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shirefantasies · 4 months

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How would the fellowship, Thorin, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Arwen and Eomer react to someone they like who always calls everyone by cute names like ‘love’, ‘babe’, ‘hon’, ‘darling’ etc.

Oooh, good question! I’m going to split this up into LoTR & The Hobbit imagines for the whole casts if that’s all right 😄

LoTR Characters When You Call Everyone Pet Names

Aragorn

His favorite part of your habit, in all honesty, is other people’s reactions. The first time you do it to him he sort of quirks up a brow, but others take it more extremely, offense or otherwise. He gets protective, though, if those others respond taking it too far. He’ll step in front of you if they start flirting with you or try to touch you unbidden even if you’re just friends at that point. No matter who in his group that is, unacceptable. At the use of a regular name slid into the flows of your conversation, something akin to "Oh, honey, you have no idea", his lips quirk up and privately he wonders if you’ve ever meant it.

Legolas

Your first meeting is you brushing past him at Rivendell with an "Excuse me, darling". Needless to say he stares after you with wide eyes because you must know him, but from where? Then you greet Elrond with an enthusiastic "Sweetheart, how I have missed you", and while the Lord of Imladris appears aware of the affront, he is also amused. Clearly this is simply your manner. Because of this, he accepts it without much overthought, though your pet names never fail to bring a smile to the elf prince's lips.

Boromir

The kindness you show him almost breaks him- is he worthy of your honeyed words? "Easy, dear heart, the troubles you carry are not even your own, are they?" The part of him tempted to lash out almost wins, but at the end of the day, you are right. All he can do is shake his head. He's heard you say call such sweet names before, but alongside your other words they pierce his heart like nothing before. He bids you sit by his side. "Wish me to speak or to listen?" You ask, and that is when Boromir knows he has fallen for you.

Gimli

"Who are you calling sweetheart, darling?" Offended as he may be, Gimli also takes it as a challenge of sorts, leaning in closer with smug satisfaction. It becomes a sort of tension for you both, an odd banter of affectionate nicknames tossed out even with the bloodiest challenges. "Cut his head off, Gimli darling!" "Wouldn't dream of doing any less, dear!" Gimli begins getting offended as your habit pops out with others, asking you pointedly what you think you're doing calling the elf sweetheart. "What's he done to earn that, eh?" Leaning in, your noses almost brushing, you give him a smile dripping with smug mock-sweetness. "I thought you didn't enjoy being called that." "Well," he crosses his arms stubbornly, eyes falling away from yours, "I suppose I've gotten used to it now."

Frodo

"Frodo, my sweet, please eat just a bit more for me, I worry so." Frodo's heart does a somersault- he's made sure notice of your habit by now, heard you speak your darlings and sweethearts aplenty. You often said it to tease the others when spirits were light or when you cared for them, but that was not all. The words my sweet were reserved for him. Everyone else got a plethora, it seemed, but him, and it vexed him in the best way possible, twisting his heart like nothing else. The sound of it was like a balm to Frodo, and he dared hope it held the meaning he dearly wished it to, for he was too shy to ask it of you just yet.

Sam

“Sam, love, pass me the ladle, if you please.” Samwise, thinking his heart might burst from his chest and run right up to you, pauses, speaks carefully. “What was that?” He asks, your name falling softly, almost delicately, from his lips. He’d heard the way you tease people before, usually addressing them as ‘my dear’. This was something else. The smile you gave him in response, too, was practically enough to kill him- could you tell? “I just asked if I might borrow the ladle, love.” Yep, the jig was up now.

Merry

“It’s got to be some sort of custom.” “That or you’ll be very, very wrong.” You arched a private brow over Merry and Pippin’s back-and-forth whispering, but thought nothing more of it until your next interaction with the blonde hobbit. “Merry, sweetheart, what are you doing?” Looking up from his knife, he held up a small chunk of wood with a strangely cocky grin. “Just a bit of whittling, dear.” Something about the roguish look he gave you, the confidence with which he adopted your habit, had your heart fluttering; you faltered a bit in your response before you sat at his side. Unbeknownst to you, he was elbowing Pippin triumphantly on the other side.

Pippin

His heart soars the first time he hears you call him honey. No matter what attacks you or what happens that day, day made. Then he hears you saying "No put that down, Merry sweetheart" and it all comes crashing to the ground because he’d gotten it into his head that he was special- was he wrong? He had to have been. When the words so easily pass between your lips again, this time in the form of '"Gimli dear, let me see that", hurt mingles with realization of your manner- that is just how you are. Moments pass, thoughts drifting by as clouds deciding whether or not to storm, before Pippin makes up his mind: he'll make known his interest, try everything he can until he truly does stand out.

Faramir

Publicly he barely humors it, trying to keep a tough face when his seniors or especially his father are present. Privately? It amuses him. Pleases his heart to see one with light spirits in the face of everything. Your ways make you something of an anchor, a reminder why he does the things that he does. You make Faramir laugh and he knows Boromir enjoys your company too- the three of you together form an escape that reminds Faramir of his younger days. And perhaps that happiness you always brings him has slowly metamorphosed, glimmering with hope every time you call him dear.

Eomer

This man, a military leader, and you call him honey? Eomer is shaken up honestly. He can’t even be annoyed because he’s too busy freezing with a slight frown upon his face. Wits coming back about him, he opens his mouth to question you, ask in his blunt way why you address him so... then you turn around and call his sister my dearest and oh, perhaps he was truly overthinking it. He laughs it off, swears to put it out of his head...but the mental image of you calling him a name of endearment plays over and over again whether he wills it or not.

Haldir

“And what has our precious jewel brought to us now?” Since discovering Haldir bristled a bit at your little names, you had decided to find the most ridiculous ones possible for the marchwarden. It worked every time, too, judging by the furrow of his brow. “They go to the Lady of Lórien,” he replied simply, not to be goaded so easily. The man he seemed to know the best, the ranger, exchanged looks of amusement with you. “And what do you have to say for yourself, my dear?” You asked the man. Just as you suspected, Haldir’s expression darkened a bit further- perhaps he had gotten a bit more used to his names than he let on. At that, you couldn’t help a chuckle and a smirk.

Eowyn

Though she may not voice it, she is questioning of your ways at first because she has firsthand experience of people using words as weapons, saying whatever they can to influence others’ will. So sure, call her dear but you will get nothing of her she does not want to give. The day this changes is actually when you call her brother a pet name and he’s shocked and the wide look in her eyes has both of you laughing in a way you usually do not. She envies your carefree ways and from that moment on enjoys basking in them. It is impossible to help the way her heart gives a little flutter whenever a 'dear' or 'my darling' is directed her way, however...

Arwen

The surprise she fixes you with upon playfully addressing her as ‘my pretty’ encourages you, if you are being honest. It’s a pleasant look, flattered and floored, that you think a lady like Arwen deserves to make again and again. As a result, while everyone else gets a casual darling or dear, you make it your mission to fluster Arwen as much as possible. “Ah, treasure, how has this day treated you so far?” She flushes. “…Well, I say. Thank you. And I wish you to know that you are no less than you say I am. The way you speak to me? It can also be said of yourself.”

Elrond

You are caring. Parental. As a father of three, Elrond appreciates the way you speak gently and warmly. Assist his healed patients with soft whispers of be free of your pain, dear heart. As he granted you leave to use his name rather than My Lord you still slip up at times…until it becomes quite the opposite and a good night, dear slips from your lips upon parting for the evening. Elrond accepts and assures your every apology with an affectionate smile, shocking himself with the realization that his feelings for you are much stronger than he had allowed himself awareness of.

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sachiko1309 · 7 months

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Let the poor woman come

Summary: some smut, but not too detailed, a surprise visit ;)

Generally this is just some short drabble from my story "The prophecy of the elvish warrior - a Haldir love story" which ccan be found on Wattpad and Ao3 (account name in my tumbler description) have fun with it 😉🥰

Word count: 1164

Warnings: smut, threesome, female orgasm, surprise visit from the elven daddy himself 😉 (but its mostly our blond warriors) Minors DNI !!!

Translation: hûn nin = my heart

I was completely bare between the two men. After our talk with Thranduil, they proceeded to rid me of my clothes and now here I was. Sitting on Haldirs lap, his cock deeply sheathed into my core, my legs spread by his strong thighs. Legolas kneeling in front of me, edging me. I was a quivering mess, sweat and slick sticking to my body, but it didn’t look like either of the elves cared. Haldir had stopped thrusting into me, just relishing my twitching pussy around his cock, leaving it up to Legolas to pull another orgasm from my body.

“So beautiful.” He murmured in my ear. “Do you like Legolas making you cum, meleth?” I let out another strangled moan, when Legolas finger danced over my clit. “Answer us, meleth. Tell us how good we make you feel.” Haldir pressed on, gripping my hips tighter, when I clenched around his cock. “Good!” I whined. “So good…”

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Yes?” Legolas answered, his voice sounding like he didn’t just finger me. To my fearful surprise the door opened and closed again. A light ‘thump’ indicated someone leaned against the wooden frame. Luckily the room we stayed in was rounding a corner, so from where the door was placed, you were unable to see the fireplace and bed. Legolas lips contorted in a devilish smile, when he started to stroke my clit again. From behind Haldir snuck a hand around my mouth to keep me from making a sound.

“I wondered…” My eyes went wide, when I realized it was Thranduil, who was standing there. “… whether it would be possible for you to help me organize a few things regarding the kingdom.” Slowing down his movement, to keep me from cumming, Legolas answered: “Of course, Adar. What exactly needs to be discussed?” The elven king sighted. “Ah just the way we intend to keep our borders safe. The war has strained our armies and as far as I am concerned the spiders did not seem to have gained as many casualties as we did.”

My muffled cry, forced Thranduil to stop mid explanation, but after a few seconds he kept on talking: “As well I want to show my apology by inviting you, Haldir and Visha to Mirkwood. I guess since the three of you are content to make this relationship work, I might as well invite her and the Commander to Mirkwood.”

“See it as done, Adar.” Legolas answered, not letting my face out of his sight. I was now twitching and panting from how close my orgasm was and I wondered why Thranduil didn’t pick on the tension and noises in the room. But my hopes were soon shattered on the ground, when the king spoke again: “Thank you, my son.” I heard him turn around, opening the door. “Ah and another thing. Let the poor woman cum. I am afraid the whole realm is yearning for her release.” Legolas chuckled between my legs, signaling for Haldir to take away his hand. “I will. Don’t worry.” Then, he circled my clit with the uttermost sinful touch, he ever used, pushing me over the edge. Even though I didn’t hear Thranduil leave the room, I couldn’t help myself. A loud moan, ripping from my chest, ringing through the room.

“Thank you.” Was the last thing I heard, before the door fell into its hinges. The sound shuttering through my body, freeing the insanity of what just happened.

“I fucking hate you!” I exclaimed. My breath still irregular. Legolas got up from his knees. “No, you love us.”

“Why did you do this? He is your father!” I asked, feeling something between arousal and embarrassment. “I will never be able to look him in the eye!” This had Legolas smirk again. “He was the one, prying on our intimate life. I guess he got what he wanted. Besides don’t tell me, you didn’t like it. I could see it in your eyes. The fear of being caught just went straight to your filthy little pussy, didn’t it?”

I gasped at his boldness, unsure what to say. He was right. I enjoyed the thrill of it, but I didn’t expect him to be this bold.

“Don’t worry hûn nin*. My father was never one to let people go against his believes and rules. If he really had a problem of engaging us in this situation, he would have waited. You know, elven hearing can be a big asset deciding whether to enter a room or not.” Legolas smiled at me, making his way to the bed, ridding him from the rest of his clothes.

Then he proceeded to take a seat on the broad bed in front of us. “Ride him.” Was all he said, slowly stroking his hard cock in his hand. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Legolas wasn’t usually the one to overtake Haldir in extruding dominance, but sometimes there were slight glimpses of the princes’ natural power slipping through. “What?” My voice was hoarse and thin of breath. Tilting his head to the side Legolas lips twisted into a cocky smile. “You heard my father. You are to be queen of Mirkwood at my side. Now show your commander what his queen likes. Take him as you please.”

I froze on the spot unsure of what to do. My brain reeling from the change of pace in the room. The newly found power sending butterflies through my stomach. Haldirs warm hand on my back startled me back into reality. I could feel him shuffle underneath me. Sliding towards the edge of the chair and leaning back. “Go on little starlight. Ride me. I am yours to take. Your throne to sit on. Well to be honest I would rather have you use my face as your throne, but this will do for now.”

His words had Legolas chuckle: “You see how eager the Commander is to please his queen? You are a natural.” “Both of you need an ego check.” I grumbled. “You are having way to much fun, teasing me like that and then throw me into cold water.”

Underneath me Haldir leaned forward, his lips brushing over my shoulder. “Would you rather have me rail you on the floor to Legolas feet?” Him growling into my ears, send goosebumps over my whole body and I involuntarily started to shiver.

Desperately trying to gain my stance back, I straightened up, forcing as much power into my voice that I could muster. “No. I am just fine.” Still unsure about what to do, I started to roll my hips in circular motions, as I was not able to do much more, since my feet barely touched the ground. But by the groaning noises coming from Haldir I was doing good. Following Legolas order, I completely focused on my own pleasure, riding my husband in the most sensual and deep way I ever did.

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Exception

Pairing: Aragorn x Fem reader

Description: Aragorn doesn't usually let people hug him but he makes an exception with you

Aragorn truly didn't know how to feel when people hugged him, the only people he really let hug him were Arwen, Legolas, Boromir, any of the hobbits, Gandalf, Haldir, and Gimli. You had joined the Fellowship not too long before Boromir had died, each member few fond of you especially the hobbits and boromir leading to the moment of the two of you protecting Pippin and Merry before Orcs took the duo leaving boromir dying with arrows in him and you stabbed in your side shaking with tears as you hold his head in your lap seeing him smile at you "Keep them together dear one, even if it's hard on all of you and it hurts...please promise it" you nod kissing his forehead before aragorn is there quietly sobbing as you watch the two sharing a hug with a stunned gimli and silent legolas groaning in pain when legolas wraps cloths around your side noticing luckily that you weren't in very bad condition from the wound. You shake with quiet sobs as you watch the boat with boromir's body inside go down the waterfall almost collapsing on the ground if you hadn't quickly wrapped your arms around the closest person who happened to be aragorn who had first was shocked by the action but quickly held you in his arms for the next ten minutes before the four of you are running across the large landscape to find your two hobbit friends also worrying and wondering about the other two of four hobbits Frodo and Sam who had left to finish the journey of taking the ring to Mordor by themselves as everything that had happened began to take it's toll on all of you starting the journey with ten of you and now as you stare at the wide landscape after running that it was just four of you. You still feel a mix of shock and slow numbness as you stare at the fire in front of you, you feel a hand on your shoulder seeing aragorn next to you and without a word at all you stand to your feet being wrapped in his arms tightly as your head lays on his shoulder melting in the emotional moment feeling tears flow down your face until you couldn't anymore just sitting next to each other in quiet but not in an awkward or embarrassed way but more of an understanding and calm way as you lay your head against his shoulder, later on you stare at the vast lands of Rohan until you suddenly are pulled into someone's arms realizing by the smell of wood that it was aragorn but you only wrap your arms around him in calm understandment that grief takes it's hold on everyone at least for awhile.

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glassgulls · 1 year

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Letters to My Love

Fandom: Lord Of The Rings Return of the King

Pairing: Haldir x fem!reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, angst, kissing, awful sugary fluff (I need a happy ending as life is a blackhole of existential dread).

Summary: You leave Lórien after spending time recuperating to visit your friend Eowyn and promise to send word back to your friend Haldir. Though you think of him more than that, does he feel the same though?

Word count: 6040

Comments: More Haldir for the Haldir throne! First longer piece in the LOTR fandom. Hopefully I've kept Haldir relatively in character. Thank you to @heilith for the encouragement and motivation to finish this and post. You're a wonderful inspiration.

Putting your quill down you stare at the ink now drying. Reading it over you frowned in concentration, trying to make sure there was a tone of friendship without any of your clear desire bleeding through. Friendly and precise was the aim as always in your now routine one sided correspondence. It was getting increasingly difficult with each letter though to tow that line especially with who the recipient was.

You look at the envelope already set aside, Marchwarden Haldir in your neatly block printed handwriting followed by the address; it always gives you a small rush even to write his name.

You had left Lórien after promising Eowyn to visit her and her new betrothed and not wanting to outstay your welcome with your Elven hosts you had set off as soon as you were well enough to ride alone. But it had been a bittersweet parting. Of course you had wanted to come and congratulate your friend on her new love but you felt loath to leave the peaceful forest, and your new friends.

Haldir had asked you to send word that you were safe when you had left Lórien, your logical mind telling you that it was out of friendship, but the slight frown as he had softly requested it had made your breathing hitch. It almost seemed for a moment as if he had been nervous to ask. The usual stoic mask he wore as Marchwarden slipped if but for a split second under the morning sun.

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"I promise my friend." You had replied after climbing on your horse smiling gently. After all it was the least you could do after being able to rest and recuperate after the battle with Sauron in the beautiful sanctuary of Lórien.

You tried to ignore the traitorous voice in the back of your head whispering that you were a coward and running away.

Gripping the reins tightly till your knuckles went white you swallowed hard. The growing feelings you had developed for the ellon in front of you were pushed down and sitting uncomfortable in your chest waiting to crawl up your throat and crow out to the world.

Haldir had stood by your horse, hand on its neck stroking it softly as he went quiet, the morning breeze stirring his immaculate hair. It had seemed to you he had wanted to say something, his brows drawn into a small frown that you didn’t know when you had started to recognise.

“You must promise me to be safe, the roads are still dangerous,” He had spoken eventually into the horse's neck, fidgeting with a lock of its mane. You had opened your mouth to try to defend your skills but the words choked in your throat, your mouth shut promptly at the way his hand stilled with its incessant action. His head turned suddenly to you and the frown had deepened.

“I do not doubt your skill,” He continued and he pressed closer to you, his blue eyes boring into your own. “Just promise me to be watchful.” Haldir finished, his free hand moved to your calf for a brief moment of contact but enough to feed your hunger for him.

His gaze struck you dumb, a heat rising to your cheeks. All you could do was nod mutely in return, the blue of his eyes usually clear as the summer sky were troubled and stormy. Was the thought of your safety that important to him? Perhaps he thought of you also as more of a friend?

A watery smile tugged at your lips at the possibility, a foolish notion to be sure for someone so perfect to find attraction in the imperfections of a mortal such as yourself. You leaned down and the bittersweetness of causing him concern selfishly comforted you slightly in that you were not alone in the emotion when he had parted from you to go on patrols. Now before him, you missed him so and you had not even left his presence.

“I promise you Haldir,” You had spoken softly, proud that there was no wobble to your tone as you reached out and grasped his shoulder. Those blue eyes cleared of the storm for a moment.

“I will write every time I stop, you shall receive so many letters you will regret asking me,” you tried laughing and you saw the corner of his lips curled up slightly. “You shall receive so many you will have to clear a bookcase to house them.” You giggled lightly at the image and he gave a breathy laugh that sounded more like a relieved exhale. His hand returned to your calf and squeezed lightly.

“I shall clear two.” He stated with the deadpan tone that you have come to crave. Tilting your head you stared at him a moment to engrave the way the sunlight played across his face, it lit the blue of his eyes in a blinding shade that you would willingly go sightless staring at. He seemed to be watching you just as carefully and you smiled softly at him, in the way that only he provoked from you.

“Just as well, Rúmil and Orophin have gifted me enough supplies to paper your flet.” You smirked and watched as the mention of his brothers made Haldir grimace a moment. The hand on your calf moved to your hand resting on his shoulder.

“Best to put them to good use then, I shall hear no end of it if you do not.” Haldir had spoke in that exasperated tone he always used when speaking of his younger brothers. You couldn’t help the grin on your face though at the twitch of a smile on his lips that always betrayed his tone.

A tightness in your chest returned then, you would miss them all, Rúmil and Orophin never failing to make you laugh at their antics. Their merciless teasing of Haldir stretched now to you in a way that gave you a sense of pride that the brothers felt comfortable enough to torment you.

Haldir's hand was warm against your own, the rough callous of his fingers a seductive rasp against your responsive skin. Goosebumps danced up your arm at the contact. Your gazes met again and a heavy silence fell over you both. The cool breeze in the trees whispered around you as the heat from earlier played across your cheeks again.

Parting from him shouldn’t give you such pain, but knowing you would wake up the next morning not being able to see his face made your stomach turn in unease. Goodbyes were never such a heartbreak for you before with a life constantly on the road but now? Here where the breeze was sweet in your nose and the warm sun dappled on your skin this was a place that finally felt like a home now despite being a mere mortal.

You let your eyes lower as you don’t want Haldir to see the sadness in your gaze, not when you were parting like this.

