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sotwk · 11 months

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The Fighting Abilities of Thranduil, his Sons, and Warriors of the Woodland Realm

The following are all headcanons as written into the "Sons of the Woodland King" (SotWK) universe.

History of Warfare in the Woodland Realm

The First Age Silvan elves of Greenwood the Great developed systems of combat equivalent to "real world" martial arts, similar specifically to wushu (Chinese martial art).

Close-quarter combat is more efficient in tight spaces, and therefore well-suited for densely wooded areas in the Greenwood forest.

It is useful for one-on-one fighting and stealth attacks, which was usually all the Silvans needed to defend themselves, since they did not participate in warfare prior to the Second Age.

Before the arrival of their Sindarin overlords, the forest-dwelling Silvans used only weapons that might be considered "primitive" by the High Elves: bow and arrow, daggers, spears, and staffs, but they used these to great effect and in tandem with their unarmed fighting skills.

When Oropher, his son Thranduil, and their kin arrived, they helped the Silvans ward off attacks from rogue orcs and monsters that survived the War of Wrath and threatened to infest their lands (separate HC post about that here). In gratitude and admiration, they accepted Oropher as their king.

The Sinda introduced other types of weaponry and styles/methods of warfare, including longsword, phalanx, and cavalry. They also promoted blacksmithing as a trade and art (albeit not as sophisticated as their Noldor counterparts), so real armor and stronger weapons were created.

Over many centuries, the fighting techniques of the Silvans and Sindar merged to develop the combat style that was practiced in the realm from the Third Age onward.

Images above: Spear fighting is highly-utilized by Greenwood warriors, and every soldier excels in both one-on-one combat and fighting as a unit. Inspiration can be taken from the deadly style of Achilles from the film Troy (2004).

Thranduil the Warrior King

Thranduil is acknowledged and remains unsurpassed as the greatest warrior in the Woodland Realm's history.

In his role as Prince of Greenwood, he was instrumental in forming and enhancing the military forces of the Woodland Realm throughout the Second Age. A veteran of the War of Wrath, he understood that a strong army was vital for the protection of any kingdom.

Among his countless talents, combat is Thranduil's strongest and most favored, the one he takes great pride in honing and exercising. (In contrast with his father Oropher, who was an expert politician first and foremost.)

Young Thranduil was also passionate about sharing his knowledge, and devoted his time in both training his Silvan brethren and, more importantly, learning from them and absorbing their combat culture.

Thus, the distinctively flashy yet lethal hybrid fighting style that married Silvan martial arts with Sindar swordplay was developed and wielded perfectly by Thranduil.

Thranduil is also a brilliant tactician and field commander, who served as General of the realm's armed forces for many centuries (until his eldest son eventually succeeded him in the role).

He is known for always leading the charge in every single battle, stubbornly rejecting the use of his kingsguard on the field (much to father's chagrin and wife's anxiety). But for this, he is revered by his soldiers, all who would sacrifice their lives for him without hesitation.

Thranduil and Oropher were frequently at odds when it came to policies on managing their military forces and engaging in outside conflicts. Had it not been for Thranduil's push for more training and investing in better armor and weaponry, the realm's losses during the War of the Last Alliance would have been even greater.

After he ascended the throne, Thranduil made it an even greater priority to increase the strength of Greenwood's army, which fortuitously saved the realm from being caught off-guard and overwhelmed when the Necromancer began his assaults from Dol Guldur.

Images above: Thranduil's sword-fighting style and battle prowess is very similar to that of Prince Nuada (also an elf-prince!) from the film Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008).

Thranduilions: The Warrior Princes

The Elvenking passed his combat knowledge onto his sons by training each one of them personally.

For centuries, the princes also trained alongside the rest of the realm's armed forces and gradually grew in skill, each according to his own unique talents.

Crown Prince Mirion, the king's eldest and heir, inherited leadership of Mirkwood's army around TA 1200, when he was named General and "Protector of the Realm", as he was a fierce defender of the Woodland people during the rise of Dol Guldur. (Upon his untimely death, the role reverted back to Thranduil.) He is physically the strongest of the princes, even stronger than his father.

Prince Gelir Thranduilion (fourth-born) is famed for being the realm's most talented archer and hunter, eventually becoming Captain of the Spider-hunters.

Prince Legolas Thranduilion (youngest) is the most acrobatic, creative, and "playful" fighter among his brothers, being the most naturally agile. He is also quick to learn just by observing, and so carries the fighting styles and tricks of his older brothers with him.

