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wordbunch · 11 months

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the fellowship in a college dorm

a/n.... uhhHHH this is a thing..... i have nothing to say in my defense. have fun 💛

warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed i guess? but literally just mentions.

Aragorn + Boromir: they actually bicker a surprising amount, but they’re the only ones allowed to talk shit about each other // every other night they accidentally end up talking until like 2 a.m. and having a heart-to-heart // neither of them likes cleaning but they will definitely grumpily do it when it’s their turn // Aragorn makes tea a lot and he has a collection with various tea flavors // also he is outside a lot so he isn’t even in the room that much and on the outside Boromir is like hell yes 😎😏 but actually he’s like 😔😔😔 // Boromir wants to have a pet but it’s not allowed so he feeds birds or stray cats outside // Aragorn will eat whatever is in the fridge, no matter how old, and miraculously never get sick // Boromir’s guilty pleasure are long showers // Faramir is the lil brother who studies abroad but likes to come visit and then he crashes in their room but he lowkey hates the mess and he gives the room a deep clean every single time // in return Boromir and Aragorn take him to cool places and buy him food and they act responsible when Faramir gets wasted (he is a total lightweight) // their room is right underneath Merry and Pippin and they often wonder WHAT is happening upstairs🤨 // generally they’re very decent neighbors to have except for when Faramir comes to visit, then they get up to shenanigans because they wanna be those Super Cool Big Brothers who do all sorts of “forbidden” things with the lil bro and living it up 🤪// surprisingly (or not??) Boromir is the one who always organizes things like ‘the secret santa’ for the dorm squad also he is the designated “bring the bluetooth speaker” guy // Aragorn likes to make and build DIY stuff + Boromir is prone to accidentally breaking things = bad combo // however it will usually get smoothed over with a beer or two, which is usually how they solve their lil conflicts 🍻

Legolas + Gimli: the LIGHTEST sleeper sharing a dorm with the one who snores like a truck and cannot be woken up, if not by a nuclear attack // Legolas immediately invested in ear plugs and he just lays down looking at the ceiling for hours on end while Gimli happily sleeps // Legolas tries to have aesthetically pleasing decorations and he definitely has quite a few plants on his side of the room, but he really. loves. stickers. so his aesthetic goes out the window pretty quickly, and suddenly there’s stickers everywhere // Gimli has posters of like, rock and metal bands on the walls and one pinboard dedicated exclusively to concert & festival tickets // he also likes to play loud music with open windows and sometimes Legolas wants to STRANGLE him, but eventually he realizes he will miss it when the semester is over (and he will miss the snoring too) 🥺🥺🥺// strands of fallen hair everywhere. everywhere. // also both of them have lots of hair products, but obviously for very different hair types so… chaos ensues if they accidentally switch them (accidentally? Merry and Pippin have entered the chat.👀) // Gimli eats all of Legolas’ leftovers // Legolas 100% asks super weird questions at like 3 in the morning and he most definitely has a 13 step skincare routine // once he was doing skincare in the middle of the night, because he can study well at night and then he needs to unwind, and fsr Gimli woke up and was scared shitless by Legolas in a face mask // Legolas lounges around in tights and always ALWAYS has a witty comment for any situation or person // out of everyone, they’re the pair of roommates with the biggest differences, but they bully each other affectionately the most and they bond A LOT over secretly talking shit about others; however, nobody else in the 500 mile radius isn’t allowed to say a single bad thing about their friends // Gimli will drink straight outta the carton/bottle/whatever, while Legolas uses fancy thrifted champagne glasses to drink WATER✨

Merry + Pippin: their room is the designated hangout place // more often than not there’s at least one more person in the room just chilling // also they got The Weed…so maybe that’s why?? ☘️☘️ // literally never a quiet moment // the room is a mess but it’s never dirty! it’s just organized chaos and both of them always know where everything is // posters, random trinkets, a collection of random bottle caps or something like that // Merry has fairy lights and quite a few books and he’s used to completely tuning out Pippin’s random rambling while reading/studying // Pippin sings in the shower (basically canon actually) and loses track of time and suddenly the whole floor is complaining about not having warm water // they go over to hang with Boromir when Aragorn is off to who knows where // they wear each other’s clothes almost always and have a pretty much shared wardrobe at this point // accidentally almost burned down or flooded the room more than once but they REALLY like scented candles!! // Merry has some miserable old acoustic guitar and thinks he is A Musician and Songwriter™ (everyone except Sam is like no <3) // pre-drinks before going out are ALWAYS in their room and then others accidentally leave some of their stuff there; the following week Pippin just appears in a band tshirt (of a band he doesn’t even know) that might have belonged to Gimli at some point… 🤫// when Pippin talks gibberish in his sleep, Merry records it and plays it during hangouts // Merry, Frodo and Legolas have a mini book club but a wildly different taste in books // when Pippin goes to someone else’s room, he will point at things on the shelves/walls and ask a hundred ‘and where’s that from’s’ 👀// so many times something (better than someone!) accidentally fell through the window and then Aragorn or Boromir caught it downstairs // they would really like a pet but they can’t so once Pippin caught a butterfly in a jar as a pet substitute, but felt too bad and released it almost immediately🥺 // Merry likes to play therapist for others but… take his advice at your own risk

Frodo + Sam: literally the quietest room ever, others sometimes wonder if they’re alive // of course Sam has as many plants on the windowsill as possible // Frodo has a nice little book collection and some old maps as wall decor and also he likes collecting nice stuff like postcards or magnets // they have an air humidifier and scented candles and it’s the coziest room for sleeping 😌😌😌// so their friends will gladly crash there for a nap, especially after an exam or a party // also they have some nice herbal soaps // obligatory classical/instrumental music for studying // Sam obviously uses the common kitchen the most, and he always makes too much of everything and then feeds his friends, and even leaves some leftovers in the kitchen so that others from the building can freely take it 💖// Sam and Aragorn are those that are called when something needs a quick fix, like a leaking tap in the bathroom or sth // Frodo is one of those people that are like, resident advice giver, but Legolas is surprisingly nosy?? so he will just drop by (with an obligatory snack) to listen to whoever is spilling their woes to Frodo // neither Sam nor Frodo really have the heart to yell at Merry and Pippin when they’re being too wild, but ONCE it was just too much and it was during exam season, and they enlisted Gimli to help them pull a prank in which he pretended to be a security guard threatening to throw out Merry and Pippin 😈// Gimli has a really soft spot for these two idk, he’ll be like “if anyone EVER bullies you-” // Sam falls fatally in love with someone every other week and he will literally sit by the window and sigh and stare into the distance while Frodo is trying not to die laughing // they have a little projector that they bring for movie nights // Frodo made a groupchat for all of them… resulting in even more tomfoolery <3

i’ll be sappy for a moment and say i’m grateful for all the fun and crazy times i’ve had in my dorm life... it’s been good thanks 4 everything 🥰