“Promise me you will stay safe also Haldir.” You whispered, his fingers had flinched when you spoke his name.

“I promise.” Haldir stated resolutely. Slowly raising yourself straight in the saddle you reluctantly withdrew your hand from his shoulder. Haldir stood watching you again with that inscrutable look for a heartbeat before raising a hand to his chest in a farewell gesture.

You mimic the gesture and force a smile on your face though you can feel the burn of tears behind it.

“Farewell Marchwarden Haldir.” You spoke, the forced smile started to crack. Moving your horse forward through the forest you had felt eyes watching you the whole time and knew it wasn’t your imagination.

*****

A knock and giggle from behind you snapped your mind to the present again as the door to your room opened.

Twisting around you see the familiar face of the servant girl Molly bustles in. Turning back you frown and rest your fingers on the letter in front of you again. Sighing softly you look out the window of your guest room in Minas Tirith. The sun starting to set it lit up the city below, throwing shadows across the stone you mind wanders off to tall trees and blue eyes.

Lazily leaning on your hand the picture of Haldir gazing at you plays across your mind again. You had never seen a more perfect colour of blue than his eyes. No sky, ocean or flower could come close to his piercing gaze. It had not taken you long to understand it was not just the colour but the soul behind the eyes that made them so alluring. You felt a pull to him from the moment the two of you had met.

You counted yourself lucky that Haldir had given you the opportunity to become close. Though the act of saving the others' life in heavy battles, had helped forge a bond between you and the handsome ellon. It was he who had invited you to stay with him after Aragon's coronation having now no fixed plans. Your old companions had teased you mercilessly after finding out.

"An invitation from the Marchwarden himself? A rare thing indeed." Aragon had asked with a large grin and a wink making flushed heat rush from head to toe as you stood beside the elf. Stealing a glance up at him you had noticed the twitch in Haldir's jaw.

You hear Molly clear her throat behind you and you blink away the memory.

“Sorry for disturbing you m’lady would you like me to lay your dress out?” Her warm voice makes you shake your thoughts.

Turning around again you face her smiling, glad of her company.

“Yes please and tell me any new gossip.” You grin. Molly clicks her tongue but throws a smile back at you.

“Of course, you need new material for your letter to your friend?” She asks but the sly look and emphasis on “friend” makes you glance at the floor as you try to squash the girlish giggle.

“I enjoy his company, he’s a very interesting person.” You try to insist as Molly opens the wardrobe and with an expert eye pulls out a long gown.

“Of course he is,” She replies, her dark eyes are warm and clearly don’t believe you. “I caught a glimpse of him at the Kings coronation,” Molly continued plucking out accessories. Turning to you she raised an eyebrow and tried to look serious. “He looked very interesting.” She teased lightly.

“Oh stop you.” You grouse half heartedly. Standing up you make your way over to the bed and trail your fingers over the fine gown laid out. Surely it was a little over the top for a small party? You go to voice this but stop yourself after all Molly knows more than you ever could about court protocol and the younger woman had been a godsend in helping you navigate the intricate politics thus far.

“Does he answer back?” The other woman asks innocently. You stand over the dress still and go silent. Noticing your actions Molly turns from the hair pins laid out and tentatively steps over.

That was the thing, the thing that hit you like a gut punch and made you lie awake at night. All the letters you had written over the weeks you had not received any in return. You didn’t want to admit the thought made you not sleep for the last couple of weeks though the results were clear every time you saw your reflection.

“No.” You reply still gazing at the dress. Focusing on the delicate embroidery of flowers and vines it made you think of lush forests and your stomach lurched. You felt Mollys body hover near you.

“I’m sure he’s just been busy m’lady.” She voiced softly.

“Yes, he has a lot of responsibilities.” You say carefully, feeling your throat constrict around the words. You hoped that was the case, he was on a long patrol and couldn’t write back. But what if he had been hurt or what if he just didn’t want to indulge a silly human and her infatuation? You clasp a hand to your chest at the dull ache hiding behind your ribs at the thought. Perhaps it was time to stop the letters.

A hand drifted over your arm gently luring you away as the door knocked again.

“Come m’lady the bath is here then let's get you ready.”

You hum in agreement as the bedroom door opens and two other servants carry in a tub with jugs of hot water.

“Where is Eowyn?” You ask out of reflex, speaking to her always lifts your heart.

“Lady Eowyn went riding earlier. I’m sure she is getting ready now for tonight.”

You hum again, tonight’s party was to be a smaller affair. You hoped that it was for an announcement between Eowyn and Faramir’s wedding date. The way the two of them looked at each other, if they didn’t get married soon you were sure they would be announcing something other than a wedding.

The bath is quickly set up and Molly closes the bedroom door softly behind the other servants, before coming back over. The scent of lavender and honey drifts over from the tub of water. Scents that should give you some comfort but the icy claws of doubt have struck deep in your chest.

“May I help you with your dress?” She asks, her hands neatly folded in front of her.

You nod silently still looking at the flowers on the dress, it was a beautiful gown gifted by Eowyn for tonight. Raising your hands to your face you pinch your cheeks lightly, this was no face for a party. Seeing your old companions would cheer you up, you were sure of it.

*****

The stone of the balcony was cold to your touch as you clutched in the night air. You had left the party and wandered outside to take a breath of fresh air, the ballrooms' heat with the tight corset of the dress you were wearing was not a happy match.

Earlier thoughts of distracting your mind with the welcomed company of your friends had worked for a little while. But after some time the world had seemed to shift, you were watching them laugh and dance as if you were looking through a window from outside. You felt an outsider lost, alone and unbearable cold in this sweltering hall. Taking your goblet you nodded to the others and whispered to Eowyn you needed a breath of air, her bright eyes had glanced at the closed main door before nodding her response.

“You look beautiful tonight.” She had whispered to you.

“I look tired.” You retorted. Her gaze is quick and sharp, little escaped her notice.

“Does something ail you?” Eowyn asked and you tried to open your mouth but one look into her eyes and you stopped. That knowing gaze, a mixture of sympathy and pity. You let a bitter smile twist on your face.

“Am I that obvious?” You asked and hoped the others wouldn’t come and pry. You know they mean well but the thought of having to talk about it fills you with an exhaustive dread.

“Only to me,” She said softly and made a show of smiling brightly, fingers running over the sleeve of your gown, pretending to comment on it. “I know that look too well my sister in arms,” You can ‘t help but smile at the honour of her calling you that. “I know because I wore it’s mirror image not that long ago.”

Leaning close she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek she whispered softly making you close your eyes tight to shut out the threat of tears.

“I will see you happy again sister.” She finished, your closed eyes fluttered and missed the furtive glance she gave the door again.

“I’ll be back soon. I just need a moment to myself.” You said leaning back. Seeing her smile and nod, you had walked out.

Closing your eyes you feel the night air cool the sweat beading at your hairline after being in that ballroom. The heady scent of honeysuckle makes you dizzier than the wine at your elbow. The city beyond was quiet at this height, the twinkling lights below like stars. Perhaps you could make your life here now? You would be welcomed for sure. You should stop writing the letters now, let Haldir go, it could never work. He only saw you as a friend, a comrade in arms. Not as a woman, not as an equal in soul.

Perhaps that was for the best, with how short a mortal could live compared to the age that elves did it would be selfish of you to ask for that love from him knowing it would be a blink of his eye and you would be old and grey. That you would be dead and dust and he would have to live on with that grief.

No this would be for the best then. You nodded to yourself and picked up the wine to take a sip. Lost in your own thoughts you never notice the presence of someone approaching behind.

"Hiril vuin," comes a familiar voice from the shadows and you feel your breath hitch. Turning slowly you grip the goblet in your hand till your knuckles hurt, it can't be him? You're tired and thoughts are just added surely?

Silhouetted in the doorway stands a tall broad chested figure. The moonlight catches his features as he takes a step closer and whispers your name.

"Haldir?" You call with a pitiful whisper, praying you were not dreaming.

"Good evening," he says, all shadow and silver light.

You can't help but give an incredulous laugh and confused smile.

"I can't believe it!" You cry with a catch in your voice. "Am I dreaming?" You ask the night air as he moves to stand in front of you.

"I'm very real." he replies, smiling gently. The blond ellon is just as tall and perfect as you remember, dressed in his grey grab as Marchwarden. Reaching out a hand you let your fingertips graze his chest and sweep up to rest on his shoulder. There's a near perceptible shiver that runs through him at the physical contact. He watches you carefully, seemingly finding your giddy wonder amusing.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, still not fully convinced this is a fanciful hallucination brought on by drink and the heat.

He raises a perfect eyebrow and paces a hand on your own that is still on his chest.

“I was invited and I came for an important task.” He responds, his voice low and calming as if to soothe an excitable child. Perhaps that’s what he saw you as. The thought makes the smile slip from your face and you try to pull away but his grip on your hand stops you. You pause and look at him quizzically.

“Important task?” You ask and he nods.

“Yes but now is not the moment to talk of it.”

You press closer to him and let your trapped hand splay across the broad expanse of his chest. You can almost feel the quick thrumming of his heart, perhaps he arrived in a hurry.

“Aragon and the others are inside if it is that important.” You say and his expression gives nothing away. His eyes make you shiver though. The blue you love is a thin ring of silver in the moonlight, blond lashes catch the light like gossamer. This close you fancy you can see your desire for him in your own eyes reflected in his blown out pupils. The black expanse drawing you in.

Your earlier sensible thoughts of moving on from him are promptly forgotten now, you are a mere moth to the radiance that pours off him. It was foolish to ever think you could extract yourself from him.

“Calad nin.” He whispers and his free hand reaches out carefully to touch your shoulder. The meaning of his words are not lost on you, you wonder if he could hear your thoughts about being drawn to his light. For surely he does not feel the same as you do.

“I have missed you.” You confess and the tell of his lips curling slightly makes you want to reach out and trace it. Engrain it in your memory till you can always feel it at your tips.

“As I have missed you.” He replies and the words alone make you grin wildly.

“You have?”

“You doubt me?” He retorts with a quirk of an eyebrow in a mockery of admonishment.

“Never.” You breathe out, a giggle escaping in the process, and fling yourself at him, clutching at him tightly. Your carefully pinned hair is surely a mess but you'll face Molly’s scolding later for wrecking her hard work.

It takes a moment before he responds. A strong arm wraps around you and drags you closer till you’re not sure where you start and he ends. If only it could always be like this. The evening wind whistles against the unforgiving stone as the two of you stand still clutched at each other.

“Did you get my letters?” You ask eventually breathing in his scent. The fresh smell of woodland and sandalwood makes you relax.

“Yes.” He responds, his arm around your waist has moved to the small of your back running his fingertips where your spine is hiding under the corset. Not moving your head you run your fingers over the edge of his robe.

“You never replied.” You say in a small voice you barely recognise as your own. You feel a sense of accomplishment you have kept out the hurt or accusation from the tone.

“When you left,” He started and then with a little protest from you he pulls you back a little so that he could see your face. “I was sent on patrol for a few weeks, you’re letters were passed on to me when they could but,” And he pauses and looks over you from head to toe as if only realising your state of dress.

“You are truly a sight to behold,” He breathes out like a prayer. You grip his arms and feel the heat from your face rush below. Twisting your fingers in the bulky sleeves of his tunic you wet your bottom lip and don’t miss the narrow of his eyes on the action.

“You were saying?” You asked and tugged in his sleeves.

“Yes,” He continues and he looks momentarily embarrassed that he had his previous statement aloud. “I was on patrol till only a few days ago and my own stationary supply was very limited and couldn’t send my replies back,” He releases you a moment and digs into a pocket within the recesses of his robes.

Letting go of his arms you fiddle with the sleeve of your gown as he extracts a bundle. Haldir passes it over to you solemnly like a great treasure and to you it is. Wrapped neatly with a green ribbon is a small stack of envelopes. You take them reverently and hold them in both hands. Your name is written neatly in a precise, strong hand that fits Haldir well.

“You replied.” You say out loud as the doubts and heartbreak of unrequited affection are doused.

“Did you think I would not?” He says and this time there is a tone of reproach to him.

“I- I know how busy you are, important,” You start and he takes a step forward to you as you stare at the bundle of letters not trusting yourself to be able to stop crying in relief if you look at him.

“With responsibilities other than replying to my silly letters.” You choke out and you curse yourself for getting so emotional. His hands are suddenly on your own cupping the letters between you both. The calluses on his fingertips trace up to your wrists causing another flush of heat to pool below.

“Nothing about you is silly.” He tells you and you close your eyes as his thumbs stroke across the pulse in your wrist. Eru, the things the ellon did to you with such a simple touch.

“I feel it at times when it comes to you,” You say softly. “A silly human yearning for your attention.” His hands still and you bite your lip. You’ve gone too far. The hands on your wrist slide with deliberate slow ease, an illicit seductiveness.

“Look at me,” He commands and you lift your head immediately, your breath catches in your throat at his look. Silver hair and intense eyes as he moves a step closer making you tilt your head back to look up at him and keep eye contact.

“There you are,” He speaks and his voice is low like a purr. “I will only say this once, I never want you to put yourself down because you are human.”

You nod softly and bite your lip.

“The things you do to me,” He mutters. “The way you move me,”

One of his hands trails up to your jaw tracing along it. All you can do is let out a soft whimper at the contact. “No one else has been able to do so in all my years, regardless of who or where they were born.” His thumb moves to swipe over your bottom lip.

“But I have only a short number of years Haldir compared to you. If we,” And you pause now not sure how to word your thoughts.

“If we?” He asks provocatively.

“If we are together,” You continue and heat rushes to your face and down below at what that implies and he hums deep in his chest at the word. “How could I sleep with you beside me knowing the inevitability of what will happen to us? Of leaving you begrudgingly alone and I am nothing but bone and dust?” You raise one of your hands to cup his jaw and he leans into it his warm lips as they press against the delicate skin of your inner wrist. Goosebumps ripple along your arm and across your collarbone.

“Has this been troubling you?” He asks and rubs his nose to nuzzle your pulse.

You nod again as his gaze watches you carefully.

“I wish you had spoken to me sooner so I could ease your mind,” He states. “It is the nature of things that we will die.” He states calmly.

“But,” You start.

“Maybe it will be I who dies first.” He interrupts you.

“Haldir, that’s not funny.” You scold but he only looks at you with a flicker of surprise.

“I was trying to flatter you.”

“Flattery is telling me how pretty I look in this dress, not that there’s a chance you will leave me a grieving heartbroken woman.” You retort hotly and he presses his lips to the pounding pulse under your skin and smiles.

“You're breathtaking in that dress.” He corrects you.

“Haldir,” You start and his lips twitch into that smile.

“And when you’re angry,” He adds and you look at him with what can only be exasperation.

“You are not alone with those thoughts, I spent a long time thinking of the exact same thing.’ He continues and the irritation subsides in you.

“And?” You say almost frightened at what his conclusion is.

He still has your hand and leans into its touch, closing his eyes a second seeming to savour it.

“That a life without you would grieve me more,” Haldir speaks softly. “In all my years I have given myself freely to the responsibilities of my position as an older brother then Marchwarden, it is something I will not ever regret,” His eyes open and flick to you and his a chaste brush of his lips to your fingertips he pulls your hand back to the letters you are both still holding. “Till I met you, grew to know you. I have never wanted anything for myself,” You watch his expression shift from contemplative to resolute.

“Neither of us knows the future and how long we have,” Haldir pauses. “But I do know that the future is meaningless without knowing your love. I shall continue to exist but it shall only be that.” He brings both your hands up to rest on his chest above his heart.

“A song does not last forever but to experience it let it live in you is what makes us alive, though we may mourn it’s end,” Haldir leans down so his nose rubs against your own softly and now it’s your turn to close your eyes to savour the action.

“So will you take a chance and let us sing this song of ours together?” He whispers to you and you let your eyes flutter open. It should be intimidating to see his trademark intense gaze but it only makes your lip wobble and eyes fill with hot tears of happiness.

You move one of your hands from his grip and reach up to his jaw, fingers caressing it and watch as it tenses under your touch. You let it linger before following the line of Haldir's throat, his adam's apple bobbing as your fingers touch his jugular. You can feel his own heartbeat race under your skin.

“Yes Haldir.” You answer and his impassive mask breaks as he smiles as though he wasn’t sure you would agree.

“Yes?” He asks and exhales, letting his shoulders drop with a short soft laugh.

“Yes Marchwarden.” You repeat and close your eyes to let out a small giggle as he pulls you against him again. His arm tightens around your waist as he buries his nose in your hair. Your free hand wraps around his neck as you move your face to press a soft kiss to his jaw. Haldir lets out a low sound that vibrates through you and makes your toes curl. Moving slightly he presses his lips to your ear making you tremble.

“You shiver, are you cold?" He asks, his voice low and lilting.

"No it's not the cold that makes me shiver." You say and turn to meet his gaze. Those ice blue eyes are burning and you revel in the fire.

Haldir's arm runs up your back as he mutters words in Sindarin too quickly for you to catch. His hand stops at the nape of your neck before cupping the base of your skull. His breath fans your cheeks and you close your eyes in anticipation of the handsome ellons kiss. Your ellon now, you licked your bottom lip at the realisation.

There was a brief heartbeat before you felt his chapped lips brush against your own. The chaste action made you mewl softly and you felt the low groan from him before he pressed closer. His plush lips unforgiving against your own as you kissed back desperately. Your arm moves to loop around his neck to tug on his long hair and you're rewarded with a grunt and sigh from Haldir as he nips at your bottom lip. Sighing with content you grant him access to your own mouth which he ravishes with the keen precision he does in everything.

You tug on his hair again and let out your own soft moan as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper. Both of you are teeth and tongue as you scrabble for one another. There’s a far away cheering and laughing over the start of a song that startles you both apart.

You try to catch your breath but it’s difficult when you're tangled with Haldir in his vice-like grip. He’s gazing at you again with a softness that makes your chest feel like it will burst.

“If this is a dream don’t wake me.” You state to the universe and Haldir's lip curls slightly softening his usual steely expression.

"It should be I who asks if you are the dream." He finishes.

"Why is that?" You say, your fingers moving from his hair to graze his jaw.

"Standing in the moonlight is how I often dream of you." He murmurs and nuzzles against your cheek.

“And tell me, what do we do in these dreams, Marchwarden?” You tease and let out a breathy laugh as he lets out a shaky exhale.

“I would rather show you dearest.” He mutters his voice dark and delicious as his arm moves so his fingers hold your hip tight.

The sound of laughing and music fades back in again interrupting

“Maybe we should wait till we’re sure we won’t be interrupted?” You ask your throat going dry at the thought of being alone and playing out your own dreams with him. You hear him agree and press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips.

Pulling back from each other you run a hand over your hair to try and see if it can be saved and do a half hearted attempt at fixing it. You had all you needed now, you could stand to play a little loose with propriety. Smoothing your gown down, you glance up to see him standing watching you with what only could be described as wolfishness that sent your pulse racing again. You reached up and smoothed his own hair and gasped as he grabbed your wrist.

“Haldir?” You ask as he presses his lips against your wrist again.

“Your pulse flutters like a bird.” He states calmly.

“And who’s fault is that?” You accuse him which only makes him smile longingly at you.

“I shall bear the responsibility, I apologise I needed something to sustain me a while till we could be alone again.” He reports so matter of factly it makes you grin.

“And when shall I have time to read your replies my dearest?” You laugh and Haldir pauses a moment.

“That was the important matter I came here to discuss.” He tells you calmly and you frown.

“What is it?” You ask concerned. He steps closer again and brushes the back on his fingers against your hand which you immediately turn your own hand to clutch on to.

“On a desperate matter of if you should feel ready to return with me.” He whispers softly, leaning down so he is eye level with you.

“Return to Lórien?” You ask with a quiet excitement as he nods.

“To return home meleth nin.” He says and watches your reaction. You blink a moment as the words sink in.

Home.

Hot tears fall immediately but Haldir is already holding your face gently and wiping them away with his thumbs.

“Meleth nin?” He asks all serious and alarm. You can’t help but give a gasping laugh which makes him relax again.

“Of course I shall you silly ellon,” You mutter and close your eyes as he kisses you again though softly as if to remind himself you are truly saying those words. “I love you after all.” You confess and you feel his smile against your lips.

“I love you too.” He whispers then says something soft in Sindarian which you need no translation for.

A loud applause erupts from inside as the music finishes.

“We should go back inside, I need to speak to Eowyn,” You say and pull back holding his hand to trail after you to the inside door. Pausing, you look at him, grinning wide and ecstatic.

“I shall tell her I am needed and will be going home soon.” You explain with a mock primness. He glances down and in the moonlight you swear it almost seems he is blushing.

“Yes, you are very much needed.” He agrees with such solemnity. But even in this light you can see his telltale twitch of lips.

“After all, I have important correspondence to catch up on.” You murmur with a happy smile as you press the letters close to your heart.

