try as they might, the agony of loss still dogs their steps. Yet things are not always what they seem...

Series Pairings: Thranduil x Wife!OFC, Legolas x Mother!OFC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2007

A/N: Here’s chapter 3 kids. Originally this was going to be longer but it felt right to split it into two chapters so everything didn’t seem rushed. This chapter we’re actually leaving Angmar and taking a trip to Mirkwood and spending some time with Legolas. Elrond is also here, and Thranduil makes a brief appearance. We’ll be in Mirkwood for one more chapter before going back to our girl.

Elvish Words Ellon/Elleth- male elf/female elf Adar- father Naneth- mother Muindor- dear brother (not necessarily by blood) Súyon- nephew Tôrana- uncle

Part 2 | Part 4

“Ah, Legolas, it is good to see you young one. How was training this morning?”, Elrond asked as he approached the younger ellon in greeting.

“It is good to see you as well Lord Elrond”, Legolas said with a slight bow and a smile at the nickname Elrond had given him long ago. “Training was well. The young recruits seem to be coming along. They should be ready to join the established ranks soon. I am on my way to bring the daily update to the king.”

“No need for formalities Legolas. Especially in one’s own home amongst one’s friends; one’s family. I believe your adar is in the private garden at the moment. The council meeting was quite tense this morning and he appeared distracted. Come, I will accompany you there”, Elrond said with a small grin as he gave a swift pat to Legolas’ arm before falling in step with him.

“Forgive me. It is so long between our visits that I forget that formalities are not needed between us away from court”, Legolas said with another small smile. Even as a small child he adored visits from Elrond, as it afforded him a chance to spend time with the wise ellon who was very much like family. Always an inquisitive child, Legolas enjoyed the opportunity to question his “uncle” Elrond on different matters of the world and the race of Men. It was no secret that Legolas wanted to venture into the world when he came of age. Ever his mother’s son, he was desired to learn as much about Middle Earth as he could firsthand. Being too young to go off and explore, speaking with Elrond was the next best thing.

“It has been too long since we were last with one another. At times I find I must recall to mind that you were like a muindor to my naneth”, Legolas said thoughtfully. A small frown now appearing on his face as the mention of his mother. The frown not lost on Elrond.

“Do not worry súyon, at times we all forget such things. It has been almost a century since we last spent time as we are now. As long as you have not forgotten your naneth and the love she had for you; that is what matters most”.

The men continued to walk in silence for several moments, lost in their own thoughts of days long ago.

Breaking the silence Legolas looked to Elrond and uttered, “Tôrana, may I tell you something private?”

Taking a moment to glance at Legolas with a softened expression in response to the ellon’s tone, Elrond gave a curt nod of affirmation for him to continue.

“I have few memories of her that I can recall”, Legolas said barely above a whisper. “The older I become, the further she seems from me. When I was still small I could go to her study or sit in the garden and the memories would flood my mind. Yet with each passing year that has ceased to remain. I can still hear her laugh and at times I can smell the fragrance she wore on the air, but the rest is becoming less vivid outside of the occasional dream. She is slowly slipping from me and I do not know how to stop it.”

It was not very often that Legolas spoke of his mother as he had always been quite private with his thoughts. A trait he had received from his father. If Legolas was openly speaking of her now to Elrond, something must be troubling him. The older ellon casting a sidelong glance at the younger next to him, Elrond saw that Legolas’ posture had changed to match the solemn tone in his voice. The usually proud elf seemed to have folded in on himself so that he appeared shorter. Shoulders slumped forward, head hanging low, eyes cast toward the ground as his steps became slower.

Elrond knew that the loss of Arahaelil had been especially difficult for Legolas, as he was still quite young at the time of her lose. It was never easy to lose someone that you loved; even more so one’s own mother. Young Legolas was especially distraught when he first learned that his mother was gone. They had been on a ride deep in the forest after finishing their daily archery lesson. Legolas had been eager to ride the new horse he had received as a present only days before during his begetting day celebration. After much pleading, Arahaelil conceded and had their remaining schedules cleared so they could go for a leisurely ride. While on their outing the pair, along with Legolas’ steward and their two royal guards, were surprised by a band of orcs. Ever the mother and warrior, Arahaelil joined the guards in battle to hold off the orcs so the steward could escape with her son back to the castle to raise the alarm. A contingent of soldiers was dispatched quickly to help their queen.  It was later that evening that the news came:  the bodies of the guards had been found amongst a dozen and a half dead orcs. Yet there had was no sign of the queen. Believing her to be captured and not dead, Thranduil mounted an offensive and followed the trail all the way to Gundabad in hopes of rescuing his queen. But it would be to no avail. Upon arrival at the dead fortress, the troop found signs that a struggle had taken place as orc bodies littered the courtyard. From the arrows that littered the bodies and the wounds obviously made by an elvish blade, Thranduil knew that this was her work. He nervously began to hope that she was somewhere nearby as he searched for her. Until he came upon something that stopped him in his tracks and made his blood run cold.

