#i wish i was a beautiful elf living in the woods

[liftme-up-letme-go]

I was tagged by @morgana-lefay to do this Picrew ! This was so fun, thank you 🤍

So here is mine:

I've seen a lot of these and lost track of who already did this, so no pressure tags: @anwiel13 @krispy-kruspe @krankes-gehirn @endlich-allein @marimayscarlett @feelingbitch @boyohazard and if course everyone who wants to do this 🫶🏼

#picrew #thanks for tagging <3 #i wish i was a beautiful elf living in the woods

[crownedghostprince]

That’s My Emotional Support Wife!

Legolas x Female!Accident Prone!Reader

Fandom: The Hobbit

Legolas and (Y/N) had courted for about a decade before finally deciding to marry.  (Y/N) was the daughter of Lord Elrond, just slightly younger than Arwen, and after marriage she moved to Mirkwood to live with Legolas and her father-in-law the King, Thranduil.  Legolas didn’t mind how accident prone (Y/N) was, sometimes it was even sort of cute.  And now there are 13 dwarves in the cells of Mirkwood having to be dealt with whilst the Elves continue their parties, patrols and usual antics that the dwarves were unaware of until that day.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None.

Note: This is sort of silly, so if you enjoy a fun fanfiction, this is the one to read! (Y/C) - stands for (Your Choice) and (Your Colour).

Word Count: 2,021

[Third Person Perspective]

(I couldn’t find any attached link to this picture from Pinterest, but it was under the account name “The Facegirl” when I found it. They seem cool from what I checked out.)

The dwarves were not happy to be locked up in the cells of Mirkwood under King Thranduil’s rule.  The elves would just pass by here and there as if it was an ordinary path to take.  These cells weren’t in dungeons or anything like you might expect, for the bars of the cells were incredibly tough and strong.  Therefore, there was no need to put the cells in such an inconvenient spot and instead it was closer to the main area where most Wood Elves just wandered through.  (This was also best as the Woodland Realm almost never had prisoners to jail).

So, the dwarves were trapped in their cells, waiting for Thorin to join them (hopefully with good news).  They’d tried breaking out of the cell in whatever way they could think.  From slamming against the bars with their shoulders, to kicking them with their legs and shaking them with their hands.  But still the cell bars held strong.  Bofur was the first to actually observe the elves, rather than sneer and ignore them like the others.  The others didn’t wish to make eye-contact or even look in their general direction.

Bofur watched, as many elves walked through speaking elvish and looking graceful.  Some elves were so graceful when they walked it looked almost as if they were floating across the floor, not even touching the ground.  He struggled to tell who was male and who was female, but the sounds of their voices definitely helped - even if he couldn’t understand their language.

Eventually he saw a beautiful elf with (Y/C) hair and (Y/C) eyes.  His?  Her? Dress was a beautiful mixture of pink and purple that fell past their ankles and hid their feet.  Thus, they appeared to be floating as they walked.  Bofur smiled, appreciating how beautiful the elves could truly be.  How graceful and--and she walked into a wall.  This got the dwarves quietly chuckling from they cells.

Even Dwalin was hiding his snicker.  They would laugh more openly, but they were in foul moods and didn’t want to anger the elves when the elves had an advantage against them.  The elf maiden didn’t seem to mind - hearing their chuckles with her good hearing - and laughed with them.  A shadow crossed the floor and Legolas landed with perfection as he came to check on his wife.  The dwarves’ faces immediately molded into scowls at the sight of the rude elf that found them and cast them into their cells.

They continued to watch as Legolas checked his wife’s face for cuts and smiled when she was cleared to be okay.  He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took her hand, walking her to the staircase to continue her on her path.  She was not halfway up the staircase when she tripped and fell.  Luckily, Legolas was used to this and simply caught her and gracefully carried her the rest of the way.  He set her back down on the marble floors, kissed the back of her hand and returned to his position up high, watching over the area.  She curtsied and although the dwarves could not hear - or understand it - she thanked him.  “Ni ‘lassui en, Legolas.”

An hour later, Thorin joined his company in the cells.  He simply explained how he had not taken any deal with King Thranduil and that all the Elves could...well...let’s not translate that now.  The dwarves were upset by this news, feeling like they’d be trapped forever.  But Thorin knew there was a Bilbo Baggins somewhere out there.  And he would help free them.  He was sure of it.  Bilbo was not so sure.  Every time he thought he had a clear path to descend to the cells, suddenly a bunch of elves walked by.  He was thankful the ring he found made him invisible.

Some were going to patrol outside, some were laughing and telling jokes in Elvish, some were carrying wine and food, or decorations and others were reading a lovely looking book as they walked by.  The thing is this: Bilbo didn’t have many openings to sneak past and not bump into someone.  So instead he decided to follow them for a brief moment and saw them setting up a sort of party.  With decorations and a clear view of the sky where Bilbo could see the tinges of orange and pink beginning to appear in the clouds.

There were tables lined with bottles of wine and kegs of wine and cups for the wine.  There were a few tables of food, but mostly it was wine.  With lots of seats, some elves already perched on the staircases and some elves sitting up high on ledges already getting drunk.  Many were singing and some were possibly telling poems?  Or stories?  Bilbo wasn’t quite sure but it was a merry gathering that was forming.

‘Well,’  Bilbo decided to himself, ‘Time to find those dwarves.’  And so he walked back the way he came, sneaking down corridors of marble and past beautiful pillars with beautiful, intricate carvings running down them.  Soon his eyes laid upon, a (Y/C) haired elf with a beautiful dress and stunning eyes.  She was reading a book as she walked absentmindedly.  He decided to follow her and see where he ended up.

They walked for almost half an hour when he heard the familiar, grumpy dwarves’ voices as they hushedly whispered to each other in Khuzdul.  ‘Finally,’ Bilbo thought excitedly, ‘I’ve found them!’  He waited behind the she-elf, watching where she was headed.  By the time he realized she was about to walk down a flight of stairs and possibly injure herself, a blond elf was by her side with an arm around her waist.  Legolas was so accustomed to stopping his wife from falling down stairs it was almost a daily thing to catch her and gently lead her away.

“A, Legolas.”  She smiled to her lover with such a soft gaze he felt sure to melt under it.  Although the dwarves did not know it, ‘A’ was Elvish for ‘Hi’.  However, they simply thought it was an exclamation like the English ‘Ah’ when one realizes they almost walked off the top step of a flight of stairs.

However, (Y/N) was so accident prone she was no longer surprised when someone stopped her from walking into a wall, or a door, or out a window and this case was no different.  Bruises and cuts from falling down stairs was common for our silly she-elf lady.  Legolas sighed fondly.  “Hiril vuin, please do fall down the stairs before a most wonderful celebration.”  ‘Hiril vuin’ was Elvish for ‘my lady’ and was a sweet and simple way for Legolas to remain caring, but serious, in front of the dwarvish prisoners.

Bofur spoke up with a chuckle from the cells below, “Is falling down the stairs a common occurrence?  I would love to see such a performance everyday!”  He joked.  The dwarves laughed in agreement except for Oin who could barely hear what Bofur said.

“What did he say?”  He asked Gloin who was in the cell beside him.  His question went unanswered as Gloin continued to loudly laugh.  Legolas glared down at the cells whilst (Y/N) simply laughed with the dwarves.  She had a wonderful sense of humour - she has two older and fun twin brothers after all - and she was also used to these jokes which made it even more fun in her opinion!

Once the laughter had settled down a bit (Y/N) chuckled out, “I knew I should’ve been the King’s jester!”  and the howls of laughter sprung back up again.  Their thunderous voices bounced of the walls and echoed through the building.  Even Legolas and Bilbo chuckled at (Y/N)’s joke.  As the dwarves continued to laugh, crack jokes and sometimes just rest in silence, Legolas decided to simply ignore them and inquire about his wife’s current book.  “Oh!  It’s a book of Elvish poems and short love stories.  I fell in love with it after reading the first couple of love poems.  It even has some poems specifically to be read just before you sleep.  Oh!  I’ll find one of my favourites for you!”

She began to carefully flip back through the previously read pages, keeping her bookmark on her current page as she did so.  Bilbo took this chance to quietly sneak past the couple and down the stairs to the cells in order to look for the keys.  Legolas smiled adoringly as his wife quietly muttered the poem titles until she found the one she was looking for.  Although the Elvish is truly beautiful and wonderful to read, here’s the English equivalent instead:

“ Your Divine Beauty,

The stars crown your head, As you rest peacefully in bed, And the moon bathes you in its’ light, Kissing you with all its’ might.

Such beauty even the sun bows down, So its’ colours may reflect onto your white gown. Pink, orange and gold, Dare not touch or enfold.

For they will not dare, To hide your beauty nor ensnare.”

Although Bilbo and the dwarves had no clue what she said as it was in Elvish, still they folded to the sound of her melodic voice when she read aloud her favourite poem.  Legolas gently kissed her forehead when she was finished and sighed wistfully.  “I adore that poem so much now.”  He smiled down as their foreheads rested together.

“I’m glad you liked it, dear.”  She grinned, returning his kiss with a giggle.  Only a moment had passed when they heard approaching footsteps.  Bilbo snuck back to a corner in case they should pass him and the dwarves returned to their original scowls as two Elven guards came to a stop in front of the couple.  The woman curtsied to the guards and they returned with a bow.

“We’re sorry to interrupt, but the celebrations are beginning.”  They explained, carefully watching Legolas’ eyes as he sighed.

“Very well.  Then I shall not keep you any longer, my dear.  Please, go enjoy yourself and do not wait up for me.  I will join you shortly after I have finished my patrol over the cells.”  Legolas kissed his wife’s hand with a tenderness and care you only hear and see in romance books.

“Thank-you, darling.  I shall join them, but I shall still wait for you.”  She grinned with a cheeky glint to her eyes.

“Why do I bother to tell you to not wait, you don’t listen anyway.”  He chuckled sweetly.  “Very well.  Now go, before my father is disappointed with both of us being absent.”

“Ah, yes, I should hurry then.  Take care, darling, and try not to roughen up the dwarves too much.”  She kissed him once more before leaving with the guards to the celebrations.  Legolas sighed wistfully once more and did not move until she was safe out of sight with the guards.  He trusted them to catch her if she should fall.

But even if she is injured, they have healers that are always pre-prepared for her anyway.  He turned back and before he could ascend back to his post, the dwarves spoke up.

“So she and you are...well...together, huh?”

“She’s my emotional support wife.”  Legolas grinned mischievously, knowing fully well she could still hear them with her excellent Elvish hearing.  A second later his ears heard her voice in the distance,

“I heard that!”  And he smiled hearing her voice once more.

“You’ll do well to not disrespect her whilst you’re here.”  Legolas stared the dwarves down as he finally returned to his post, just out of their line of sight above them.  The dwarves rolled their eyes and proceeded to taunt him with funny comments anyway.  All were harmless, but they were fishing for a reaction from Legolas so they did their best to make it sound almost like insults.  He didn’t care enough to hear though, he was ignoring them and mentally reciting his wife’s favourite poem so when she was having a bad sick day he’d know it off by heart.