Haldir smiles warmly and presses a kiss to your hand before letting go and stepping close.

“I shall clear another bookcase at home for them all meleth nin.” He whispers with a smile.

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The Guardian, Chapter 4

In which we finally get a look inside Mildrithe’s head and what she’s thinking/feeling about her new elf friend. As a reminder, Haldir and Mildrithe have just arrived at the closest warden post, where he intends to deliver her to the capable hands of someone else who can get her the rest of the way to Caras Galadhon for help while he goes back to his post to resume his duties. Except he’s not feeling great about that plan anymore. Parts one, two and three are available if you want to catch up. And, because I will use it until the end of time, here is the beloved official artwork of this story, courtesy of the many talents of @brigwife

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Mildrithe followed Haldir up a thin rope ladder and into yet another tree. Before the last few days, she would have found this odd, but he seemed to consider trees a perfectly natural place to spend time. And she didn’t mind. Nothing had ever hurt her while in a tree, and she couldn’t say the same for being on the ground.

Like the tall beech where the two of them had spent the previous night, this tree also had a shelter built into its boughs, but the two structures couldn’t have been more different. While last night’s dwelling place was a stark, bare platform, this one had multiple levels spaced throughout the branches, and each contained stores of food and weapons, bedrolls, blankets, water cisterns and other accessories of daily living. And most significantly, this platform had other people on it–people who looked much like Haldir, tall and strong with golden or white-blonde hair and pointed ears. Ellath, he had called them.

Her arrival on the platform drew a lot of interest, and she shrank a little from all the eyes suddenly on her. Haldir spoke rapidly to these ellath, and she guessed from the sound of her own name that he was explaining to them who she was and how she came to be there, though there was much that he still didn’t know, that she kept locked away in the back corners of her own mind. But his words took the attention off of her, and she used the moment to surreptitiously observe his companions.

Rúmil she had met, and he seemed to be closest to Haldir both in appearance and in manner, but there were six others who crowded around as he spoke. She had the distinct sense that Haldir was in charge–the others showed clear deference to him–and she wondered for a moment if he was the king of his people. But, then, he didn’t act like any king she had heard of, not when he spent his time wandering alone in a forest, climbing in and out of trees and eating only whatever small scraps of food he carried on him.

Her eyes swept back over the new faces. She found them all fascinating to look at, both so similar to the men she knew and yet also undefinably different, and she was staring intently when the words of her mother suddenly rang in her ears. “No one likes to be gawked at, Mildrithe.” The memory of that admonishment sent both a hot blush to her cheeks and a wrenching pain to her chest. She worked so hard not to have those memories, but still they came, unbidden, to remind her of her old life. She sniffled a little in an attempt to keep control of herself, and though he didn’t look down or break from the conversation he was having, Haldir heard the sniffle and his hand found hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

After a lengthy discussion, the group dispersed, each member going on to some specific task. Rúmil brought her water and food–fresh fruit, honeycomb and nuts–which she accepted eagerly, having gone days with no food at all and then being confined only to what Haldir had available in his small pack. She dug in with enthusiasm, making a bit of a mess with the sticky honey, and for a time she thought of nothing but sating her own hunger. Halfway through her rations, however, the words of her mother once again sprang unexpectedly to her mind –“what’s ours is ours to share”—and the sting of remembrance did not stop her from turning obediently to look for Haldir, to ensure he had food of his own. He sat alone a short distance away, looking sorrowfully at a small white flower that he turned between his fingers. She recognized it right away as the niphredil flower she had given him the day before, and the unhappiness of his expression sent a warning chill through her. Something was wrong, but she had no idea what it could be.

As she picked at the remains of her food and tried not to brood on the meaning behind his sadness, the other wardens around him were busy stocking several packs in preparation for some kind of departure. Eventually a pack was handed to her, and she looked inside to find her own water canteen, some wrapped food, and a blanket. Any notion that they were going to stay here at this strange little tree camp faded quickly from her mind, and she was not surprised when Haldir and Rúmil gestured for her to follow them back to the ground just a few minutes later.

Rúmil and two others hoisted packs to their shoulders, and Haldir helped to secure hers to her back with several straps. She accepted the help but watched with rising concern as he made no move to lift his own pack or join the little group of travelers. The food she had just eaten suddenly felt like lead in her stomach, and she stared into the deep blue of his eyes, trying to force some kind of sign or acknowledgment that would quiet her fears and assure her that she was drawing the wrong conclusions from the activity around her. Instead, he looked away, and her concern edged toward panic.

When the others seemed ready to leave at last, a few final words were exchanged between Haldir and Rúmil, and then Haldir knelt down in front of her. He opened his mouth as though to speak but thought better of it and took her hand instead, holding it between both of his. When he released his grip, the niphredil blossom sat in her palm. He turned away quickly, rubbing a hand roughly across his chin, and went to stand by the ladder, looking down at the ground as Rúmil lightly gripped her elbow and tugged her into motion.

She staggered forward in unthinking compliance, but each time a foot struck the ground a voice in her head screamed at her to stop. Not to move even a single step further away from the one person she trusted. Tears welled up in her eyes and started to slide down her cheeks, and by the tenth step the voice in her head was so loud that she clutched at her own ears. It made no sense, even in her own mind, to be so attached to him already, but the feeling was undeniably there. He had shown her true kindness, the first person in her life for many months who didn’t want to scare her or hurt her or use her. He was awkward, but he was gentle. Her heart told her that he was safe. That he was good. And she absolutely didn’t want to be parted from him now in order to go on with total strangers.

She looked back over her shoulder in desperation, and when her eyes met Haldir's, a sob ripped through her. Her view of him blurred through her tears and she whimpered his name, but always she felt Rúmil’s hand on her arm, pulling her onward.

“Daro!”

The word exploded from Haldir’s lips and echoed in the trees. Rúmil dropped her elbow and came to a halt, and she used the freed arm to wipe a sleeve across her eyes. With some tears cleared away, she could see Haldir rushing forward, his pack in his hand. He spoke urgently to Rúmil, pointing both back in the direction they had come and forward in the direction they were headed. Rúmil interjected a few times, but before long he raised his hands in a gesture of concession and turned to head back to the tree camp. The other two wardens in the traveling group, Esgalorn and Mirdanion, exchanged looks with one another, brows raised. But neither said anything, and Haldir ignored them. He used the corner of his cloak to wipe the remaining tears from her face, took her hand, and started walking.

The immensity of her relief brought a whole new energy to her spirit. She felt that she could have easily sprinted the entire distance to wherever they were going, though, in fact, she had no idea where that was or how long it would take. But she hustled along at his side anyway, and whenever he glanced down at her, she beamed at him, eager to show just how glad she was to be with him. He always smiled back, but once his eyes were looking forward again the smile would fade. Something still seemed to weigh on his mind, and she reasoned that he was probably worrying about what would happen next, once they arrived wherever they were headed. She had been that way once, too—thinking about the future, making plans, trying to anticipate later problems or griefs—but not anymore. If the last year had taught her anything, it was that the future couldn’t be counted on. All she had was the present and how she felt in the here and now. And right now, at his side, was good. She wished she could tell him that.

The four of them traveled on for the rest of the day, Haldir and Mildrithe together in front and Mirdanion and Esgalorn following behind, keeping up a steady patter of conversation between them. The sound of their words faded into background noise to Mildrithe, and she focused only on what was immediately in front of her. She hopped in and out of the dappled shadows cast on the ground by the swaying, leafy branches above and tracked the sun as it worked its way across the sky. Eventually twilight settled on the forest, the first bright stars appearing in the purplish-blue overhead, and Mildrithe had just begun to wonder whether they were going to spend the night at another makeshift camp when Haldir pointed to faint, twinkling lights on the horizon. Some large city or settlement lay ahead, just across a narrow moat and behind a large, circular wall of green earth. They soon picked up a path that skirted along the wall and at last reached a set of great silver gates. Inside was a city unlike anything Mildrithe had ever imagined.

Caras Galadhon was filled with immense golden-leaved trees, each with a silvery smooth trunk, and the entire city was built into their canopy. White ladders led into many of the trees while others had wooden staircases that wound around the trunks and up into the highest boughs. Lanterns bobbed in the branches, throwing out little golden halos of light, and in this glow could be seen people moving to and fro—tall, graceful people, more of the ellath that Mildrithe was now growing used to seeing. But even as elves were becoming a normal presence in her life, their city took her breath away, and she stopped in her tracks to gape about her. Her mind rushed to catalog beautiful details, to automatically store them away so that she could later describe even a fraction of the magic of this place to her unbelieving family back home, and only the painfully sharp self-correction that she would never have that chance was enough to break the spell of her awe and amazement. She dug her fingernails into her palm, pushing until the stinging in her hand drew her mind away from the feelings and memories that had begun to seep back into her thoughts, and then she hurried after Haldir toward a hill where the largest tree she had ever seen sat like a crown atop the slope.

Someone dressed all in white came down a set of stairs from the tree, moving so smoothly and calmly he almost appeared to float. Esgalorn and Mirdanion bowed, and she noted that even Haldir gave this new figure deep respect. He was clearly someone of importance in the city, perhaps their leader, and so when Haldir gestured for her to come forward, she also bowed. This seemed to amuse the leader, and she hoped that was a good sign, an indication that she would be viewed with favor. He bent down and took a long, slow look at her, and though the scrutiny made her uncomfortable, she didn’t feel that his eyes had any hostility in them. He seemed rather to be gathering information, able to discern far more about her from just his penetrating gaze than she could ever determine from merely looking back at him. She shifted nervously on her feet until he stood at last and turned back to Haldir. A short, low conversation between them followed, and when some point of agreement seemed to be reached, he nodded to Haldir and to her before reascending the stairs, gliding off out of sight.

Hadir dismissed Esgalorn and Mirdanion, who turned off in another direction, and then led Mildrithe down a series of curved paths away from the center of the city. It had by now grown dark, but the pathways and trees were well lit and Haldir seemed certain of his route. She assumed they were headed to a place where they could rest for the night, and their surroundings did get quieter and less crowded as they went. At last, he stopped at the foot of a curved staircase that led up into yet another tree dwelling. He patted a hand against his chest and pointed up the stairs, repeating the gesture several times until he seemed confident that she understood. “Mine,” was her interpretation, and as she followed him up the stairs, she felt a wave of excited curiosity at the idea of seeing his home, the private space where he would be most himself.

The sound of her little boots clomping on the stair treads reverberated in the trees, and soon a curious face appeared at a railing above, drawn by the unexpected noise. A woman peered down at them, and when she saw Haldir on the landing she gave a small gasp and began to run toward him, holding up the hem of her dress so that she could race down the stairs at maximum speed. She had the same elegant beauty and pointed ears as everyone else in the city, though her hair and eyes were both a rich dark brown, and her face was lit up by a wide, brilliant smile. Haldir dropped his pack in just enough time to catch her as she threw herself into his arms, and he spun her around, laughing and smiling with a joyful ease that Mildrithe had never seen from him. She watched their affectionate reunion with unabashed fascination, and her questions about who this woman could be were soon answered when they shared a deep, loving kiss. An inadvertent giggle popped out of Mildrithe’s mouth at the sight of that kiss, and the couple quickly separated, blushing but still smiling at one another.

Haldir rushed through a bunch of words, gesturing repeatedly at Mildrithe, who stood up extra straight and smoothed a hand quickly over her hair and down the front of her dress. If this woman was important to Haldir, then she was important to Mildrithe, and she wanted to make the best possible first impression. At last, he spoke Mildrithe’s name and then pointed to the woman. “Idhrien,” he said slowly and clearly, a hand on his wife’s arm. Mildrithe smiled at her and proudly repeated the words of greeting she had heard at the forest post. “Mae govannen, Idhrien.”

Idhrien stooped down in front of her until she was at Mildrithe’s eye level, and returned the smile. “Westu Mildrithe hal,” she said, and Mildrithe’s heart cracked open in her chest.

She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had heard her own language, since she had even that most basic comfort of being able to understand what was being said around her and about her. Over time, her awareness of the loss had dulled, but just to hear those few short words now brought back a feeling of warmth and familiarity that she had desperately missed. She would have wept with gratitude if she wasn’t also so eager to speak and to listen now that she finally could.

“How…how do you know those words?”

“My brother was a great lover of languages,” said Idhrien, “and he spent a fair amount of time traveling in your land and learning what he could. He then taught it to me so that he would have someone to practice with when he was home in Lórien.”

“Lórien?”

“That’s where you are. Haldir found you on our borders and brought you here to our chief city. He tells me that you’ve made a very long journey and that you’ve been a very brave girl. He’s proud of you.”

Mildrithe blushed with pleasure at the compliment and looked up at him, watching attentively from his wife’s side. “I want to thank him, but I don’t know how.”

Idhrien smiled again. “Don’t worry. He already knows.”

She stood and gestured for Mildrithe to follow, and they went the rest of the way up the stairs. Once inside their home, they gave her more food and water and a comfortable place to sit with soft cushions and a warm blanket. Idhrien offered her the chance to rest or to take a bath, but there was nothing Mildrithe wanted to do more than to talk—or, more precisely, to ask questions. She had a steady stream of them, about Lórien and elves, about living in a tree, about Haldir and what a marchwarden does, and Idhrien patiently answered them all, taking time to translate for Haldir as she went.

These were all things Mildrithe wanted to know, but they were also safe questions, about other things and other people. She studiously avoided any question about what might be planned for her—where she would go, who she would be with—because she wasn’t at all sure she would like the answer. But eventually, Idhrien seemed to notice the evasion, and she gently curtailed Mildrithe’s questions with one of her own.

“Would you like to know what’s going to happen now that you’re here?”

Mildrithe hugged a pillow to her chest, torn about how to answer. She didn’t want to say yes, but neither did she think she could say no. She settled instead on a vague, non-committal hummed noise.

“Right now, you’ll stay here with us until the Lord and Lady decide what’s to be done. You have nothing to fear from them; they’re good and kind people. Haldir has told Lord Celeborn what he knows, but they will surely have more questions about where you’re from and where you belong. Can you tell us about your home? Your family?”

Mildrithe’s initial joy at being allowed to stay with Haldir and Idhrien was replaced immediately by a heavy anxiety that flooded into her chest. To even think about her home and family was to break her own cardinal rule, and to talk about them with others—to say the words out loud and thereby make those words real—was unthinkable. Her little face grew hot, and she bunched up her skirt in her fists.

“Mildrithe? Are you alright?”

Idhrien was looking at her with real concern, but that only intensified Mildrithe’s distress. The last thing she wanted to do was to disappoint or upset them, but she had never told this story to anyone else. And she was terrified to do it now.

Haldir reached across to take Mildrithe’s hand, and he spoke to her directly for several moments. When he was done, he nodded at Idhrien.

“He says that he understands that you’re afraid, but he promises to keep you safe. He was honored to have your trust when you were together in the forest, and he hopes that you will honor him again by continuing to trust him now.”

Mildrithe looked from his hand up to his steady, calm eyes. The same eyes that had found her when she was lost. Watched over her while she slept. Noticed when she was hungry or thirsty or in pain. He had protected her at every turn, and he had offered her comfort and affection when even she could recognize that it wasn’t always easy for him to show his feelings. A realization slowly dawned on her–if she couldn’t share this pain with someone like him, someone who had shown her so much care, then she might never be able to share it with anyone. And the prospect of carrying it alone, perhaps for all the days of her life, suddenly felt much more terrifying than facing it together with him now.

She stood and inched hesitantly toward him, and he understood her intention right away, lifting her up to sit on his lap. She leaned her cheek against his chest, and for a time all three of them sat in silence, with only their quiet breathing and the soft beating of Haldir’s heart in her ear. And just when he began to wonder whether she had perhaps drifted off to sleep, she opened her mouth and began her story.

*****

Notes: “Daro” means “stop”/“halt”.

Idhrien (which means “thoughtful”) started life as a reader character in my Haldir story Three Weeks on the Nimrodel. She’s the same person here, just with a name. She’s a city warden in Caras Galadhon, though she and Haldir met and fell in love when she was posted temporarily to the border and found a way past his natural reserve and introversion by respecting it and making him feel at ease as himself. Even in that story, she had a brother that traveled in Rohan and taught her Rohirric, so that worked out well here, too!

I don’t have a super clear idea of where the next chapter is going, so it may take me a while. Just FYI.

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #haldir #mildrithe #sweet reserved guys with the little girls who melt their hearts

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 164- Blood Rage

Summary: Rosie stuns Josie. Legolas is stunned as well by Josie's changing behavior. She and Rahl come face to face and blade to blade after he pushes her last button. Another rune appears on Josie's body but who is drawing them for her? Another symbol could hold the answer. Rahl soon realizes what Josie is capable of. Legolas, where are you?

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, mentions of rape, violence, sexual references

Chapter characters: Josie, Rosie, Legolas, Bash, Charles, Narcisse, Claude, Catherine, Rahl, Killer,

Chapter word count: 6,086

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There was still no sign of Narcisse and you were getting ready to go find Bash when you smelled the very sweet, pungent aroma of roses like you had earlier when you saw the little girl who called herself Rosie.

Upon following the scent that led you to the foyer, there by the wall, sat the reddish haired child on a bench all alone and looking very melancholic.

"R...Rosie?"

"Hello." she softly greeted as her big round ocean like orbs met yours.

"Are you lost little one?" You asked as you pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her.

She shyly giggled. "I'm not little one, you are silly."

"What's that? you replied, somewhat befuddled.

She lowered her head and whimpered quiet cries as she nervously played with her fingers.

"Sweetheart, why do you cry?"

You reached out to comfort her and as your hand went to lay upon hers, it went right through it, just as Rahl's apparition had moved right through you.

Gasping, you yanked your hand back. "Are...are you even real?"

"Not yet." she sniffled. "I never will be if you don't find my daddy."

"Your daddy? Who is your daddy honey?"

"Josie? Who are you talking to?" Legolas asked as he came up behind you with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

You flung to your feet, holding your chest in fright.

"Jesus Legolas! I know you're an elf, but do you have to be of such stealth ALL the freaking time?"

The Prince's stance stiffened in surprise at your scolding.

"I..I'm sorry? I did not mean to startle you. Josie, are...are you alright?"

"I am fine. Why wouldn't I be??"

"Well...because you were speaking to...a wall?"

Your eyes widened and you spun back around to find the little girl gone, but her scent still lingered.

"Oh..umm. Yeah, I was just...talking to myself. Haven't you ever done that?"

"Actuallyyyy...no. Josie...I am worried about you. Lola...she informed me that you had cut your hand and that the healing waters did not mend the wound. It burned you? Is that why you are wearing gloves?"

"Stealthy and nosy as well. It's a cut, big deal and I don't have time for this nonsense. Have you seen Narcisse at all after you left your gossip session about me and god knows what else that took place in front of MY daughter with the ever so lustful Lola?"

Legolas could now see something was indeed wrong with you, for you had never spoken to him in such a manner, not even over his bickering with Haldir that always annoyed you or even about his unwanted opinions on Garrett. Slightly offended and hurt, the Elvenprince decided he would happily tell you what he had learned about Lord Narcisse in hopes that you would finally see what he had been trying to show you about the warlock all along.

"I did not. But Lola has. In a lip lock with Catherine's daughter Claude earlier tonight."

The reaction Legolas expected was certainly not what he received. He expected anger and disgust, which he did get a glimpse of in your gaping eyes, but mostly, they were filled with jealousy. Why, he wondered? For he did not know about your recent relations with Narcisse, but the perplexed Prince of Mirkwood did now as your broken shield allowed your thoughts of that night to run openly wild.

"And she told YOU this and not me?? Of course she did. Anything for you Legolas, right?"

"Why do you speak of her in this way, or myself for that matter? Has Narcisse done something more to you beyond sharing his bed, bath and body that you clearly accepted and indulged in??"

Your eyes slitted at him as your lips pursed tight.

"Legolas...Greenleaf. Now that you know how to invade my thoughts, it does not give you some elfy claim on my mind! If I had my powers right now, I would turn you upside down and use your luscious locks as a mop!!" you threatened, then huffed as you marched off, leaving Legolas with a dropped jaw.

Down the hall you stormed to the ballroom to pour another drink and as you rounded the corner, there stood Catherine looking as stunned as you were to see Claude sitting upon Narcisse's lap.

It was the only moment you could ever share the same feelings as that wretched old woman in wanting to castrate the warlock lord just as he had done to Ashir for taking advantage of Claude just as he himself was doing. Of course, you knew it wasn't him, but it pissed you off nonetheless. As far as Claude, you felt no ill towards her, for it was quite clear in the way she leered at a gawking Catherine, that she was only trying to stick it to her for pulling her into her mother's mess and also...you sympathized with Claude, because you knew what it was like to be used by your own mother and to be taken against your will by a man. It changed you and it seemed to be changing the young Princess too.

It seemed your keen senses still worked, quite well actually, if not better for some reason and you could hear Stephane's words to the red haired beauty as his animal eyes ogled her cleavage.