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nihilizzzm · 7 months

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lotr modern au — college settings

Also I thought about it while writing Moria the bar au, in which Gimli owns a bar, Legolas is his bf and Boromir is working there as a bartender to be able to pay rent. And Aragorn comes in one day with his childhood friend Legolas and stuff happen.

Stuff, meaning Boromir from the very first second develops a big, awkward crush on Aragorn. He’s just like “oh shit, i should be working, stop staring, o fuck, a pretty man, fuck—”.

And Aragorn is more like “what a handsome, awkward man, he’s totally staring, he looks so stupid right now, i might just want to ask him out”.

Boromir’s coworker Éomer is very aware of what’a going on and he has time of his life watching it. Gimli is just rolling his eyes at his bf Legolas, who is sitting somewhere, grinning like an idiot, because everything is going just as he planned it.

And just to make it more visual, my Pinterest suggested me those photos and that is exactly how I imagine them, if we are talking movie inspired.

This is all just a suggestion, I’m just throwing out what my brain gave birth to. I started writing it, maybe i will finish, maybe not. But thinking about it made me happy so maybe you’ll like it too

#lotr #boromir #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #aragorn #aragorn x boromir #legolas #gimli #eomer #lotr modern au #lotr fanfic #lotr prompts

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meteors-lotr · 1 month

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Barduil fam movieset AU

Retired broadway star!Bard X Disgraced former diva!Thranduil, with their children Legolas the makeup artist, Sigrid the score composer, Bain the stunt man and Tilda the pyrotechnician

Additionally Gimli working in the prop department, Aragorn in costumes, Boromir as a fight choreographer, and the hobbits as interns

Éowyn and Éomer as animal handlers, Faramir as on set medic, Gandalf as a senior actor, and I can just keep going

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sotwk · 9 months

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Hello! I'm not sure if my question will meet the criteria you posted regarding asks/headcannons/fanfics (itz my first time hehe), but I gotta ask 😅: If Thranduil, his wife, and the 5 brothers had lived in the modern times, what would their lives be like (ex. jobs, lifestyles, modern interests, etc.)? Basically a modern au of sorts...? I understand if you do not answer my question if it really didn't meet the criteria, but if you do answer, thanks in advance!

MODERN AU: THE ROYAL FAMILY OF MIRKWOOD

The House of Thranduil

Modern AU set in the United States (this writer is American and doesn't want to embarrass herself speaking of other countries, lol)

Fair Warning: This entire family is ridiculously accomplished in this AU, but this is clearly fictional so just ride along the fantasy with me!

Apologies for the length and infodump style--my mind really ran off with this concept!

Thranduil, The Patriarch

Businessman/CEO and 4th generation landowner.

Land ownership currently includes 1 million acres of timberland around the West Coast.

Business holdings include logging, saw mills, wineries, and forest-product manufacturing companies that employs thousands of employees.

Attended Wharton School to study business but dropped out in his third year when his father passed; (reluctantly) took over the company at 21 years old to prevent it from being seized by his father's scheming partners.

Met and fell in love with Maereth, a classmate at Wharton, but she was already in a relationship with someone else.

Continued to pursue her over the course of 10 years until they finally wed right before he turned 30.

His family home is a 2,000-acre ranch in Northwest Oregon, but he travels constantly all over the country.

During the economic downturn, saved the business and his people's livelihood by selling off a third of the family's acreage.

Refuses opportunities to expand in favor of maintaining fair wages for his employees and ethical and environmentally sound practices.

Personal hobbies include breeding and racing horses, outdoor activities, wine-collecting, and travel.

Despite rubbing elbows with powerful, rich businessmen like himself, he despises that crowd and spends only as much time with them as necessary for business.

His closest friends are the folks in his small hometown and the employees who work alongside him.

Maereth, The Matriarch

Born to a lower-middle class family from Scranton, Pennsylvania. Father was a construction laborer and mother was a part-time receptionist.

The middle child and only daughter; has 3 brothers.

Only one in her family to attend and finish college.

Practically engaged to her boyfriend at the time she met Thranduil.

Despite her rejecting Thranduil's advances and professions of love because of her existing relationship, she felt attracted to him and could not bring herself to forget him. They maintained a friendship after Thranduil dropped out of Wharton and moved back West.

Once her relationship with her boyfriend ended, Thranduil resumed courting her, but she rejected his marriage proposal out of a desire to pursue a career on her own.

Started her own company and ran it for several years before selling it at a large profit. Used the money to pay off her family's loans and help her parents retire.

Was finally won over by Thranduil's persistence and obvious devotion, and agreed to marry him.

Gave birth to their five sons over the course of a single decade.

Raised her children as a stay-at-home mom until they all reached their teens.

Currently sits on the board of the family's corporation and serves as the Chief HR Officer.

Chairs the family's private foundation that gives millions to charitable causes annually.

Is a talented crafter, craftsman, and builder, more so than her husband and most of her sons (except for Mirion), with enough skill to complete simple remodels on her own. She is the ultimate DIYer who dives eagerly into manual labor, which is one of the things Thranduil admires most in her.

Is also a successful gardener, able to keep flourishing backyard gardens that bear flowers, fruits, and vegetables of different kinds.

Spends most of her free time on endless home improvement projects or traveling as needed to visit her sons.

Mirion, eldest son - The Heir

The dutiful son who accepted his role as the eventual heir to the company. Started shadowing his father as a teen.