#the hobbit #thorin's company #x reader #legolas x reader #legolas #middle earth #fanfiction #accident prone reader

[littlejuicebox]

ahhhhhh the first installment of Midnight Chimes is so good! I can’t wait for more! I also really like the AstarionxWren series, I loved jealous Astarion in Chapter 10! Would you be willing to write another small piece about him being jealous? Thank you!

Hi Anon! Thank you. I love some jealous, angsty Astarion as much as the next person! Here you go! <3

Warnings/Tags: In-game spoilers, fluff/angst, jealous partner, possessive partner (if you squint)

Word count: 1.4 K

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The group had only a few days left in the Mountain Pass region before they ventured into the dreaded Shadowlands. Halsin insisted on hoarding at least a quarter cord of wood for the journey; he said he would even pull the entire thing himself, in his bear form, if he had to.

The wood elf warned the others that the journey into the Shadowlands would be treacherous, and nary a living thing would be found. As such, he'd been more than adamant they all gather as many supplies as they could find and hold in order to prepare for the unknown atrocities ahead.

No one could deny Halsin was a magnificent specimen. Everyone in the camp had been distracted when the druid removed his shirt, revealing beautiful beads of sweat glistening on his remarkably chiseled chest. The late afternoon sun was beating down his barren back as he chopped relentlessly at a thick tree trunk, hashing it with sheer force and unbreakable will. Earlier, the spellcasters had offered to help the druid with the project, but he'd quickly brushed them off with an explanation that the repetitive manual labor cleared his mind.

The mountain of a man paused to drink water from his canteen and then lifted the bottle over his head. The cool liquid spilled through his locks before flowing in thin rivets down his face, following the force of gravity and ultimately dribbling down his barren torso. Astarion himself had been sitting with his mouth agape, watching the salacious scene. Honestly, it was a nearly impossible vision to ignore.

But then the silver-haired elf became absolutely engrossed in the event, unable to look away as you practically sprinted over to Halsin with a fresh canteen of water and a few damp cloths. You were fussing over the druid as he took a brief respite from his self-assigned chore. Astarion rolled his eyes in exasperation when he heard you lament the fact that it was so hot and insist you could help the druid chop wood.

Oh, please. He was certain you never lifted an axe in your life.

But, of course, Halsin was humoring your antics and absolutely devouring your attention. The druid took a few more sips of water, and then you two fell into what must have been a very pleasant conversation, judging by the flush of your cheeks and the giant grin on your face.

Astarion felt a pang in his chest as your laughter rang across the camp; coquettish giggles that had been previously reserved solely for him. Was he actually jealous?

No, impossible, he couldn’t be! The rogue could have bed anyone in the camp, Halsin included, if he so wished. You had simply been a matter of convenience. So what if you two spent nearly every night wrapped in one another's arms, it was merely transactional!

Wasn’t it?

“Your move, Astarion.” Wyll prompts with a small, mischievous chuckle.

“Huh?” The vampire responds dazedly, jerking his head back to the human man.

Oh, right, they were still playing chess.

Astarion glances at the pieces on the board, but he’s preoccupied by visions of you and Halsin his peripherals. The rogue picks up his remaining knight and moves it to E4. Wyll laughs in lofty delight and pushes his bishop forward, claiming Astarion's knight with ease.

The vampire groans in dismay before examining the tiny wooden pieces again. He and Wyll had made a bet: the loser had to leave camp and forage for a basket full of wild crops before returning for the night.

Astarion abhorred the thought of performing such a menial task, and he had been winning mere moments ago, before your little rendezvous with Halsin distracted him. He sighs and brings his hand to rest on the side of his face, trying to focus on the game, but your ridiculous laughter is ringing in his ears. Finally, the elf picks up his queen and moves it a few spaces to the left.

When he's completed his move, Astarion’s eyes wander over to you once more. Halsin is leaning into you with his muscular arms wrapped around your torso, broad chest flush against your back. He’s showing you how to properly swing the axe, the two of you moving in unison.

“Oh, come on!” Astarion shouts, no longer paying attention to the chess game at all. His fists tense into tight balls upon his lap; you had to know what you were doing.

Wyll is laughing. He's just won the game and misinterprets the vampire's exclamation as a response to the loss. "Hah! You have to be more careful with your queen, Astarion! Or else she'll be stolen away by the better player."

The pale elf snaps his eyes back to Wyll and then down to the board. Only then does he realize that he's lost the game, perhaps in more ways than one. Astarion frowns in utmost displeasure; the parallels of the warlock's statement are not lost on him.

Wyll is cackling as he hands the basket to the pale elf. Astarion growls and grabs the woven piece of wicker; as he walks out of camp, he is perturbed to see you still chopping wood with everyone's favorite druid.

Over an hour later, the vampire returns to camp with a basket full of foraged food, as agreed upon. He drops the basket in Wyll's lap with a huff and then stalks off to his tent without a word. When you pop by a couple of minutes later, Astarion is absolutely brooding, and pretending to occupy himself with a book he hasn't read a word of.

"Can I help you? I'm quite busy." The pale elf grumbles, barely lifting his eyes from the page to acknowledge you.

You don't take the hint and let yourself into the rogue's tent with a contented little smile. You move to sit next to your lover, and he dramatically leans away from you, turning his head to avoid your gaze entirely.

"Aw, come now, Astarion... are you still upset that you lost that bet against Wyll?" You murmur, cocking your head slightly, "He warned you that he was quite good!"

"I wouldn't have lost if someone hadn't distracted me." Astarion snarls, snapping the book shut and scowling at you, white eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Distracted you? I wasn't anywhere near you!" You respond in surprise, eyes widening at the elf, "How can you blame me for losing, it's not my fault you--"

"You distracted me because you were practically drooling all over the druid!" The vampire hisses, no longer able to keep the boiling bits of frustration from spilling out of his mouth as he points the book at you in accusation.

"Are..." You pause, eyebrow raising slightly, copying the habitual expression of practiced cockiness normally displayed by your companion, "Are you jealous, Astarion?"

"Of the druid? Hah!" The vampire retorts, feigning disgust with a crinkled nose, though he realizes it's not too convincing, "Hardly, darling."

"Hmm... shame." You drawl, eyes narrowing slightly. You sigh and begin to shift, as if you're about to exit his tent, “For a moment I was beginning to think you actually cared."

"And where do you think you're going?" Astarion asks as you lift the flap of his tent.

Since entering the Mountain Pass, you two had shared a tent almost every night. Often, it was for sex, which he found himself expecting in a confusing state of yearning and apprehension. But sometimes it was simply for cuddles and conversation, and perhaps a little snack on his part. He found that he'd grown quite fond of your frequent interactions and the feeling of your warm body curled up next to him as you finally drifted off to sleep.

"To my own tent," You murmur, eyeing the vampire with a devious smirk, "Come and find me when you're ready to admit that you were jealous."

And then you're gone, and Astarion is left seething, watching as you saunter away.

Less than a half hour later, the vampire is at the entrance of your tent, his threadbare blanket draped around his arm. You lift your gaze from the dagger you'd been sharpening and eye him with a self-satisfied smile. You sheath the blade and bring your arms across your chest, waiting expectantly for the rogue's confession.

The pale elf groans in frustration, rolling his eyes up at the heavens, "Are you really going to make me say it?"

"Oh, absolutely!" You respond near-instantaneously, "No entry until admission is paid."

Astarion sighs and shifts uncomfortably on his feet, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess..." He starts, and then his tone drops into a barely audible whisper, "I guess I was a bit jealous."

"I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you. You'll have to speak louder, darling, as I don't have vampiric hearing." You say with a teasing, overly saccharine smile, "Could you please repeat that?"

"I was jealous!" He hisses, now thoroughly flustered by your mockery and pulling anxiously at his own ear, "There! Are you happy?"

This time you beam, and the smile is sweet and genuine. He feels the knot that was growing in his chest relax as your gaze softens. You scoot yourself over in your tent and chuckle slightly, patting the spot next to you. "Yes. Very happy. Now get in here, you sweet idiot."

Astarion enters the tent, immediately taking his place by your side. A smooth, pale arm wraps around your torso, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple before dropping his head and whispering into your ear, “The next time you're looking for wood, my sweet, it would be my pleasure to provide you with some. You needn't look elsewhere; I'm sure you'll find that the wood I can provide you is hard and ready to fill you with warmth every single time."

His hot breath tickles your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. You feel your face grow flushed at his overt innuendo, and the vampire chuckles at the splashes of red spreading across your neck and cheeks. He brings his tongue to run along your ear lobe, which rips a small, delightful gasp from you.

"Astarion!" You squeal, pressing a hand to the elf’s chest and moving away slightly in a half-hearted attempt to avoid the vampire's advances. Your tent is still wide open, and you don’t particularly relish the idea of everyone in camp witnessing your private life, no matter how nice it feels.

"That better be the only name I ever hear cried from your lips.” The rogue murmurs before moving forward and gently nipping at your lobe, grazing it between fanged teeth. He smirks and then hums contentedly before purring into your ear once more, “Now, be a little lamb and close the tent, won’t you? I believe we have some serious making up to do.”

#astarion x tav #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x gn!tav #astarion x gn reader #astarion fluff #astarion jealous #jealous astarion

[tamurilofrivendell]

Sleeping Beauty | Chapter 1

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem Reader Summary: A Sleeping Beauty inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking, and a female elf living in Mirkwood under the care of Radagast, who is actually the 'lost' daughter of the late High King Gil-Galad. Note: This is x reader but I have given ‘you’ a name. Also I needed Radagast for this story but I think technically she’d have been born before he even arrived but let’s just ignore that. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters let me know. Translations: lothíriel (flower-garlanded maiden) anarórë (sunrise) vanwa (lost) aranel (princess) melui (lovely)

“Lothíriel!” Radagast cried out the nickname he had called you since you were but a babe in his arms, standing at the door of his little cottage deep in the forest of Mirkwood. His fingers curled around his wooden staff as he looked this way and that, brows furrowed with just the mildest hint of frustration. He was rather used to this song and dance by now. You would seemingly go missing from right under his large nose, sneaking off through the trees to mingle with the wildlife and sing to the flowers. You were a daughter of the forest, sure enough, and there was seemingly nothing that Radagast could do to keep you in check. Not that he would ever wish to dampen your spirit or dim your light, but it was his job to keep you safe and sound, after all. Keep you... hidden.

A great many years had passed since the days when this task had been appointed to him. Since that fateful day of your birth in Lindon when the Enchantress had dared show her face, laying ruin to all that could have been for you. Then the darker days that followed still. The Last Alliance. Your father, High King Gil-Galad, being slain by Sauron himself, alongside King Oropher. Dark days, indeed.

You knew nothing of any of this and that was how Radagast intended to keep it. For now. You were i vanwa aranel, as the tales told, the lost princess... and you needed to remain that way for at least another thousand years or so yet. When the full danger of the Enchantress was no longer a danger to you.

“Anarórë!” Radagast called again, using the name that you had been given just before being smuggled from Lindon under the cover of darkness. Your name was the only thing your father had been able to give you and he had gifted you the name that his beloved Queen had longed to bestow upon you - naming you after her most favourite time of day - before she was killed by the evil Enchantress that was to blame for your being out here and not in the halls of a palace as was your birthright.