"Since it seems I am...unattached...would you gather my cape for me Princess and meet me in my chambers?"

Claude did as he asked and glanced back at Catherine in a victorious manner as she exited. Narcisse offered a matching demeanor as he raised his glass to to a fuming Catherine, then he caught your eyes.

With a grin and a wink, he knocked the drink back and also departed. Something told you by the devious gleam in Stephane's eyes, the eyes leading to the soul that Rahl held captive, that the evil alter was just getting started with his diabolical deeds and there would be much more to come.

As Catherine began to go after them, your raced past her, purposely and harshly grazing her arm with yours, enough to make her stumble to the side and leaving her gasping as she watched you dash around the doorway and disappear.

You quickly lost sight of Narcisse and Claude, but saw Bash and Charles from the distance, geared up and exiting the main entrance of the castle, heading out in search for Delphine in the city as Bash had promised you he would do.

"Bash!!" you shouted, out of breath as you ran down the hall and out the door only to see the two warlocks riding off on their horses.

"Oh god. Please be safe." you fearfully whispered as they disappeared into the darkness, for you did not know Bash was going to take Stephane's son with him.

They were doing this for you and if anything happened to them, you would never forgive yourself and Narcisse...well, you didn't even want to think about what he would do. He had already flipped out when his brother had been hurt by Harker and now his son would be put in danger. Charles had powers though that could help protect them and also, Aragorn, Bard and Gimli were in the city too, looking for Haldir, so you felt that it all could be a good thing, that maybe they would all find each other.

On your way to Stephane's chambers, without one ounce of fear in you at the possibility of facing down the fanged and ferocious feline, you passed a crying and very frightened Claude.

"Claude?? What has happened? Did he hurt you???"

"There is something very wrong with Lord Narcisse. You need to stay far far away from him." she sobbed and sniffled.

"Ok, ok. Try to relax and tell me what happened."

"He's lost his damn mind. That's what's happened. His rules are to use no black magic here, which as you know, is why my mother and I had been punished, yet the hypocritical cretin just used it upon me. I could feel it. The pull, to get me to give him my body."

"Narcisse...he is not quite...himself lately and you're right in a sense about him losing his mind. Long story. But..how..how did you manage to get away?"

"Something distracted him as he groped me. It was like...it was like he sensed something and stopped himself. Possibly you? I think he knew you were near."

"Or Stephane..." you mumbled.

You now thought that it may have been Stephane fighting back against Rahl and that's why he ceased his advances on Claude and if that were the case, then you might have a chance at bringing him back.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing...just go be with your baby and lock your doors for the night. And please, keep this to yourself. I will go speak with him."

"Are you mad?? What if he tries something on you too??"

"Oh, I can handle the man in that room. Trust me. Now go."

Strangely, Narcisse now had guards at his chamber door and as you approached, one opened the door for you without a word which confirmed to you that he knew you were coming and that he wanted to see you....but you were expecting to see Stephane because Claude did not mention his appearance. Surely she would have if he looked as you now saw him when Rahl himself, in the flesh, acknowledged your presence before you even spoke.

"Hello Josephine, or should I call you...Jo?"

The warlock lord of long chocolate locks stood with his back to you, then turned around with a succulent smile and sparkling sapphire eyes. He wore a collared and sleeveless red robe that accentuated his bare, muscular arms that had a sun kissed sheen from the firelight. Minus the provocative, uncovered skin, his attire reminded you of Thranduil's, as the upper half of the garment was form fitting and then blended into a loosely flowing skirt from the waist down to the floor. The neckline was of a typical flared collar and quite provocative as it openly descended in a gold trimmed V line to the waist, revealing his smooth chiseled chest and sculpted stomach. Apparently, Rahl was just as proud of his physical form as Stephane was, but clearly very much more.

"Only Stephane calls me that and YOU are not him."

"I will agree with you there. I am not my alter."

"He is not your alter. You are his!"

"Are you sure about that? I am very much aware that my meddling brother has revealed my identity to you and I know of his plans for this night and he will surely pay for that, but Sebastian knows not what he speaks of."

"Well I do. My mother created you with her black magic out of that damn book! You're not even real."

"Correction my fellow and quite lovely witch. I am very real. I existed long before Caroline used that lovely little spell to strengthen me."

"And I will find Ashmole to send you back to hell. I know all that you have done. Stephane is good. You are pure evil. A murderer. You exist because Stephane couldn't handle the things his father made him do and in that despair and desperation to protect himself, his mind, unknowingly to him, broke in two, creating someone who could please his father so he could be relieved of his mental suffering. You are merely a figment of his imagination, per se. My father ended you and you were only resurrected again because of Jareth."

"Ahhh, correction again my dear girl. I exist because I am the strong one. It is I, Darken Rahl, that stands before you, not my opposite, the pathetic and weak warlock you know and love, which is why it was so easy to reclaim my body, my soul, with of course, the aid from the goblin King. What you are right about though is MY father. Yes. Also a murderer...of my mother and I handled him. He got everything he deserved and now he can rot in the hell you threaten to send me to, which will never happen. If you kill me, you kill Stephane."

"I don't believe that at all. He didn't die before when you were banished. Do you even hear yourself? Stephane is the true and only identity. You will die, not him. And are you sure your father is where you believe him to be?? It would seem that Jareth has brought back all the evil ones to join his army of the dead. I would not be surprised if your daddy dearest was one of them."

Rahl folded his hands together over his stomach, fidgeting with his ring just as Narcisse would do, and then he approached you with a confident grin.

"If my father were to walk the earth again, I will just handle him once more. But with that said, Jareth merely opened the gates of hell. The dead do not have to return if they so choose. Being the coward my father is, I do not expect to see him. He has many enemies and many of his foes are the dead that have chosen to come back. You see, evil does not always play well with other evil. The living cannot kill them but the risen dead can indeed die by the hands of other dead. They won't all be a united army of allies. Some will kill each other and they can never return again. By the power of three times three, the twice born will see that twice dead is forever. Ashmole and those runes are not solely needed."

Your heart sank as you instantly thought of Thranduil. You knew he would never choose to be one of the dark ones, even if it meant being with you and his daughter. It was a feeling of relief but simultaneously the heaviest of heartaches. Your unanswered question to Legolas had been answered. You would not see your King again and the sadness of that vindication turned to anger.

"It will be needed for you and I will find it! I will bring Stephane back and he will help me rid of you and this curse upon him and myself. He's far from weak. His powers ignite mine and mine his."

Rahl chuckled in his amusement. "Yet you have no power. And he no more wants that book found than I do or he would have given it to you long ago."

You saw it in the wicked warlock's eyes. The real reason he chose to come back.

"Ahh, so that is why you are here. To probe Stephane's mind because he knows where Ashmole is and you don't."

"There are things we all do not know...Queen...Josephine." Rahl retorted with a smug grin, for he was now simply toying with you to distract you. "Tell me, how is that sweet child of mine, Lola?"

"What???"

"I thought that would get your undivided attention. Lady Lola, the meek one you have taken under your wing. She is my daughter. Her mother, Jocelyn, I believe you knew her quite well."

"You're...you're lying! You're just fucking with me because it gets you off to screw with people. Her mother can't be the Jocelyn I knew. How is that even possible??"

"Oh, it's very possible. There's so much you do not know but I'm not much up to explaining anymore to you, for your dirty words have made me feel a bit...aroused. I would most definitely love to fuck with you. It would easily get me off, yes. Maybe we could meet for a ...bath...later?" Rahl proposed in a slithering manner as he teased a lock of your hair between his fingers.

You realized you had stupidly set yourself up for that one and it now became clear to you that Rahl had all of Stephane's memories but Stephane did not have all of Rahl's from what Bash had explained. If it were even true, Stephane obviously didn't even know Lola was his daughter and you could see why Jocelyn wouldn't have told him. Did Rahl do to Jocelyn what he had just tried to do to Claude? And what about Sarah? How did she end up with Jocelyn and not Lola? Your mind was spinning like a top. And as far as the whereabouts of Ashmole, Stephane had it deeply hidden in his mind just as well as he had it hidden somewhere in his castle and you now understood as to why he didn't tell you where it was. Would it kill him too? Like Rahl said? Was Rahl really the sole proprietor of the body before you?

Forcing your thoughts away, you grabbed his wrist, the wrist that held the same butterfly birthmark as Stephane's.

"Don't you ever touch me without my permission. Just ask Stephane how that turned out for him once upon a time."

Chuckling again, Rahl ignored your warning and yanked you into his arms. "I don't have to ask him. I already know. You can abuse me. Trust me, I like being slapped."

The hot pepper of his breath and the voodoo in his dilated eyes, rendered you helpless in his firm grip. It was his poison inside of you. He was using it to his advantage and in that moment, you pleaded with Stephane.

"Stephane, I know you are in there. I know you can hear me. Help me, please. You are stronger than him. You are the real one, not him. You are the one that knows me and loves me. You fought him once when he attacked me in his beast form. You can do it again."

As your tearful eyes gazed into Rahl's cold ones, his pupils began to soften and his head dropped.

"Jo..my Jo? Is that you?" he whispered in struggled breaths.

"YES! Yes it is me Stephane. Fight him! You can do it!"

Rahl's head hung immobile for a few seconds and then it slowly rose with yellow eyes of the devil himself.

"You foolish witch!" Rahl reveled with a livid laugh. "Did you really think it was that simple? All I had to do was remind him of Haldir's lips on yours and it instantly shut him down. I am the one in control here and I want to taste once more what he had... and what I want, I get."

"You're the fool! Don't you mean what YOU had?? Since you're one and the same??? But you're NOT the same and he is proving it!"

Your rage was enough to push him off of you, but he grabbed you right back up, helpless once again and weaker, for his mental and poisonous power was draining you and Stephane knew it.

Suddenly, you were shoved with great force, onto your back as another ferocious cat appeared, but it wasn't the jet black panther, it was a snowy white tiger of illuminating beauty and gentle ice blue eyes that flickered in the firelight as they preyed upon yours with love.

You felt solace in that moment, even without ever knowing this side of Stephane, for you knew now and understood his symbolic ring he wore and his love of cats and you smiled at him courageously, knowing the giant black striped carnivore was no threat to you at all, but there to help you. Stephane's cowardly guards though, selfishly ran for their lives, slamming the door behind them. They must have faced the white tiger before.

You didn't know much about tigers, but what you did know was that they could not purr like a domestic cat, only roar. But this was different. This was magic. Stephane was magic. Soft, rumbling vibrations from the cat's throat echoed through the room as he approached you so humbly in a graceful, tender pace, trying not to frighten you.

When he reached you, Narcisse stood still, towering over your body as his peppermint breath tickled your nose and his blazing blue eyes slowly and softly blinked into yours, a cat's sign of trust. He then lifted his enormous furry forepaw and extended it towards your injured hand, gently grazing your fingertips with retracted claws and in that moment, light blue sparks flickered about as they always did when your hands would touch each other. The magic was still there and you knew what he was was trying to do. To heal you and bring yours back. He was the antidote to Rahl's venom, the light over the dark, the yang over the yin, but you soon would realize it was not the electricity you needed.

You removed your lace glove and bravely caressed his beastly chops and as you did so, your fingertips once again lightly sparked against him, bringing forth a sorrowful soft roar as he closed his eyes and nudged his head into your neck. You stretched your arms up and an embraced him tightly as you whispered into his sensitive ear.

" It's ok Stephane. This is not your fault. I knew you could hear me. I knew you could fight him, but for how long?? We will help each other. I will find a way. I won't let him hurt you. This is so crazy because you and he are the same being and I'm scared that if I hurt him, I will hurt you like he said would happen."

Narcisse stepped back, leaning one forearm inwards and bowed to you. You then understood that he was telling you to do whatever was necessary to defeat the dark lord. He then brought his wet snout to your hand and his tongue began to extend to lick your wound, making you realize it was his peppermint saliva that would counteract the venom....but it never happened.

Before his warm sandpaper papillae could reach your incision, a deathly looking man you had never seen before, with bold black hair like Rahl's, appeared out of nowhere and blew Silverbane into Narcisse's face.

You shook and cried as you helplessly watched Stephane paw at his eyes and roll around in pain, but it was short lived, for in a matter of seconds, an uninjured Darken Rahl stood before you once again....and that told you right there that he was not real, that he was not the one with the soul, but did that mean Stephane would not be harmed if Rahl were? None of it made sense because they shared the same skin, but...did magic ever make sense??

"So sorry to ruin your beautiful reunion." Rahl spoke with extreme sarcasm. "But the fun is over now. Stephane had his moment and let me assure you, it will never happen again. Let me introduce you to my faithful and loyal servant, Killer. A name quite deserving."

Rahl turned to the man you believed to be one of the resurrected and judging by his pale skin and the gray tint around his dark eyes, he had been dead for a very long time.

"A job well done as always, Killer....unlike Stephane's cowardly guards." Rahl commended with a snarl.

The man did not speak. He simply smiled and bowed his head.

"Now, where were we."

Rahl turned back to you, not expecting to see what he did.

"Never turn your back on a witch!" you exclaimed, holding the blade in an attack stance, that you had concealed under your dress, strapped to your leg.

A light breeze flowed over you from the open window above as the growing moon cast it's light over you, recharging you just as Stephane's touch did and illuminating a newly formed rune on your upper arm that meant courage in combat, although you did not know this yet or how it got there just like the one on your neck meaning strength and even though you knew this revitalization would be temporary, it could be enough time for you to show Rahl exactly who you were.

Rahl's smile was wide and his eyes thrilled. "A feisty one! I can see why Stephane was drawn to you. Desires you. A worthy opponent you are indeed. I too like games. A rare similarity he and I share. And I can see you and I share one as well. Clair de lune. (Moonlight).

He turned his back on you once more, to prove to you he did not fear you as he gazed up and the earth's neon night light, letting the rays shower over him through the crystalline prism in the window's center.

"Ahhhhh..." he softly and sensually moaned, rolling his eyes back as it struck him like a fortuitous wet dream while he too soaked the captivating energy into his body.

"The winter solstice will be upon us soon and last into the new year. Do you see the two constellations over the moon Josephine? The third will appear that night when the moon is full, a union of body, mind and spirit, forming a triangle of stability and power if the point is facing up, instability if down and reproduction if inverted, all symbolizing what Jareth has brought forth. A power like no other. Right now, all is unstable in the three week Sagittarius retrograde, causing all to rotate backwards, creating the negative energy I so love as it incites various wars of the world and mind."

The birthmark on your lower back was of identical triangular form and once again, it was burning. What was happening? Whatever it was, it was definitely inciting something in you. Something wicked.

"Well guess what Rahl? I'm a Sagittarius bitch!"

He turned back to you with a full grin of pearly whites.

"So, let us play, shall we. Winner gets choice of position. Personally, I like to take my prey from behind."

Rahl walked over to a table that a full length sword laid upon and as he ran his fingers over it, he noticed Killer glaring at you. He then raised his hand, shaking two fingers at him.

"Stay. I want to see what she's got."

Rahl fearlessly approached you with the blade in hand, lowered and hanging at his side and then he stopped about two arm lengths before you with a seductive smile as he leered into your angry eyes.

"To be fair, your short blade is no match for the one of my...length. Take this."

His sexual double standards were beginning to irritate you, enough so that it was even exciting you and that pissed you off even more. The only attraction you had to him was because he was Narcisse under that disguise.

"It is not the length that matters, it's how you use it." you riposted with a smug grin to match his innuendos.

"Ahhh clever one. That may be in the bedroom, but I assure you it is not for a game of fencing. Are you really that confident with your lack of experience? Afraid you can't handle a sword of such...size?"

You knew he was right. What experience did you have in a sword fight? You certainly lost to your King that day in the clearing with a short blade while training for the fight with the dark elves. Sure, Thranduil was the most skilled of elves with any weapon, so you never really had a chance to begin with and sure enough, with an invisible strike, he had knocked the blade clean out of your hand to prove it. With that thought, you then submitted to Rahl's offer.

You lifted your dress, revealing your bare leg to the eyes of a very attentive Rahl and placed your sword back into the strap, then, with pursed lips and a fixated stare, you swiped the sword from his hand.

"Come... with me my lady."

Rahl led you through an open back doorway of his chambers that led down a flight of stairs to a colossal cave like room filled with fire lit lanterns all over the stone walls and a dirt floor that appeared to be for fighting.

He then unsheathed his sword and smiled once, his eyes intrigued and possibly even intimidated as they remained locked in your intense gaze, then simultaneously, your blades loudly clanked as they united with two hard strikes, the jolt sending a painful numbing sensation through your hand and arm. This was nothing like your archery lesson with Stephane. Was Rahl trying to do the same? Teach you?

"Still want to continue, little one?"

"Don't you ever call me that!" you raged, thinking of Garrett, and swung at him again.

"Good girl Josephine...use that venom I gave you!"

Around in circles you both went, your feet scuffling through the dirt and your hits keeping up with his until one swift swing of his sword knocked yours to the ground and you found yourself pinned against a pillar with a blade to your throat.

"Why Josephine, I just don't think you're angry enough." Rahl snared through his teeth.

"Don't you know anger blinds you??"

Those were words of wisdom Thranduil had planted into your mind multiple times and you knew it to be so very true. Although, if used rationally, a skill quite hard to grasp in a bout of adrenalized rage, it could be an advantage.

An impromptu sock to his cock and another to his throat, freed you instantly and as Rahl huddled over gasping, you reclaimed your sword. As you swung it, his revival was perfectly punctual and round and round you both dueled again.

"Cheap trick Josephine. I love wicked witches. I like it rough. You would make me a splendid Queen in more ways than one." he huffed through the strikes as he began to physically sweat.

You had hit him where it hurt physically and now you would target his manhood mentally.

"I will never be your Queen, for your cock will never measure up to my King Thranduil's! Now that was a prize penis, you egotistical fuck."

The look on the warlock's pride scorned face was priceless to you and it gave you the opening you planned for.

With a screaming swift swipe, you knocked HIS sword to the ground this time.

As you pointed the piercing edge at his throat, his eyes widened and his pupils gaped of darkness like that of the panther you expected to soon encounter once again.

Instead...Rahl's angered lips formed into a grin and then...he was gone.

Behind you he appeared, stalking you like a cat ready to pounce. You spun around only to have your sword ripped from your hand as if he were a man sized magnet and then you were gripped firmly by the throat.

The electricity was still there between yours and Stephane's body and Rahl's hand lit up with blue bolts of audible energy, sending his own charged up packing punch right through you and then you could feel your feet leaving the ground as you were lifted by his stupendous strength.

"Chea..ter." you choked and gasped as you helplessly smacked and tugged at his magnetized fingers. "What happ..ened...to..f...fair? I...have no..m..m..magic."

"Oh, in my games, it is no holds barred. Let's see you get yourself out of this one...wise...witch! Better think fast before your lights go out." he viciously teased as held up your emerald pendant by it's severed chain with his other hand and chucked it across the room.

Think...it was something you now struggled with as the air was being snuffed out of you and your body pulverized by electricity. You had no lifeline now, nothing. Nothing but the unexpected and relentless rage that sparked in your very soul.

In that moment, your eyes filled with blood just as Garrett's had when you saw his true vampire form take over and attack Narcisse's guards. Was this coming from him?? Because you shared his vampire blood? Did Rahl's venom or electricity ignite it? Whatever it was, you could not control it.

Rahl lowered and released you, then he backed away in shock as you stood almost trance like with a death glare upon him and his servant.

Killer's black eyes and mouth gaped wide as did Rahl's. "It's the blood rage. She...she's a weaver! She can kill us both. Run my lord!"

Both warlocks raced up the stairs while you picked up your sword and pendant, then followed them at a casual, slow pace, as if you were under some spell, or maybe your mind just plain snapped like Stephane's once had? Your thoughts were clear but your ability to control your actions were gone. It was like something out of the movie Carrie....like you were possessed.

As you appeared in the doorway of Narcisse's chambers, Killer was gone and Rahl was standing in the middle of a pentagram painted in red on the floor, chanting some kind of spell. He whipped around when he sensed you and then blue flames suddenly erupted around him. It was then that you realized the cowardly warlock was dipping.

"AHHHHH!!!" you screamed and charged at him with your sword raised, proving your advice about irrational anger, for you weren't even thinking of how you could hurt Stephane if you hurt Rahl, but just as you swiped the blade at his face, Rahl threw his head back and disappeared.

Rahl made his way to a private corridor and stood befuddled as his fingers lightly traced the superficial slash on his cheek. He tried to regroup with his thoughts, for now they were all in a state of disarray at what he just witnessed. The wide warlock had no inkling whatsoever that you were a weaver and it became clear to him that you did not know either.

Moments after, two of his guards entered the room.

"My lord. Has something happened?"

"The witch Queen is a weaver." he muttered as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror.

"You mean...like a...spider??"