Married to his high school sweetheart, with whom he has two children (so far the only grandchildren of Thranduil and Maereth).

Lettered in 3 high school sports: baseball, football, and track, but discontinued sports in college to focus on academics.

Holds a degree in materials engineering from Carnegie Mellon University.

Upon marrying, settled his family at a ranch house in Oregon to stay close to his parents and majority of their holdings.

Started his own construction company that eventually became a part of the family conglomerate.

Was a stay-at-home dad for several years to allow his physician wife to return to her small town practice.

Attends many high-profile social engagements on behalf of his parents.

The ultimate dad: very involved in his kids' lives and is beloved by their friends; their home is a popular hangout for the neighborhood kids.

Constantly hit on by single moms and dads; unfortunately for them, he is singularly obsessed with his wife.

Had a very brief stint as a commercial model during his college years, and agents often suggest he return to it--but he has zero interest.

Very down-to-earth and a homebody outside of work. Leans towards introversion.

Favorite past times: DIY projects around his house, fixing up old cars, riding his horses, playing with his dogs, and having neighbors over for big backyard BBQs.

The closest thing the family has to a cowboy. The only one of his brothers to reside in a rural area and the only one besides their parents to own and keep horses.

Turhir, second-born son - The Soldier

Knew early on that he wanted to travel the world and serve his country as a soldier in the armed forces.

Enlisted in the US Navy straight out high school and became a SEAL.

Joined DEVGRU (Seal Team Six) where he became the officer of an assault squadron.

Has been in back-to-back tours of duty since his first deployment at age 19.

Has a running count of 10 combat tours, which would have been more if not for an entire year sidelined while he recovered from a serious spine injury that almost left him paralyzed.

Is quietly the most decorated Navy SEAL in history, with commendations that include two Silver Stars, three Bronze Stars, five Purple Hearts, the Navy Cross, and the highest honor: the Medal of Honor.

The perpetual nomad/couch surfer and the only brother not to own his own residence.

Was cheated on by his girlfriend while he was away on deployment. Never recovered from the heartbreak and has had no serious relationships since.

Favorite past times: Training for triathlons (running, swimming and biking), spending time with his brothers, reading novels.

Has competed in the Ironman World Championship and Badwater Ultramarathon.

Consumes paperback novels like water; buys them from used book stores and then donates to libraries afterward.

Frequently does hands-on volunteer work for charities like Habitat for Humanity and local food banks.

Suffers from PTSD and depression, which he manages with medication and regular therapy.

Absolutely detests social media and refuses to engage in any of it.

Avoids press attention like a plague. Does not attend big social functions with his family unless begged to by his mother.

Stays so far away from the limelight, the press/media sometimes forgets he is part of Thranduil's famous family.

Arvellas, middle-born son - The Genius

A bonafide genius with an IQ of 165, tested when he was only 12 years old; was subsequently accepted into Mensa.

Although he was a clearly gifted child, his mother declined to accelerate his education or place him in a different school from his brothers. She believed it was more important for him to enjoy as normal a childhood as possible.

Started college at Stanford University at the fairly typical age of 17, but completed his premed degree within two years and was a Doctor of Medicine by 26.

Not a practicing physician since he has instead devoted himself to a career in medical research, specifically in developing targeted treatments for aggressive cancers.

In addition to his MD, he holds graduate degrees in biochemistry and biophysics.

Has more trophies and accolades than all his brothers combined, all of them for intellectual achievements in various fields.

Holds over a dozen patents for different scientific devices, processes, and formulas.

A polyglot who speaks 8 foreign languages conversationally, including Spanish, Mandarin, German, Italian, French, Arabic, Hindi, and Japanese. Once he has gained fluency in one language, he immediately starts studying another.

Also speaks at least a couple of constructed languages from sci-fi/fantasy worlds.

On a dare from his younger brothers, took and aced the LSATs and was accepted to several Ivy League law schools, though he never attended.

Stays in athletic shape through biking, swimming, and playing tennis.

Reads (and collects) comics and graphic novels as often as he reads scientific journals.

Goes to at least one comic con a year as his schedule allows.

Wears a coat and tie even more frequently than his father does.

Has been with the same romantic partner for the last 5 years, but has shown no signs of getting married.

Gelir, fourth-born son - The Adventurer

A wildlife biologist and rehabilitation specialist with degrees in zoology and veterinary medicine.

Specialty is working with and rehabilitating wild mammals. His favorite animal is the wolverine, which was the first truly wild creature he had rescued and nursed back to health early in his career.

Prefers to do contract work with non-profit organizations, which enables him to continue travelling due to a a less-restrictive schedule.

Also does a lot of short-lived gig work on the side that allows him to engage in his hobbies while earning. Examples are working as a safari guide, a park ranger, or climbing instructor.

An avid (almost obsessive) outdoor adventurer who avoids spending time in cities as much as possible, and likes to explore new remote locations through camping and hiking.

A skilled climber with experience in nearly all types, including free soloing, mountaineering, and ice climbing.

A licensed scuba diver and skilled surfer and rafter. Swims like a fish.

Licensed to pilot private planes, drive motorcycles, and drive boats.

Most widely traveled member of his family, having been to every continent in the world, including Antarctica.

Only one in his family who can speak an African language (Swahili), which he likes to crow to Arvellas about.

Has made a conscious decision to keep/owns no pets, due to his frequent travels making him unable to properly care for one.

The eternal bachelor whose interest rarely goes beyond a few dates; has never been in a serious relationship and understands his restless wandering would make him a terrible boyfriend.

Was previously reluctant to put himself and his work in front of a camera, but realized (through his brother Legolas) that he can make a good amount of money by creating and posting videos on social media--money that would fund his travels and exploits.

Has been approached by major producers to host his own adventure show series, but prefers to work with independent filmmakers on legitimate documentaries.

Legolas, youngest son - The Celebrity

Professional footballer. Star striker of the US Men's National Soccer Team and the Seattle Sounders FC.

Career achievements include an Olympic bronze medal, an MLS (Major League Soccer) Cup, and a FIFA World Cup (a US first!).

The most independently wealthy of all the brothers due to multi- million dollar endorsements that include Adidas and Pepsi.