“Ooh!” Radagast shook his head, turning to the bird on his shoulder with a worried expression as he heaved a sigh. He was always prone to concern, especially when you were not within his line of eyesight. “Now where has she gotten to!”

You were rather far away from the cottage where you had grown up, and from your uncle Radagast, whom you loved with your entire being but who could at times, to be quite frank, drive you rather mad. He made such a big deal of keeping you safe but some days it could feel like you were suffocating. Like treading water and never being able to move forwards. Some days it seemed that he would have enchanted the cottage to keep you inside at all times if he could. Still, you knew that he simply loved you and wished to keep you from harm.

The Greenwood was beginning to change, even you could feel that. There were pockets of thick, suffocating darkness and you could have sworn that once you saw a spider. Not just any spider but the largest spider you had ever seen in your whole life. It was said that the Elvenking was preparing to lead his people further north across the forest river due to this growing shadow.

Despite being an elf yourself, you had never met any of the wood elves that lived under the Elvenking’s rule. In truth, you did not even know the King’s name. You had watched a few of them in secret but you had never dared approach them. Radagast had always explicitly told you never to speak to strangers and something about the look in his eyes made you realise that he had some genuine reason and you followed that rule rather explicitly.

Still, you did not understand why, for how could you? How could you know that evil could take the fairest of forms to trick you into its clutches? How could you know that such evils were indeed looking for you? Actively seeking you out all over this world and had been since your birth? Radagast kept your history from you to keep you safe. As far as anybody need know, you were naught but a simple elf-maid dwelling beneath the trees of the Greenwood.

Still, it could be lonely, and you often imagined yourself outing your own presence and being welcomed into the fray of others of your kind. You adored your uncle, you truly did, and you loved your life in these woods with the wizard - but some days only conversing and interacting with him and the squirrels could become quite tiresome in a sense.

“Hey!” You laughed, lifting your gaze as a little robin gently tugged on strands of your hair from where it hovered in the air beside your head. Your thoughts melted away as you turned your focus to the little creature, suddenly realising that it was not alone. A group of familiar little animals were lined up on a nearby tree branch, looking down at you rather expectantly.

“There you are!” You chuckled, moving closer and reaching out to run your fingers through some of their fur and feathers. “I was beginning to think that you had all decided to abandon me this day!”

The animals tittered and shifted, little sounds coming from some of them as they shook their heads in dismay, eager to let you know that they would never! This little group of beasts made up some of your closest friends in this wood and a lot of days you would meet them in the clearing and pass your afternoon together.

“Oh, I am only teasing.” You laughed brightly, moving over to sit upon a fallen log, gazing up at the sky.

One of the birds began chirping and you turned to look at them, shaking your head a little as they told you Radagast was looking for you. “Well, I am not ready to go back yet.” You replied. “I have barely been out of the house in the last few days.” Another little chatter from the bird came, telling you he was worried there were strangers in the woods, and you shook your head. “He needn’t bother. Even when there is, I do not approach them. Does he not trust me? Sometimes he treats me as thought I am still a child!”

A soft silence fell upon the clearing, all your little friends looking sad as they contemplated your words, your loneliness. Even they seemed to know that even though you had them, and even though you had Radagast, perhaps it wasn’t always enough.

“Come on now!” You chuckled, brightening a little. “Let us not dwell on all of that. I will go back soon, I promise. He will not start to truly panic for another while yet.” You knew him well enough to know that you had some time to spare before he came charging through the trees with his trusty rabbit sled. “Come, keep me company while I pick some berries. Tonight I am going to make some more cakes!”

A distance away through the trees, a large brown elk was moving at a gentle trot. Astride him sat a lone rider, shoulders straight and guard up just slightly. His long white hair was cascading down his shoulders, free of any elaborate adornments, and as he rode he looked about him, studying the forest.

King Thranduil was travelling alone, something that he did not always do anymore, but his trusty swords were at his side and he knew that, if necessary, his elk could outrun any dangers that they may come upon. If he did not get them first. There was a shadow falling somewhere, he could sense it, but it was still faint and with any luck it would stay that way.

Thranduil turned his attention to the path ahead of him as he moved through the forest, aware that he would have to turn back soon and return to his realm. There was a lot to do, many preparations to make, however he had been rather needing a little bit of peace and quiet. He could defend himself well enough and it had been some time since he had been able to be truly alone. He had a heavy weight on his shoulders and he had since his father, Oropher, had fallen to Sauron, leaving him to rule. Thus the Prince had become the King overnight and, while Thranduil had often had an urge to flee and hide, it was not a whim that he would give into.

As his elk moved through the trees, Thranduil suddenly became aware of a sound filtering through all the other woodland noises. It wasn’t exactly close by and it appeared to be coming from somewhere to his right, which was not the direction he needed to go, but he found himself pulled towards it somehow.

It was somebody singing, he realised, and he normally would have simply smiled and left them to it but it was such a beautfiful melody, a voice the likes of which he was not sure he had ever heard before in all his years - and Thranduil had heard a lot of singing in his lifetime.

“Melui...” He murmured to himself, lost in the beautiful tune for a few moments before he stirred again and urged his elk to the right, struck by the sudden desire to find whoever could produce such a sweet sound.

“Come on, my friend... this way." He directed to his elk as he gently tugged the reins to redirect the beast, heading off in the direction of the singing, not caring if it was perhaps a little out of his way as his curiosity got the better of him.

His elk snorted, disgruntled at going off track, though it reminded the animal a little of the prince of old and it easily gave in, shaking its large head as it trundled off through the trees in the direction its master commanded.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil fanfic #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #sleeping beauty #ok loves here u go

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello how are you,

You said you follow a lot of series. What other series are you into? What series of manga do you have? And which series are you willing to experiment with?

I follow too many fandoms to count, from video games to books, manga, movies, and stuff in between to count them all. My newest series I've gotten into it Delicious in Dungeon, it's funny and well written, but I'm still new to that.

As far as the manga series I have:

-Record of Ragnarok

-Overlord

-My Hero Academia

-My Hero Academia: Vigilantes

-One Punch Man

-Komi Can't Communicate

-Tokyo Revengers

-Monster Musume

-Ancient Magus' Bride

-Let's Buy the Land and Cultivate it in Another World

-Hunting in Another World with my Elf Wife

-Flying Witch

-That Time I got Reincarnated into a Slime

-Demon Slayer

-XXX Holic

-XXX Holic Rei

-Cardcaptor Sakura

-Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card

-I've been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed out my Level

-I was a Bottom-Tier Bureaucrat for 1500 Years and the Demon King Made me a Minister

-A Centaur's Life

-Machimaho: I Messed up and MAde the Wrong Person into a Magical Girl

-The Alchemist who Survived Now Dreams of a Quiet City Life

-Spy X Family

-Plus Sized Elf

-Plus Sized Elf Second Helping

-The Titan's Bride

-I'm not a Succubus

-Nurse Hitomi's Monster Infirmary

-Sailor Moon

-Ah My Goddess

-Otherworldly Izakaya Nobu

-You Like Me, not my Daughter?

-My Room is a Dungeon Rest Stop

-Me and My Brothers

-Ouran High School Host Club

-My Love Story

-Honey So Sweet

-Magic Knights Rayearth

-Thigh High

-Wish (by Clamp)

-Eyeshield 21

-Who Says Warriors can't be Babes?

-Giant Spider and Me

-I Married my Best Friend to Shut my Parents Up

-Manly Appetites

-Our Dining Table

-Saki the Succubus

-Saber Marionette J

-Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland

-Satan's Secretary

-Shirahime-Syo (by Clamp)

-My Girlfriend is a T-Rex

-Chobits

-Cyborg 009

-Saiyuki

-Saiyuki Reloaded

-Magi

-Love Hina

-Negima!

-Negima?! Neo

-Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies moved to a Starter Town

-No Need for Tenchi

-Sorcerer Hunters

-3x3 Eyes

-Street Fighter II

-Sakura Ganbaru!

-Street Fighter Alpha

-Street Fighter III Ryu Final

-Hetalia!

-High School of the Dead

-My Dress Up Darling

-The Way of the Househusband

-The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today

-Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

-Beauty and the Feast

-My Senpai is Annoying

-A Man and his Cat

-In the Land of Leadale

-Drugstore in Another World

-Farming Life in Another World

-Bofuri

-Savior's Book Cafe Story in Another World

-Magic Artisan Dahlia Wilts No More

-I'm a Behemoth, an S-Ranked Monster, but Mistaken for a Cat, I live as an Elf Girl's Pet

-Wood Woof Story I told you to Turn me into a Pampered Pooch, not Fenrir!

-Cutie and the Beast

-Ms. Kozumi Loves Ramen Noodles

-If It's for my Daughter, I'd even Defeat a Demon Lord

-Reborn as a Polar Bear: The Legend of how I became a Forest Guardian

-Restaurant to Another World

-So I'm a Spider, So What?

-Kaiju Girl Caramelize

-She Professed Herself Pupil of the Wise Man

-Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

-I Shall Survive Using Potions

-Reincarnated as a Sword

This one took me a while lol, but I have been collecting my series for over 20 years now so I guess that's understandable.

[dimension20npcofalltime]

Round Four - Bracket One [Dimension 20 NPC of All Time]

Gilear Faeth vs Wuvvy

Descriptions under the cut

Gilear Faeth - He/Him

Campaigns - Fantasy High, Dimension 20 LIVE, The Seven

Who is he?

Gilear Faeth is Fig Faeth's adoptive dad and Sandra Lynn Faeth's ex-husband. He is a wood elf who's lost some hair since his divorce and now wears it in a comb-over, which is a unique look on an elf. He's got a little bit of a paunch. He is often described as being sad and pitiable. He wears a short-sleeved king button up shirt which is often stained, usually with yogurt, but one time it was beans.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

"Do I even need to elaborate?? If there was ever an NPC to NPC it is hands down no contest, announce it now the winner is Gilear. That man spilt so much pudding on himself, he died more times than I can remember, he fumbled the bag on like 3 milfs. An icon. A legend. The chosen one."

"For all the obvious reasons. Is the NPC of all time. He's a dad. His dad status was revoked and reinstated. He's has multiple jobs and job titles but always does the same thing which is mostly nothing. He's just some guy. He dies immediately. He's an integral part to the party because they made him so. Peak NPC."

"We have to let him have this one thing."

Submitted by: @unnatural-twenty, @legend-of-fall-damage, @priceforrottenjudgement and Anonymous

Wuvvy - She/Her

Campaign: A Court of Fae and Flowers

Who is she?

Wuvvy is Delloso de la Rue's close friend and former assistant. Wuvvy is very loyal to and protective over Rue, to a fault. She sometimes believes she knows Rue better than they know themselves, and has gone against Rue's wishes to prevent things she thinks would harm Rue.

Why is she the NPC of All Time?

"She is everything she's the moment and Aabria Iyengar knew exactly what she was doing with that beautiful feral satyr."

"She’s fiercely loyal to the people she loves, dedicated, strong, morally grey, and also just so cute."

Submitted by: @ledzephlin ; @sluttycinderella @limulusamebocytelysate

#dimension 20 #dimension20npcofalltime #dimension 20 bracket #dimension 20 tournament #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #fantasy high spoilers #acofaf spoilers #acofaf #a court of fey and flowers

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being the first one to wield a ring from Sauron

(Just gonna leave this here, enjoy. I thank my friend for the edits and proof reading, enjoy)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, killing, injuries, slight description of depression, magical manipulation and falling into Sauron’s control. 