Rahl's head turned to him ever so slowly with a dumfounded look in his sullen eyes.

"No you oaf! But if she were...she would be a deadly one. A weaver is a witch with the only power to kill the dead, besides the dead themselves, either physically or by magic, without Ashmole and the runes, although she would still need it for the vast majority of them. She has the power to create any spell she chooses as well, but she is unaware of it. Now that I know what she is, I will be prepared to handle her as is, but she must never regain her powers. Especially with the blood rage gene inside of her. If only I had known about it before inducing it with my venom."

"If she can end your existence my lord, then why do you not just end hers? Besides, would she really hurt you and risk killing Stephane?"

"Look at my face you imbecile!! If I hadn't moved back in time, I would be headless!! It was the blood rage. If not for that, she would have been able to control her emotions. They make her strong but so very dangerous. She would never risk Stephane's life otherwise. I want her alive. She will be of great use to me. Keep a close eye on her while I am out. I need to go handle another situation in the city."

"Yes my lord."

The guards bowed and departed and soon, so did Rahl to hunt down his brother.

You were long gone from Narcisse's chambers, lost and wandering about the empty halls, dazed, confused and trembling as you came down from the adrenaline high.

You called out, pleading to Legolas in your mind as your feet shuffled along the floor, hoping he would hear you. He was all you had now in the entire world and you felt you may have lost him too after how you had treated him earlier. You didn't even know how it happened. It just...happened.

"Josie?? Where are you???" was the last thing you heard before you hit the ground.

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So This Is Love - Haldir X Female (Human) Reader

Title: So This Is Love

Haldir X Female (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Aragorn (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 1,555

Warnings: A bit sad and a bit bittersweet, Reader is Aragorn's older sister, basically love at first sight somewhat, crying, pretty angsty, death mentioned, confessions, sad but bittersweet ending, and some fluff

Lórien was beautiful, if not the most beautiful place in all of Middle Earth. It was where the Galadhrim Elves dwelt, Lothlórien was a peaceful haven away from the war between good and evil that raged in the world outside of the high trees and wonderful scenery. And the Elves themselves were lovely people, friendly Elves who lived in harmony with nature. And in Lórien was where you first met Haldir.

When you first met Haldir, you were immediately drawn to him. From his long blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and even the way he stood. He was magnificent. Your younger brother, Aragorn, a ranger like yourself, was friends with the Elf. So, when Aragorn introduced you to Haldir, you couldn't help but stare at him in awe. Your heart raced every time his blue eyes caught yours and the soft expression on his face made you melt. You could spend the rest of your life trying to capture that kind of beauty.

Haldir found you captivating when Aragorn introduced you. It didn't take long before the two of you became close friends. Haldir would tell you stories of all the adventures he'd gone on or teach you new things about the Elven culture that you didn't know about. You'd sometimes just talk about the things you liked to do or enjoyed; the two of you had so many similarities you felt like you had known each other since forever.

That is until something happened. One day you woke up and suddenly your entire world changed. The world around you seemed brighter as your heart hammered deeply in your chest. You woke up and realized you were in love with Haldir. The only thing worse than that realization was realizing that your love could never be. That night, you cried yourself to sleep and Aragorn tried everything he could think of to comfort you. He saw the signs, he saw how you looked at Haldir. He knew.

Haldir was in a similar situation. But he was quick to push his feelings down, ignoring them. The love between an Elf and a human could never be. Human lives were so short. Elves lived thousands of years whereas humans live only one hundred. They wouldn't survive if they ever fell in love with each other. And though his heart raced whenever you smiled at him, he pushed it back down every time. Every time you said hello to him, Haldir felt butterflies flutter in his stomach and he was sure he would burst out into flames from sheer happiness and awe of you. But it was not meant to be. Though, the more time he spent with you, the more and more he longed for you, and the more he stopped ignoring his feelings.

For the next couple of days, you and Haldir hardly spoke to one another, and though you two had never said anything about those dreadfully blossoming feelings, it was as if you both knew. You both could see the sadness in each other's eyes when you walked past one another, the longing and sorrow in your eyes. Even without saying anything, you both felt what the other was feeling. It was like you both were connected somehow, your souls entwined together, and neither of you wanted to let go. It was as though you and Haldir were destined for each other. The universe had been set in motion by fate, the universe had chosen you two to find each other and make it work. But destiny was cruel, as you learned, you could die and leave Haldir all alone for the rest of his many, many years and days. You couldn't live with yourself at the thought of his grief and pain if you passed. Destiny was a cruel, heartless mistress who flourished in pain and agony but also took pleasure in making others feel the same.

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You stood, staring off into the distance as the cold night air blew past you, you almost shuddered, the bitter wind was chilling to the bone, yet you, mentally, barely noticed. The tears falling from your eyes stung, and the ice in your heart was slowly melting, leaving you with nothing but emptiness inside. You closed your eyes, trying to forget the world around you as you pretended you were somewhere else, maybe in a garden or field with wildflowers or poppies, watching the stars above as they shined on you.

"I thought I would find you here." You heard a voice, your eyes opening as you frowned. You knew that voice. Haldir stood beside you, staring off at the world around him, looking almost as emotionless as you were trying to be. "Can I join you?" He asked and you pursed your lips.

"You might as well, it is not as if I own the ground underneath your feet," You waved a hand slightly, "You may do as you wish. I can not stop you." You knew you sounded a bit defensive, maybe even sarcastic, but Haldir seemed unfazed. He merely nodded, continuing to stand next to you. You stayed silent for a few moments, watching the starlight above twinkling down on you.

"Is... There any reason why you have been avoiding me?" Haldir gently asked, his fingers fidgeting on the balcony railing, only for you to let out a humorless laugh.

"As if you haven't been doing the same."

Haldir pursed his own lips, turning to stare at your side profile, watching as the moonlight hit your face perfectly, illuminating your features to the point that he could clearly see how hurt you were. A pang of guilt shot through his chest and he swallowed nervously. "I... I apologize sincerely, my-"

"... How did you know?" You whispered, interrupting him, your voice trembling slightly. "How did you know I loved you, Haldir?" You looked down at the ground, your arms crossed tightly across your chest as the wind blew another frigid blast of the air against your cheeks. His breath stopped and he turned completely towards you. He stared into your eyes and could see the tears gathering behind your lashes. He moved forward tentatively, stopping inches away from you.

"As Elves... We just know. For years of living, we can tell just by someone's look… Espression," Haldir softly spoke, glancing down at the ground briefly, "I knew you had grown feelings for me after the first couple of days of meeting each other, and..." Haldir swallowed thickly, "I must confess, I feel the same."

You let out a sigh, your heart racing at the confirmation, feeling your frown turn into a sad smile, "It can never be, Haldir," You finally locked eyes with his, "Human and Elven love is as tragic as they come." You shook your head sadly.

"I know," Haldir spoke, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek, brushing a tear away. "I wish it was not true, but it is."

"I hate this," You began, closing your eyes tight as you pulled away from Haldir, running a hand through your hair, "I loathe this! This feeling- this feeling in my chest, hurts." You clenched your hand over your heart, feeling more tears well up in your eyes. "I want it to go away."

Haldir watched you silently, feeling that same pain in his own heart as you spoke, "I cannot change the outcome of our situation. Neither can you," He began, as you turned to look at him, "But," He paused, "We could try..." Haldir wanted to try, he'd deal with the heartbreak just to live his life with you. But was he being selfish? Taking you away from a life where you could find someone and spend your life together, live together, die together... Was he selfish to want that with you? To wish he could die by your side...

"You know that cannot happen." You spoke up, bringing Haldir out of his mind, "I'll die before you will." You sighed, shaking your head. "There is no future we can build together. No matter how hard we try to build one."

"So then," Haldir said, moving closer to you, putting a gentle hand upon yours on the balcony railing, "What are we to do?" You bit your lip and averted your gaze.

"We do not do anything," You muttered, feeling your heart shattering the more and more you breathed and spoke, "We do not do anything." You repeated.

Haldir nodded, his heart in the pit of his stomach as he held your hand, the two of you looked out at the world around you, staring up at the stars for one last time, wishing you could live out the remainder of your lives together. But you both knew it wasn't going to happen. And though you couldn't, you and Haldir left a piece of your hearts with one another, a small piece of your souls. Just like the stars above, you and Haldir would continue to shine for each other, and never truly forget each other. The grief you both felt swirled in the air around you, creating a heavy cloud of sorrow and equally sorrowful thoughts. But you and Haldir simply continued to watch the sky in silence, hoping that one day, it might bring some relief to both of you and your broken hearts in the future.

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this is... such a random question, but i sent an ask awhile ago asking for ur headcanons or ideas on what the bathing habits of elves and dwarves are like. like, do they have bathhouses or private baths? if public, are they separated by sex? are they only accessed by the royalty? i guess im just wondering if you got it. if you didn't and are now just seeing this— id also love to hear if you think baby / youngster legolas liked bathing, or if he was one of those kids who would sooner track mud all over mirkwood than dip his toe in the water.

i also included my personal hc about the dwarves situation, but i don't remember it now

Hello Anon!

I'm sorry it has taken a while to get to this headcanon request, but I did get the original Ask you submitted further a while back:

Let me just go ahead and address your questions about bathing practices with a few simple answers. 😊

Did Legolas like baths when he was a child?

Legolas did not dislike baths per se; he was just the sort of child who was always too busy running around getting himself dirty, and having to take baths was kind of a nuisance that he felt was pointless. "I am just going to get dirty anyway!", as his logic goes.

Nonetheless, as a prince, good hygiene was required, so he did bathe regularly with the help of his nursemaid and occasionally the Queen herself.

His baths were done indoors, in a bathroom and tub of his own, where his nursemaid would spend a good amount of time scrubbing the dirt out of his hair and between his fingers and toes.

While Legolas had to be chased down to get into the tub, once he was actually in it, he enjoyed bathing. He liked to take toys and random objects into the bath to play with. Sometimes, he would sing silly songs! And he splashed water out of the tub. A lot.

SotWK-verse fun fact: Legolas's nursemaid was the mother of Haldir of Lothlorien! She raised not only her own 3 sons, but also helped raise all 5 of the Thranduilions, so she had patience in spades.

How did Elves bathe?

In most Elven communities, including Rivendell and Lothrlorien, I believe many elves have bathing spaces inside their own homes, so bathing is, for the most part, done privately. There are a few public bathhouses available, and these are indoor facilities. I don't believe genders are separated, BUT the spaces/tubs are arranged so each person could have their privacy. I think Elves see bathing almost as a ritual, a form of healing of mind and body that should be done with care, in a quiet and calm space.

In Silvan communities such as the Woodland Realm, where social norms are a bit more relaxed and "liberated", you might say, things are different. While the traditional private home baths (more common for lords/ladies) and public bathhouses are available, there are also public outdoor baths, aka communal bathing in rivers/streams/lakes. Most Silvan Elves who reside near bodies of water bathe this way, and there is no privacy or gender separation expected. Although bathing is done in public (and yes, fully unclothed), it is still a calm and relaxing practice. Personal spaces are respected, and everyone goes about their own business without making a fuss or bothering anyone else. Adult Elves don't play or get rowdy when taking baths; it's considered bad manners. Playful behavior is reserved for swimming, which is considered a different activity altogether.

How did Dwarves bathe?

I mean, that Extended Edition scene in Rivendell gave us a pretty clear idea of how these guys get clean, didn't it?

I fully agree with your HCs and the way you described how Dwarves use public bathhouses. I think private baths are less common for them than they are for Elves, because Dwarves are highly social within their own communities. Any activity they can do as a group, they will!

Dwarves seem to have no qualms about getting naked in front of each other, regardless of age or gender or familiarity. It could be a naturally respectful aspect in their culture, or perhaps the way they view their bodies is different from other races. (Could it be the amount of body hair covering them?)

Their bathhouses are massive and grand facilities, intended for long use. Dwarves might not bathe as frequently as Elves, but when they do, they can literally take hours, almost like having a spa day!

Rowdy playtime during baths clearly is acceptable at any age.

Thank you for reading!

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rohirric-hunter · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

My newest WIP that's been nagging at me (that TBH I may never write but I'd like to) occurred to me just the other day:

And they added also coils of rope, three to each boat. Slender they looked, but strong, silken to the touch, grey of hue like the elven-cloaks. "What are these?" asked Sam, handling one that lay upon the greensward. "Ropes indeed!" answered an Elf from the boats. "Never travel far without a rope! And one that is long and strong and light. Such are these. They may be a help in many needs." "You don't need to tell me that!" said Sam. "I came without any, and I've been worried ever since. But I was wondering what these were made of, knowing a bit about rope-making: it's in the family as you might say." "They are made of hithlain," said the Elf, "but there is no time now to instruct you in the art of their making. Had we known that this craft delighted you, we could have taught you much. But now alas! unless you should at some time return hither, you must be content with our gift. May it serve you well!"

We don't get much information about this Elf, not even a gender. But this moment is so fascinating because whoever they are, they're given this odd moment of kinship with Sam, who laments his lack of a rope in almost the same words.

I think this Elf was born in Middle-earth; Haldir seems to have been. What's it like, knowing that soon you'll leave everything you've ever known behind? Knowing that the world you left behind, your home, will forget you in just a few hundred years? Most likely they didn't have much contact with the world outside of Lothlórien, but they lived in it, still. And with the time of their departure fast approaching, did they wonder if they should have gone wandering more, met more people from outside their home? Learned about those people that they may never have a chance to know about now? Taught some skills to them so that in some way their legacy could live on, and they could leave a footprint, however small, in the world they leave behind?

Do you think that many years down the line, Sam is out walking in the Shire one night and happens across a company of Elves traveling West, as happens sometimes? Do you think that maybe one of them pulls him aside, and talks of rope, and that perhaps the two of them sit together in the woods above Woodhall until the morning, and the Elf teaches Sam to make rope in the fashion of his people? It's a shabby skill, hastily taught, but perhaps Sam remembers it, as best he can, and perhaps he passes it on to one of his children. Rope-making is in the family, after all.

And after a hundred years, or two, or five, no one will remember that Elf, except as a passing note in the history books. But maybe in the Shire a few ropemakers produce rope that is unusually light and strong -- not the same, of course, as the ropes from Lothlórien, but perhaps a version of it, with those techniques mixed in with Shire-arts older than the hills. Not a pure preservation of the art of Lórien. But still it lives on.

I'm not great at Elvish, but I think hithlain means "mist thread." Most likely this is a commentary on the attributes of the material, rather than literally what it's made of. But that would be a cool title for the fic, I think: Mist Thread. Or some variation on that.

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Omg of course you can do something with the idea if you want! I don't mind at all and the fact you liked the idea so much makes me so happy💕

And I'm also fine with being called girl in like a gender neutral way yk like the same way people say guys to refer to everyone sometimes, so no worries with that either!

-🌱

YEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW with permission then I present.......

A Failure of Words- Haldir x GN!Reader

Warnings: brief implication of past trauma, GOOFY ELF CONTENT 😌🤙🏻

“What are you going to do, then, shoot it down?”

And you had laughed at that. Was it really so funny? Complaining about a cloud and his brother suggests firing an arrow at it? Haldir scoffed. Surely your giggling was only to respond politely to their inane humor.

You had been excelling in your target practice of late, your skills with a bow increasing thanks to Haldir as much as his brothers, while Rúmil and Orophin were more to thank for your progress in Elvish. Necessity, of course, as he was the only one with any skills in Common, something you had initially bonded over. Yet somehow your simple bond with his brothers seemed...different. Had Haldir himself ever made you laugh so? Had he ever tried?

"Come, now," Orophin addressed you by name, "hit three more targets and we'll show you that old painting of our beloved Haldir!"

Grinning, you took up your weapon again, stretching some exertion from your muscles before you followed the others' motions toward the next dangling piece of chipped wood. Rolling his eyes, Haldir followed.

Rúmil struggled several times to pick up the roll he'd dropped, and upon final success at lifting it he thrashed about as if the thing was fighting back. Again you laughed, a hand falling to the table you sat at.

"My father used to do that too- it's as if you knew! I had no idea you two were so funny. I suppose Haldir is the serious one," you teased, gaze shifting to the eldest brother.

All this time he'd thought of them as the ridiculous ones more than himself an outlier. They had not been promoted, neither had bothered to learn the common tongue, both preferred an aimless life in the trees to the ambitions of the world, protection of what they held dear. Not that they couldn't fight, but... Was Haldir himself the outcast? Heart sinking, he gazed around the table, taking in how easily conversation flowed between you and his brothers. Like the breeze. Haldir was the one who had accepted you when you first came to Lothlórien as a refugee, fought for an outsider to stay despite his usual prejudices. The torture you'd had to endure at the hands of your captors made him sick to even imagine, and fortuitously Galadriel had agreed.

He was the only one who truly knew your secrets, and so he had desired to be the first to truly make you smile again; now, it seemed, his brothers had robbed him of that, forced him back into his station as "the serious one". Worst of all, perhaps not the one who would hold your heart.

Instant it was not, but the elf had found himself falling for you more and more during his time as your guide. Watching your wonder as you were led higher and higher into the sun-soaked trees, chuckling at your confusion when you pronounced and repeated new Elvish words. Seeing you bloom like a sunflower finding its roots once more. Always had he struggled with displays of affection, and perhaps that had cost him more than time. Or else this was another challenge for the captain, a new type of battle to undertake: correcting the many times his words failed him in the face of your fair spirit.

"You might be surprised," he finally spoke, interrupting his own whirlwind of thoughts again to meet your eyes, "you are aware, after all, of how much I taught them."

Rúmil and Orophin's heads both tilted, gazing at their eldest brother with new interest. Newly widening smiles. Knowing ones. An unfortunate side effect he would deal with later. For the time being, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"Of course I am," you replied, taking a sip from your goblet of water, "Tracking, archery... And surely they would not know so much of your history were it not for you."

"And about the beasts of the land, of course." A breeze blew through his hair as he inhaled, next line at the ready. "After all, my name is Hal-deer."

Groaning, Orophin and Rúmil both simultaneously dropped their heads into their hands, shaking them with great disapproval. Lacking fluency though they may have been, they knew enough to recognize such a play on words, and it was clear they did not like it. Too bad- it wasn't for them.

You? Bursting into laughter, you clapped your hands lightly, head thrown back in amusement that had Haldir grinning widely for the first time in likely far too long.

Still shaking their heads, both younger brothers excused themselves, Orophin practically shoving Rúmil away from the table as they scrambled off to refill their drinkware.

"Never have I heard you make a joke, Haldir! Why now? And why one so-" Words failed you, too, inquiry wholly aborted by a fresh bout of laughter. Well did it convey the rest of your question, however.

Suppressing a wince, Haldir willed his smile to return. Wait, perhaps it looked forced. Was he overthinking this? His brothers would probably say yes.

His brothers. "My brothers...they make you happy in a way I seemingly never can. Perhaps I envied them." His voice emerged as little more than a whisper, eyelids fluttering half-shut as if they could conceal him from your vision.

Your brows furrowed at this. Head giving a faint tilt of confusion, you leaned forward, forced his grey eyes to meet your gaze. "I...I confess I do see your brothers differently," you told him, your own voice shy, "I always wished to think of them like my own brothers."

Heart lightening, Haldir replied, perhaps a bit too readily, "You can."

"No," you shook your head, paused, "well..."

It was your turn to drop your gaze, your posture straightening as you gave a supplying incline of the head, clearly hoping Haldir followed.

He did. Did he? Jaw dropping slightly, he reached out a tentative hand, saw that you did not flinch. Lifting up your gaze gently by your chin, Haldir spoke again.

"That you may wish as well, for though my words have failed me again and again it is the very same in my heart. It vexed me not being the one to make you smile, to win you over, when your name had been so inscribed upon my heart. But if you'll have the serious one, he shall have you."

Your answer came in the form of a kiss that had his heart soaring, one a bit too quick for Haldir's liking, but he quite literally had all the time in the world if he wished. He could wait. For once, his words had not failed him.

"Again and again, my Hal-dear," you replied with a devilish grin.

The golden-haired elf let his own face fall into his hand at that one. "I'll not be forgetting that one anytime soon, will I?"

As fate would have it, Rúmil and Orophin designated that moment to return, whooping as they set their goblets back down, clearly having spied upon him through some curtain or another as they often had in their youth.

"Not in the slightest," they answered for you, voices perfectly synchronized.

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You are ours to please

Summary: just pure smut, not much plot. This is the epiloge of a fanfiction I have written on Wattpad. Its called "the prophecy of the elven warrior" A fanfiction dealing with Visha the main character drawn between the Commander of the marchwardens and the prince of Mirkwood. Feel free to check it out, as it is finished now when I posted this. 😉🥰

Word count: 4521

Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, dom! Haldir, dom! Legolas, sub! reader, double penetration, anal, blackout and aftercare. This contains adult content. Minors DNI!!!