Has his own staff that includes a personal assistant, a publicist/social media manager, a private chef, and very hardworking sports agent.

A social media star with a following of 50 million in Instagram and still climbing, making him by far the most famous one in his family.

Is occasionally able to convince Gelir to do adventure/extreme sports-related videos with him, which always go viral. While Legolas does it for the fun and bonding experience, Gelir agrees to do it mostly for the money. On rarer occasions, he is able to convince Mirion to participate as well, when it has a fundraising aspect.

Diagnosed with both dyslexia and ADHD, which he manages with medication.

Aside from playing soccer and other traditional team sports, his hobbies include extreme/adventure sports such as skiing, snowboarding, windsurfing, mountain biking, skydiving, and paragliding.

Also a talented sketch and comic artist who occasionally shares his works online.

His favorite charitable activity is visiting children's hospitals, (including making sizeable donations), and has been requested several times by the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Constantly being romantically linked to celebrities, less than half of which are actually true.

Receives a lot of attention from women and is frequently pursued by them. In all the "noise" on top of being in the public eye, he finds it challenging to find partners to genuinely fall in love with.

Tends to struggle with periods of loneliness, during which he seeks refuge in his family.

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chickentenderx · 10 days

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GUYS I’ve heard so many of you talking about modern au fics but I have yet to find ANY. PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME I WILL CRY

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annajolras · 2 years

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Eowyn and Faramir 🌿🤍

Companion piece to my arawen modern au🥰

#eowyn x faramir #eowyn of rohan #faramir son of denethor #lotr fanart #lotr #tolkien #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr modern au #modern au #fan art #farawyn #eowyn x faramir fanart #lord and lady of ithilien #rohan #gondor #digital art #my art

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cartoon-aragorn · 8 months

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Legolas Working at the Trailer Park Office

#Legolas #lotr modern au #lotr #lord of the rings #mirkwood #lotr fanart #lotr shitpost

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tathrin · 1 year

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Hey Tolkien fandom, anyone want to do some world-building? I’m thinking we should come up with some Modern AU Middle-earth Car Makes/Models and toss them out into the world for folks to use freely in their stories.

For instance, a rugged but light-weight off-road vehicle (a jeep, maybe, or something like a jeep?) called the Ranger.

Then there should be some kind of Hobbitish ATV/four-wheeler for trundling around the Shire, especially Tookland...maybe called something like a Smial Wheeler? Or a Tookland Rumbler? idk

Rohan should have something like that too. Maybe call it a Mark-wheeler? A UTV/SSV design might be better for Rohan actually, even more rugged. Heck, maybe even give them the occasional Unimog if you want.

And there definitely ought to be some kind of Haradrim Sandrail...

What about the Baggins Adventurevan, a Hobbit-sized campervan in which one can go on an adventure in proper comfort?

The Tunneler, a Landrover-type car made by (and sized for) Dwarves?

I’m sure folks who know more about cars than I do can come up with more and better ideas, so please don’t be shy!

#even if you don't have any ideas to add please reblog if you post tolkien stuff so we can get a wide range of folks involved #tolkien #lotr #lotr modern au #modern lotr au #lord of the rings #world building #dwarves #hobbits #rohirrim #lotr fanfiction

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greenlaut · 1 year

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sons of gondor ⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

#lotr men in skirts >>>>>>>#boromir is not upset btw hes just zoning out #denethors not there n theres no threat n hes surrounded by the two ppl he loved most #he can finally chill. no thoughts only elevator song in his head #aragorn took the gondor bros to the highway spot #he found it while hes walking aimlessly at 4 am. it has nice views #legolas took the picture #theyre gonna go get soda pops from vending machine n buy sandwiches from a deli after this #faramir likes wearing skirts after aragorn n legolas got him into it. its fun n cosy. nice swooshes #lotr #lord of the rings #fellowship of the ring #the fellowship of the ring #tolkien #my art #aragorn #boromir #faramir #LoTR modern AU #lord of the rings modern au #estel #jrr tolkien #tolkien books #aragorn son of arathorn #boromir son of denethor #faramir son of denethor #strider

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apinkheartinmiddle-earth · 1 year

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éowyn, doing a bad impression of her husband: hey shawty my name is faramir but i want you fara-near me, y’know what i’m saying

faramir: …

faramir: i do not sound like that

éowyn: but your eyes say it when you look at me :3

faramir: *sighs then embraces her*

#lotr incorrect quotes #tolkien incorrect quotes #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #eowyn #faramir #farawyn #faramir x eowyn #text #eowyn x faramir #lotr modern au

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ithilwen-lionheart · 2 years

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Home is where the heart is: Home is where you are - Legolas x Modern Day!Reader

Alternatively:

Ignorance is your new bestfriend

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[ Part 1. Work Text: ]

It had already been a few months since Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm appeared right at her doorstep.

It was on one of those quiet nights she spent home in the company of an ongoing marathon of The Lord of The Rings after yet another re-run of The Hobbit that a sudden lightning storm had struck their area and disrupted all nearby electrical connections. The rain poured hard and fast outside, practically pounding on the roof that she nearly missed the timid knocking on her front door. It was only when the rapping grew in both persistence and urgency that it was eventually made known to her.

She remembered lethargically pulling herself up to her feet from where she laid comfortably curled on her gargantuan bean bag, cautiously padding through the carpeted floors of her room down the stairs dressed in worn pajamas that heavily clashed with her mismatched socks- clothes she previously swore she would not be caught dead wearing.

It just so happened then that like some demented punchline, opening her front door had brought her face-to-face with a drenched and achingly familiar elf she spent a good few minutes gawking at. Not too long ago he was just on the other side of her screen, the entirety of him mere pixels and lights and an abused replay button and now he stood before her with a knuckle raised halfway into yet another knock.

She didn't know what was considered a normal response in the face of such abnormality. It wasn't something that happened often enough to be gleaned from everyday conversation nor had it been mainstream or downright bananas enough to make it into any form of media she had come across previously and so she was left with very little choice but to move on to the next phase of the every day flesh bag's tried-and-tested response to shock.

Confusion. Eyes previously wide as saucers narrowed into a squint, mouth gaping animatedly alongside scrunching brows.