Prince Arvellas Thranduilion (third-born) is the least trained and and experienced in the fighting arts among the princes, not for lack of talent, but because (like the Elvenqueen), he chose early on to devote himself to academia and the healing arts instead.

Five Princes of Mirkwood: Personal SotWK commission by hffhifjou (click to enlarge)

Prince Turhir: Born for Battle

While all the Thranduilion Princes are skilled warriors with their own styles, the most naturally gifted and the most like his father in martial strength, skill, and ferocity, is Prince Turhir Thranduilion (second-born).

Turhir can be described as the ultimate fighting machine: brutally strong, virtually inexhaustible, extremely fast (esp. for his 7'6 size), and possessing flawless battle instincts. He is also uniquely hard of body, and in the rare times he sustains injuries, he recovers with no help necessary from healers.

Over the entirety of Thranduil's kingship (Third Age), Turhir is the only one, anywhere in Middle-earth, to have ever bested the Elvenking in single combat--and he did so several times during the Third Age, proving he had the potential to surpass his father in fighting ability.

In TA 542, Turhir was granted the role of Master Trainer of the Greenwood armies, making him responsible for teaching many of the young soldiers that fought for Mirkwood in the wars of the Third Age.

But where was he during the Battle of the Five Armies and War of the Ring?? To be revealed in future HC discussions and/or SotWK fics.

Images above: The spear is Turhir's favorite weapon, and his skill with it is best exhibited again by Prince Nuada from the film Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008), especially in this training scene.

Thank you for reading!

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Tolkien Headcanon tag list (plus some others who have shown interest in this subject--thank you all!): @quickslvxr @laneynoir @auttumnsayshi @achromaticerebus @tamryniel @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @blueberryrock @aduialel @glassgulls @ladyweaslette @klytemnestra13 @jezzibee @creativity-of-death @heilith @fizzyxcustard @absentmindeduniverse @lathalea @tamurilofrivendell @jordie-your-local-halfling @laurfilijames @i-am-pinkie @ladyk8tie @princesschimchim1325 @kazimina @scyllas-revenge @asianbutnotjapanese @conversacomsmaug @lemonivall @ratsys

#sotwk headcanon #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #legolas #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #the elvenking #oropher #lord of the rings #tolkien #tolkien headcanons #tolkien elves #sotwk ocs #thranduilion

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quillofspirit · 4 months

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2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

These are my headers and dividers, please do not use them.

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cloverkingsmith · 10 months

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girls who are summoners and have an armored form >>>>

#black clover #fanart #black clover oc #amanita indigon #princia funnybunny #sword of the wizard king #sotwk #LISTEN THE SOUNDS I MADE WHEN PRINCIA TRANSFORMED WERE INHUMAN !!!!!!!!!!!#tabata liked nita so much he made an oc after her <3 /j #I was going to draw them battling but nita wouldn’t last 30 seconds soooo they’re friends <3 #on the way to tell mereoleona they love her

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estethell · 10 months

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Adar and Kathet, commission for @ladyk8tie ✨

Congrats again for winning @sotwk 's 400 Celebration!!!

#the hobbit #lotr #tolkien #the rings of power #adar fanart #adar #adar x oc #commission #the rings of power adar #sotwk 400 celebration

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scyllas-revenge · 1 year

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Masterlist of my favorite Boromir fanfics

Note: none of these are mine, they’re just fics from across the internet that I really enjoyed and recommend to anyone (like me) who can’t get enough of Boromir.

Absolute favorites I reread all the time: 💕

Multi-chapter

💕The Traveller by @roqueamadi (rated M, 30k words, complete) - Boromir/tenth walker OC, adventure/romance

The Long Way Home by Glasschmetterling (rated E, 91k words, complete) - Boromir/OC, adventure/romance

Strangeness and Charm by aybeexinfinity (rated E, 32k words, complete) - Boromir/skinchanger OC, adventure/romance

💕Prince of Gold, Prince of Stone by daphnerunning (rated E, 25k words, ongoing) - Boromir/Theodred, smut, romance, drama

One-shots

Boromir/reader romance:

Into the Light by @heilith and @averil-of-fairlea - fluff

💕Now by @heilith (rated M) - angst, fluff, implied smut

💕Three of Hearts by @heilith - drama, fluff

💕Touchy Feely by @heilith - fluff

Good Intentions by @heilith - fluff

Touch Me Not by @heilith - drama, fluff

Night by Night by @heilith - fluff (honestly just read anything by heilith lol)