Amongst the bodies Thranduil spotted Arahaelil’s cloak and marriage band trampled into the ground. The items were soiled with so much elvish-looking blood that there was no way she could have survived the injuries he imagined she sustained. Clearly distraught and broken, Thranduil hurriedly gathered up Arahaelil’s sullied belongings and rushed back to his palace in Mirkwood. He swiftly had the borders of the forest closed, sealed them with an enchantment and forbid any visitors for a time. Upon reaching the palace he ordered Legolas’ room moved next to his before withdrawing to his chambers for an entire month. Thranduil refused to leave his chambers or entertain any visitors except his son. Legolas was the only one to see his father in such a state. Many had been afraid that Thranduil would begin to fade. Yet Thranduil refused to let himself succumb to the searing pain he felt at the loss of his soul’s other half. He had to be strong and remain for their son.

For many days father and young son simply sat and held each other as Thranduil tried to whisper encouragements to Legolas and convince the boy that he was not to blame for his mother disappearing. Thranduil focused on calming his son in this fragile state. He would share stories with Legolas about Arahaelil and how much she loved her son, and after a few weeks, the boy seemed to finally calm. It was only in a few quiet moments late at night that Thranduil would attend to his own grief. Though nowhere near enough to fully sate it, those moments were enough to prevent Thranduil from fading.

At the end of his self appointed exile to mourn, Thranduil emerged from his chambers a different man. Colder, less vibrant, and more stern and aloof than before. The very air about him was tainted with the grief of his loss so that his aura was frigid enough to chill the room. Any item that held a memory of the queen was moved to a separate wing that could only be accessed by Thranduil, and he forbid the entire kingdom from speaking of her. The only remaining visual memory of the lost queen was an onyx and marble statue of her likeness Thranduil commissioned and had placed in her favorite garden that was only accessible to a select few.

Elrond understood why Thranduil had become so withdrawn based on his own experiences with losing his wife. Arahaelil was not only Thranduil’s wife and the mother of his son, she was his soulmate; his other half. The institution of marriage for elves was different than it was for the other races. For elves, marriage was a complete bonding of two souls into one. During the joining that followed the exchanging of vows, the ellon and elleth became one body, one heart and one soul pledged together for eternity. This was a bond that not even death could break. It was common knowledge that a joined paired separated by a tragic event could, and almost certainly would, lead to the death of both partners in a short period of time via fading. It was no small miracle that Thranduil was still alive given the depth of the soul bond that he and Arahaelil shared. Elrond long suspected that it was the presence of Legolas that had allowed Thranduil to survive. Though he sensed there was something else present that he could no ascertain. Once or twice in the past Thranduil mentioned that he would dream of Arahaelil as if she were there with him. Elrond had experienced a similar event on a handful of occasions after the loss of is own wife, yet not at the frequency that Thranduil mentioned. Though he could not comprehend how or why it occurred so frequently, Elrond knew that the dreams along with the other steps Thranduil had taken were what kept him alive. However, those same measures that prevented Thranduil from fading had also deprived Legolas of fostered memories of his mother.

Placing a hand on the younger ellon’s shoulder, Elrond gave it a slight squeeze to gain Legolas’ attention and draw him out of his brooding. “I know that it may seem that every day you remember her less and less, but that is not entirely true. It is the pain you still feel from her loss that blocks the memories that you have. It is the mind’s way of helping you cope with her loss without feeling the full devastation at once. You still blame yourself for what happened, and your mind is trying to protect you from memories that you are afraid to relive. The memories are still there, of this I am sure. You will remember her again, once you fully realize that her disappearance was not of your doing”, Elrond spoke surely as he stood face to face with Legolas. The pair no standing just before the entrance to the garden.