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-You were traveling in the woods on your horse. Your horse’s hooves clapped against the ground as you navigated through the misty forest. You could not hear much in the air, only the cawing and flapping of the crows and hoots of the owl. 

-You didn’t have a clear destination in mind. You rode where the wind took you and hoped you would face something good since there was nothing that would keep you in high spirits anymore. 

-Everything just felt empty and cold. You couldn't find any value in the world anymore, so it felt like nothing mattered.

-Your eyes have lost the glimmer of hope, and your hands were rough with callouses after years of wielding a sword. You had been a ranger and helped many people, but none of it mattered. 

-You have always been easy to fool and taken for granted whenever you tried to be kind to others. 

-You don’t even know what the word even meant anymore. Was it something good or something others could use to control and harm others? 

-Does it matter? No. 

-Nothing mattered to you anymore. 

-A dark, unknown part of you secretly wished something terrible happened to you and someone would finally end your miserable life as you were simply tired of living it. 

-You stopped your horse when you heard voices. It sounded like the yelling of men chasing something. The only thing you could think of were bandits. They weren’t uncommon, and at the moment, you would rather not deal with them right now. 

-However, fate decided to make your life a living joke as you encountered what the bandits were chasing. 

-It was on accident since, the person in the hood unexpectedly dumped you on your horse and fell on the ground. It was like he appeared out of nothing. 

-You looked down on him to see if he was hurt as he looked at you. He was beautiful in an ethereal way. His eyes held an odd glow, and you soon realized that he was no human man but an Eldar. Only an elf would possess sharp ears. 

-He looked frightened and tried to cover his ears from your eyes. His hands were bruised and bloody, and you noticed a deep gash bleeding through the fabric of his arm. You concluded it must have been the bandits that injured him during the robbery. 

-The bandits were not far behind as they caught up to you and demanded that you hand the elf over since you had no dealings with them or him, so you should go and mind your business. 

-You would have agreed and continued your way as you didn’t care much about the affairs of others, but something about this elf changed your mind. His eyes looked deep into your soul, full of fear and pleading for help.  

-You then heard a voice – begging you to save him, and you obliged. 

-You took out your sword and killed the man who tried to touch the elf. The bandits tried to fight you after witnessing the death of their friend, but as you had the advantage of horseback and a longsword, you took them out effortlessly.

-The bandits might have the numbers, but their skills were nothing to you, who had years of experience in sword fights and battles. 

-So – the bandits were outmatched by you. 

-They ran away in fear – leaving you alone with their former target. They realized they were not able to defeat you, so they finally chose the option to run away. 

-When they left your sight, you sheathed your sword and turned your focus on the elf you rescued from the bandits to check on his well-being. 

-He thanked you for the help, and when you noticed he had no weapons on him, you handed him one of your blades for protection and told him to take care before continuing your way through the woods.

-It was supposed to be a one-time encounter and moving on with your life, but the stranger decided to follow you instead, asking for your help to reach a safe settlement. 

-You almost refused because you would rather not meddle with people, but you also didn’t have anything better to do now, so you agreed and allowed him to travel with you. 

-You gave him your name, and he called himself Annatar. 

-He was an odd travel company and talkative, asking stuff about you, which felt a bit suspicious that he seemed to want to get to know you, but you answered, not wanting to be rude. You asked things about him back, so it wouldn't all be about you. 

-He spoke about his kin and how he got lost from his family, and the one he held dear recently passed away. 

-You felt pity because you understood what it was like losing someone dear, so you paid your condolences to him. 

-You helped him to recover from the injuries he suffered from bandits since you had a basic knowledge of healing, and he was grateful. He complimented you, but you didn’t take his praise to heart since it was useless. People often used that to catch you off guard and hurt you. They never mean it. 

-Annatar seemed to catch on to your behavior and questioned if something was bothering you. You said you just simply didn’t care about things anymore. You lost your ambitions a long time ago, and things didn’t hold any importance to you anymore. 

-Everything just feels cold and empty. 

-He seemed to emphasize this with you and questioned if there was something you suffered from in the past. 

-You do not like talking about your past, so you refused to elaborate further.

- However, after some time traveling together and getting comfortable in each other’s company. Annatar managed to get way into your comfort zone, and you slowly revealed what happened that caused you to feel about the world like you did now. 

-People have used you, lied to you, and even betrayed you, and all those you helped out of kindness took you for granted, and you had forgotten times when people you once trusted left you to die alone. The world has been nothing but cruel to you, so you often wandered alone. 

-You lost touch with the world. You don’t feel the warmth of the sun or the gentle breeze of the wind. Everything feels cold, and things that once brought you joy caused nothing but emptiness and dread. It was like you had fallen into an endless hole and couldn't find your way back to the light. 

-Annatar showed empathy and pity, claiming he knew what it was like being rejected by people and betrayed. You did not want to believe him because all you knew – he could be trying to use you like anyone else. 

-Anyone can use false words to earn sympathy and mutual understanding. 

-You did not want to open your heart anymore. You couldn't even if you wanted to because why would you? 

-Annatar was kind to you, helping you during travel and tending to your wounds when you got injured during violent confrontations — he said it was a repayment for your protection. 

-Annatar sometimes hummed songs to help you sleep. It was oddly effective because Annatar’s voice was soft and somewhat hypnotizing. You got lost in it many times and fell asleep with no problem. 

-You thought he had something sinister in his mind because there was no way he would do this out of his goodwill. He was just using you like everyone else, but you couldn't help but admit that you were slowly getting used to his company. 

-He had been better than most people, making you feel conflicted because you were not sure anymore if you were being slightly paranoid and unfairly misjudging him. He has not done anything to harm you and has been very helpful and kind. 

-It got you concerned. 

-You thanked the gods for letting you encounter a settlement. It meant you could finally go on your way. You did not want to think Annatar was a problem, but for your own sake, it was only for the best that you separated sooner or later. 

-You bid Annatar goodbye and said this would most likely be the last time you would see each other again. 

-He showed sadness and then wished to give you a gift before you departed. 

-He found work in a forge after you helped him settle in, so he made you a little departing gift, a ring. 

-He put it on your finger and thanked you for helping him and giving him companionship. 

-It was an odd gesture and a gift to give away. 

-“You know, if people were watching – they would think you’re trying to propose to me,” You said as you looked at the ring. It was made from bronze and carved with a lovely design and elvish scriptures. It might not be the most luxurious ring you have ever seen, but it was still quite charming. Annatar said he made it out of scraps, so you felt impressed and slightly touched. You have not received a gift like this one from anyone in your life.

-Annatar chuckled at your remark and said fate might allow you two to meet again because you never know what the future might have planned for you. 

-You found it odd because you were not planning to come back or visit. You might have traveled together and become familiar, but it did not mean you were close friends. 

-Things never last. They never do. 

-You bid him goodbye and continued your way, leaving the settlement and him behind and hoping to find something else. 

-After some time traveling alone. You began to feel something strange. You felt lonely when Annatar was not around, but that could have been because you got used to him. It will wear off eventually, and everything will return to normal. You will continue living on your own. 

-You often gaze at the bronze band around your finger, moving it around and feeling the cold metal under your fingertips. The memories of Annatar played in your mind, and you sometimes found the reddish steel glow in the light of the fire. 

-You heard things and would feel a deep sense of longing, longing to return to his side. 

-It felt lonely, and you hated that feeling. 

-You would sometimes even hear his soft humming in your dreams like he was there, and the thing he said about fate allowing you to meet again started to bother you. 

-You wanted to go back, needed to go back to that place. It was like a ravenous wolf trying to make you go back. 

-You tried to resist the urge, telling yourself you had no reason to return. 

-Nothing helped, and the more you looked at the ring around your finger, the stronger the sensation. It was like the ring itself with his voice was telling you to go back. 

-After a month or two, you found your way back to the village you left Annatar. You did not know why and it frightened you. You took a job and did not realize it led you right back. 

-Your elven friend seemed delighted to see you again and welcomed you. 

-You stayed for a while, not because you had a job, but so you could figure out what was pulling you to this place, to him. 

-Nothing seemed strange. Annatar was himself, and you spent some time — catching up on the latest events and happenings. You began to doubt that you might have just missed the elf because nothing seemed out of unordinary, or were you simply losing your mind. 

-It started to dawn on you what was wrong when you heard him sing again. 

-You did not know what it was. It was like the more you listened to him – the less you wanted to leave and do more as he said. Just like a doll. 

-It was like you had lost sense of time and touch with reality as all you wanted to do was what Annatar wished to make him happy. It felt wrong if you didn’t.  

-He was oddly warm, and his voice was addicting. 

-It was hard to snap out of it till you noticed you had brutally killed a man that was rude to you and Annatar.

-You do not remember how it happened, but you remember Annatar saying something like the man was an enemy and that he should die, and you obliged like a mindless soldier. 

-You finally decided to confront what Annatar was doing with you because it was now clear that he was doing something to you, something sinister and evil. 

-When you were alone, you finally confronted him about it. 

-He denied it and then said you must have been tired, offering to sing to you to help with the fatigue that often bothered you. You refused the offer — feeling anxious about what would happen if you did, but you didn’t say it out loud. 

-He was good with words, so you began to doubt that maybe it was the fatigue that had been getting into you, but you took action to prevent yourself from trusting him so lightly. 

-You should have been more careful that night. 

-That night at the bonfire, you two talked, then he began to hum a new type of tune. It was sweet and soft. You tried to focus on the fire, poking the ambers with a stick while listening to his voice. You didn’t realize you had forgotten the fear you had earlier, the fear of hearing his song. 

-You felt relaxed, but soon your mind began to wander as you stared at the campfire flames, feeling its warmth and embrace from the cold world around you. It felt pleasant. 

-You soon forgot the world around you as the warmth kept you away, letting your troubles and internal turmoil vanish from the depth of your mind. All the sadness, pain, and doubt vanished like the embers that flew away from the fire. 

-Something was keeping you there, not letting you go, but you didn’t mind. Honestly, you didn’t care to get out. You began to waver and hum along with the song. 

-You didn’t feel like you needed to get out. It was warm and safe, unlike the real world. 

-You had not realized someone pulled you down. Letting your head rest on their lap and gently stroking your head. You let them because you felt no need to resist the gentle act. It felt nice. No one had been this nice to you before. 

-Annatar chuckled as you had now fallen deep into his control. His hands gently graced your hair with a gentle touch as he continued humming the song for you. 

-You were now his little puppet, a puppet with a blade. 

-Since the day you two first met and you acted upon the plea of his mind, he knew he needed to have you. 

-He did not know the first time how he managed to make you fulfill his wish as it was usual for someone to counter the invasion of mind, but you did no such thing. You obliged without a thought. 

-He needed that kind of obedience. 

-He glanced at the ring wrapped around your finger with a smile. You were so sure something was wrong and did not realize the little parting gift had the most part in your fall into his control. It silently filled your mind with thoughts and soon broke away your defenses, letting him claim your mind to his will. Your mind, soul, and very being now belonged to him. 

-The ring was a success, and soon he will craft more of them to bind the people of Middle Earth under his will and control. 

