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agathne · 10 months
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SERIES MASTERLIST | THERE'S MILLIONS OF ME DARLING
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"King Thranduil of Mirkwood was known for his bountiful reign - but no one speaks of his Queen. Only those with a sharp memory can remember their love - how it almost destroyed the very realm."
Thranduil and Legolas are sent to the past where the Elvenqueen is still alive - the only problem is; she can't remember them. In which, Legolas is the very reason he exists.
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Chapter One: A River of Stars Chapter Two: Cirdan the Shipwright Chapter Three: Brightest of Mornings Chapter Four: She Left You a Son Chapter Five: A Mother's Embrace Chapter Six: Thranduil of Greenwood
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AU's
The Moon - Elrond walks in when his daughter is about to lock lips with Thranduil.
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leggy-lass · 11 days
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A little height headcanon practice!
(Left to right: Thranduil, Bâlaledir, Bremirethil, Laereilis, Legolas, Gimli)
Credits to @matrose for Legolas’ Mother and siblings!
Btw heights are in feet
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skyward-floored · 6 days
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fic idea for lu where all of the Links dead bio parents are chilling up in the sacred realm or wherever and they all get together and watch all of their sons meet and goof off and are basically just the unseen cheering section
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sesamenom · 18 days
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Sketch doodle of possible-reverse-au-legolas (Doriathrim raised in Gondolin and Sirion) and Canon Legolas
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deer-with-a-stick · 8 months
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The more time I spend explaining Tolkien lore to my brother the more I realize that Tolkien was just batshit insane
#yes the world is flat and a globe at the same time#and yes if you go off the edge you fall into the void with Satan 1.0 (assuming the Straight Road doesn't just railroad you)#he calls Valinor “The place under some trees where everyone smokes weed” and honestly I wish they would do that instead#bilbo and frodo bring weed to valinor quick#i tried to explain the miriel-finwe situation and he's so confused#“so they died and they were all sad even though they didn't have to stay dead?? but she couldn't come back because he remarried??”#“but then he dies and says 'yo ill stay dead instead' and she's find now??”#does the big God just keep making elf and human souls or do they just. appear#i told him about Gil-Galad Son of Plothole#he is quickly realizing that yes#the valar are a bit incompetent#its fine#elrond's dad is a star his mom is a bird and his great great grandma is an angel#my sister gave up two seconds in despite sparking this by asking me about elf lore#apparently she actually just wants to know about legolas but not legolas' father because of the hobbit movies#let me rant about feanorian politics it'll be interesting i promise#shut up about your elf backflips you wanna hear about nirnaeth arnoediad and the kinslayings#tolkien#lotr#lord of the rings#silmarillion#the silm#is this a shitpost? idk#he's batshit insane but the world is great i love it#we still don't know where hobbits come from#they appeared one day#like potatoes#i had one tidbit of legolas lore and that was#the guy showed up several years late in a homemade boat with a dwarf#incomprehensible screaming
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kierancaz · 2 years
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“It is a gift. A token of our friendship.” No bitch that was a proposal.
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jolieterestrial · 7 months
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ELF ON A WHAT NOW?!
Thranduil x fem!reader
Basically: thranduil finds out about santa’s helper elfs from A human passer by in eryngallen and is reaaaaallly confused [not proof read]
Christmas came early? Btw the Reader is from present reality planted into Tolkien-verse. Enjoy!
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Woodland realm to a human was particularly magical with their found family at their side. No matter how different that family was from her y/n took the duties of Queen very seriously. Local elves worshiped the ground she walked on. Although skeptical of her origins at first she even managed fo get through the ice cold heart of the king and his son. His son, Legolas even looked up to her more than he looked up to his father. Something about the stories from her world made little leggy want to go on adventures with her and on adventures did they go. Now, he found himself all grown up for an elf, or as grown up as he Could be.
Just as he was about to cross the border back to home after a long journey he came a cross an odd looking fellow with gear resembling that of a warrior, long horns seeped from his helmet. It reminded him of his dramatic ada’s crown. This strange men clearly wasn’t elf or belonging to anywhere near here. So he decided to introduce himself.