“My mind knows that the blame is not my own, yet it is my heart that still bears the weight. The grief has grown through the years and I do not know how to stop it”, Legolas breathed out in a slight plea as his eyes searched Elrond’s. So it was absolution the younger ellon was searching for. Only one person could give this to him.

“Talk to him”, Elrond whispered as he placed his hands on Legolas’ shoulders to provide steadiness and strength as he tilted his head in Thranduil’s direction. The king standing fifty yards from them planted in front of the statue of the lost queen. His eyes seemingly locked on the stone face as its countenance stared off into the distance. “Talk to him and find the peace that your heart requires”.

With a firm pat to his shoulders, Legolas took a deep breath and composed himself. Giving a swift nod of understanding and appreciation to Elrond, he turned and slowly made his way to his father. Watching the son finally stand beside his father in reverence of the lost queen, Elrond turned and left to give the duo some much needed privacy for the long overdue discussion ahead.

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Little Warrior;; Any thread set in Tauriel’s childhood.

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Before the Storm (Pre-Hobbit);; Set before the events of the Hobbit, where Tauriel is immersed in her duties in Mirkwood as the Captain of the Guard. Can also be set before she was Captain, depending on the thread.

Deserter of the Guard (Pre-Hobbit);; (NEW!) At some point during the growing spider infestations, Tauriel feels caged, watching all that was once good about the forest fade around her. She wants to see the world, look upon the vast expanse of sky and horizon, with nothing in her way. So, after months of standing at the edge of the forest, wanting and wishing, she leaves.  

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Main (The Hobbit);; Takes place during or shortly after the events depicted in The Hobbit movies. May be some AUs mixed in (i.e. everyone lives AU)

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Wanderer of the Wilds (LOTR);; Tauriel has left Mirkwood after being treated badly by her kin due to her actions during the Battle of the Five Armies. She wanders Middle Earth, hunting orcs and the like to satisfy her thirst for revenge and lessen the pain she holds in her heart. This pain has made her more hardened and less willing to form close friendships.

Warrior of Mirkwood (Alt. LOTR);; Tauriel stayed in Mirkwood after the Battle of the Five armies, no longer Captain of the guard, but a warrior still. Through the years, she works her way back up in the ranks after most of her kin trust her again. She has changed, though: after the battle, she became more hard-hearted and less willing to form close friendships.

A New Home (Alt. LOTR);; (NEW!) Tauriel left Mirkwood not long after the events of the Battle of the Five Armies, after becoming disillusioned with Thranduil and his isolationist ways. It no longer felt like home to her, and she wanted to see more of the world, more of her kin. She traveled some, then arrived at Rivendell, where she decided to stay for some time. Would this be her new home?

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Captain of Paperwork (Modern!Verse);; Tara is secretary to the head of a big wine company known for it’s quality, though it has had quite the few scandals lately. Her hours are very long and grueling, and her boss is known to work her hard. With so little time to herself, she has few friends other than those at her workplace. She feels trapped, like she may always be behind a desk and never travel or meet someone.

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Darkness I Became (Dark!Tauriel);; A darkness has worked its way into Tauriel’s mind, making her manipulative and power-hungry. She holds grudges and sees vengeance as her main priority.

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Another Life Beyond;; (NEW!)

[[Crossover AU ]]

Tauriel has found herself in a world that is not her own. Will she be able to return to the realm she has always called home or will she start anew in this unfamiliar land?

( Note: This verse will also be tagged with another verse that reflects where Tauriel is in her life. For example, if she finds herself somewhere before the events of The Hobbit, the thread will also be tagged as the “before the storm” verse. )

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Stranger Than Mirkwood;; (NEW!)

[[Stranger Things AU]]

Tamara was widowed at 28 when her husband Keith died while away at war, leaving her alone with her then 2-year-old daughter, Joan. She raised her alone, working hard as a waitress in Indianapolis while spending as much time with her daughter as she could. There was some help from Tamara’s adopted family, but she refused to take too much money from them, wanting to earn her own living and feel independent.

By the time Joan was 13, the city had tired both of them out. Tamara was stressed by the sheer number of customers she had to deal with and Joan had nowhere to play outside, and there were few children her age. She would often find her cooped up in her room, nose in a book.

It was because of this that Tamara decided that they both needed a new start. They moved to Hawkins, a small town that seemed like the perfect getaway from the city. It had plenty of space for Joan to play, and a number of children she could make friends with.