The equally confused blond decided to break the silence by coughing uncomfortably into the fist he made out of the hand he previously had poised mid-air.

"So sorry about that, " the girl scratched the back of her head with an embarrassed laugh. A part of her nagged that it was a stupid decision she was making, one that she might regret later on but then the other part of her had been equally persistent as it argued that the consequences for this is a later problem.

She had not once been glad of her track-record for stupid decisions before now, "It's raining hard outside and you're drenched. Come, let's get you dry." she opened the door wider to let him in, her other hand making vague gestures in invitation.

Legolas' elegant brows furrowed at the much unexpected proposition and remained rooted to where he stood on the front porch, "I appreciate your offer, my lady, truly." he began tentatively, genuine gratitude budding in the light of his eyes and the soft smile on his face, "However, is it not unwise to invite a stranger inside your home at such an hour, especially when, " he spared a quick glance at the interior of the house before turning back to meet her eyes, "-you are presumably alone."

The young woman blinked. For someone who is in blatant need of help, he sure does have a way to make someone second guess it, "Okay, but-" she dragged the words as if every sound brought her closer to a final decision on just exactly what to do with the elf on her front porch, "-you did knock on my door in the middle of a storm so I assumed you needed help. Don't you? Need help, I mean." A fair blonde head nodded at this, "I see..." she trailed off and narrowly fails resisting the urge to roll her eyes, if you do need help then maybe it's not the best idea to advise people against it she sighed internally, outwardly however, she clapped her hands once and beamed, "Right! Then maybe we could begin with introductions? I'm (Y/N)! Are you by any chance Orlando Bloom?" She tilted her head to the side, leaning ever so slightly in careful scrutiny of the stranger outside her door, "Or a devoted cosplayer?" if he were then she had to hand it to him, he is good. He had everything down to the tee: the elaborate elvish garbs, the makeup, the intricate points of his elvish ears, the weighted weapons -she had to ask him where he commissioned those, no doubt it costed a fortune but it looked to be worth every penny- even his hair and his eyes looked so damn natural.

"Pardon?" even his mystification seemed so real, so canonical, (Y/N) bites down on a squeal, perhaps he also took acting classes -maybe improv? "I do not know the beings that belonged to the names you spoke of, my lady." there was that dimple between his brows and it made the sides of his eyes wrinkle -adorably so, (Y/N) surmised- there was a pause between them before he seemingly gathered his bearings and placed a hand to his chest before extending it towards the her, "I am Legolas of the Greenwoods, son of Thranduil, sentry to The Fellowship..." He trailed off, disquieted by what (Y/N) assumed was the knowing and almost teasing smirk she had felt lifting the side of her lips. He took in his surroundings once before seemingly just remembering to bow as an after-thought.

"I don't know if you left out the fact that you're a prince on purpose or if it was never in your character to introduce your father as king." (Y/N) raised a curious brow before pulling back to lean against her doorframe, "Perhaps those are points you might want to consider next you introduce yourself. The movies do not make it any easier now does it? All of your introductions were made by someone else." she hums in thought.

Consternation sparked in those light blue irises. All 6ft of lithe sinew strung into unadulterated wariness, his defensive posture had been notably akin to a bow being drawn, "How do you know that my father is king?" there was an edge to his otherwise downy voice that made (Y/N) pause.

"I," (E/C) blinked in dawning albeit baffling realization. It was the bona fide Prince of Mirkwood at her doorstep -or was it Greenwood? As he was before her, she found herself with very little tell to discern the current state of his homeland. Still, it remained that there was no mistaking the genuine astonishment that colored over the usual serenity on his face. There had been an authenticity to him and his body language that not even some loony con-man worth his salt was capable of wearing, never mind the expanding discomfiture swirling in the depths of eyes that practically stabbed her heart into succumbing to empathy.

She had always been easy game, almost to a fault- and so there was no surprise to be found on her and hers when she grabbed the elf prince's hand and pulled him into her home- muddy boots, soaked clothes and all, "In all honesty, a lot of what I have to say might just serve to complicate matters even more for you." she began, lips stretched into a grimace as she locked the door behind her, "If there is anything important you'd have to know though, it's that this," She spread her arms wide at her sides, "-is Earth. Just Earth. Not Middle Earth."

(Y/N) knew she had been an utter arse for dismissing the look of abject horror on the elf's face in favor of further putting him under her telescope and tiptoeing to tug on the points of his ears, "You are far far away from home, dear prince." she uttered absent-mindedly, thoroughly transfixed with the elf's mystical appendages. Real. These are real elf ears.

Legolas had let out a sound of pain and attempted to pull away from her prodding hands, "I must implore that you refrain from touching, my lady. An elf's ear tend to feel much profoundly in comparison to the average man's." He gently grabbed her hands and lowered it with a lingering grimace on his handsome face.

The (H/C)-nette fought back a mad blush as she abruptly took her hands back in embarrassment, "Right! I'm sorry about that. I'll just go and get you some fresh clothes. Maybe run you a bath." She offered also by means of setting a more appropriate course of action for her to take- at the very least until she was once again derailed upon taking notice of the armor that laid above the dampened tunic he wore, and then the sheer number of weaponry he had on his very being.

A pair of knives were sheathed on the leather resting against his back, competing in space along with a quiver of arrows; a sword was strapped around his waist and his bow was held over one shoulder. Anyone who would see that collection of sharp objects on a single person -never mind one dressed so fantastically- would either run for the hills, dial 911 or poke fun at him.

(Y/N) did not like the idea of the last one in the slightest.

Not to mention that his choice of weapons are considered in this day and age from a bygone era. Should anyone nurse the savage penchant for blood, they are likely to use a gun or an explosive. Swift and efficient without requiring the trouble of retrieving anything in the aftermath.

But it wasn't something she would ever tell Legolas, not when he was well enough with his bow and his arrows- especially not when he held the former so lovingly as he does now and in battle.

What she did actually say as ushered the elf to follow her upstairs to her bedroom had been, "Your weapons would obviously have to stay in my room. No need to carry them around here at all times."