I found myself in the bathroom of Haldir, Legolas and my room in Imraldis. The three of us managed to sneak away as the festivities of Legolas and my wedding were on a high, hoping that our disappearance would go unnoticed. It would be very unlikely between all the elves, but I couldn’t help myself but hope. Now I was naked in the big bathtub, that had more in common with a pool than a bathtub. It was embedded in the ground, deep enough that I was covered up to my chest when standing.

Legolas had joined me in the tub, while Haldir was sitting on the edge, watching us with his usual strong gaze. Like a predator, Legolas had slowly stalked me down, until I found myself pressed against the edge and between Haldirs legs. His naked thighs caging me in, hands holding me by my shoulders as if he was presenting me to Legolas.

Soon the other ellon was standing in front of me, a sly smile on his lips, as he saw in my eyes how much this position turned me on. “You like that, don’t you?” He asked and I couldn’t help but blush, looking aside to hide my embarrassment. Haldirs callused fingers tilted my head back to look at Legolas. “Answer him, meleth. How much do you like this?”

“Very.” I softly whispered, not really able to get much more out of my mouth. Legolas grin turned wolfish, as he took another step towards me. “By Valar how much I love it, when you are a little slut for us…” He turned to looked at Haldir. “Isn't she beautiful like this? Flustered and riled up. Ready to take us as we please?” A growl grew behind me, the grip on my shoulders reaching lower, weighing my breasts. “Indeed, it is, gwanur. Makes me want to take her right here. See how much she is able to take.”

His words felt like they had a double meaning. And when Legolas ears perked up, I knew they had planned something. “Well… there are ways to test how much she is capable to take. I wonder if she is willing to do it.” Them speaking about me, as if I wasn’t in the room, set something free in me, that I didn’t know I had. Immediately, I melted into Haldirs hands, not really thinking about where I was and what they had planned. All I could think about was them filling me up. Marking my body and fucking me senseless.

That’s why I nearly missed Haldir speaking up again: “Look at that. She is already a goner and we haven’t really started. Are you sure you want to do this, gwanur? She doesn’t look like she can handle much more…”

“Please…” I begged. “I want to do it.”

“You don’t even know what it is, nin iell.” Haldir whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to spread over my body. “I don’t care.” I whimpered. “I need you. Both of you. Now. Please. Make the heat go away… I cant… I need…” My sentence got interrupted with the sudden moan that rang through the room, when Haldirs fingers squeezed my nipples between them.

Legolas closed the distance between us, pressing me against the cold stone tiles on my back. Even though the water was hot, it suddenly felt cold compared to the heat that rose in my body. “You wanna take us both? At the same time?” He asked, speaking out what both of them had in mind. I froze at the offering, my eyes widening in shock, snapping between the two men. There was no uncertainty, no tease in them. Just honest curiosity and honest worry about me. “You don’t have to, nin galad. We don’t want to pressure you.” Legolas quickly added, misreading my silence as fear.

“Okey.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong, but I failed miserably.

“What?” Legolas asked.

“I wanna try it.” I repeated, clearing what I wanted. “You made me curious and now I wanna know.”

Both men exchanged a look, before the sly smiles crept upon their faces once again. “You are such a good little slut for us, do you know that?” Haldir asked, close to my ear and his tone send shivers down my spine. “Such a greedy little girl. So desperate to be fucked, that you don’t care about anything else, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, letting my head lull back against his stomach. “I want you to take me. Please. I need you!”

“Start it!” Haldir growled and Legolas didn’t hesitate for one second, catching my lips in a searing kiss.

As my hands lifted, one to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of hair, and the other to his biceps, Legolas shoulders relaxed. His body was impossibly warm, skin searing beneath my palms as I pressed myself forward, reveling in it. Legolas soft and warm lips curved into a soft smile as his free hand found my waist. My heartbeat feeling too fast, too heavy for me to comprehend anything else.

When his tongue pressed to the seam of my lips, eager to deepen the kiss and sink entirely into it, the reprieve of the water was lost. There was only heat; the wall of muscle that was his body, the soft press of his hands as they gripped my hip, his mouth as he swallowed the noises of my pleasure eagerly, his heavy groan as I pressed even closer.

It silenced every thought that raced through my mind. I had imagined this a thousand times before, dreamt about it more often than I dared to admit. Having them both take me at the same time was something that had wandered my mind a long time, but I was always too scared to asked them to do it. Fearing they might be taken aback by it, or worse lose their respect for me.

With every swipe of his fingers, touch teasing as he brushed along the expanse my stomach, up my sides, just beneath the swell of my breast, my body grew warmer. It was all dizzying, more than I could have ever asked for.

Any thoughts of the future, the past, the moments in between, all ceased to exist as Legolas nipped at my bottom lip, biting into it, and dragging a loud moan from my throat. And when I broke the kiss to catch my breath, he simply redirected. His lips brushing along the curve of my jaw, down my throat, marking the soft skin of my shoulder and neck. Warm hands trailed lower, fingers wrapping around my thighs and lifting to hitch me over his hips as his teeth nipped at my pulse point just beneath my ear. “We thought about this a long time.” He whispered; his voice strained in harsh self-control.

“You’ve…?”

Luckily, he managed to follow my train of thought where my voice failed. “We have lost track of how often, meleth.” He admitted, pausing only to mouth at the valley of my breasts. “It has been a deep wish for both of us. Have you take us at the same time. Caught between us, nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide. Forced to take the pleasure we give to you.”

As difficult as it was to formulate a coherent sentence, I blinked through the blurry vision that started to form in front of my eyes. “Thought about it too.” It was breathless, as Legolas hands lifted to my breasts, his touch certain as he kneaded the soft skin. “Wanted this. Both of you the same.” I added to make clear that I was consenting to this.

“We know.” Now it was Haldir that took lead of the conversation, enabling Legolas to fully concentrate on what he was doing. “You’re not subtle, nin iell.”

I gasped, not knowing if it was because of Legolas suddenly sucking on my nipple, or Haldirs confession that they knew I wanted it the whole time. Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. They had a way of making me feel as if I was the only person in the world, the only one worthy of their time and attention.

“Please.” The plea was muffled, breathed into the night, but Legolas understood. His hum of acknowledgement was accompanied by one last sharp tug on my nipple, making me gasp. “I know, nin galad.” His hand dipped between my thighs, fingers ghosting along the sensitive inner skin as he met my eyes. “We are going to give you what you want.”

Soft hands ghosted along my thighs, pressing closer and closer to the aching center as Legolas leaned in to nose at the hinge of my jaw. A plea for more was on the tip of my tongue, a request for him to just touch me where I wanted it the most, but before I could ask, his fingers swiped through my folds. His thumb caught on the sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a jolt down my spine.

Legolas mouth curving into a grin, eager to hear just how good he made me feel. I imagined he would tease, take his time to work me into a frenzy. But his touch wasn’t rushed, there was no need for him. He knew he had all the time in the world.

There was a deliberateness to the swipe of his fingers through my folds, a sharp precision that had my vision turning blurry at the edges as he finally sank a finger into my heat, my body arching into his as he shifted even closer. Haldirs grip of his fingers pressed me against his abdomen, holding me upright as Legolas blue eyes searched my face. The grip would likely leave a bruise but I couldn’t wait to see the outline of his touch in the morning. Giving evidence of what had happened.

Focused on my pleasure, I felt the press of his cock against my hip growing more noticeable with every swipe of his fingers. The hard, heavy appendage twitched with each moan that escaped my mouth, with every gasp, as his fingers brushed against the spot that had me seeing stars.

Though the water and dimmed fair light made it difficult to see much, I could clearly see the size of him as my fingers swiped at the sensitive head. The thought of feeling him, of taking all that he had to give, made me clench around his fingers causing him to groan: “Careful of what you are setting in motion, because if you think that’s going to distract me from ruining you, you are wrong.” Behind me, I could hear Haldir chuckle lowly at his words, his fingers finding their way once again to my breasts and lower.

Slowly pushing me forward, he sunk into the water behind me, his hot and hard body pressing against my back and I could feel how turned on he got by just watching. When he had reached low enough to take a hold of my knees, he lifted me from the floor. Now I was hanging in his arms, unable to do much more than twitch, while Legolas worked me relentlessly.

The press of his fingers growing more insistent with every swipe of my hand, with every brush of my thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, and with every gasp that left my lips. He mouthed at the damp skin between my breasts, breath fanning over my hard nipples and leaving me with goosebumps, as his thumb circled my aching clit.

“Please.” He hummed at my pleads, as my fingers tugged at his hair. “Want to feel you. Need to feel you.” I pleaded, eager to finally feel them after spending so long imagining this moment. “Please.”

A small part of me expected a taunt, a tease from at least one of them, that called me a needy slut, but they seemed just as desperate as I was. “Whatever you want, nin iell.” Legolas acquiesced, hand leaving my center after a final circle to my bundle of nerves. Even as I whined at the loss, he shushed me. “Its alright, little one. We are here to take care of you.” Haldir shifted his position, tapping my leg to encourage me to wrap it around Legolas waist. The younger ellon smirking at the shaking of my limbs, as I waited to finally feel him. He kept his eyes trained on my face as he took a brief moment to tease.

The head of his cock caught at my entrance, pulling a soft gasp from my mouth as my hands wrapped around Haldirs neck to gain some sort of stability. I tipped my head to kiss the man holding me, desperate to kiss him for a long time now, as Legolas began to press forward.

Every inch of Legolas filling me felt incredible, too much but not quite enough at the same time, and I allowed myself a moment to revel in the feeling, moaning into Haldirs mouth. Having both of them so close, and being full of Legolas, was overwhelming in the best way. Haldir eagerly swallowed my noises of pleasure, took them in stride as he gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of Legolas buried deep inside my core.

Legolas didn’t move, waiting for us to break our kiss. Slowly Haldir loosened my grip around his neck, wrapping my arms around the other elf instead. I wanted to argue, but the words I wanted to speak falling out of my head, when I felt Haldirs hands move. He started to stroke my sides, slowly making his way lower and down my back, gripping my ass tightly. I twitched in anticipation, my walls fluttering around Legolas cock, making him growl slightly. “Are you still sure about this?” Haldir asked and I nodded. “Words, nin ithil. I need you to say it.” He demanded, quickly dipping into his commanding voice.

“I am sure. Please. I want to feel you both.” I whimpered, clinging on to Legolas, split in fear and hot anticipation that run through my veins.

“Okey. Than stay like that. Its going to make things easier.” Haldir said and I could feel him move around. “Try to relax as much as possible. You are going to feel pressure. Just tell me, when its getting to much, or you want me to go slower, okey?”

“Okey.” I shut my eyes, searching for my safe place inside of me. Then I could feel the cold tip of his fingers press against my anus. Out of reflex I tensed up, whimpering. “Easy, little girl. We are here. Relax. Nothing is going to hurt you.” He murmured, kissing up and down my back, making me moan, when he bit into my shoulder. Before I even knew it, he had pushed one finger in and I was overwhelmed with the sudden fullness. “Fuck.” I breathed out, arching my back instinctively.

“Good?” He asked, lips still pressed against my skin.

“Yes… More please, Commander.” I whined, desperate to feel more.

He was going slower this time, pumping his finger in and out and when we reached a certain point, I knew why. A second finger putting slight pressure against my hole. “Breath, meleth. You are doing so good.” Taking his advice, I filled my lungs with air. “Hold your breath.” He ordered. “I am going to push, when you breath out, okey? When you are ready just do it.” I nodded, holding my breath a few second, before relaxing every muscle in my body and letting the air go. I could feel the next push to be wider, stretching me to a point that was just sharp for me to tap out, but then it was over. His two fingers sitting snugly inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

Haldir was biting my neck in a split second to distract me from any pain, pressing me closer to Legolas, while smothering me with kisses and praises. “You did so good, nin galad. So, so good for us. I am proud of you.” Suddenly his fingers were moving once again, slowly fucking in and out of me.

“Yes… yes.” I mewled, arching into his movements, pressing my back against his chest. “Don’t stop, Commander. It feels so good.” He groaned at my words, capturing my lips with his, while he guided another finger to my hole. This time I was quicker to relax, making it easier for him to fill me up even more. Again, it shortly felt like it was too much, making me wince in pain. Both men stopped what they were doing, searching fear in my body language or my eyes, but there was none. Just pure lust and desire that were washing through my body.

I relaxed once more, allowing Haldir to move his fingers, stretching me and making me ready for his cock. Legolas tried his best to keep his face straight, but I could feel that the pressure Haldirs finger produced and the strokes he could feel through my wall made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

“This feels even better than I imagined.” Legolas admission lingered on the edge of breathless, words nearly slurred. “Feels like heaven, bereth nin.” Him calling me his wife for the first time, made me rear up, a desperate yell on my lips. I nearly missed the possessive grin that formed on his lips. “Wife? That word is what makes you so needy? I thought us calling you a greedy little slut, made for only us to use and filled with our cum is what usually gets you going.” I whimpered even more, closing my eyes and falling back onto Haldirs chest, who just chuckled, keeping his act up on preparing my other hole for his cock.

“I think it still does, gwanur.” He growled. Legolas voice as smug as his, when he answered: “Oh I feel the same. So not only do you want to be a cock hungry slut, but a cock desperate wife? Is it that? Us possessing you not only by law but by the way we treat you? Use you to our pleasure only?”

“Yes!” I mewled, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. “I want you to own me. Mark me. I want to be used by you and nobody else.”

“That’s right, bereth.” Legolas kept on talking sinful words into my ear. “There will be only us who are fucking you. No man will ever be good enough to have you. Because there simply is no man capable of giving you what you need. Only your prince and your commander.”

“Oh god!” I cried out, my limps starting to shake with anticipation. “Please. I cant… Please take me. I need you to take me!”

“Hmmm you are begging so beautiful.” Legolas hummed, looking above me at an equally smug Haldir. “I think she deserves some relieve, doesn’t she mellon?”

“That she does.” I heard Haldir groan behind me, slowly pulling his fingers out of me and pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance. When I gave him the green light, he carefully pushed in and the unknown feeling had me seeing stars in seconds. Both of the men held still, letting me catch a breath and get used to the feeling of being fully stuffed. They waited until I gave my okey, setting a slow and sensual pace that soon turned into hot torture.

I didn’t know how they managed to hold and fuck me, but I wasn’t able to spent a thought on it anyways. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body. I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Haldirs shoulders, nails gripping and scratching Legolas shoulders. “Oh god, please. This feels so good.” I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth of their chests caging me in, the sting of Legolas fingers digging into my thighs, and Haldirs bruising grip on my hips.

Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. One of Haldirs hands sneaking around my body, settling between my legs and on the bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle it, tugging a string of curses out of me, when the heat in my body started to rise even further.

I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than their names. They didn’t seem to mind, however, every cry that left my lips spurred them on. “We got you.” Haldir promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. Legolas hips moved faster, sending water sloshing around us, matching the speed of Haldirs fingers on my clit. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my own pleasure. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.

And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Legolas mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would alarm everyone close by. Haldir had his lips on my neck, sucking dark marks onto my skin, soothing the stinging pain with his soft tongue. Their actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around both of their cocks. That had Legolas nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. “Watch it, nin iell.” He teased. “You don’t want to end it that quickly do you?”

“No!” I yelped, tugging Haldirs hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. “Good girl.” He growled behind me. “Because you take what we give you, like the good little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Commander!” I cried out. “I will take whatever you give me.”

At my words Legolas growled deeply, the grasp on my thighs turning painful, as he tried his best to keep him from coming right then and there. “I will never get over the feeling of your tight little pussy gripping my cock so hard. Because you are doing it so good, like a forsaken vixen.” Grabbing my throat, he pulled me in for a harsh kiss, interrupting the things I wanted to say.

“Yes, nin ithil?” He asked, speeding up his tempo, riling me further into Haldir.

“I forgot.” I mumbled, fingers grabbing anything they could feel. He laughed out at my words, letting go of my throat. “Already forgetting yourself? And we haven’t even been going that long.”

“I don’t care.” I whined. Relishing in the fire in my core. “I want more. Please, give me more.”

“Of course, meleth. Everything you want.” He answered, now thrusting as deep into me as he could. I let myself completely go. Not spending one thought on anything else than being fucked. “Kiss your Commander!” Legolas ordered, and as quick as I could, I turned my head. Switching my arms from Legolas shoulders to Haldirs neck, I let myself fall into the harsh kiss of my first husband. He gripped my neck, cutting off the air from filling my lungs and I knew that he was close to coming, his actions set on tipping me over the edge one last time.

I relished in the feeling of how they filled me up to the brim.

How Legolas stretched me with every move, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

How Haldir forced himself against the rhythm of Legolas, massaging me as well.

The lush sounds they drew from me filled the room, mixing with the water splashing around us. I was a goner. Theirs, the moment Legolas decided to kiss me. That little loss of self-control he had, leading to this incredible constellation. I tapped Haldirs hand, to signal him I needed air. Desperately I sucked a breath down my throat, the sudden allowance of blood to my head, making my vision spin around. “I love you. Both of you!” I cried out, my body shaking between them and I wondered how I was still upright.

And all of that possession they had over me, fueled the heat in my core to the point I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t already burning alive. “Promise me to never leave me.” I whimpered, clenching and shivering around their cocks. “Never, nin galad. We are never going to leave you. You are our bereth and we will give you the world. By Valar, we would kill for you, if it meant you will stay safe.” Haldir growled, gripping my hair, and turning my head once more to kiss him.

I could feel Legolas bending down to suck on my breasts, a hand I couldn’t identify sneaking between my legs again, pinching my sensitive pearl softly between two fingers. I arched my back against Haldirs chest, clasping onto Legolas arms. The knot in my core now under so much tension, that he threatened to snap any moment. Of course, they knew. They always did. Holding me by my neck with a bruising grip, Haldir stopped the kiss, forcing me to look at the other man, growling in my ear: “Cum. Now!”

And I did. Screaming out in pure bliss, I shuddered in their arms. My walls rhythmically flickering around their cocks. I didn’t know if my eyes were open or not, because my vision just went black, causing me to slump against a hard chest. The last thing I felt was hot seed shooting up my holes.

The next thing I saw, was the ceiling and the bathroom faucets being painted in soft yellow lights from the torches on the wall. Slowly my senses came back to me and I could feel Haldir clean me up softly. Concentrating on the feeling between my legs, I noticed, that Legolas kneeled beside me, holding a glass of water. “Hello there, meleth.” He softly said, helping me sit up. Handing me the glass of water he watched me closely, ready to catch me again.

“You blacked out for a few moments. We cleaned you roughly and got you some water.” He filled me in, taking the empty glass from my hands, steadying my frame, when I tried to get up. But once he saw how I tried to get towards the bedroom on wobbly feet, he just picked me up, carrying me through the door and setting me down on the bed. Soon both of my husbands joined me under the sheets, securely wrapping me up between them.

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A log with eyes ...

There was little speech and no laughter in any of the boats. Each member of the Company was busy with his own thoughts.

The heart of Legolas was running under the stars of a summer night in some northern glade amid the beech-woods; Gimli was fingering gold in his mind, and wondering if it were fit to be wrought into the housing of the Lady's gift. Merry and Pippin in the middle boat were ill at ease, for Boromir sat muttering to himself, sometimes biting his nails, as if some restlessness or doubt consumed him, sometimes seizing a paddle and driving the boat close behind Aragorn's. Then Pippin, who sat in the bow looking back, caught a queer gleam in his eye, as he peered forward gazing at Frodo. Sam had long ago made up his mind that, though boats were maybe not as dangerous as he had been brought up to believe, they were far more uncomfortable than even he had imagined. He was cramped and miserable, having nothing to do but stare at the winter-lands crawling by and the grey water on either side of him. Even when the paddles were in use they did not trust Sam with one.

As dusk drew down on the fourth day, he was looking back over the bowed heads of Frodo and Aragorn and the following boats; he was drowsy and longed for camp and the feel of earth under his toes. Suddenly something caught his sight: at first he stared at it listlessly, then he sat up and rubbed his eyes; but when he looked again he could not see it any more.

That night they camped on a small eyot close to the western bank. Sam lay rolled in blankets beside Frodo. `I had a funny dream an hour or two before we stopped, Mr. Frodo,' he said. `Or maybe it wasn't a dream. Funny it was anyway.'

`Well, what was it? ' said Frodo, knowing that Sam would not settle down until he had told his tale, whatever it was. 'I haven't seen or thought of anything to make me smile since we left Lothlórien.'

`It wasn't funny that way, Mr. Frodo. It was queer. All wrong, if it wasn't a dream. And you had best hear it. It was like this: I saw a log with eyes! '

`The log's all right,' said Frodo. `There are many in the River. But leave out the eyes! '

`That I won't,' said Sam. ` 'Twas the eyes as made me sit up, so to speak. I saw what I took to be a log floating along in the half-light behind Gimli's boat; but I didn't give much heed to it. Then it seemed as if the log was slowly catching us up. And that was peculiar, as you might say, seeing as we were all floating on the stream together. Just then I saw the eyes: two pale sort of points, shiny-like, on a hump at the near end of the log. What's more, it wasn't a log, for it had paddle-feet, like a swan's almost, only they seemed bigger, and kept dipping in and out of the water.