-The world had already broken you, left you hollow in heart and without ambitions, so it was relatively easy to claim you. It was a surprise you managed to resist the ring and last months before coming back.

-He was worried the ring might not have worked, but it did – to his delight. 

-Annatar looked down at you, his eyes glimmering with gold as he gazed at your peaceful expression. He needed you for the future, but he couldn't help but admit he had become attached to you in a way. 

-Maybe he had found companionship with you and did not want to let go of you, not just because you could help him in the future.

-And now you had nowhere to go as you were now his. 

- ”My dear (Name), you don’t need to worry about the world or the cold anymore. It shall be embraced by the fire and taken under control. There shall be no more pain, and you and I will do it together — now rest — my little puppet,” Annatar whispered before darkness took you to sleep.

#sauron x reader #mairon x reader #annatar #sauron #mairon #sauron headcanon #angst #mairon headcanon #silmarillion headcanon #lotr headcanon #silmarillion x reader #lotr x reader #middle earth #middle earth x reader #middle earth headcanon #silm fic #tolkien stuff

[mikathemonster]

Hi! Could you please write a dialogue prompt 4 with Thranduil? Thanks!

“the interrogation”

author’s note: of course! this prompt seems very canon as something the elf king himself would say, so i’m excited to dive into this for you <3 I'm gonna stray a little further from my normal way of writing Y/N by making them a person who somehow woke up in their favorite book, “The Hobbit”!

Pairing: Thranduil / Gender-Neutral Human Reader

Word Count: 886

summary: after waking up in the world of your comfort book, you find yourself in the midst of a terrifying power: the Elvenking.

content warnings: I mixed the lore of the book and the movies together for this

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

Anxiety rushed through your body as your heart seemed to be leaping out of your chest with each beat. You were being led through the twists and turns of some sort of extravagant castle as two elven guards held you firmly by the arms. Where they were taking you, you weren’t sure. A tiny voice in the back off your head wondered if you were dreaming, but the pain from the guards’ grips was more than enough to reassure you that this was your new reality.

How you had come to find yourself in this new world was beyond the comprehension of your mind. The last thing you remembered was being curled up on your soft, worn-down couch while reading your favorite book, "The Hobbit". It was a tale you knew well, as you had read it countless times when in need of a pick-me-up. You hadn't seen all of the movies yet, as you usually fell asleep halfway through the second one, but the book was usually enough to satiate you. It had been another cozy night of reading when you had fallen asleep in the middle of the chapter "Flies and Spiders", and the next thing you knew, you had awoken in some sort of woodland realm!

Oh, how you desperately wished you could return to your cozy couch and your soft blankets, but it seemed those pleasantries were far away from you now, and incredibly out of reach. 

More twists and turns led you to a wide room, all entirely made of tree branches and wood. In the center lied a magnificent throne of ancient antlers, its steps leading down to the space you now occupied. A cold, regal voice cut through your thoughts, and suddenly your eyes shot up to look at the person before you.

"First you have me deal with lowly dwarves, and now there's another? Who are you?" He sat proudly on his throne, and you found yourself speechless at his beauty. His long hair draped over his shoulders delicately as you met his cold gaze. He was like a star, cold and distant and icy. You couldn't believe the sight before you. Slowly, things started connecting in your mind. Dwarves, elven guards, oh no.

This was Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood. And your very life had now been placed in his beautiful hands.

"We found this one an hour ago, reports say they simply appeared in a cloud of smoke before the gates," one of the guards said, and the king's brow tensed. He wasn't happy.

"Some dark magic, then?" He stood, slowly descending the stairs as he approached you. "And yet, you come without weapons or anything other than the clothes on your back. Tell me, who are you?"

"Y/N," you said, finally finding your words. "And you must be Thranduil, King of the elves.” You spoke carefully, treading lightly with your words.

“So you know who I am,” he said. “Good, then you must know of my intolerance for outsiders. Speak quickly of your intentions and perhaps I’ll do you the mercy of imprisoning you.”

“Prison?” You said, eyes wide. Oh no, you couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life in the prisons of Mirkwood.

“I’d speak quickly if I were you,” he warned. “You’re losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.”

You searched your brain for the words to speak, now panicking. “I came here from another realm!” You said, trying to re-iterate your predicament in a fashion that suggested you were much more wise than you found yourself to be. After all, you knew this story like the back of your hand, and it was the only leverage you seemed to have right now. “Another realm filled with scrolls, and I am the reader of those scrolls.”

“What scrolls do you speak of?” He raised his brow, leaning closer.

“Scrolls of the histories of this land. I know the past, I’ve read the present, and I’ve seen the future!” You had no idea where you were going with this; at the very least, you were trying to save the skin on your back. And you were hoping to god that your favorite author’s tomes could help you.

“Such as? Prove to me you’re not some petty liar.”

“You’ve imprisoned Thorin Oakenshield and his company for his refusal to pay you back that which was rightfully yours!” Please believe me, you thought. “He aims to reclaim the Lonely Mountain and defeat the dragon that lies in its depths.”

“So you’re a liar and a spy. Guards, take them away.”

“No, please!” You cried out desperately. “The gems, they were for your wife! The White Gems of Lasgalen!”

The king froze in his place as he returned to his throne. Finally, you thought. Surely you had him now! He raised a pale hand that was decorated with rings, his voice cutting through you as he issued out another order.

“Guards, unhand them.” He said, turning around to face you as he approached. You swallowed hard, your heart thrumming in your chest as everything seemed so unknown right now. Time seemed to freeze as you fell to your knees, your limbs now free.

“It seems that you would know more than I would like,” he chirped. “So enlighten me, Y/N. What else do you know?”

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil greenleaf #lotr #lotr x reader #lotr fic #lotr fanfiction #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #lotr fanfic

[monstersdownthepath]

I think I asked this before, but what kind Hags were the Mothlight trio? I imagine Green,Annis and possibly Bheur.

The Mothlight Three are unique Hags. Because you've reminded me, however, here's some details:

Mother Mandrake is a large, rotund, grotesque woman with skin like burned tree bark, protrusions that look like roots poking from the gnarled folds of her flesh. when she moves, it sounds like wood bending and splintering... unless she wishes to move silently, in which case there's no sound at all. Her arms are long enough to drag across the floor, but she has enough elbows to bend them until they "fit" her properly; her reach has caught many by surprise. She's replaced her teeth and fingernails with cold iron nails, and her eyes are polished river stones. She wears bloodstained butcher's smock and clothing so befouled with blood and filth that it looks rust red.

Mother Marigold in stark contrast, is beautiful. She looks different to everyone, but to anyone she's beautiful as can be... but in a way that's artificial and wrong. Her elegant clothing appears to be part of her body. She never blinks, she never breathes except to speak, she casts no shadow, and she she rarely moves her legs while walking. There is no shine in her eyes, as though they were made of painted wood. When she drags her nails down a surface to show her displeasure, raking clawmarks inches deep and inches apart from one another mark the surface, like the claws of some immense reptile.

And Mother May-I (or is it May-Eye?) wraps herself in a single, unbroken strip of paper covered in what she claims to be the names of everyone she has ever cursed. It covers almost her entire body and trails behind her like a robe, so at this point there must be several thousand names with room for more. If one were foolish enough to pull down the paper cowl that covers the bottom of her face and live to tell the tale, they would see that the paper grows from directly beneath her tongue, though it doesn't inhibit her ability to speak, and it does indeed grow in length with every new curse she utters. Unlike her sisters, she has no hair on her head, and has the sharp ears and features of an elf, though she doesn't have the eyes of an elf--they're two polished rubies which appear to be bloodshot and furious.

Madam Mothlight herself WAS something like a Night Hag, horned and horrible, but she is no more, and will never be again. None of the other three were certain what she was, but they knew the body she wore was the cocoon for what she could have been. When they cracked her open to feast on what was inside, the sight of it took each of their eyes from them, but it was a cost they were willing to pay for their divine feast.

#asks #Pantherlord3 #original concepts

[fika-drw]

Snarry Fairy Tale AU Rec List [ 5 ]

Gasp! I can't believe I have read fifty (Yes, you didn't misread) fairy tale theme work. While I'm well aware that all of it might not be considered 'fairy tale' enough, as long as it had a tiny implication that it is a Fairy Tale AU or inspired, it will be included. So enjoy this list!

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Harry Potter and the Well at the World's End by mirawonderfulstar

Rating: General Audiences || Words: 1,272

Summary: "Once upon a time there was a young Prince named Severus. Being in possession of neither fortune nor the physical beauty and charms to secure one, he was forced to work for the cruel and violent Lord regent who had ruled his kingdom since he was a small boy…" A Snarry Fairy Tale (a Snairy Tale?) for Happy Snape Week.

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The Rune King by PiperDerg

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || Words: 11,199

Summary: Harry is a thief that works in magical runes stealing where he can and trying (sometimes) to do good with it. Until he gets caught and stuck in a marriage that he's not entirely sure he wants out of.

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Silas Barnaby and the Green-Eyed Dragon Boy by suitesamba

Rating: General Audiences || Words: 13,217

Summary: Silas Barnaby enjoys a perfectly ordinary life as a museum guard in York and – until these last weeks, at least – did not see spectacled cats, ghosts in graveyards, or heads in fireplaces. What’s more, the green-eyed man in the portrait in the Dumbles gallery is definitely not winking at him. A tale of sacrifice, forgiveness and people who aren’t at all what they seem.

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in time of lilacs by NecromanticNoir

Rating: Not Rated || Words: 9,799

Summary: Severus has only spent one night with the Omega - surely this melancholia cannot be… Pining Sickness?

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Sleeping Beauty by DobbyRocksSocks

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || Words: 2,796

Summary: Despite the Death of the Dark Lord, Potter still manages to get himself into trouble. Can Severus save him?

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Rings of fate. by Bluemoondreams

Rating: Mature || Words: 11,373

Summary: There is a lord of the rings feel to this story. Complicated romance between elf wizards. Very much an AU. Just done for fun really, so please don't take this so seriously.

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Rings of fate. by Bluemoondreams

Rating: Mature || Words: 11,373

Summary: There is a lord of the rings feel to this story. Complicated romance between elf wizards. Very much an AU. Just done for fun really, so please don't take this so seriously.

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Requiem At Dusk by Femme (femmequixotic)

Rating: Explicit || Words: 48,929

Summary: Harry would do anything for his son, even follow in Orpheus's footsteps.

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Prince Forgetful by agneskamilla

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || Words: 8,747

Summary: Prince Severus lost his memories but found some new allies.

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Wish not for a soul that is full of sin by SerenaEW

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || Words: 4,798

Summary: After all, a flighty soul could not return to the water, or to the earth, as they maintained all life eventually should. (What one did not have, they believed, could not be broken.) Prologue to the merman!Snape, amnesia AU no one asked for.

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Harry Potter and the Monster in the Woods by wendymarlowe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || Words: 5,833

Summary: Harry is sent into the woods to be sacrificed to the creature who lives there in exchange for the creature lifting his curse on Harry's village. Harry is rather surprised not to be eaten. The creature is rather surprised that Harry turns out to be a tolerable life companion.