For a graceful sentinel who could very easily snap her neck if he wished, Legolas looked openly hesitant to follow her lead. She hadn't been able to place it then if it was because she told him to discard his weapons or because she would be taking him to her room. Although looking into her obsession with the elvish race, (Y/N) surmised that it might have had something to do with their more traditional culture.

It hadn't meant as much to her, but perhaps to him it might as well have been an invitation to her bed. The thought sent blood rushing to her cheeks- she wouldn't mind following through that misinterpretation one bit, however she was almost certain Legolas wouldn't share the same sentiment.

Upon their arrival to her room, it had not once escaped her how the prince marveled at the space. It took her half a mind to guide him inside the bathroom and not humor him with a short spiel for each one of the bits and bobs that littered her sanctuary if only to prevent any more droplets of water from staining the carpet- they were a menace to maintain, never mind to dry and clean when wet.

Leading him further into the adjoining bathroom, she had introduced him to the tub, the shower, the toilet, and what bathing paraphernalia she had at her disposal.

"Would you like a simple shower or a long soak?" She had asked then as she gathered an array of soaps and shampoos, shower gels and bath salts and placed them on a wooden basket on the edge of the tub. Legolas turned to her from where she knelt in front of him, decidedly abandoning his attempt at fiddling with the foreign contraption that stuck out from the walls- faucets.

"I... do not understand." He said in all honesty, bending down slightly to inspect the variety of items inside the basket, his curiosity was piqued by the assortment of bottled colors and scents, "What are these?" He held a cherry-blossom shower gel on one hand and a jasmine body wash on the other.

(Y/N) vividly remembers the felicity that bubbled in her chest as she chuckled and pointed at each of the bottles, "That, my prince, is a shower gel, the other one is body wash." She then proceeded to turn on the faucets. It was no easy task to opt for doting on him over gushing at how cute his ignorance had been, thankfully she managed, "I personally think I should run you a bath after being drenched in the downpour outside." Warm water gushed out of the spout and began filling the tub.

The fascination that bloomed on the elf's face then had made it to her list of favored memories. "This is a faucet." (Y/N) began, at the blond archer's persisting perplexity, she expounded, "It produces the water that you would be needing to fill this baby over here," she ran a hand over the smooth surface of her large tub. Being a bath junkie, she had worked no small amount of minor jobs to afford it and thus the tub very easily became one of her most prized possessions- odd as it might be in comparison to what would usually pass as a treasured belonging for most people around her age.

To share such a gem of hers to a stranger- the affronted face that Legolas made at the mention of 'baby' was enough to flush out any and all undue possessiveness she had before then out of her system. (Y/N) found that if the spoils of her retail therapy was all it took to coax such delightful expressions out of such a darling face, everything that is hers is henceforth his.

Unsurprisingly, Legolas did take the word literally and was a trigger happy finger away from bursting into hysterics at the idea that a baby was in fact buried under or molded into the thing and why. (Y/N) need only think about the noise complaint the prince's unceremonious panicking would send their way and she was quickly interjecting before the elf could even so much as breathe his readying breath, "This is a bath tub. Tubs are usually made of steel, marble or ceramic."

Not babies.

Not once had she dreamed of a day wherein she would be breaking down her facilities in such a way, "-no actual babies were ever harmed in the creation of this thing. No little human flesh, bones or organs anywhere near, beneath, or within it. No reason to fret." She spared the elf a mild levelled look before taking the liberty of arranging his introductory bath combination.

"And what of-" he began and she somehow knew before he could even continue.

"-no elflings, dwarflings, shirelings or orclings too." (Y/N)'s movements halted, a question of immense importance popping in her head as she spun around to face the prince with an urgency that indicated so, "Is that what baby orcs are called? Do orcs even have babies?"

Legolas matched the furrow of her brows, equally as puzzled, "I," he dragged the pronoun and fussed with his leather arm braces in under a second before meeting her gaze once more, a rueful smile on his face, "I may have to disappoint you, my lady, but I myself do not know the answer to your inquiry. If I may be so blunt?" he tipped his head as if awaiting her consent before plowing on.

The girl waved both hands in an agitated gesture for the prince to continue, "I'd prefer more if you spoke freely actually. I would literally beg you to please do."

He was almost bashful when he admitted, "I have not once spared a thought on how orcs...reproduce." then his jaw sets and his hands clench into fists on his sides, "All those that I met are so driven by an insatiable thirst for blood- to kill and to pillage as if those were all they knew. I cannot fathom how-" his blond head shook as he trailed off, the crease on his forehead deepening, mouth turning downwards into a frown-

Disgust.

(Y/N) knew at least the answer to that one. She saw how orcs were made -she only ever wondered about what they were called- to think that Legolas' immediate thought went straight to orc sex,

She was surprised she hadn't choked on the full blown guffaw she had swallowed then. Still, she couldn't have reigned the rascal in her even if she tried, "I couldn't blame you, really. That isn't exactly a thought I'd want to entertain for as long as I would need my appetite." She feigned gagging noises if only to sweeten her ruse.

It wasn't so much as to coax amusement out of the Elven Prince as it had been for her own entertainment but the chuckle that slipped past the elf's lips-

It was a sound she associated with a pond, not as deep as the ocean yet still bearing a weight of its own. Clear enough that she's able to see her feet, kind enough that it would allow her to wade through without the risk of an undertow, she fathomed it would grow to be her favorite sound.

The grin she sported then had almost been as easy as breath. Maybe I should make him laugh more often.

Unbeknownst to her then, Legolas had watched her closely with curiosity and a spark of something else in his blue eyes. For as much as the Elven Prince had found delight in the scent that had drifted about them, to him it could not hold a candle to his host's twinkling face.

"Lavender." He breathed in. It had been a welcome change from the damp earthy smell that permeated his senses since the lesser necromancer The Fellowship encountered had transported him to this foreign world. He had not known for how long he walked until he had come across (Y/N)'s home, what he did know was that through it all it rained- it rained and poured and it never stopped.

The tension in the prince's shoulders eased at the aroma of her favorite concoction and it was something (Y/N) had taken joy in. She had always harbored an adoration for lavender, however, she found that the store-bought variety lacked a certain je ne sais quoi that she desired and hence, came her affinity for creating her own bathroom fragrances.