They would be safe and cozy there, or so Tamara thought.

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Home Sweet Home;; (NEW!)

[[ IT AU ]]

[ TW: ptsd, pregnancy, death ]

Tara Sullivan moved to Derry as a young child to live with her grandparents after her parents died during a home invasion. They thought it would be best for her, to live in a smaller town with other children her age. To them, the disappearances of 1988 and 1989 weren't cause for concern— Tara was responsible, and always came home before curfew.

She was quiet in school, a good student. There were a few people she talked to, but she really didn't have many friends outside of the classroom. The bullies teased her about her grandparents, occasionally slapped books from her hands and laughed, but nothing severe. Their sights were elsewhere.

During the summer of 1989, Tara had what her grandparents said were "night terrors". Vivid hallucinations dreams of the night her parents died, along with dreams of large spiders invading her room. They stopped suddenly later that summer. Her grandparents, and later, her as well, pushed them off as a reaction to the trauma she experienced from losing her parents. They shrugged off the idea of any kind of therapy, thinking it to be a show of weakness. Tara still suffers from anxiety and PTSD because of this.

Tara never left Derry. She grew up, spending most of her days in the public library, learning from books. When her grandparents eventually passed, she inherited their house, getting a part time job at the library to help maintain it. The money wasn't enough, however, so she took a job at the bar as well.

At age 28, she met Keith, whom she quickly fell in love with. They had a whirlwind romance, wonderful but fleeting. Six months in, Tara was newly pregnant and Keith died in a violent bar fight while she was at her library shift. Most of the town sneered at her for being an unmarried single mother, but Tara ignored them and clung to her precious daughter, Joan.

27 years later, strange things start happening again. Joan is 13 when some of her classmates start disappearing, and Tara feels as if she's young again, scared, trapped in her room with the night terrors.

She still splits her time between the library and the bar, often getting in trouble for leaving early to walk her daughter home. Part of her wonders if she should take Joan and leave Derry, but it's always been home.

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Sea of Starlight;; (NEW!)

[[Pirates of the Caribbean AU. Note: This could also just be a normal Pirate AU if needed!]]

Tauriel was born the daughter of merchants. She had a relatively happy childhood, traveling through the countryside with her parents. When she was about nine, they were killed by highwaymen, their goods stolen. Tauriel barely survived. She was found by other merchants passing through, who rode her to the nearest village.

An orphan with no where to turn, she took to thieving to survive. One day, the royal navy came through the village on their way to the shore. It was the day Tauriel took to large a risk pick-pocketing and got caught by one of the soldiers. Their Captain, Thranduil, took pity on her, and decided to take her with him to the coast, where his son, Legolas, awaited. Tauriel has known family again since.

When Legolas was old enough to begin training to follow in his father’s footsteps, Tauriel trained beside him. They trained daily, and grew to match each other in skill and strength with a blade. Years later, they both joined the royal navy with Thranduil’s blessing. Tauriel now sails the seas, Captain of the Starlight under her adopted father’s armada. She has little love for pirates, as she grew up hearing Thranduil talk of the awful things they had done. Something about them also reminds her of the highwaymen that robbed her of her happiness long ago.

But some days she misses the thrill of thievery, and part of her wishes to be free of the boundaries set by her duties…

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Blood and Fire;;

[[Vikings AU. Note: I created this AU back in 2015 when I was still watching the show and I kind of fell out of it. I would be willing to rp in this verse, but I might not know everything I need to.]]  

Tauriel is a budding shield-maiden of Hedeby. Her father was a warrior, her mother a shield-maiden— they both died in battle when she was young, leaving her to be raised by a few women there. She was always insisting on learning the ways of the battlefield, wishing to become like her mother. Battle had always interested her, and gave her a sense of belonging and adventure.

As she grew, she became better at combat, learning what she could from those who were willing to teach her. She took especially well to the bow, and uses it as her main weapon, though when in close combat, she uses two small axes. At the arrival of Lagertha in Hedeby, Tauriel is excited to meet her and learn from her, and is disappointed when she cannot speak to her at length, since Earl Sigvard keeps her so close. After his death, and Lagertha’s rise to Earl, she undertakes training, along with the other shield-maidens of Hedeby, with her whenever she can. She looks up to Lagertha, wishing to be as great as her in battle someday. Tauriel is headstrong, fierce in battle, but she is also very compassionate, and aware of other’s needs.