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[hargreevesd]

an eternity without me

Summary: y/n, a she-elf who lived on her own, was sent by Saruman to join the Fellowship and learn everything she could so he could win them. Y/n was neutral on the war because after the death of her parents she promised not to help in any war ever. Instead of being completely loyal to Saruman she helps Gandalf to revenge him. She is tired of being the puppet and wants a small adventure, but she ends up feeling something for an elf prince. Little did she know the prince would test her loyalty but he ended up catching feelings too.

Based on the Masquerade episode of Dangerously Yours.

I had forgotten how beautiful Rivendell was because I had so many years to visit it. Well since my family was killed actually. I now know how to live on my own, at least I think so... Im here for a mission, yet I only want the adventure, to make friends, live this life of mine. But I guess I can not try those, what was I even made for?

Suddenly I hear something not really far away

The senses of mine tell me it must be an elf and I know exactly which one. So what if I play a little?

I grab the closest book I find and I try to ran as close to him as I could, when we finally met face to face.

"That's it, get your book back I do not want it, you thought I was an idiot before?! "

"Wait, I do not know you, who-" I didn't let him finish and I quickly ran on my chamber. I did not remember the young prince like that... My memory stops from the day my family died and I can't remember if I saw him again or not since then, but I would say he is quite charming. As I'm ready to go to bed and wait for tomorrow to come, I hear a knock on my door.

"Sorry, I think you gave this to the wrong person, I do not know you and I did not give you this book!"

"Oh, I know Legolas"

"Wait you know me?"

"Well, of course, you are the prettiest elf here, and I was pretty lonely so I thought tonight I'm going to have an adventure!"

"Uhm, thank you Lady... "

"Y/n!"

"Y/n... How did you know I would not ran away with your book? "

"I took the chance, it is not mine anyway! Are you angry?"

"Hahaha, no I am not angry, I can only be grateful!"

We were now the Fellowship of the ring. Even though it was not my intention in first, I feel I belong here. We lost Gandalf though... Gandalf knew everything about me, my plans and my family. We had a small idea of how I could escape Saruman. Turns up I'm destined to destroy this team. We next went to Lothlórien. We spend many nights there, I could not count. But one of them stayed in my mind...

"Look y/n, a shooting star! Did you wish?"

"Oh I did not have time..."

"I know there is something you wish for!"

"Yes..."

"What did you wish for?"

"I was wishing we were two other people, people who did not have to say goodbye..."

"We do not have to, you know."

"Maybe..."

And then we wasted the whole night searching for other shooting stars, as all the others were sleeping. But deep in my mind I knew I started to love him and that would be catastrophic. The wish that I did earlier was absolutely true. I know one day I will say goodbye to him, but I do not want to. I want to spend my eternity with him, just us two. But this is only a stupid dream. I know it will never happen, maybe in another life time.

Time passed and we lost Boromir. Frodo and Sam went alone on Mordor, Merry and Pippin got kidnapped by orcs, thankfully they were saved. Now it's just me Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli and Gandalf. He was alive and well. I still had my hopes for our small plan since Saruman never reached for me. When the moon was shining and I was reading a book outside of the castle of Rohan, in a wood, I received an eagle with a letter. Saruman. The plan has changed as it seems, but I could not do that. I just couldn't. I-

And then Legolas found me, like he always do.

"Hey y/n!"

"Hey Legolas..."

"Is there something wrong? You seem skeptical. Why are you all alone here?"

"No, well yes, you see I just wanted some clear air and..."

"What is it?"

"I'm just stressed you know after everything..."

"Well do you want me to make your mood?"

"It's okay Legolas, I will get over it, you can go inside."

"But I want to say something to you, something I have been holding a long time now..."

"Look I can not right now-"

"Y/n I offer you the three things most dear to me, my heart, my homeland and my dream.."

"You are too generous!"

"Y/n you must listen to me, since the very first moment we met I've been completely yours!"

"Please, say no more, there are wars between us, wars that can't be stopped by words."

"You said one night you wished we were two different people, i think you may have that wish y/n."

"What do you mean?"

"When we will be close to victory, they won't need my service any longer..."

"Close to victory?"

"Im going to tell you something tonight y/n...something that will put my life in your hands."

"Then don't tell me, how do you know you can trust me this much..."

"I love you and I believe you love me!"

"You are quite wrong, this has been only and adventure to me."

*This is not true y/n."

"It is true. You smiled at me and I was flattered, it was an adventure for me to feel better."

"You may as well take my heart y/n it's already full of you! You walked in it, the day we met."

"You are a fool Legolas!"

"Isn't anyone who falls in love? You know what you are to me? A reason to believe again, an elf that exists for me, a fine and honest elf."

"Oh my god you are such a child Legolas, take your dream and please go..."

"What is it, what's wrong my dear?"

"You know nothing about me! You know me only 6 months!"

"6 months? Y/n I've known you all my life!"

"All your life?"

"It's true! I've read about you on a thousand stories about one of the most powerful she-elves out there, the old friend of mine... When I've heard beautiful lyrics I thought she would like that, I've talked to flowers about how stunning you are..."

"Oh stop! You must listen to me, I'm not that elf, at least not anymore, I might once was, but not now. You see you were wrong... You can not trust me."

"Are you telling me a person's name that I can't say but we both know send you?"

"What are you saying?"

"You see I have known all along, we talked about you since the first day of the trip."

"And it... It did not make any difference?"

"It did not make any difference. You see I trust you. You came here to betray me, and to betray our country. That is your mission. And yet I'm so sure about your love, that I will trust you with my life and what is far more valuable, Middle Earth."

"I will betray you Legolas, you can still go..."

"If you do, you betray yourself at the same time."

"Yes... Yes I know."

"Then you should know my secret. As we are talking, Isengard is falling and in the end the man who send you will lose. If you stay with us just one more night, tomorrow we will all together destroy him."

"Destroy him?"

"He made many mistakes, he betrayed us. But the greatest of all was sending you here, y/n."

"Why?"

"He guessed I would loved you, but he did not guess you would fall in love with me."

"No... He did not. If I betray you, I betray myself. If a betray him, I betray my safety and my new home. All I want is a new home and peace and that is very dear to me."

"I can give you a new home y/n, so is that dearer that I?"

"No... Not dearer than you."

"Then, would you help us defeat him?"

"Help you? De- defeat him?"

"By telling me his plans! That's the only way we can get him, we will both win and what you seek y/n will be yours!"

"I see..."

"Then you will help me!"

"By giving you any information I may possess of his plans?"

"Yes."

And with that yes, something changed. I felt so betrayed. He made me think I loved him just so he could only get the information he wanted.

"Ah.... You are very clever are you not? Oh I can read you like a book now. You thought I was easily wayed, that you could make me love you, that I will throw up the only chance I have to build a home, for you?"

"That is not the way to look at it y/n!"

"You were not so wise after all... Because you have lost, you hear me? Lost. You guessed wrong, you forgot how hard it is to love as an elf."

"You do not know what you are saying y/n!"

"You never loved me! You knew that I loved you and you used that!"

"Y/n stop talking like a child. Are we playing over wars now?"

"Yes! We are, aren't we? I have my bow Legolas. I advise you to be careful of what you say."

"Well, rather melodramatic are you not? Do you mind if I write down some things?"

"Write down...?"

"I always do that when things get difficult. It helps you understand the situation."

"You can do everything you please Legolas, you have a little time anyway."

"You mean you actually going to kill me?"

"I mean just that!"

"Well go ahead!"

"I do this my own way. Look, you already know my purpose of being here, tell me where Frodo is."

What that was not planned, I did not say that, I could never, this is not me, how do I stop that I can not help it.

"I will not because I simply do not know. You can not kill me, you can not, because you love me. It takes a very brave and a very cold elf to do that y/n, I do not think you can, is it not true? Is this not why you are waiting?"

"It's not true."

"You want my heart, striked with agony! My hands to shake, you want me to please for my life so you can make a generous move to spare me. Sorry y/n I do not think I'm in the mood for prayers tonight."

"You do not think I will do it? That is why you are so brave, you would not be otherwise. You lied to me, you deceived me."

"You tried to deceive me."

"I'm tired of listening to you!"

Saruman has taken over me and I can't do anything. How can I stop this madness...

"You gave me your heart y/n. You would like me to hand it back, whole again, but I will not. You will live a long time y/n, an eternity without me, you will look into the faces of passers by hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlight nights strangely empty because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful constellation that you did...a brave thing."

"You dare to talk of bravery."

"What else do we have to talk about y/n? For me there will never be another elf, but you. But to my heart there is another love that must come before you. Middle Earth. You are so still... Your face is like ice? What are you thinking y/n?"

"What can anything of what you are saying matter? You betrayed me with words. If I fail now, I deserve to die." I truly want to die now, I can not control what I am saying. "You tricked me into loving you." I keep saying things I don't want to. I truly love you Legolas. Please stop this madness.

"Did you forget that you came here for the same thing?"

"I could not betray you. I tried to tell you and you said you already knew. I was as honest as I could."

"You think I wanted to love you? Knowing where you came from and what your mission was? Do you not suppose that every hour we were together I was thinking "she is just pretending"?"

"I was not! I loved you."

"And I loved you so much I let you pretend! Because you brought something to my days, I could not stand the thought of loosing... Listen to your heart y/n... Feel it pounding."

"Your time is up!"

"Then my last words? I love you y/n."

"Are you determined to die with a lie on your lips?"

And the bow sang. I did not mean too, I did not do it, I swear I was controlling it...until I did not.

"I- love you y/n. Since we were little kids... Do you remember it? In my homeland's trees that we were dancing and dancing..."

I came to my senses, Saruman won. Why did I let that happen. I felt a hole on my heart, like you grabbed it and picked it out. There was no heart there anymore, I could not feel anything.

The bow fell to my feet and I also fell to my knees. We was trying to breath but the arrow on his chest did not let him. You know, elves are not meant to die, so when one is about to, it's shocking for everyone including him. I could not do anything. I could not move, speak, do something at all. The one and only love I had has just died, by my hands. It's all my fault. I said yes to that stupid wizard so I could have an adventure. I helped Gandalf so I could have finally, a family. But I screwed up. I lost a new family I could have and the love of my life. I do not deserve to live. I do not deserve anything at all. Maybe that is my purpose. Why was I made for. To die all along.

He looked cold, I ran and hugged him.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Legolas, please, come back to me. It wasn't me, I could never do that to you. How I'm I suppose to live an eternity without you? I can not. I surely can not. I wanted it to be with you, spend our immortal lives together, be forever! Of course I remember that day at your homeland..." Suddenly my tears started to ricochet. "We were both like 50?. I also remember your first words to me. What happens if we die?" Why would you even say that you were too young, too immature. An immortal elf. I just wanted to look at moonlight nights together, call your name to the stars and say you were mine. Tell me why your hands are now cold...I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry I-"

I stopped talking because I couldn't speak anymore. All I could do was sob.

"I've killed so many soldiers, orcs, trolls yet I could never thought I would kill the love of my foolish life."

I felt every cell on my body suddenly turn off. Like it was not there. They say elves can die from pain and grief. This is what I deserve. I want to go and meet him. My home, my love, my soul. My everything.