An Honest Mistake by Isabel_Kirstein - drama, fluff

The Streets of Gondor by Isabel_Kirstein - fluff, angst

Small Smiles by @legolaslovely - fluff, angst

💕Anything But This by @minaturefics - yearning, fluff

Death(less) Dreams by @minaturefics - angst, fluff

A Stranger by @mismaeve - fluff

So Close by @beautifultypewriter - fluff, yearning

💕Breathe by @sotwk - yearning, fluff

Boromir/OC romance:

The Right Question by alexi_ohs - fluff

In Good Hands by brigantine - fluff, adventure

Béma's ass by @i-did-not-mean-to - modern fluff

Yearning by @i-did-not-mean-to - yearning (duh)

In the Still of the Night by Aria34 - fluff

💕Dandelions by @sotwk - fluff

Boromir/Theodred romance:

felled by you (held by you) by theMightyPen - fluff

Gen fics:

💕Black Shroud, White Feathers by Icarus_is_flying - Boromir & the hobbits, adventure/angst

💕Heart by starlightwalking - Boromir & Eowyn friendship

The Horn of Gondor by @saentorine - fluff, Boromir is five years old

A Shadow and a Thought by starryeyedknight - asexual Boromir & Eowyn, Eowyn/Faramir

Smut (please don’t judge me):

Kinkmas 2022 (breeding and against a wall) by @darthglitterfanfiction - Boromir/reader and Boromir/OC, respectively

Kinktober 2022 (sex pollen) by @darthglitterfanfiction - Boromir/reader

Those Eyes by LordMonday - Boromir/Aragorn

And finally:

my own fanfic list with even more Boromir content, just in case :D

If y’all read and enjoy any of these fics, be sure to let the authors know! I’ve tried to include some lesser known stuff here, since it’s so easy for fics to get lost in the crowd, especially older ones. If you have any other recommendations, reblog with your additions!

Updated June 2023! (although I’m pretty sure I forgot a ton of other great fics so I’ll probably update again soon)

#boromir #lotr fanfic #boromir x oc #boromir x reader #boromir x aragorn #boromir x theodred #aragorn x boromir #tolkien fanfic #lotr fic recs

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hobbitwrangler · 2 months

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Snippet Sunday

@starsuncounted you happened to tag me when I'm halfway through a fic inspired by one of your posts! And as usual what was meant to serve as context to the main part of the fic has metamorphised into OC backstory that I previously didn't know existed:

She turned to him and he saw that her posture was stiffer, something defensive in her stance. “Queen Arwen offered to have my duties … reduced. Shared with someone else.” Boromir considered, looking at her carefully. “Do you want that?” He knew that Eirlys was proud of her work, proud of the role she had fought so hard to gain, and, much as he might want her to step back and rest more, he knew it would be unfair to demand of her what she would not demand of him. Yet if she is only continuing out of guilt … “No.” There was no doubt in Eirlys’ eyes and the sight made Boromir smile. It was familiar, the resolve burning in tired eyes. “I have put too much of myself into this work to be relegated to the role of a pregnant lady of the house the moment the trumpets of victory sound.” Boromir frowned, his hand grasping hers. “You know that if you step back, it could be only for a time. You could have a few months to yourself, to get used to the child, before you went back. You have won your place; you need not continue to fight for it.” He could see the battle of will being waged in Eirlys’ face. The desire for rest and the comforts of her family home warring with pride, the devotion to something that had been part of her for so long. He knew that feeling, that exhaustion coupled with an inability to step back. She gripped his hand back, her face softening. “I know. And I thank you for saying it. But I think I shall continue as long as I am able. After all, I shall not be alone when the baby comes. I shall have Miryeman and Aya and your Aunt Caeveneth and my father and you, of course. And your Aunt Ivriniel will probably find some way to get involved.” “She always does,” said Boromir.

tagging @konartiste @brigwife @sotwk @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras if you want to do this!

#tag games

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lathalea · 3 months

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Hey! I was checking out your masterlist, as I'm sure I remember reading one of your fics ages (years?) ago, I really enjoyed it but I can't remember the title. It was a Kili x OC multi-chapter fic, it followed pretty closely to the movies and it involved a female OC who was a warrior. Now I'm really scraping my memories but she came from a clan? Who were all wiped out?? And she had major beef with Thorin most of the time hahaha. Does this ring any bells for you or am I being crazy?! I'd love to go back and read it again if it was you who wrote it 😂 Have a great day! ❤️

Hi and thank you for checking out my masterlist! This sounds like a really great Kili x OC story, but it wasn't me who wrote it. Tbh I'd love to read it too! Is it possible that you saw it on my blog because I reblogged it from the author?