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Written In The Stars Chapter 10

Legolas’s eyes widened as he watched his heart's desire step from the caravan in a dress barely there. He had spent so long fighting by her side, seeing her covered in dirt and blood he nearly forgot under all that grit and leather armor there was the woman who loved the stars. As he found his breath he stepped closer, finding how the star and firelight danced in the darkness of her eyes to be the most perfect sight he’s seen in a thousand years. She smiled almost timidly as she looked up to the elf...her elf, giving him a little spin to show off for him. Tonight was the night, he was finally ready to tell her how he felt. His lips opened to grab her attention when he was suddenly cut off by someone calling out in her native tongue, one he never had chance to learn. “Sora! Steaua mea frumoasa!” (Sister! My beautiful star!l) He turned to find one of the men in the camp with long dark hair a stubble beard and dark wild eyes. He watched as all of his princess lit up with joy as she ran from her wagon into his arms.

“Danior!” She replied as he lifted her, the brightness on his face matching hers as he spun her around kissing her cheek lightly. Legolas’s eyes closed as he felt the wind leave his body, never before had he seen such love and devotion than in the way Danior and Steluta held each other. The mass of Song Masters began lighting celebratory bonfires, the light of which catching the golden moon shaped crown atop his head as he reached into a bag, pulling out a silver and crystal star. With a smile so golden and pure she lowered herself so that he could place the symbol of royalty back on her brow where it belonged. And how she missed the fine bitter chill of the metal against her skin, finally after so long she felt like the princess she was once more, even if it might only be for a night...such a trinket had no business on such a quest and she had the sense enough to know it.  Shattered Legolas moved listlessly inside to see what his other friends were up to, where he soon found Gimli readying for a drinking game.

“I don’t think I like how that tree dwelling knife ear was looking at you little sister.” Danior growled as he set his sister down, brushing her hair back lightly.

“Stop Danior...he’s not like the others...he’s my friend.” She smiled as she took her brother’s hand, “Legolas,” She called out as she spun to find that her elf had gone, her smile fading at his absence.

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The sound of drums and happy cheers just outside the hall caught Legolas's ears as he set down the mug. He curled his fingers looking down to them, intrigued by the tingle in them the drink provided until the night air brushed over his skin. He looked up to the caravan wagons around a fire,. Women danced around the fire barely clothed as the men played. Off just at the edge of the fire’s light he could see jugglers and tumblers practicing their craft, it looked more like a carnival show than a victory celebration to him. Legolas’s arms folded over his chest as he watched, finding a passionate grace in the movements all the performers held as a soft smile crept over his lips as he listened to the energetic song they played as many of the Rohan men wandered outside to watch the celebration of the wandering people, called to the fire's glow by the sound of a woman's voice surrounded by revelry. He soon found himself following in the crowd, drawn into the music, entranced by the dancing. The smile faded, however, when he spotted Danior among the men beating drums as he watched Stuluta turn, seeing her face past the flame...well then… this was not something he was prepared for...he knew she was gifted with a flute...he didn’t expect her to know how to dance as well.

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“Mandalay! Mandalay!” The road people cried, signalling all the dancers but the princess to disperse as Legolas’s ears twitched with curiosity at the familiar word. His thoughts raced back to the day on the river once more. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for answers until he found one of the older dancers.

“Excuse me?” He asked politely as he reached out to tap the sunkissed golden haired queen, very unaware of who she was. “What is Mandalay?” the elf asked with an ever growing curiousness in his voice.

She looked to the elf, surprised the Mirkwood prince was so different in temperament from his father. She remembered a time when the king turned her people away and now here was his son asking to learn about them. “Mandalay is our promised land. Where one day the road will end. But what they call for now is a song and dance sacred to our people, and one of our favorite ways to celebrate victory. Tradition states when the royal family is present only they may perform it as they are the ones who lead the search.” She answered before coming forward. As she stepped into the light of the flame Legolas could see just how similar she looked to the princess, obviously her mother. “Mandalay!” She answered the crowd. He watched Steluta smile as she positioned herself, her eyes falling on the fair skin of the elf glowing in the embers of the flame like a fallen star walking among them. He could almost swear she was smiling at him.