Y/n died hugging the person she loved but killed moments before. The rest of the Fellowship could not handle the loss of the most powerful and yet cheerful members they had. They mourned them forever, as the right lovers of wrong time and place. Now they will get their eternity together, with no wars to keep them apart.

#Spotify #legolas greenleaf #legolas #legolas x reader #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #legolas imagine #dangerously yours #legolas x y/n #elf

[rebelrebelwrites]

Ok, but what's The Last Elf??? 👀

An attempt at a Last Unicorn AU for Saurondriel inspired by a discussion with @cliffdivingsblog that is very much in its infancy (I wanted to try it for Haladriel Week, but couldn't devote the time to it), but does exist a lil' bit...

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It’s a Man who first tells her.

The She-elf lives in a lilac wood, and she lives all alone. She is old; though not so old as some in this Middle-earth, moving like a shadow on the sea through the brush and beauty that is her forest. 

Still, it’s with eyes as clear and bright as the day she was born in the land of the Undying that she sees the Men.

Two of them, rangers both, weathered and weary.

“I mislike the feel of these woods,” says the first Man. “Stay close. Creatures that live in an Elf’s forest learn a little magic of their own in time, mainly concerned with disappearing.”

“An Elf?” asks the other Man, one the She-elf thinks might be barely more than a babe, but she never knows with their kind. “Elves are long gone; passed from these shores.”

“The silver of this forest says different,” says the first Man. “Here, snow never falls, and spring is everlasting. I’ve heard of a sorceress in these woods; a witch of great and terrible beauty. All who look upon her fall under her spell. So I tell you, there is one lonely Elf left in this Middle-earth, and it’s this forest she calls home. Long as she does, we’ll find no game to feed us.”

The other Man shivers. “Make haste, then. Let’s turn back; hunt someplace else.”

“Indeed,” says the first Man. He guides his horse in a circle, beckons his companion to follow, and they canter back the way they came—but before they’re out of sight, almost as if he sees her, he calls out a final word. “Stay where you are, my lady. This is no longer a world for you. Stay safe here in your forest, and keep your trees green; your friends long-lived and protected. I wish good luck to you—for you are the last.”

The She-elf watches the Men retreat through her wood with sharp eyes and a sharpening heart.

“The last,” she says. Tosses back her long mane of silver-gold hair. “That cannot be. What do Men know of such things?”

#ask #ask game #don't know if I'll ever finish this but there is some meat to it? #saurondriel #haladriel #last unicorn

[rollofleaf]

Owlcatober Day 4: Luck

Originally wanted to do this for Hilde, but I think it fits Ethyn too. Featuring Ethyn Roseveil, my baroness, and the Guardian of the Bloom. Spoilers for Act 2 of Kingmaker.

How lucky she was! Nyrissa couldn’t help but laugh at it. That lovelorn puppy of a paladin, the new baroness of -her- kingdom! After the Stag Lord’s ignominious death, orchestrated by her of course, she only had to destroy one more kingdom before her curse would lift! Not that she particularly cared, she barely even missed her ability to love! And the paladin, Ethyn Roseveil, would be such easy prey. Nyrissa smirked to herself.

Ethyn’s little barony would be easy to break. She had a remarkable talent for bringing people together, having pacified and united the mites and kobolds. The disparate peoples of her barony argued amongst themselves, but she kept them together very well. It would be easy to lure the paladin to a secret meeting and ambush her. Without her, the barony would collapse with almost no effort. The paladin was so clearly smitten with her. She was so devoted to Shelyn, drunk on those fanciful notions of love and romance. It would only take a few words, the veiled promise of a night with the nymph, and she’d be fawning over her.

The savory aroma of herbs and flowers signaled the Guardian’s presence, the nymph’s apparition appearing and looking at Ethyn in a strange way, as though she had never seen the paladin before. Her voice indicated otherwise, soft and friendly with a new note of shy attraction to it. It was an air carefully put on, exactly what would entice her hound the most. “Hello, my savior! You asked if we’d meet again, and here I am… I see your fate has changed since last we met. Now you are the ruler, who will determine the destiny of these lands. I am their living heart, the whisper on the wind, the strength of the rivers, the luxuriant growth of the meadows. Do you wish to touch this power?”

Ethyn let out a yelp as the Guardian appeared, frantically reaching for covers to preserve her modesty. Her good graces swiftly returned, though not without a slight waver to her voice as the apparition of the nymph crawled into her bed. She smiled and took her hand, gently rubbing her thumb along the nymph’s illusory palm. “No. I only wish to nurture it. To see it grow proud and strong. I want to ensure no one in my lands ever harms you, that we might live together in peace with the land.”

The nymph smiled back, daring to lean forward and press a gentle kiss to Ethyn’s cheek. Her composure held, only a slight blush giving way. “You are such a kind soul, Ethyn… So beautiful… Deep in the woods there are old mossy ruins, long abandoned, nearly swallowed by the thicket. There is an old tree, growing among the stones in the yard, which I remember as a seed. The shadow under its green crown I call my Verdant Chambers. Visit me there, my lady, and come alone. A nymph’s reward awaits you…” A breathy whisper finished her promise, telling of things to come.

One of her hands came to rest on the half-elf’s thigh through the covers. Ethyn smiled warmly and reached out, gently taking the nymph’s cheek in a hand. “I need no reward. Just knowing that you’re safe and being privileged to witness your beauty is reward enough for me…”

The nymph laughed softly. “Then come to my chamber and be my guest. We’ll share stories and laughter, imagine the future, and dream…” The last word was said with a sensual embrace that barely seemed to affect the paladin. Still, she had a dreamy look on her face as they parted. And just like that, she was gone…

Nyrissa was… Surprised. The paladin so clearly desired intimacy, yet her sultry promises seemed like nothing to Ethyn compared to the promise of just talking to her. Well, it didn’t really matter what enticed her, so long as she walked into the trap. And when she did walk into the trap, and escaped, Nyrissa was furious. She had ruined the paladin’s trust and wouldn’t be able to lure her again, she’d have to get creative. Still, Ethyn had fallen for her ruse, it was only the cleverness of one of her companions, slipping an invisibility potion into her pocket, that had saved her. The paladin was naive and gullible. And the words she had shared… What had possessed Nyrissa to let slip that she used to be different?

“You used to be kind once… Then you can be like that again! Don’t you want that?” Her last words before she ran cut Nyrissa. Perhaps she did… But the only way to regain that was to kill Ethyn and destroy her kingdom. Still, that foolish belief in redemption was another weakness she could use against the paladin. Perhaps she could lure her in again with the promise of saving Nyrissa and turning her to good. Ha, perhaps she’d give herself up willingly for such a thing!

Nyrissa was lucky that Ethyn was so naive as to believe she could be saved and her ability to love could be returned. And Ethyn was lucky that the Lantern King hadn’t chilled her heart as thoroughly as he thought.

#pathfinder kingmaker #oc: ethyn roseveil #owlcatober 2023

[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 3

Previous Chapters [1, 2,]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby settlement. Warnings: Nothing really, just the briefest vague flash of concern about r*pe but of course nothing happens, just reader scared for a mere moment. Taglist (let me know if you wish to be added): @captainchrisstan​

It all happened so quickly. You and your father were allowed only the briefest of goodbyes in the hallway before you were torn apart. He tried to beg and reason, to change your mind, but nothing would shift you. He needed to go home and you would be fine, you did your best to tell him, though you knew you would likely never see him again, unless you found a way to escape...

Could they not even spare you a proper minute in exchange for forever? Can this king be so coldhearted that a daughter could not kiss her father goodbye?

You were assured by a guard that he would be taken to the entrance of the forest and deposited safely. He would make it home and he would have to warn the rest of your people not to venture into these woods. Not to come near these halls. You weren’t sure if you truly believed a word these elves said even though most of them sounded sincere enough but you didn’t have much of a choice other than to just accept what was being said and what was happening.

You were dumped rather unceremoniously in a cell. The red haired she-elf who locked the door gave you a slightly sad look before she turned and left you alone. It appeared you were the only prisoner which actually surprised you. You had expected the cells to be overflowing with poor innocents that the Elvenking had locked up for no reason other than his own amusement.

Time passed far too slowly. You almost wished you were still lost in the forest somewhere, or that they had let that spider kill you. Though you reasoned that, then, your father would still be trapped here. Rather you than him and you stood by that. You lay down on the floor and stared at the high ceiling, going out of your mind. God, you wished you had a book or something. You didn’t dare consider asking someone for one. As if that would be allowed.

Some time must have gone by because you were suddenly opening your eyes, being gently shaken awake. You’d fallen asleep. Groaning, you stirred, forgetting where you were for a brief moment until your eyes met those of an elf guard and it all came rushing back. At least you’d had a brief respite in your dreams, you supposed.

You were led back to the throne room. When you realised where you were going, your steps faltered, but you were pushed gently through the doors and up the walkway. Coming to a stop in front of the throne, you kept your gaze locked on thin air in front of you, not daring to look up into the eyes of the king. You didn’t want to be anywhere near him, let alone look at him or speak to him.

“You have traded your freedom for your father’s.” His smooth voice echoed around the room. You didn’t respond. It wasn’t a question. “Some would call you noble, even brave.” You lifted your eyes at that, finally looking at him. “I would call you foolish.” He continued icily, reaching the bottom of the steps, and your gaze flickered away again.

With surprising speed, he crossed the space between you and his throne, finger beneath your chin tilting your head up to look at him. “Your manners are lacking, little human.”

“I...” You frowned deeply, unsure what it is that you had done wrong but you felt like any misstep would make his disdain for you grow. Make him lock you in the deepest, darkest cell for the rest of your miserable days never to see the light, fed the bare minimum if you were lucky.

He straightened up, looming over you. “You will look me in the eye when I address you.” Your heart jumped wildly around in your chest. He moved, pacing around you like before, like a lion on the hunt. “You will live out your days here, in my kingdom. You will refer to me as my king, not your majesty, for that is what I am now. Your king. You are my prisoner and subject by default, by your own admission.”

“What... what will you do with me?” You somehow ventured, not sure where you even found the courage to speak to him. He was so intimidating and the ghost of a smirk on his face seemed almost evil in your eyes. What kind of creature locked people up over misunderstandings and refused to listen to reason? What kind of king was he?! Not much of one in your estimation. “Am I to rot away in your dungeons or would one such as yourself prefer a slave?”

A flash crossed his expression and before you could figure out what it meant, he was inches from your face. “Hold your tongue, girl.”

Your chin lifted marginally, defiantly, as you found yourself staring him down. His eyes sparkled just slightly with surprise.

The silence was deafening as he stared down at you and you stared back up at him. Where this flash of courage had come from you had no idea but you simply found yourself so angry at your situation, and at him, that you couldn’t control it.

No words were spoken but with a simple flick of his wrist, you were taken gently by the upper arm by a guard and steered back out of the room and back towards your cold, lonely cell.

You didn’t know how much time had passed this time but you were being woken again, a gentle voice rousing you from slumber. Your eyes open slowly and you meet the gaze of an elf with blonde hair and kind eyes. Frowning, you jolt upright, wondering where you know him from. It hits you suddenly - this was one of the elves from the forest. The one who said to take you to the king.

“Forgive me.” He said, offering the softest smile. “I did not mean to startle you.” His tone and his words confuse you as you watch him straighten up to full height. “I’ve come to show you to your room.”