'That's when I sat right up and rubbed my eyes, meaning to give a shout, if it was still there when I had rubbed the drowse out of my head. For the whatever-it-was was coming along fast now and getting close behind Gimli. But whether those two lamps spotted me moving and staring, or whether I came to my senses, I don't know. When I looked again, it wasn't there. Yet I think I caught a glimpse with the tail of-my eye, as the saying is, of something dark shooting under the shadow of the bank. I couldn't see no more eyes though.

`I said to myself: "dreaming again, Sam Gamgee," I said: and I said no more just then. But I've been thinking since. and now I'm not so sure. What do you make of it, Mr. Frodo? '

'I should make nothing of it but a log and the dusk and sleep in your eyes Sam, said Frodo, if this was the first time that those eyes had been seen. But it isn't. I saw them away back north before we reached Lórien. And I saw a strange creature with eyes climbing to the flet that night. Haldir saw it too. And do you remember the report of the Elves that went after the orc-band? '

`Ah,' said Sam. `I do; and I remember more too. I don't like my thoughts; but thinking of one thing and another, and Mr. Bilbo's stories and all, I fancy I could put a name on the creature, at a guess. A nasty name. Gollum, maybe? '

`Yes, that is what I have feared for some time,' said Frodo. `Ever since the night on the flet. I suppose he was lurking in Moria, and picked up our trail then; but I hoped that our stay in Lórien would throw him off the scent again. The miserable creature must have been hiding in the woods by the Silverlode, watching us start off! '

`That's about it,' said Sam. `And we'd better be a bit more watchful ourselves, or we'll feel some nasty fingers round our necks one of these nights, if we ever wake up to feel anything. And that's what I was leading up to. No need to trouble Strider or the others tonight. I'll keep watch. I can sleep tomorrow, being no more than luggage in a boat, as you might say.'

`I might,' said Frodo, `and I might say "luggage with eyes". You shall watch; but only if you promise to wake me halfway towards morning, if nothing happens before then.'

In the dead hours Frodo came out of a deep dark sleep to find Sam shaking him. `It's a shame to wake you,' whispered Sam, `but that's what you said. There's nothing to tell, or not much. I thought I heard some soft plashing and a sniffing noise, a while back; but you hear a lot of such queer sounds by a river at night.'

He lay down, and Frodo sat up, huddled in his blankets, and fought off his sleep. Minutes or hours passed slowly, and nothing happened. Frodo was just yielding to the temptation to lie down again when a dark shape, hardly visible, floated close to one of the moored boats. A long whitish hand could be dimly seen as it shot out and grabbed the gunwale; two pale lamplike eyes shone coldly as they peered inside, and then they lifted and gazed up at Frodo on the eyot. They were not more than a yard or two away, and Frodo heard the soft hiss of intaken breath. He stood up, drawing Sting from its sheath, and faced the eyes. Immediately their light was shut off. There was another hiss and a splash, and the dark log-shape shot away downstream into the night. Aragorn stirred in his sleep, turned over, and sat up`

'What is it? ' he whispered, springing up and coming to Frodo. `I felt something in my sleep. Why have you drawn your sword? '

`Gollum,' answered Frodo. 'Or at least, so I guess.'

`Ah! ' said Aragorn. `So you know about our little footpad, do you? He padded after us all through Moria and right down to Nimrodel. Since we took to boats, he has been lying on a log and paddling with hands and feet. I have tried to catch him once or twice at night; but he is slier than a fox, and as slippery as a fish. I hoped the river-voyage would beat him, but he is too clever a waterman.

`We shall have to try going faster tomorrow. You lie down now, and I will keep watch for what is left of the night. I wish I could lay my hands on the wretch. We might make him useful. But if I cannot, we shall have to try and lose him. He is very dangerous. Quite apart from murder by night on his own account, he may put any enemy that is about on our track.'

The night passed without Gollum showing so much as a shadow again. After that the Company kept a sharp look-out, but they saw no more of Gollum while the voyage lasted.

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Great River

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glassgulls · 11 months

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You deserve asks and questions too! I want to pick your brain for all your smartness and wonder

Tell me: what are your personal and most favorite Haldir hcs you have?

Hmm smartness and wonder may be not be the right terms for it but here goes! Very nervous about this. Buckle up for some Glassgulls bullshit.

✨Haldir headcannons✨

This mostly encompasses elves as well. But as I've discussed (obsessively rambled) at @heilith that elves can be laser focused, almost hyperfixate when they come across something or someone that provokes something in them. Possibly this is the teenage gothic romance buried deep in me, but I love the thought that these beings who live for such vast expanses of time could be prone to bouts of ennui. So when there happens to be someone or something that sparks that fire in them again they could become consumed by it. (Can you tell I used to read a lot of gothic vampire/horror?). Haldir I think when the right soul comes along would experience this too. Not to the detriment of his responsibilities as that is far too important to him, but in his own way would express this. The need to be in their presence, not clingy or hanging off his partner but just wanting to be near them. Beside them, or watching them in their professional element.

Haldir is more than a little feral. I say this with my own thought process that he and those who are on regular long patrols are away from the main society of elves. Periods of patrolling the wilds and sparsely populated areas I imagine would make anyone more than a little disconnected from the high social norms of polite society. More primal, and connected to the wild and roving expanses of nature. I don't think he is alone in this I feel like other Matchwardens/rangers are also under this vein. Aragon is a prime example of a wild, feral boi. Haldir is, literally, lifetimes ahead of Aragon on that front.

With the above in mind I think Haldir would be attracted to someone who has similar life experience. Possibly another ranger or another isolating job. That little wild, unbridled part of him finding another soul that understand even provoke that side of him? Yes please.

Haldir is reserved in the company or strangers and those not in his inner circle but I wouldn't ever think he would be intentionally mean or an asshole. Like I said, the guy's away from constant social interactions, he's just a little aloof. Probably much more noticeable after a longer patrol away.

These are just some off the top of my head, hopefully they don't induce utter rage in people. Characters are very personal to people so I completely understand there will be people who disagree with me. Thank you so much for the ask @creativity-of-death it was a lot of fun thinking on this. ♥️ I hope it was coherent. 🥴

Elf tagging: @elithilanor, @heilith, @sotwk, @wareagleofthemountain. If I do anymore and you would like tagged please let me know.

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III. The Seal Of Faith

Lothlorien

After the events of lord Elrond's council, you stayed there for a few days. You missed Rivendell, Arwen, and lord Elrond. You felt the need of a friend who was going through a similar situation, and this was Arwen. She was so kind and also worried about what was happening with Aragorn. But even with them by your side, you were restless and anxious. You were so restless that you even went out with Elrond and his soldiers on patrol where you killed a pack of orcs. This helped but not for long.

The time came for you to leave and return to Lothlorien as your mother had summoned you. Your way back was a bit more dangerous as you encountered orcs twice. The second time was just outside of the forest of Lothlorien. This attack was more deadly than the first one as one of your guards was killed. Thankfully, you managed to slay almost all of them before entering the woods where you knew you would be safe. The rest of the orcs followed in the woods but were soon killed by the patrolling group led by your older brother, Haldir. He was a real soldier, the marchwarden of Lothlorien. He gave up his right to the throne because his true calling was to be a soldier and to fight, to protect. Once all the orcs were killed and you were safe, you headed to the castle deep into the woods. You felt tense, scared, you knew you could not do anything else for now. You were going home and you knew you had to calm down as you did not want to burden your parents even more. You did not know what the future held but you had the feeling you were not going to be just a princess anymore and that you would have to fight for everyone and everything you loved. With those thoughts in your head, you headed inside the castle, something you had done plenty of times, just this time it felt much more different. You were different and you were finally ready to welcome your faith.

***

In Lothlorien you were back to your old life of a princess of the elves being prepared to be the future queen. Galadriel was teaching you how to control the powers you possessed and inherited from the Noldors, your ancestors. Since your mother used to be a soldier, she also wanted you to train with the guards and with Haldir. You also decided to go more often on patrol with them around the woods. Your mother and father were not happy with this but you were firm - you were not fragile and you would not be just a princess looking pretty in a hall somewhere.

During all this time, your mind always wondered back to Legolas and the Fellowship. You wondered where they were, how they were, were they safe. Either your mother was unaware of their path or she just did not wanted to bother you even more. Galadriel and your father Celeborn could very well see how scared and worried you were. Galadriel knew she could do nothing about this, you were in love and you were scared for the one you loved. She understood that very well. But not only they noticed that, Haldir did as well. With the time passing you started dreaming bad dreams about death, so bad that you stopped going out of your room. You just had no strength in you. You stayed there for a few days, only going out on your balcony to think and cry a couple of times. One day, as you were sitting on a bench on your balcony, you heard a knock. It was one of your maidens and after a bow, she said:

- My lady Arise, excuse me for bothering you. Your brother, lord Haldir, is outside and is asking if he can enter your room.

- It's okay, he may come in. Thank you - you entered your room and smiled to the girl. She went outside and in a couple of seconds, your brother Haldir entered. He closed the door and smiled to you.

- Arise, I hope you are alright. I came to ask you if you would want to go out on a patrol. It's been days since you have gone out of your room. Mother is concerned about you. I am concerned about you, plus I miss our time spent in the woods.

- I am alright. - now that he said he wanted to go on a patrol with you, you thought how much you missed the outside world, the woods, your brother. You knew staying in your room would not help. You got up from your bed and faced Haldir. - I will join you on this shift. Just give me a few minutes to prepare.

- Of course, my lady Arise - he said and went out of your room.

In a few minutes, you already were dressed in your uniform. You strapped on your sword, a couple of daggers, and a bow with arrows. The last thing you put on, was a hood and you went out to join the rest of the party.

***

Thankfully, that day there were no troubles on your patrol. You did not encounter any orcs or unkown folk trying to get to the woods. It was almost nightfall, as you were preparing to head back to the castle, Haldir sensed a danger. You all sensed, or rather heared it. Loud noises coming from the border of the woodland realm. You headed towards that direction with weapons drawn and ready. You had your hood, your sword drawn and ready. The party found the group of strangers and surrounded them. As you got closer, you saw they were no strangers - they were the Fellowship. The Fellowship had their own weapons drawn, including Legolas. Haldir appeared in front of them and started talking as you got closer:

- The dwarf breaths so loud, we could've shot him in the dark.

Seeing him, Aragorn spoke out:

- Haldir of Lothlorien, we come here for help. We need your protection - as he was talking, you appeared out of the group of elves, removing your hood. As Aragorn and Legolas saw you they both bowed with their heads, followed by the rest. Legolas looked at you. - Lady Arise.

You could see them and how tired they were so you knew you had to allow them entrance. Haldir was hesitant because of the Ring. So you and him took the group and moved them elsewhere as it was getting dark. You had a meeting with Haldir, Legolas and Aragorn to discuss this matter. You were relieved to see Legolas and the rest safe and sound. But you noticed that Gandalf was not with them. You knew your mother Galadriel would like to see and talk with them so you talked Haldir down and you brought the Fellowship inside the castle.

As you were going up to the throne hall, other elves had started to gather for the evening. When you entered the throne hall, the Fellowship gathered at the end of the stairs and as for Haldir and you, you were on the side, waiting for the queen and king. They appeared as a vision and started going down towards the group. You noticed the group was so taken by your mother's beauty and grace, as if they saw a vision. Your father Celeborn started talking:

- The enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy, is now gone. Eight that are here, yet nine left Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf for I much desire to speak with him? I can no longer see him from afar.

But you knew that Gandalf did not pass the borders, so did your mother. You knew that he has fallen. Your heart was heavy.

- He is fallen to shadow - said Galadriel.

- He was taken by a creature of shadow and flame, - started Legolas as he was looking at your mother - a balrog of Morgoth.

After this meeting, your mother allowed the party to stay in for the night at the castle. To get some rest, some supplies. You showed them where they would be staying and then went to your room. You could hear the lament filled with sorrow the elves were singing, it was in Gandalf's honor. You were sitting in your room but you could not sleep, your heart was too heavy and your mind filled with thoughts. So you decided to go and ask for a meeting with Galadriel. She agreed to talk to you in private in her chambers. You knew this was going to hurt both of you but it had to be done.

- Mother, I wish to speak with you for an urgent matter. One that cannot wait as I feel it is of great importance.

- Yes, my child, I believe the matters are urgent and the time has come for this. Please, let us begin.

- Mother, I feel I am ready for this. The time has come for me to become a true soldier and fight for what is good. I can sense I will play a bigger role on this quest to destroy the ring from now on. I had a dream...or a vision maybe. Of me going on a battle alongside the Fellowship. A big battle for a great cause - you began talking. - I wish to join the Fellowship and leave Lothlorien tomorrow. I am ready for this.

- My child...I will not forbid you to do this, even though I am so afraid for you, and my heart is full of worry. But you are right, this is part of your destiny, part of all our destinies - Galadriel started with a soft voice filled with pain. - I know you have to go with them. You may go, and know that the elven queen Galadriel will protect you on your journey. Whatever I can do, I will. Go now, my dear, rest and gather your strength. And remember, you are more powerful than you could ever imagine. Good night, Arise, my lovely and brightest star.

- Good night, mother - you said. You could feel how hurt and worried she became but you both knew this was your faith, and you cannot escape it. You exited the room and headed to yours. You could hear the sad lament the elves were singing. It was worthy of someone like Gandalf. As you were walking to your room, you saw Legolas wondering around. You decided to go talk with him as he had to know that you were joining them. Also, you wanted to see him and talk to him so badly. He saw you as you were going down the stairs and followed you to your favorite part of the castle, a little lake lit by lanterns and filled with flowers. It was a nice, crispy night, and you felt yourself shivering. This was partially because you were nervous to be with him, afraid of what he was going to say. You both stayed there for a while, not speaking. He was looking at you all the time, you were dressed in a light silver night gown, your hair falling free on your back and shoulders. You looked so much like your mother at that moment. You began:

- I hope the others will get the needed rest for the remainder of the journey - turning to him, he smiled at you and came closer. - My heart is heavy with sorrow so sleep avoids me tonight. I guess the same goes for you.

- Yes, Gandalf was a great friend, wise and strong. He is worthy of the songs the elves are singing -said Legolas. - Arise...oh how pretty you are, my lady. But I can read the sadness and worry in your eyes. I wish you could tell me what else is bothering you tonight.

- Oh, Legolas - you began. - I am worried for this journey, for the faith of everyone. For you and me - you said and you turned towards him. You knew you had to do it, so you composed yourself and continued. - Speaking of which, I must tell you that it has been decided I shall come and join you on this mission. You cannot change this, no one can I'm afraid. It is something I have to do.

You turned to face him, he looked devastated and scared. But he did not speak of this, did not protest. Not that any of you could do anything different, you had to do it. He was standing close to you, with a tense face and look. He came closer to you, a gentle smile on his face. Now he was standing just centimeters from you which made you tense. Then spoke out:

- I wish things were different but this is what we have to do. We must destroy the ring or the world will fall in darkness - he was speaking softly. - We should not fear this, you are a great soldier who holds great power within. I will be there and will do everything to protect you on this journey. - He took your hand. You could see he was nervous, there was something in his gaze that you could swear looked like love. He made you look at him while he continued speaking. - You are my light and my heart, Arise. Just as the golden leaves dance in the breeze, so does my heart rejoice when I am in your presence. Arise, you are my light in the darkest of nights, guiding me through the shadows with your gentle grace. I should have told you this long time ago instead I hurt you, and for it I'm truly sorry. I grew so fond of you and the time away without you, made me realize it. I do not wish to spend any more time without you. I want to spend eternity in your warm and caring embrace.

As you were listening to him, something deep inside you, woke up. Feelings of love and hope. But you were still afraid. Now he was even closer and he wrapped his hands around you. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest, you were shivering lightly. He was looking at you with his deep blue eyes as he leaned and gently pressed his lips to yours kissing you so sweet yet so sensually. You lost yourself in the moment and gave in to his embrace. He was the one to break the kiss but then you just stood there, in each other's embrace with soft smiles your faces. You felt safe and calm for the first time in years. Even though you knew this was an incredibly vulnerable moment for you, you realized nothing mattered, just you and him. You stood there for a while then you said goodbye and each of you went to sleep.

***

On the other morning, your mother sent an elven maid to wake you as she wanted to see you before you and the Fellowship left. It was pretty early in the morning and the world around you was still waking up. In those silent hours, you put on your uniform and strapped your weapons. Then headed to see Galadriel.

You entered the hall and saw your parents and your brother Haldir. They wanted to say goodbye to you. Your mother was holding a sword, the sword she used to fight with when she was younger. It was a gorgeous blade made by the Noldors thousands of years ago. It had seen and won many battles. First you said goodbye to your brother and your father. They each blessed you for your journey and then exited the hall as your mother wanted to speak with in private. Once you were left with her, you noticed she was nervous and didn't know how to start. It was so unusual to see her like that. Then she turned to you and smiled:

- My dear child. Here we are at the beginning of your journey, and the end of mine - she came closer to you and gently with motherly love, touched your cheek. - But it is okay, it is just life. We shall not be sad as there will be many happy moments. My dear, so beautiful, so gentle, yet so strong and powerful. I just see it deep inside you - Galadriel smiled at you. - But let us continue as we do not have much time. I wanted to gift each member of the Fellowship with something that will help you on this journey but I felt my gift for you had to be a special one and given in private.

She smiled to you and showed the sword which was very old, made by the old Noldors. You knew this sword, and every ornament on it. She continued while looking at the sword:

- You know this sword, my dear Arise. This blade is special, fit for a queen and a powerful elf. When you decided that you are ready to be queen, and especially when you decided to go on this adventure, I knew what I would give you - Galadriel looked at you and handed you the sword. - To you, my dear, I am giving you Galaris. May it bring you many victories and glory.

You took the sword and thanked your mother. You were speechless and were trying to find words for this. Giving you this sword was a huge honor. You did not know what to say, so you just hugged your mother. For some reason, tears started rolling down your face but all your mother did was to kiss you on the forehead. And then everything was better, calmer, you felt as if she gave you some of her powers and strength. You distanced yourself from her embrace and bowed to her, showing respect. Taking this sword marked the beginning of your journey and sealed your faith. You left the hall and headed outside to join the rest of the Fellowship. Your journey has finally started.

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Thranduil and Josie Part 104- The Other Side

Summary: Emotions run dangerously high in this poignant packed chapter. Legolas and Josie share some heart rending moments. Narcisse is a hero. Raven is cornered and the tale she tells is devastating. Love and an unknown power saves Josie and Leann's life as Josie returns the favor with her love. Thranduil is in deep despair as he learns what truly happened to him and that everyone believes he is dead.

Warning* Language, violence, angst

Legolas got up after being dragged to the ground by Narcisse when the warlock took Azog's strike for him. Stephane wasn't moving and you quickly ran to him while the guilt ridden Prince stood in rue as he watched you frantically check him over. It was no secret that he did not care for Narcisse, but he had no reason to want him dead, and definitely not on his account.

"Is he....." Legolas began to ask in worry.

You felt for a pulse and listened to his chest for a heartbeat. "No...but he's badly injured. He's bleeding from his mouth. Stephane?? Hey...can you hear me?" You stroked his cheek but he did not respond. You then began coughing uncontrollably and couldn't see straight from the burning smoke.

"Jo, we have to get you out of here. All this smoke is not good for you and your child. The fire is spreading and Narcisse is the only one with the power to put it out." Haldir swiftly took control and gently forced you up off the ground.

"No! We cannot just leave him here!! I need to heal him!"

"We will not leave him Jo. The remains of the barn is not far from here. We can take him there and get you both out of the fumes."

"You shall take Lord Narcisse nowhere!" Asher, Stephane's captain of the guard approached with his Dorwinion squad, tripling your 6 of you, Julian, Haldir, Legolas, Rumil and Orophin. Selene, Garrett, Aragorn and Gandalf left in search of Michael and Raven to save time while you tended to Stephane and the Lothlorien guard were out scavenging the De Lioncourt grounds for more threats.

Asher was the big oaf you and Legolas were greeted by when you arrived in Dorwinion the week prior, who assumed you and Legolas were married and that he was the father of your child and dressed as if every woman wanted him with his shirt hanging open down to his navel. If he only knew it made you want to hurl.

"We shall take him back to Dorwinion where he belongs. Step aside woman."

"Are you insane?? He will die! He obviously has internal bleeding and needs me to heal him!" you reeled and coughed some more.

"He....we...should never have been here to begin with! I pleaded with him to remain neutral but he just had to come and help you. This is all your fault."