"I harm a guess that you like it?" She offered timidly, attention fixed on choosing what she had in her arsenal that is most reminiscent of the Elven Prince's Woodland home for his shampoo and soap. Coming across what she had been seeking, she then placed them on the foot of the tub.

Legolas smiled, "Of course, I do. Very much." He knelt down to her level and took one of her hands in his, "Thank you so much for your generosity, my lady. This is more than any traveler could ever dare wish." He lifted her notably smaller appendage to his lips and laid a chaste kiss upon her knuckle.

It was impossible for (Y/N) to damper the blush that had risen to her cheeks then even if she tried, "No problem!" the flustered laughter that slipped past her lips had been anything but pleasant, "Always glad to lend a helping hand!" Her free hand reached backwards to scratch her neck as if a bow to wrap up her graceless display. (E/C) hues darting everywhere else but in front of her.

The answering grin of the elf had only widened at his hostess' flustering, it was an act that he saw as absolutely charming. It had just been too overwhelming that Legolas found himself voicing his thoughts aloud before he could so much as ponder the propriety of it.

"You are quite endearing, my lady." He breathed, a little bit lost- as if just rousing from a trance. He then took in the peculiarly dressed human before him, appreciating every quirk that he had never seen in his own world before: the clashing patterns, the loose clothes, the odd hair-

A ticklish laugh bubbled in (Y/N) chest and eased past her lips, "Thanks. I guess?" her head slightly shaking in mild surprise, "I wouldn't have taken you for one smooth talker, dear prince." Her ensuing chuckles were incredulous, twinkling (E/C) eyes back on ageless light blues.

The sheer amount of mirth on her very being was something Legolas found himself turning up to -as if budding wildflowers to the sun, the girl somehow securing a glen within him for every breathless cadence.

Still, it did not escape his attention that he had been called a rather curious word that was not known to him, "A 'smooth talker', my lady? I am afraid the notion is unfamiliar to me." He gently lowers her hand between them, yet to let go.

(Y/N) found the prince's touch as another addition to her growing list of favorite things and so she had never commented or pulled away.

In fact, then she had wished the moment could've stretched on forever. Alas, the familiar tune of her favorite song played from inside her room and she cursed whoever it was that just felt so inclined to rob her of simple pleasures, "That's..." her eyes fluttered to their joined hands, then his face, the door, and back again, "My phone. If you would please excuse me."

It was only once she was halfway through the door that (Y/N) remembered she should've taken the rest of the Legolas' things with her so he could set himself up for a bath.

Turning on her heel, she had taken a few steps back towards the elf who was then just beginning to unclasp his armor from himself, "I just remembered," she began tentatively, hating how her nerves had derailed her voice, "You wear armor- can I help you with that?" (Y/N)'s confidence on her offer grew as she saw Legolas struggling with the back straps of the sheath of his knives.

"If it would not be too much trouble for you, my lady." He answered truthfully, a tiny self-conscious upwards quirk at the side of thin lips. At her answering hands that overtook the disarming of his knives, he proceeded with unbuckling his quiver instead.

(Y/N) busied herself with getting the troublesome contraption off the tall elf's shoulders. A task that proved to be quite demanding when she barely even reached his shoulders in the first place. Remembering the small stool she kept inside the cabinet underneath her sink, she quickly got on her knees to retrieve it.

She thanked whatever gods that watched over her for the prince's pre-occupation as she returned to stand on the tiny chair to resume her earlier task.

Once they managed to get everything that was either sharp, constricting or both off the prince, all that was left was his green and brown tunic that had practically been one with his skin by that point.

(Y/N) tried her damnedest not to dwell on the thought for far too long as she gathered his hefty belongings in both of her comparatively scraggly arms.

Upon seeing her struggling form, Legolas had thrown her a worried look, "Are you alright, my lady?" He was already midway into helping her when (Y/N) abruptly shook her head and walked backwards with a smile.

"I'm fine! You enjoy your bath in there while I go and find something for you to wear." She declared, leaving no room for arguments as she went on her way and closed the door to the bathroom behind her.

The door barely managed to click shut before she was slumped against the cool wooden surface.

No amount of bingeing the entire Middle Earth movies could have ever prepared her for this, she surmised. Her salvation wouldn't be on the copious amounts of fanarts or fiction she consumed or the hours she spent camping on pinterest or ao3- not when the actual Sindarin prince was just behind her using her bath.

Of course her mind had to conspire against her too by conjuring charged imageries of what transpired beyond her door. It was so sacrilegious that (Y/N) thought the best course of action to take had been to attempt at physically shaking the thoughts off her head. At the intensity of what she had felt then, she was only glad she hadn't joggled her brain into an aneurysm.

After a full three minutes of breathing exercises and molding the shadows that were cast inside her room into magical creatures within her head (she had a chimera, a pegasus, a mermaid, a sphynx and an actual dragon by the time she was finished- all as elaborate as the next), she had enough wits about her to carefully arrange Legolas' belongings on the floor just beside her bed and find him the clothes she promised.

What she came up with was an oversized cream jumper with a huge green tea leaf smack in the middle (a giveaway from a bubble tea shop) and a pair of grey drawstring track pants. (Y/N) silently thanked the gods for making the boyfriend style a trend-

Before blushing once more at the implication that it held. She cursed tumblr imagines for rotting her brain as much as it had done.

Her increasingly aggressive face-rubbing had been startled to a halt by a few sloshes from inside the bathroom. At the very least someone seems to be enjoying our setup, (Y/N) chuckled despite of herself before jerking to a start at the fluffy towel that stared menacingly back at her from where it was draped over the wooden chair right in front of her study desk.

The towel...right. Of fucking course, she groaned against the palm of her hands, feet stomping on the ground and positively a buzzer away from combustion. (Y/N) pondered how in the ever living hells was she supposed to hand the thing over to Legolas now that he-

If her cheeks would do even more heating up, simultaneous combustion would be the least of her worries- facial deformation would make the top of her list.

Pacing back and forth before her bathroom door in thought, she made it into seven cycles when she heard a slight commotion from the other side: some splashes of water and a slew of elvish phrases that sounded so panicky and cross she was almost inclined to think that Legolas -for some unknown reason- had gotten to cussing the heavens.