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His eyes softened as he watched her move, feeling his heart tug at itself as he watched her grace mix with her pride into something more lovely than anything he’d seen in all his years. His eyes wandered over every inch of the princess as she moved around the flame, her body twisting  and turning in ways he didn’t think could happen. Everything about it was so different from the elves, filled with passion and feeling but still just as graceful as anything from his people could ever hope to be. Eyes fixed on each other but gazes never meeting for fear of the other.  “Vanimelda…” he muttered under his breath, hoping it would never end before the strong hand of Aragorn came to clamp down on his shoulders.

“Vanimelda? Surely you can not be speaking of Steluta.” He teased. “Never did I think I’d see the day you call her beautiful.” Her smile grew soft, heart skipped a beat as she heard him speak. Deep in the back of her mind she began to think on the premonition that was thrust on her at the beginning of this quest as she took her bow. “Now where will I be without your bickering?” He added with a chuckle, patting his friend’s shoulder lightly.

“What?” She watched the two as Legolas’s eyes grew wide, addressing his mortal friend. “No...The song...the dance…” Legolas shook his head sputtering out a laugh to mask his growing admiration , shielding his elvish pride from the possible sting of rejection in her harsh words. For though he found them endeering they still showed him just how unlikely his feelings being reciprocated would ever be… especially now that he's seen  her with that man she seemed to care so much for. How could he admit it now? “Not Steluta herself…” He laughed again as she looked up to him, her eyes hardening as his words stung deep.  “Could you imagine,” He laughed as she stood upright, hee arms folding over her chest heaving in anger, “Elf and Mandalay could never work. Where would we call home?”

“You pointy eared string pullers are the same! Just because we have no castle walls my blood isn’t royal enough for you?” Her eyes glowed with a fiery anger, more at herself for thinking such a union might actually be possible. “Esti atat de frumos ca te urasc! De ce trebuie sa te iubesc?!” (I hate you are so beautiful! Why must I be in love with you?!)  She spurted out in her people’s language, her words like poison on his ears. How glad she was that he didn’t know the language..at least she finally got it off her chest. With a grunt of frustration she pushed the elf to the side with as much force as she could muster, hoping to hurt him as he just hurt her before storming off.

His eyes widened not really sure what to do now, but knowing he must fix it. “Ninmirel! Wait! I-” His words stopped in his throat as he watched her  hair and skirt spin before fiery eyes looked upon him. He found her distaste for him so obvious in that look...But for the sake of the fellowship...for Middle earth he knew he had to say something now. Then it dawned on him...his eyes narrowed as he stepped forward until she could feel his breath on her face. His eyes were like daggers as he looked down into hers. “Pedin i phith in aniron, a nin u-cheniathog. Si, melda heri, lle naa vanima. Lle naa belegghotar, a gin melathon an-uir.”(I know you can’t understand this. So, my lady, you are beautiful. You are a mighty warrior and you have my love for all time.) He knew she didn’t understand him...he was counting on it as he spoke with anger in his voice to mask the intention of his words.

Aragorn looked between the two of them, fully understanding all that had just transpired as he held a hand to his lips holding in a laugh. “You shut up.” The reluctant pair said to him in unison before both storming off.

Steluta entered the hall, pausing as she spotted Gimli on the floor, still passed out from drinking too much. She gave him a half smile as she reached down to pat his head, something she was sure he would never let her do if he were awake. “Steluta! Steluta!” two little voices called out from behind. With a half hearted smile she spun, lowering herself to eye level with the two hobbits. “We saw your dance,” Merry started with a proud smile.

“It was very pretty.” Pippin finished.

“Well thank you.” She smiled, genuinely touched by the small sweet halflings. “It is a dance very special to my people. It reminds us that one day we will be home again.”

“Oh we have one of those too.” Pip announced with a smile.

“We do?” Merry asked, not quite sure what he was going on about.

“Aye, the Green Dragon!” She couldn't help but laugh at the two.

“I don't think that's quite the same Pip.” Merry half scolded

“Well, it reminds me of the Shire.” He argued innocently.

“Then I would love to see it. Will you show me?”

They both looked to each other with a nod before climbing on a table grabbing two mugs of ale.

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Her face lit with joy and laughter as she clapped along to the song. To most it may not seem like much but she could see the love for their hometown in their hearts with every word and step...she could see to them it meant the world. And that was what made it something special.