“Aye boy, you can’t possibly be an elf. North Pole elves are short, silly and not attractive. Not particularly wise as far as I can tell. They do seem to do good which is nice. Santa elves are not warriors, they do not wield weapons.”
“Who’s Santa? Hold that thought. I shall take you to the king and queen.”
Legolas muttered under his breath “She might know something about this…”
“Does anyone care to explain where my son and wife are?”
“You grace, the queen is in town for the fair. As for the prince i was informed, of the latest, he’s crossed the border.”
“Yes, how-“
“There’s one more thing, your grace, the prince isn’t alone…”
“What do you mean?”
“Guards have spotted the prince on his way with a human companion”
“why is that so alarming… it might be his mellon Strider”
“I would not be so sure your grace, prince might require an audience before the welcome back feast”
“Sure. Why not”
Thranduil continued to show his calm posterior. But inside he was dying to know who this human was. Last time this happened it was you he [thranduil] came back with.
“Ada!”
“Legolas i’ve missed you dearly”
*elvish hug thing* (i know, how addictive)
“Where’s Naneth?”
“She’s in town I’ve already sent Galion to fetch her”
“Galion? Are you certain he’ll be able to find her”
“Well we are short staffed… aren’t you going to introduce your friend, ion nin?”
“He isn’t really my friend…this is Einar we met right outside the forest ada, he seemed fo be lost. Anyways i need to speak with Naneth on his origins he keeps telling me i’m no elf-“
“- Aye! you aren’t boy! North Pole elves are short, silly and not attractive. Not particularly wise as far as I can tell. They do seem to do good which is nice. Santa elves are not warriors, they do not wield weapon—“
“You’ve already complimented how attractive i am twice will you stop Einar?! let’s wait for the queen she might understand more than we do.”
Thranduil more confused than when he met you really needed answers so he waited for your counsel.
“Leggy my boy!”
“Nana!”
*human hug cause physical touch>>>*
“Wee lad this your mother? She looks lot younger than you!”
“Who’s this?” You asked surprised that your husband hadn’t put this odd stranger in a dungeon already or was he a stranger.
“Einar i met him on my way to here. Nana he claims that i’m not an elf. Going on about some Santa and the North Pole…have you heard of this legend?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Einar had that look on him were you could see he was scared of whatever was going on but like your husband he made sure to hide it well.
“Meleth have you any knowledge of this Santa?”
“Yes i do. And it’s no harm to any of us. I understand Einar’s confusion. Let’s just get to the feast boys! I’m starving!”
No one dared to go against your word. After the feast. You made sure Einar found comfort in one of the empty chambers in the palace. As a Human who knows what He went through to get here you shared your experience with him and he told you his. Afterwards you went back to your still quizzical husband who wouldn’t shut up about how weird it is that in your land people have to Vote for a leader. It seems to challenge his existence.
“Meleth, you never told us what Einar meant about Santas-helper-elves”
“Oh! So you know santa now right? Elves in some cultures in my world are his helpers. They wear pointy red or green hats. And funny shoes. We even had a thing called elf on a shelf…Einar’s right, they’re nothing like you guys.”
“ELF ON A WHAT NOW?!”
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How Miriel and Finwe met
Finwe’s mama: here, Miriel and Thranduil are going to look after you while i go hunting.
Bby Finwe, hiding behind his mama’s leg: *shaking head* No! Don’t wanna!
Miriel, knealing down: hey, it’ll be ok! You’ll see your mama in no time!
Finwe: *peeks around his mama’s legs*
Finwe: *sees Miriel* *blushes bright red* p-pretty
Miriel: thank you!
Finwe: *blushes even more*
Miriel, getting kinda concerned now: ahh, are you ok? You aren’t sick are you? *puts hand on finwe’s forhead to check the temperature*
Finwe: *a fucking tomato at this point**passes out*
Miriel: aAAAAHHHHHHHH THRANDUIL, COME QUICK! I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED A CHILD!!!