"You know what? You're right, it is all my fault. But what's happened has happened and I am done wasting time with you. Unlike you, Stephane is an honorable, selfless man. I feel sorry for you when he wakes up....no, actually I don't. We are going to take him and I am going to heal him. Now...get out of my way...." You proudly snarled just like Thranduil would and then scowled at him with your fist clenched at your side, ready to blast him if he tried to stop you. You had to wonder what Narcisse ever saw in Asher to make him his right hand man. His physical strength and skills maybe, plus the fact that he was just a complete asshole was needed in his position. It certainly couldn't be for his brains.

"No elf loving bitch commands me. My orders come from Lord Narcisse only and I am to protect him at all costs. We are taking him home...now YOU get out of MY way." Asher growled through his teeth as the barely taller than you man stepped up into your face and slightly nudged you with his chest. He was clearly resentful of you and even more clearly stupid for what he just did. All you could think of is that Asher would be dead right now if Thranduil were here.

Legolas and Haldir both would be happy to end the arrogant prick as they raised their bows at him while Julian swiftly appeared at your side. Unlike your husband, you had no patience at being man handled after everything Peter did to you and you got the distinct vibe that Asher was just like him.

Without even thinking, up came your hand in full swing and your nails dug right across his face, instantly drawing blood.

"Don't you ever touch me...." you hissed with a death glare at him.

"You fucking cunt." Asher reeled as he wiped the blood from his face and gazed at it on his fingertips.

What you didn't expect but should have is that he would hit back. He clocked you back right across your cheek bone with a closed fist, knocking you into Julian's arms. Legolas immediately fired his bow, sending the arrow straight into his shoulder and catapulting him to the ground.

"I believe I told you once filth, how to address the Queen of Mirkwood. Consider this a warning. If you ever lay a hand on her again, I will put my arrow through your brainless brain." Legolas snapped as he stood over the wounded warlock with another arrow pointed at his forehead.

Asher glanced back at his squad. "Do something you fools!"

Not a one of them moved. Julian was standing right there at your side and they ALL seemed to know not to mess with him and it seemed more apparent that they did not agree with Asher's actions. They also knew Narcisse would flip his shit from being prevented of receiving prompt care. Asher had already delayed it and they knew he would answer to that soon enough.

You then stood over the helpless and obviously powerless warlock, as not all possessed magic capabilities. Being a douchebag must have compensated for that is all you could think of.

"If I know Narcisse as well as I think I do, you may want to see if there is possibly a big enough rock on this planet for you to hide under." You then squatted down and got in his face, speaking in a most sinister tone. "If Thranduil were here right now...you'd already be dead."

"Get him out of here before my fingers accidentally slip." Legolas snarked to the warlock guard. They did as the Prince ordered while Julian and Haldir swiftly carried the unconscious Narcisse off.

You and Legolas turned to each other and simultaneously asked if the other was alright which made you slightly chuckle.

"I should have killed him." Legolas vented and pushed your hair back with his fingers to view the shiner beneath your eye.

"No...you shouldn't have. Narcisse will deal with him. I am certain of it." You then brought your hand to his forehead where he himself had a nice bruise, but the Prince swiftly nudged it away.

"Why does it have to be him?" Legolas reeled in an obviously jealous tone.

"So that Narcisse does not hold you accountable for any reason. Are you going to stay mad at me forever? I am worried about you Legolas. I cannot stand this animosity from you. It...it's killing me...."

"I do not need a lecture nor a keeper. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Worry about your vampire, or warlock."

"Really? I beg the differ. You do realize if Narcisse hadn't intervened, it would be you in his position right now. What were you thinking trying to take on that beast?"

"I was thinking about my father who is dead and missing, which seems to be the least of your concern." Legolas snapped and walked off.

Now you were just pissed and stayed right on his heels.

Legolas kept trekking through the forest in silence as if you were not even there.

"Hey!!!" You grabbed him roughly and spun him around. "How dare you! How dare you say something so horrible and hurtful. Seems you're on a role with that lately. I know you are hurting and want to blame someone. I feel the same way Legolas, but you don't see me being spiteful to you. Thranduil is my entire world and you know that!! and so are you believe it or not. I am so grateful to Narcisse for offering to protect you... What is this really about huh??"

"As if you do not know." His eyes softened for only a moment and then his pupils dilated again. "This is not the time nor place for this. Probably never will be." Legolas yanked his arm free of your grip and continued on while muttering. "Do you not have a warlock to save and sleep with next?"

Your heart sank. "What did you just say to me??" you shouted in shock.

The peeved Prince kept stomping on while completely ignoring you. The fury that ran through your body was incredulous and this time you jerked him around quite hard.

"If you are going to say something so cruel and insensitive, at least have the audacity to say it to my face, you coward!!!"

"Fine! I said.... do you not have a warlock to save and sleep with ne..."

Slap. Your palm connected with his cheek so strong, it stung your hand. Tears poured from your eyes like a waterfall as you glared at him in emotional pain.

""You son of a bitch." you squeaked and cried.

The look on his face was of pure agony and regret. "Josie...I...I am...I did not...I do not know what came over me....the evil here...it is too..."

"Save it Leggy. You and I are done here." You then ran off in tears.

Legolas then did something he never did. He swore...and quite loudly. "Fuck!"

You came running into the semi burnt stable with a tear soaked face and bee lined straight for Narcisse who laid on a bed of straw still unconscious. Haldir noticed your distress and then saw Legolas standing in the doorway with turmoil and red marks on his face.

"Narcisse, can you hear me?" The warlock didn't move and his breaths were shallow. "It's going to be ok. I am here now."

You placed your hand over his heart and a soft ice blue glow pulsated from it. Stephane gasped in panic as he opened his eyes and tried to sit up.

"Easy! Easy now. You're alright. You're safe. Try to relax." You softly told him as you held his hand with one hand and the back of his head with the other.

"What...what happened? Where am I?"

You helped him slowly sit up. "Azog. He hit you with his mace. Are you in any pain?"

He looked at you confused. "No...I do not seem to be. You...you healed me?" Narcisse asked as he wiped the blood from his mouth. His eyes then grew wide. "I...I remember now. Azog..he was coming for the elf...I pulled him away. Where is he, the boy? Is he alright?"

"Oh he is just fine..." you answered with strong sarcasm.

"I am right here and I am no boy." Legolas huffed and stormed back outside.

"You're welcome." Narcisse shouted. "And I am fine, thanks for asking." He then looked at you. "Jesus, what happened to your face Jo?"

You, Julian and Haldir all glanced at each other.

"It is obvious you all know something. Will someone please inform me of the events I have missed?" Narcisse demanded.

"I will." Julian insisted. "It was your man...Asher. He struck my daughter and it will cost him dearly."

Stephane was extremely dismayed and furious. "Indeed it will! What happened and where is the brute now?"

"I don't know. Your guards took him away after Legolas shot him in the shoulder with an arrow. Asher wasn't going to let us help you. He insisted that they take you back to Dorwinion in which I argued that you would die if they did so. I told him he was not taking you anywhere, that I was going to help you and then he became irate. I suppose I instigated it by striking him first but he had gotten in my face and shoved me so..."

"I do not care what you did to provoke him! He has no business striking a woman, and one with child at that! I will handle him in due time." Narcisse then stood up, wiped his clothes down and exhaled loudly while smiling. "In the meantime, we have a witch to hunt, do we not?"

You grinned. "Yes...we do.....Narcisse....thank you...for what you did for Legolas. I don't know what I would do if I lost him too. He means the world to me."

"You are most welcome...but it is I that should be thanking you. You saved my life."

"Well then. We are even." you smiled.

Legolas was standing just outside the door and had heard what you said about him. Even after how he had treated you, you still cared for him and it broke his heart. He couldn't take back what he said to you and it was tearing him apart because he certainly did not mean it. He didn't know what he would do if he lost you too and now that he was thinking more clearly, he vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to repair the damage he had done. You both needed each other now more than ever with Thranduil gone.

Off you all went to find the others and the conniving and conspiring Ravenous Clover.

Raven was frantically searching for the portal as she had become lost trying to lose the tail she had on her from Michael who had soon been joined by Selene, Aragorn, Garrett and Gandalf.

She came to an old broken bridge and could smell blood. A scent that was familiar. Jareth's.

She then saw trails of blood running down the rock embankment and approached it with caution.

"Jareth?" she whispered and looked around in worry. A crow came out of nowhere and flew at her, then took off. The crow was your crow, but she didn't know that or know that he was a spy who was now on his way to tattle to you of her whereabouts. He had hung around after you had seen him on your balcony back at the castle because he knew more bad things were going to happen.

Julian and Narcisse walked side by side as you walked beside Haldir and Legolas led far ahead by himself. He was too ashamed to be near you. Haldir noticed your eyes had been fixated on him the entire walk.

"Would you like to tell me what transpired between you and Legolas? I can see how tormented you both are. How do you say it, the tension is so thick, one could cut it with a knife?"

"It's my fault Haldir. Everything...is all my fault. Just like Legolas said....and...and...." You began to choke up and just broke down. "My husband is dead and...and..I...I couldn't save him." You dropped to your knees and wailed hysterically. "What am I going to do?? I will die without him.....Thranduil!!!!! Thran...Thranduil come back!!!! Why did you leave me????"

Haldir fell to his knees and held you so tight while he glared at a guilt ridden Legolas. The Prince's eyes filled with tears.

Just then, the caws of the crow echoed from above as he circled about in a frenzy. Haldir knew the bird well enough to know he had a message of great importance.

"Jo...look!" he exclaimed as he pointed up to the sky.

You sniffled and caught your breath, then stood up and held your arm out. Down came the big black bird and landed gracefully on your hand, then hopped up onto your shoulder. He cocked his head at you and you could see your reflection in his dark glassy eye.

"CAW!!" he snapped loudly.

"What is it my friend???" you desperatley asked.

He flew up above you and hovered there, then flew towards the forest and flapped around in anxious circles.

"He wants us to follow him." Haldir announced. "This is what he did in Laketown to get me to follow him when you were in trouble."

"Let's go!" you shouted. You all began running after him and followed him into the forest where you eventually found the others.

"Josie....Raven is near." Selene informed.

You caught Garrett's eyes as he stared at your bruised face. He walked over to you and didn't ask what happened. All he did was place his hand on your cheek. His palm lit up with the same blue light that he healed you with before when the wolfsbane got into your system. Just like that, your contusion was gone. His eyes were so kind and full of love. He then stood with his arms crossed as he glanced at Legolas, then lowered his head to the ground. He was still hurt.

You wanted to apologize. "Garrett...I...."

"Over here....she's over here!" Michael growled as he stood cornering her in the bushes.

You all went charging over to him and circled around her. Raven's glowing defensive eyes peered out from behind the leaves.

"It's useless Raven, you're trapped. Just tell me what happened to Thranduil and I will let you live. You have my word." you negotiated but were lying through your teeth. You were going to make her suffer just as Thranduil did.

"As if I would ever believe a word you say big sister."

"You will not be harmed. All I want is my husband back so I can take him home and bury him. Raven...please....do you not have any kind of heart? You don't have to be dark...just ask Garrett?"

Raven began laughing. "This is your way of talking me down? Garrett only turned good for you and look where that has gotten him. Everyone still hates him. He will never be accepted and neither will I. Him and I are kindred spirits but I wasn't good enough for him. I have a real man now."

"How's that workin out for ya Clover? Jareth is nowhere around. Left you in the dust. He don't give a damn about you and no one ever will." Garrett ranted.

"Right back at ya G. You're going to be sad and alone for the rest of your pathetic existence. Serves you right, thinking you're all better than me now when you and I are one in the same."

"Oh I don't think it , I know it. I am nothing like you." Garrett whipped his hand out and snapped it upside down, then pulled it back towards him. Raven gasped and was swiftly drug out by the vampire's invisible force, then he wiggled his fingers and she floated right up into the air to where he grabbed her by the neck and held her there.

She kicked and squirmed while pawing at her throat for air. "Now who's sad, alone and pathetic?" Garrett grinned.

"You will...b..burn.for...this...J..Jareth...will come..for you."

Garret squeezed harder.

"Now...you're going to answer all of Josephine's questions or I am simply going to rip your throat out. The choice is yours. Talk and live or choke and die. What's it gonna be Ravey baby."

"Garrett...no! Then I will never know where Thranduil is." you snapped.

"Josephine...she values her putrid life too much. She'll talk."

"Well she can't talk if you're choking her!"

His eyes darted to yours. "Your point is valid..." Garrett then lowered her to the ground so she could stand but he kept a firm grip around her scrawny neck. "Now speak...for time is short..." he smirked as that was one of Jareth's quotes.

"You're just going to kill me after I tell you so I would rather die now and let you suffer Josephine!"

"I have had enough!" Legolas shouted. He sped up to her, pulled out a poisoned arrow and stabbed her in the shoulder with it. Her scream was long and shrill. "Once the poison kicks in, Haldir will get the truth out of you and then we will all watch you die a slow painful death like my father suffered."

Garrett let her drop to the ground and you stood over her. "How does it feel? To know you are going to die...like my beautiful husband felt...helpless, confused, scared...because that's what the dead man's blood is going to do to you shortly and I am going to take the greatest pleasure in it. In fact, as I have said before, I am not patient like Thranduil was, so let me speed up the process."

You bent over with pursed lips and twisted the arrow inside of her pushing it in deeper, then smiled at her as she screamed and cried.

"I will never tell you!!!" she raged.

You charged at her but arms grabbed you around your waist and drug you back. It was Haldir.

"Look at me Jo." he said as he firmly held your face in his hands. "I will get the truth from her. It won't be long, the poison will take effect."

"I..I can't take this anymore! I don't....feel right...I..." You then doubled over, screaming in pain and fell to your knees.

"Jo!! What is it??!" Haldir shouted in panic as Julian bolted to your side.

You felt something wet and warm gush through your pants. As you brought your hand up, your fingers were covered in blood. The dream you had all those months ago in Rivendell of being pregnant and being in the forest in pain and bleeding was coming true. At the time, you thought it was all about Malsha. This is why you hated your dreams. They usually didn't make sense until some time later.

"No...no..noooooo! My baby! I can't lose her, she's all I have left of Thranduil!"

"You have me, forever in your heart. I will be with you always." Legolas assured as he knelt down and stroked your cheek with the back of his fingertips, so similar to how Thranduil touched you. His words deeply concerned you as it sounded like you would never see him again. "I will not let Leeanduil die. I will not let you die. My father lives in your blood as he lives in mine. I am so sorry for everything." He then paused as his lower lids held back tears and whispered something to you that he has never spoken. "I...love you."

Legolas gripped your bloodied fingers tightly in his hand. A vibrating hum sounded and a soft white light outlined your joined limbs as Legolas' eyes rolled back. The Prince began to convulse as all of your blood and pain relinquished, then he turned white as a ghost and toppled over to the ground.

"Legolas!!??" you cried and shook him but he did not respond. "Don't you leave me too!! Not you!! Leggy please wake up!!"

You laid his head in your lap and caressed his face as your tears dripped upon his cheek. You had no clue what just happened or that Legolas had any powers as you had never witnessed him use any in the entire time you had known him, except for his shapeshifting ability into a white stag like Thranduil could do. Of course, you had never seen Thranduil's true capabilities either until a few days ago when he put Raven in her place. The elves only seemed to use magic when deemed absolutely necessary as they were skilled warriors and their weapons were their prize possessions.

Raven began to cackle. "How perfect. He's experiencing his father's last moments. A father and son's blood united. Thranduil is dead, dead, dead... just like I told you he was and now, so is his son. Legolas sacrificed his own life for you and his sister. What a martyr. How sweet that his last words were professing his "dying" love for you. I couldn't really say undying now could I?" she smirked through her pain.

You ripped the emerald pendant from your neck, kissed it and placed it on Legolas..."You will not die for me!!!" you swore with every breath in you but nothing happened, just like when you laid it upon Thranduil.

Haldir stared Raven down, using his magical candor on her. "Why is the pendant not working!?

The dead man's poison was kicking in and Haldir's power was beginning to coerce the truth out of the untrustworthy witch.

"My mother cursed Thranduil's bloodline upon the gem. Even if you had gotten to Thranduil in time, it would not have saved him, just as it is now useless for his son. Thranduil's wife and daughter would have perished too but the selfless Prince offered his own life for them. How bittersweet. The power of love is a force like no other. If you had gotten to Thranduil sooner, your love could have saved him from the spell."

Her words punched a hole right through your heart but she also just unwillingly told you how to save Legolas.

You had healing power but not the ability to raise the dead, just like Julian told you he did not possess for it was not possible. You cried so hard as your light came bursting out of you and covered Legolas' entire body.

"You have to live Legolas...for me and Leann...for your father! I will not let his death be in vain. Legolas Greenleaf, wake up!! I need you!" you sobbed with a squeaking voice. "I love you too...."

Legolas began to cough as his alabaster skin tone returned and his baby blue eyes opened, peering straight up into your frightened and shocked ones.

"Oh my god, oh my god Leggy!!" You shouted in disbelief and threw your arms around him so hard, he grunted.

"My...la..lady...I...I cannot... breathe.." he stuttered with a light chuckle.

You simultaneously laughed and cried as you released him and stroked his cheeks with each of your hands. The others were greatly relieved and bewildered as they all flocked around you and the revived Prince. You all were so caught up in the miraculous resurrection, that none of you noticed Raven crawling off. She weakly pulled herself up a small hill with her eyes set on something. She could see the portal with Jareth standing inside of it reaching his hand out to her.

"Get up and come to me my love." his voice whispered, that only she could hear.

She wobbled her way up into a standing position and gave a hearty snicker. "Toodaloo bitches. It's been real."

She placed her hand in front of her at the invisible barrier and it lit up in blue sparkles as she pushed through it and vanished into thin air.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" you fumed as you swiftly stood up and ran to the point of entry, frantically waving your hands all around in search of unseen gateway but nothing was there. Jareth had made it solely accessible to him and Raven. Just like that, your ticket to knowing all there was to be known about Thranduil was gone. The most important thing you did know though...that he was truly dead, or so you believed as did the others as Raven did not say otherwise while under Haldir's mind control.

You completely broke as you fell back to your knees. Your light exploded out of your heart, knocking everyone down as you screamed...."Thranduil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The portal took Raven and Jareth instantly back to Goblin Town below the Misty Mountains just as Gandalf had suspected it would. The wizard's blinding light had injured Jareth to where it had made his eyes bleed. He had purposely left his blood that Raven found earlier, to help her fend off magic and harm, and to also help her find her way back as he was to weak to come through and retrieve her. She had licked the blood off the leaf she plucked, and because of it. she had the ability to partially lie under the marchwarden's interrogation, in which she did about Thranduil being dead. It also gave her the strength to get up and sneak off. Jareth then healed her from the dead man's poison, but he himself needed to heal so he went off to do so, leaving Raven to tend to their new guest. The Elvenking.

She pushed a door open, revealing a sleep induced Thranduil in bed. He was shirtless and bandaged around his waist where he had been speared by Caroline. Raven had tended to him much earlier after he had disappeared before his son's eyes. She traced her fingers over his bare abdomen and began bragging to him the tale of his so called demise in which she took great pride in doing.

He could hear her too, but he could not move or open his eyes as Caroline's spell had not worn off yet. He had also heard you begging and crying for him to live and he had felt your kiss upon his lips. His agony was unbearable knowing of the pain you were in.

"King Thranduil, what a pleasant sight you are. Welcome to your new home. You and I are going to have so much fun. My mother's plan was for all of us to be here together, but that bitch of a wife of yours fucked all that up and now it's just you and I because they killed her. I'm quite thrilled though that she thinks that you think she is the one who stabbed you...It was all quite easy though, carrying out my mother's plan of making you appear dead like she did to good old Jules. A little wolfsbane goes a long way, which the knife was laced with...It slowed your heartbeat enough to go undetected and her spell kept you from moving or waking up and of course she made sure your stab wound would not be fatal. But it was needed to look like it was the cause of your death. Of course, now they know you were poisoned as well but that's ok. To them, you are still dead as a doornail. Seeing my sister revel in misery was so extremely satisfying. And I got Legolas good too. I had placed a teleporting spell upon you when I had located you in the church which brought you here. You vanished right before his eyes. I definitely had the strength to carry you to the portal but I could not risk being seen and caught with you. Don't worry love, you will awake soon and be good as new while your wife and son mourn you. Don't worry though, I will make you forget all about them and your life for this is your new home now.....forever."

Thranduil was raging inside his head, fighting so hard to wake up and choke the life out of the devious dhampir. He was shouting your name over and over, praying that you could still hear him, because if Raven succeeded in what she said she was going to do to him, he would be lost to you. But he was trapped inside his own mind...helpless and alone....or so he thought. It was like he was in some other realm, having an out of body experience as he could see you and himself. Someone else was there with him as he heard an angelic familiar voice echo through the beautiful garden that surrounded him.....a woman's voice....his mother.

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