Let's see if out collective tumblr fanfic hive mind can help. Does anyone recollect this story? @fizzyxcustard @laurfilijames @enchantzz @frosticenow @middleearthpixie @mrsdurin @sherala007 @asgardianhobbit98 @shiinata-library @evenstaredits @sotwk @nerdydcfan and everyone who's reading this... can you help, please?🙏

#kili #fanfic #the hobbit #ask box #searching for a fanfic #kili x oc #dwarves #tolkien fanfic

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erathene · 2 months

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Taunted

100 word drabble written for @fellowshipofthefics 'Luck of the Draw' March 2024 writing challenge. For this one I got 18 ("I'm not blushing. I don't blush") and 15 ("Secrets").

The combination made me think of a sibling teasing another about a secret. I recently enjoyed @sotwk's fic Transformed, which features her OC Prince Gelir Thranduilion, older brother to Legolas. I am posting this with her permission!

Warnings: None, but contains spoilers for Transformed as it is set shortly after the events of that story.

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"I'm not blushing. I don't blush."

Rebuttal is Gelir's only defence from the healing ward bed. Were they in the training grounds, things would be different; Legolas knows his teasing would be met with blunted steel.

"She's your girlfriend."

"No, she's not."

"Okay. She's your secret girlfriend."

Gelir does not rise to provocation, but cannot hide his malcontent. Testing the newly-developed lycanthropy cure should have been his sacrifice to make, not hers; the huntress whose friendship he had cherished since childhood, before it had blossomed like a spring wildflower into an undeniable, reciprocated love.

"She is far more than that."

#fotfics #fotfics march event #luck of the draw #writing event #fanfiction #lotr fanfic #legolas greenleaf #SotWK #Gelir #Transformed

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laneynoir · 11 months

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Mattress list!

...or something.

But no really! I'm organizing my fics!

Reminder that my requests are always open! No seriously, please give me the motivation juice.

I do write for more fandoms, just feel free to ask whatever you want via dm or ask box :D

I write ships, reader inserts, friendships... Any themes you want to ask for, I'm pretty open minded, but I cannot write incest.

All reader inserts are non-specified gender, unless stated otherwise :)

Legolas/reader

Change (and I do not mean dimes)

Not All Come Back

Shoot Your Shot

Hugs? Or No Hugs?

Aragorn, son of Arathorn- /reader

(to many names boy, to many.)

Which is more frightening? An assasination attempt, or a talk?

Èomer/reader

No Touches :/

Boromir / reader

Never did write a title for this guy

Thorin /reader

That one poly fic

Bilbo / reader

Still that one poly fic, but we're keepong it organized 😎

Other Ships

Kili/Tauriel Baby Problems

Sam/Frodo Smol Hobbits, What Can I Say

Not Romance Centered, and tbh Kinda Random.

Very, very short drabble. Oc's

Baby Leggy Learns the Bow @sotwk -verse

Mothers Day With Queen Maereth @sotwk -verse

#im just gonna tag this with the ships already on here ig #legolas x reader #aragorn x reader #eomer x reader #sam x frodo #kili x tauriel #kiliel #samfro #my fic #with my luck ive forgotten somthing but of wellllllll

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art-by-moosie · 1 month

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I did some expression practice with some of my various ocs to test out some new sketch brushes I got~ Pretty happy with how most of them turned out, though drawing Svena with anything but a stoic/annoyed expression is really difficult. And Freyr...I need to find a different hairstyle for him.

Also, no idea why Salae is yelling at Ritika. She probably did something unbefitting of a princess. Again. Or maybe she and Freyr (her cousin) both did something to get in trouble, thus his 'Oopsies' expression.

Art tag: @sotwk @estethell @ilovedainironfoot @lathalea

#moosie's art #my art #digital art #original characters #moosie's ocs #sketch #drawing #doodle #drawing practice #original art #procreate #expression practice #artists on tumblr #digital drawing

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sotwk · 4 months

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Got any headcanon about Thranduils relationship with his assistant, Feren?

OhMySqueeeee! I ADORE FEREN. Love or hate The Hobbit Trilogy, he is one of the best created-for-film characters to come out of those movies. He is its Lindir equivalent!

Feren will gradually develop into an important supporting character in the SotWK AU. I've even created an additional OC to be his twin sister; her name is Celuwen and she will also be an important side character in the series. (Both make guest appearances in my recent Young Legolas fic, "Greenleaf's Tree".)

For now, here are the key points I have regarding Feren's character history and his relationship with Thranduil and his family:

SotWK Canon Spotlight: Feren, Captain of the Mirkwood Kingsguard

Feren is a full-blooded Silvan elf, born and raised in the southern regions of Greenwood the Great in Third Age 142. (Exactly 100 years older than Legolas and Tauriel.)