Bonus:
Thranduil, holding his daughter while the other -we’s are hanging off him, sees the crush finwe has on Miriel: *i’m gonna yeet the child* MIRIEL STOP SCREAMING, he’ll live.
Thranduil, mumbling: unfortunately.
Miriel: what was that?
Thranduil: please help me with these demons.
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While Elrond and Celebrian had their thousand year long slow-burn formal courtship, Celebrian and Thranduil got together in a whirlwind romance with less than a month from first meeting to marriage. They both use this to call themselves her "first husband", and have long arguments about who's right.
(Elrond and Thranduil refuse to admit their relationship to each other is anything closer is anything closer than "colleagues", but that's a separate issue.)
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youareunbearable · 2 years
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I've been rereading Here Be Dragons by thorinoakentwig and I've been daydreaming of the concept of Maedhros (after his death and being sent to the void) begging for redemption, if not for himself then at least for his brothers and father for failing to complete the oath. Eru listens to him and grants him his wish, allowing his family to rest in Mando’s halls instead of the void. Feanor is furious, not for being upstaged or whatever, but at the idea of his son suffering for him, more than he already has
(Fingon got to see a glimpse of red hair that burned like molten lava in the Halls before Maedhros was taken again. He closed his eyes for just a moment to feel and settle his grief before moving into action once again)
As per their agreement, Maedhros must save a life for every one he and his kin have ruined, however, he is not sent back as an Elf, but instead is reborn again and again in the form of Men and Dwarves and Hobbits with their mortal lifespans and limitations. He struggles with each rebirth to remember the last one, for mortal memories are so flawed compared to those of the Elves, but he gets the sensation of deja vu often and has strange dreams, and knows he has a Purpose.
But no matter the life he lives, he always has brilliant red hair, his eyes are always light in colour if not grey, he is always tall for his race, and at some point in his life he will loose a hand. Its not always in response to the Enemy- one lifetime he was whittling a toy horse and cut his palm, which became so infected that it had to be amputated.
He goes around helping people, as a doctor, a smith, a teacher, but more often than not he feels at home with a blade in his hand and the burden of responsibility for a people on his shoulders. He has led armies, villages, bands of mercenaries, counciled lords and ladies, and on one occasion commanded a ship full of Men. He never knows why he has such a drive to help people, why helping makes him feel so guilty, why he has nightmares of dark shadows and pain and three brilliant lights, why the chill of winter makes him feel safe, why he's always wanted a large family yet never once in all his reincarnation has had any desire to marry.
That is, until one day when he is reborn as a Man by the name of Doegred, he is take to the sea side by his parents as a gift for his 6th birthday. He looks west and is filled with such a profound longing that when asked whats wrong, he points towards the setting sun and says "i used to live there. I miss my home." As the sun sets, and as his parents digest the strange statement of their son, a voice comes floating by on the wind.
Its melodic, but melancholic in such a profound way that it moves all those that hear it to tears. Young Doegred tears away from his parents and races down the sand towards the vpice, red hair snapping behind him like licks of flame. Once his parents catch up to him, they are met with a strange scene.
An Elf, for no other being is as tall or looks as beautiful even in such a neglected state, is knelt on the shore, weeping and clutching their son to him as if he is afraid he'll vanish if he lets go. Doegred, for all that is worth, is making calming soothing croons while patting the matted hair of the Elf. He looks up at his parents, and with a glint in his blue eyes that almost makes them look grey, says "this is my younger brother. I left him behind once and I dont plan on doing so again."
(When they go home, it is with a much cleaner elf named Maglor in tow and much confused acceptance as two exasperated parents of a strange child can bare.)
Maglor stays in their village for a time, helping Doegred help others, until the Man becomes 18 and is leaving home for an adventure. He takes Maglor with him to the Elven city of Eregion, where they meet with the Elven lord there and much tears are shed. Doegred slowly begins to remember his past lives, reliving moments in dreams and second hand from tales told by Maglor and Celebrimbor. They in turn start to learn the full details of his agreement with Eru, of the burden he placed on his shoulders for his kin.