A fizzing amusement had risen in her throat before a singular phrase immediately put a stopper to it, "-such impudent contraption! Why would you not cease?! Your service is no longer needed. Can you not see the mess you are making of the generous young lady's home?!"

(E/C) eyes widened at this, a mess of my- (Y/N) found herself with her cheek pressed against the door, "Legolas?" She had called out, concern raising her voice by a pitch, "Legolas! Are you alright?!" She pounded on the door a couple of times before realizing that she had left it open thinking that the prince might not be aware of how their door knobs work.

(Y/N) at the very least had to give it to her subconscious for having half a mind to tell that accidentally locking the elf inside the bathroom was more trouble than it is worth even if it did forget about the towel.

Having received no reply from the other side other than more splashes of water, she ultimately decided to barge in.

"Legolas, I'm coming in. Cover yourself up." She notified, already steeling herself as she turned the knob and entered.

What had greeted her then was an overflowing tub; bottles of shampoo, bars of soap, and the rest of the products on her wooden basket floating everywhere the water had touched before flooding the floors, and a heavily flustered elf prince who much unnecessarily stood and at an attempt to cover himself had clutched against him the waterproof curtain that hung inside the frosted glass walls of the shower area just beside the bath, fine strands of platinum in such disarray.

It clung awkwardly all around his face, neck and chest yet it never managed to overwhelm the fact that even in such a disorderly state, the prince was still as attractive as ever- she could almost forget the rip on four of the shower curtain's grommets.

(Y/N) had never felt more relieved to have purchased those opaque teal curtains for her bathroom even if they had caused a ridiculous amount of money- she would have to have that fixed but that's a problem for later after she had made sure none of her facilities had permanently scarred the elf and he was well, dried, and escorted safely out of the bath.

With her head bent down, she had hesitantly made her way towards the tub to turn the faucet off before proceeding to collect the things that littered the floor. Throughout the entire process, she very nearly headbutted the tub twice: first when Legolas backed up to allow her breathing space, the second one being when in doing so he had only ironically shifted the curtain dangerously away from what it was meant to have been shrouding.

"I apologize for blighting your residence..." Came the crestfallen voice of the prince from behind her, "It would not be inapt if you wish for me to leave-"

"Get back into the tub, Legolas," (Y/N) instructed then, a quiet chuckle in her tone, "It's alright." She had hoped her voice was reassuring enough with her back to the prince, "I'll just go get your change of clothes and a towel, I'll be back shortly. Don't touch anything and just get in the tub, okay?" She half turned her head if only to indicate that she needed the elf's reassurance on this.

"Of course." One blond head nodded dutifully. Legolas had been glad that the young lady had her back to him as he could feel the entirety of him warmed by unadulterated embarrassment. Until then he assumed that elves are not so easily overtaken by their emotions- his father, The Elvenking, had been a paramount example of this restraint after all, perhaps with a frigidity that was exclusive to him, yes, even still-

Legolas could not shrug off his growing unease. He normally had considerable command over his system, losing it like this felt as if he had somehow grown a second head- it was odd in a way that he did not particularly find agreeable. Then he remembered that this was not his world and fathomed that it was perhaps being in a completely different place that had sent his inhibition in such disarray.

"That could be the only sound explanation for this," Legolas muttered to himself as he slipped back into the warm water of the 'tub'. He had flinched as more of the water inside the container poured out under his weight, so clear-cut with his discomfiture that (Y/N) had not been able to miss it.

It had felt like second nature for her to reassure him, "Don't worry," her voice was a balmy hush, "I'll just clean it up later." Her attention had been fixed on a few more things on top of what to him was another exotic apparatus.

Noticing that the elf had gone completely silent, (Y/N) turned to see Legolas staring bemusedly at the toilet.

"That's a toilet." she started, a bit unsure if this would warrant an explanation and wishing to the gods that it wouldn't.

Legolas merely parrots her, equally uncertain.

"It's where you store your -uh- daily deposit."

"Daily deposit?"

"The parts of your meal that your guts deemed useless."

"Ah." it was a little sound of acknowledgment but to (Y/N) it had meant the whole world, it was a break from expounding a little too much on topics she would usually not have bothered to talk about, "So that is what you call it."

The imp resurfaces within her once more, "Not really," the snicker she felt splitting her lips had been unbidden.

A single blond brow raises in both answer and askance, "Then what do you call it?"

"Shit."

Thin lips parted in shock and (Y/N) had been genuinely afraid to have honestly offended the elven prince- at the very least until he started shaking his head, a matching smirk on his face, "Of all similarities our worlds could share." he chuckled in incredulity, leaning to rest with his back against the tub.

"Disappointed that it didn't get to be dung?" she sloshed through the flooded floors to elbow him on the arm that was draped over the rim.

Baby blue eyes that had been previously closed peered at her in response, bright with childish amusement, "Disappointed that it has to be so crass a word that not all would be keen on entertaining for as long as they would require their appetite." he had quoted her then, every bit the self-satisfied smart aleck.

(Y/N) was too taken by the thrill of sharing in on the prince's snarky humor that she allowed herself that full blown guffaw she had been smothering for so long, "Aha! You're learning!" she slapped a knee before laying her own back against the outer side of the basin-

-proximity, drenched clothes and the lack thereof be damned, (Y/N) was glad she had been where she was to witness the light catch in Legolas' eyes, the roguish grin, and that arm that tugged on toned sinews as it rose to run nimble fingers through his flaxen strands- his other arm remaining draped a breath away from where she had her head tilted back to face him.

Every bit the sculpted Adonis bathed in artificial light and lavender scented dew. Every bit fair and flushed and so so alive.

"Fancy what you see?" his grin was of a cocky Cheshire cat-

One whose head (Y/N) was all too pleased to dunk face first into the water.

Needless to say, the Elven Prince was able to proceed with taking his bath that night without anymore complications- at the very least after the unruly lady of the house had successfully stumbled out of her slippery bathroom floors laughing maniacally.

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[ FIN. End of Chapter 1, Part 1 ]

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