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Late in the night Aragorn moved through the great hall, finding Legolas on the balcony overlooking the sleeping caravan below. He followed the elf’s gaze to the princess moving through the camp with a cat's grace.“Why do you not tell her?”

“What would it matter?” The elf Prince answered as Danior made his way to his sister. Legolas watched as the moon of Mandalay pull her in close to plant a soft loving kiss on her forehead, an action he wished he could give to her in his place. “It is quite obvious her heart lies elsewhere.” He added as he watched her rest her head on his shoulder, strong arms holding her tightly. He could tell they were discussing something, but they were too far to hear the sound of her muffled tears on her brother's shoulder.

Now Aragorn understood. “The star and the moon do share quite the bond.” He agreed with a nod. “Then again from what I am told most siblings in their culture do.” He added with a smirk.

Legolas's eyes tore from the wagon to look upon his friend. “He is her brother?” A hopeful smile grew on his lips as Aragorn nodded. With a new sense of blissful determination for his Ninmirel’s heart his eyes turned back to the wagon, “Do you think she-?”

“I think that you should tell her. I may not know much about the wandering people, but I do know that they are a very accepting people, only harboring ill will to those who hold it for them.” Aragorn interrupted, hoping to see his friends happy. Legolas simply nodded in return before making his way down to the camp. He left no track and made no sound as he wandered through, trying to find the wagon she called hers.

It was easy for him to spot Steluta’s, the carvings in the wood and the way It was painted screamed to him everything about her personality. It looked wild and free yet graceful, so full of color and life with the white rose and silver star carved into the wood. He felt as if his heart had lept up into his throat as his long slender fingers reached up to the door. “You have grown since last I saw you Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm.” The fair haired queen sat on the steps to the wagon across from her daughter’s holding a single unlit lantern. He turned to her with a look telling her he didn't recognize her at all. “Don't feel badly. You were just a babe,” she looked like her daughter as she let out a chuckle. His fingers dropped from the door as he moved to her.

“Our people seem to have much in common. What happened to cause this divide? We should be friends.” He asked as he took a seat next to her.

“The fault is on both sides really.” She explained as she leaned herself against the pole the empty lantern hung from. “It is customary for our people to celebrate the new birth of a royal line. It keeps good relations with standing kingdoms. When you were born Iulian, Steluta’s grandfather brought us to Mirkwood where Thranduil spurred our royal blood for lack of homelands.” Legolas's eyes grew a firm sadness, it sounded just like his father to do such a close minded thing. “When Vorris and I took rule some years later we attempted to mend the divide with the offer of a union…You to our daughter soon to be born.”

“And my father no doubt took great offence.” Serata nodded in confirmation of his statement. “Well, I doubt I will ever take the throne of the woodland realm, but for what it is worth I am sorry.” He turned back to the wagon, no doubt in his mind it was too late to mend things tonight as the light from the lantern inside went out. “I wish he didn’t sever such a tie. My heart would sing to have your daughter as my bride.”

“Would you like to know what she said to you?” She offered with a coy grin as she looked to the dark wagon, well aware her daughter slumbered, sure she was dreaming of her elf.

Legolas shook his head lightly. “I don’t think my heart could bear that right now.”

Serata chuckled lightly. “She said she hates how beautiful you are to her, and that she has fallen in love with you.” She told him. And though I know little Elvish I feel sure your words were not as hurtful as you made seem either?”

His eyes widened as He listened to Steluta's mother, lost for words as he turned back to the wagon that held the woman who loved him.

“You! Elf!” Danior's voice barked gruffly in the night air. “Get away from my mother!” He added as he jumped from a wagon adorned with a white wolf's head and the image of a moon. His dark eyes narrowed to the elf as he stalked forward, drawing a fist back and thrusting it into Legolas's right cheek. Legolas looked back to the angry eyes of his love's brother...how could he be angry with the wanderer? He knew he deserved that. “You made my sister cry!” He barked as he drew a dagger from his belt. “I should-”

“Danior!” Serata snapped, raining her son in. “Încetează!”

“But mother-” he protested as his long black hair fell in clumps in to his chocolate brown eyes.

“I said stop this.” She repeated in common as she moved to her son, holding a hand out for his dagger. He looked to her, grimacing in anger before abiding by his mother's wishes.

“Get out of our camp. You are not welcome among the Mandalay people” he spat at the elf's feet.

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