He helps his former nephew with the more political side of running his city, and tries his best to ignore the reverent whispering of the Feanorian Elves. Celebrimbor, not wanting to the news of his guests to spread, shuts his city's gates to outsiders and turns away a slightly peeved Maia in the process.
Doegred ages, as all Men do and it isn't long by Elven standards that he is once again on his deathbed and soon ready to start life once again, to have another turn at penance for he and his family- even if he still does not fully remember them. When Doegred closes his eyes for the last time a city wails at loss, and scouting parties are sent out in search of a red haired babe.
A red dawn breaks with a hobbit babe opening grey eyes for the first time. Black smog forms from the mountains in the southeast. War is the horizon. And a boat sailing from the west comes with two passengers bearing ill tidings and offering support against the growing Evil.
One has hair of spun golden silk, the other with braids of thick ebony ropes. One carries a sword and a flag with a golden flower. The other has only a harp and a bow.
Within the safety of Gladden Fields, the new Hobbit mother adorns her baby's swaddle with a golden ribbon. It seems like it will bring good luck
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It's just me and my increasingly elaborate headcanons for unnamed female characters in Tolkien's works against the world.
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lenin-it-to-win-it · 2 years
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legolas son of thranduil greenleaf
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leggy-lass · 18 days
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A family tree for Legolas! His mama is never mentioned in canon so I like to give her a little attention. I also am a fan of the Thranduil is blind in both eyes theory so I included two versions of him.
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legolasghosty · 17 days
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58 please 😁
Hehe of course! More Holograms! The plot continues (wow this is a lot of plot for me, I'm not sure if I'm worried or impressed...)...
Julie couldn’t help but be reminded of all the little puzzles her mom would make for her and her brothers when they were younger. Though this went far beyond word scrambles stuck in her school lunches that spelled out what they’d have for dessert that night, or logic puzzles to find out where Rose had booked a gig with her band over dinner. It felt a little more like the treasure hunt Julie had gotten for her 10th birthday, taking her all over the neighborhood before she got her big present. Just… a whole lot bigger.
(Send me a number and I'll write that many words for my WIP and show you!)
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sesamenom · 6 months
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here's some eriador nandor as nomads in the dunland area
(somewhat inspired by cave creature thingol)
i feel like they would favor varda as Lord of Arda over manwe, since without the treelight, their only light source would be the light of her stars + her creations are basically the only ones they're guaranteed to see every day/night.
some groups of the eriador nandor (namely lenwe's group) created glowy starlight tattoos (like a wearable version of feanor's artificial gems) as a dedication to varda (and a convenient light source). and since it's mostly dark except for the starlight, they have purple/sable face paint for war/hunting to enhance the glowy starlight effect. they mostly stop doing this after the rising, though, since the sun/moonlight makes the contrast less effective than regular green/brown camo, and it becomes more of a traditional than practical thing. (maeglin got his color scheme from the sable paint)
eol is one of the former-nomadic-nandor laegrim who migrated sometime in the first age and ended up in nan elmoth (his starlight tattoos eventually faded bc he spent too much time either indoors or in a very dark magic forest and also he was evil so varda stopped recharging him or something)
the rising of the moon and sun + morgoth + men + migration of laegrim leads to an erosion of nandorin nomadic culture (since its a lot harder to wander around mostly-peacefully stargazing when the continent is suddenly full of orcs and men) and by the third age there are like three nandorin nomads left around the southern coastal region
the oldest nandor (born between cuivienen and the rising) are more cave-creature-y, with semi-translucent skin, really big dark blue eyes (like the waters of cuvienen at night), and extra good night vision but worse normal light and color vision. the ones born after the rising have normal skin and eyes, though most of them still have the white/silver teleri hair.
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meteors-lotr · 2 years
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Leena, holding a mug that says "World's Best Mom": Oh Legolas, you shouldn't have!
Thranduil, holding a mug that says "a dad": Yeah Legolas, you shouldn't have
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