You blink at him.

“My... my room?” You ask, incredulous as you stare at him. There is a twinkle in his eye - amusement? You can’t tell.

“Yes. Your room. Please, come.” He gestures for you to follow him and, still frowning deeply, you stand and hesitantly begin to follow him out of the cell and up the nearby staircase. Your attention was captured completely as you followed him through the winding corridors and across walkways, up stairs, until you eventually came to a door which he pushed open and gestured for you to enter.

Suspiciously you eyed him before you took a gentle step past the door and looked around. You were faced with the most beautiful room you had ever seen, intricate carvings and beautiful wall coverings, muted colours. “I...” You found yourself speechless, turning to look at the elf now leaning in the doorway. “I don’t understand.”

He was smiling at you, arms crossed over his chest. You couldn’t figure out what was happening, why he had brought you here. A room. A bed. Suddenly, you felt a cold fear creep up the back of your neck and your expression changed as you took a stumbling step backwards away from him, your knees hitting the edge of the bed and nearly causing you to fall. You wondered if there was something close enough to grab to fight him off.

He immediately stepped forward and held out his hands. “No... no.” He seemed to catch up quickly, reading your thoughts in your expression. “Oh, I am so sorry.” Of course you might jump to such conclusions. You had been held here against your will, what on earth was he thinking? “I am not going to hurt you.” The elf lifted his hand, placing it over his heart and dipping his head slightly as he gave you such a sincere look that you began to believe him. He stayed where he was, not moving any closer. “Forgive me. I did not think.” Humans had such things to fear, he knew this, and it unsettled him to no end. Forcing such a thing upon another? He could not comprehend it.

“My name is Legolas.” He continued. “Prince Legolas. I mean you no harm, really. I simply wish you to be comfortable. Here, in this room... on your own.” He nodded carefully and you could feel yourself relaxing more, the thumping of your heart calming as you looked back into his eyes, nodding slightly.

“I... I should not have assumed...” You managed, swallowing thickly as you took another glance around the room. “It’s lovely...”

He shrugged. “It was all I could set you up with on such short notice.” Legolas sounded apologetic and you turned to shoot him a curious look. This was the prettiest room you had ever seen, what was there to be sorry for?

“It’s beautiful, really.” You told him, before frowning again. “I just... I do not understand. The King...” His father, right? He’d said he was the prince.... your head was starting to swim with all this information, trying to keep up. You looked into this man’s eyes and didn’t see the cruelty you had seen in the eyes of the king. “You are his son?” You inquired and he nodded. “Did...” Another frown crossed your expression as you thought back to what he had said when your father had been brought from the cells. “Did my father hurt you?”

Legolas sighed, glancing down at his feet, and then looking back up at you. “It’s complicated. He wasn’t in his right mind when he reached us... I believe he touched the water.”

“The water?”

Legolas explained that there was an enchanted river but he didn’t go into too much detail and you didn’t think you would understand much of it if he had. This was all too much. Your whole life had been nothing but farming and reading and simplicity. You knew magic existed and other races were out there but you had never seen any, you had never travelled out of your village, though you dreamed of it. You dreamed of adventure but you had never had the heart to leave your father, and where would you go?

“I will leave you to get settled.” Legolas said, offering you another soft smile. “Someone will check on you in a while to see if you are in need of anything.”

Then he left, closing the door behind him, leaving you in confusion as you took in your new, unexpected surroundings.

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[tevinter]

Can you give me some beautiful and wonderful lore about your oc? I am really intrigued by her.

Be careful what you wish for... Behold my very long ramblings -

Antigone is named after the character from Sophocle's tragedy, and I like to think that she has the same qualities I see in the original - extremely loyal, caring, stubborn, marked by death all her life but it never made her bitter or cruel. The 'memento mori' aspect of her character is such an inspiration to the way I think about my Antigone. From the very first scenes in the play Antigone makes clear that she is not afraid to die to do right by the ones she loved, because there is beauty in that because there is love. Her actions may be morbid but they are full of so much love and honour and stubbornness that it makes her one of my favourite characters of all time, and I wanted my mc to have those qualities too. I didn't want her to be a sad edgy girl (nothing wrong with those). She has an air of longing and melancholy and quietness, but it is the form of the gentlest happinness and wonder. I think of her as a bit ethereal, a bit morbid, extremely gentle. Like the ghost of a loved one. Or a little black bird that seems an omen of death but if you hold it in your hands you'll feel how gentle it is. And I think it fits so well with the time period! I really love the Victorian Era and its mourning rituals and memento mori-ness and search for spirits and séances.

She was born to a Lestrange mother and a muggle father, in France. Her mother was erased from the family tree à la Sirius Black when they married, for being a blood-traitor and whatnot, but her mother contracted tuberculosis close to childbirth and died soon after she was born. Before dying, though, out of spite, she gave Antigone the family surname. The Lestranges would not accept someone with their name being raised by a muggle, even though they despised her and called her a ''little blood-traitor spawn''. The elders of the family discussed the situation - they thought about killing her, but there was some distant great-aunt who was recently widowed and lonely in her estate in England, so they sent her there to be raised by her and keep her company. They obliviated her father's memories of his wife, daughter and the subsequent events relating to them. She did not show any signs of magical abilities during her childhood, but she could still see ghosts and eventually Thestrals, though they were rare.

Living with her great aunt was ok. She wasn't treated as a daughter, more like a pet. Sometimes like a dignified house elf. At least until she grew into a well-behaved, graceful girl. Then she was seen with kinder eyes. Her aunt was very much the typical Queen Victoria ''forever in mourning'', and black clothes were the norm in the household. They were the very contrast of old and bitter and young and spirited, though connected by their memento-mori-ness. Antigone lived in this estate and had to think of pasttimes that did not involve magic. She learned to play some instruments (piano and violin) and transcribed music sheets. When she went to London once, she got separated from her great aunt and found herself in a theatre, where there was a ballet presentation. She took opera librettos and some books back home. Sometimes she practised dancing like a ballerinna when she was alone. She also liked to roam the woods next to the estate, because she marvelled at nature. She was particularly fond of the magpies that nested there and the wild hares. She even loved the spiders, especially seeing their webs adorned with dew in the morning. It was a good childhood, despite the strict rules and chores, and lack of friends or familial love.

When she turned 14, she started showing signs of magical abilities. Her great aunt was a bit pleased, but also scared to be alone again, so she acted bitterly about it. Nevertheless, her Hogwarts letter came and off to Hogwarts she went.

I have more ramblings about Hogwarts and Ominis and the other characters but this is already too long.

Due to death being one of the first things she ever saw, her Patronus is a small Thestral foal.

#Antigone Lestrange #thank you for the ask 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

The music of the forest (part 1)

Adar x reader

Please note: this is going to be heavily AU.

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Imagine being an Elf soldier stationed in the Southlands like Arondir. Before you became a soldier you were a musician, and playing the violin has remained your greatest passion; clearly you are not allowed to play while on duty, but sometimes, while in the fields or in the mess hall, your comrades like to listen to you and enjoy your music, sometimes even singing in time with your melody.

Every time you have some time for yourself you go walking in the woods, to practice some new pieces or simply get away from the barracks; after all you are a Silvan Elf, and being surrounded by trees, the quiet whisper of the wind among branches and leaves, has the power to calm you and console the homesickness you feel for your family and friends.

It is during one of your solitary concerts that Adar sees you for the first time; he is bathing in a nearby stream and, made curious by your music, he slowly approaches. It is the first time he has heard music in a thousand years, let alone music produced by one of his people, and he is fascinated, by you as well by the music of your violin, as he watches you play sitting on a rock in a small clearing, under the clear sky of a sunny spring morning. He feels... perturbed, moved, like you melody has awakened something in him he was sure he had lost forever; hidden among bushes and ferns, he wishes he could stay there until the end of the day, but fifty years as a soldier have taught you to perceive when you are spied.

"I know you are there." you state in the end, gently placing your violin on the forest floor before standing and unsheathing your dagger "Come out, if you are friend or foe!"

Normally Adar would just leave, avoiding unnecessary conflict, or simply shouting for his uruks to come and kill you. This time, though... he finds himself taking a completely different decision; he is intrigued by you, and he wants to hear more of your music.

He stands, letting you see him, and approaches, slowly so as not to scare you. "Please, do not be alarmed." he says "I don't want to hurt you."

Recognizing him as one of your people soothes your fears only in part; your heart fills with compassion seeing his scars, but you are still diffident. "Who are you? You are not one of the Eldar sent here to watch over the Men of this land. How did you come to this place?"

"I have been here for much longer than you and your comrades. You can call me Adar."

"Don't make me laugh, Adar this is not a name and I am not your daughter."

"This is the name my children gave me; I do not ask you to like it. I don't want to hurt you, I just... enjoyed listening to your music".

He seems sincere, you decide, and as a musician you appreciate whoever in turn enjoys your music. Slowly, ready to act at the least sign of danger and holding the dagger as well as your violin, you go sit on the grass next to him.

"How did you come to live here? I thought us soldiers were the only Elves in the Southlands. Were you... kept prisoner? Did they hurt you?" you ask, wondering if the terrible abuse he must have been victim of took place by the hands of the Men who served Sauron. This poor Elf, you think moved to pity, he must have suffered so much!

But Adar doesn't seem inclined to answer your questions, which is his right, since why should you be informed of his personal matters? He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, not exactly shy but somehow nervous, like he doesn't know what to expect from you and he is not accustomed to the company of his own people anymore.

"You are a soldier. Yet, you appreciate the beauty of music".

"The two things can go hand in hand, I have discovered in the last half century. Do you... know how to play?"

"I do not. But I enjoyed listening to those who did, and I hadn't realized I missed it."

The unspoken question remains for a moment suspended in the pine-scented air around you. You are alone but for the small animals that populate the forest, and the barracks are too far away to hope your comrades could intervene if you shouted for help. You should leave immediately, because you know nothing about Adar and for all you know he could be as dangerous as Sauron's creatures, but there is something in him that makes you trust him, at least for the time being. Wordlessly, you sit more comfortably on the grass, pick up your violin and its bow, and start playing your favourite melody.

He listens intently, his expression neutral but with evident pleasure, sitting so close your knees almost touch. He looks at you and, since you know the piece you are playing by heart, you look at him, openly, almost brazenly, and Adar doesn't seen to notice, or at least, to be bothered by it. For a few minutes it is like the world stops around you; your duties, his painful past, everything disappear, everything ceases to matter. There is only the two of you, and the music linking you in something that is not friendship nor camaradie, but it is too powerful to ignore.

In the end, you stop playing and stand. "I am sorry, I need to go; I am on patrol duty tonight and I cannot be late." you explain.

"I understand" Adar answers simply; none of the two says that they are happy to have met the other, or that you shared your music with him, but somehow you both know it. And this is the reasons why, a moment before leaving, hesitant but sure it is the right thing to do, you say:

"In three days I will have some more time to myself, and I almost always come here to play. You can come back, if you want. To listen, and... whatever else."

He simply nods, without a verbal answer or a smile, but as he looks at you departing until you disappear among the trees, you simply know he appreciated your offer, and he will take it.

He does, over and over again.

Tagging the always kind @starlady66 and @grinkitty.

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