His father is a woodcutter and his mother a hunter--both esteemed professions in the realm.

His bookish twin sister Celuwen became a royal scribe at the remarkably young age of 90. Feren followed her into the employ of King Thranduil as a palace guard.

After just a few years, Feren was given a position in the royal escort.

Feren serves Thranduil's family for his entire career, becoming close friends with the princes, especially Gelir and Legolas. (see his banter with them in the fic, "Unnecessary Guardian")

Thranduil was constantly impressed by Feren's loyalty, courage, and trustworthiness. He appointed Feren as the youngest member of his Kingsguard in Third Age 672.

When Dol Guldur rose around Third Age 1000 and the southern parts of the realm grew increasingly infested by the Necromancer's dark creatures, Feren was dismayed by the devastation wrought upon his birthland.

He requested placement in the spiderhunters, a newly-formed company of specialized soldiers led by Prince Gelir. This was a demotion for him into a less prestigious and more dangerous job, but it put him where he wanted to be--at the frontline of Mirkwood's defenses.

But eventually, over a thousand years later, Feren found his way back into the direct service of the Elvenking. Thranduil chose him specifically for the leadership position of Captain of the Kingsguard. This is very different from the "captain" position Tauriel seems to have in the films. The Kingsguard rides alongside Thranduil in battle or any dangerous situation, and their sole task is to keep the King safe--a tremendous challenge and responsibility!

While Feren is in essence a high-ranking bodyguard and right hand of sorts to Thranduil, he is not an assistant. The "assistant" role is more accurately fulfilled by Celuwen, Feren's sister. By TA 555, she has become the royal family's secretary, a job she holds longer than any Elf in the realm (but that's another story for later).

Thranduil comes to depend on these twins greatly, especially after the loss of his sons and wife. They grow as dear to him as family, as they have always been utterly devoted to their King and ever refused to leave his service.

Even Queen Maereth has jokingly/lovingly referred to Feren and Celuwen as "the twin children we never had". (Twins run in her family.)

Thank you for the Ask, Anon! I hope more people will join me in the Feren Fan Club! I hope to put out more material for him soon! Such a sweetie!

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Elves HC Tag List: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @acornsandoaktrees @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @auttumnsayshi @blueberryrock @conversacomsmaug @elan-ho-detto-elan-15 @entishramblings @freshalmondpandadonut @fizzyxcustard @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @glassgulls @heilith @heranintomyknife23times @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @lathalea @lemonivall @LiliDurin @quickslvxrr @ratsys @scyllas-revenge @spacecluster @stormchaser819 @talkdifferently6 @tamryniel @tamurilofrivendell

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #sotwk headcanon #sotwk ocs #feren #celuwen #the hobbit #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #anon asks #i have the best anons #legolas #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #greenwood the great #thranduilion

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ass-deep-in-demons · 9 months

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Tagged by @fenharel-enaste! Thank you <3

Picrew

... Idk if I was supposed to re-create my own face, but I made my OC Joanna instead^^

Jo in her serious-working-adult attire ;)

no-pressure tagging @sparetooth @nihilizzzm @varricscrossbowbianca @glassgulls @middleearthpixie @sotwk @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @ellana-will-kick-some-ass @marsharmonicorchestra

#tag game #joanna the emlinn #ass deep in demons #[wandering birds]

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estethell · 1 year

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Commissions for @sotwk 💫

I drew Fili and her beautiful female elf Oc 💕 Thanks you to commissioning me ✨

Commissions are open still on my Ko-fi💯

#the hobbit #lotr #tolkien #Fili #fili the hobbit #fili the dwarf #Female elf #Oc #canon x oc #Sotwk #Commissions #Kofi

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scyllas-revenge · 1 year

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Where I Am Needed Most

Pairing: Eomer/OC

Rating: T

Word count: 3,221

Summary: The battle for Helm's Deep is about to begin, and Eomer has enough to worry about without Eowyn and her stubborn, willful, defiant lady-in-waiting, Asta, trying to sneak away from the caves to fight. Asta seems to live for no other purpose than to get under his skin- how can he possibly convince her to stay where she belongs?

Written for @sotwk for my 200 follower celebration- thank you for being such a kind, supportive, wonderful person!!

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“Is everything ready, Asta?” Eowyn whispered the question into her lady-in-waiting’s ear.

Eomer frowned, her words half-drowned out by the clamor coming from the armory half a hall away. He sidled closer to better hear Asta’s reply, dodging crowds of soldiers distributing armor and sharpening blades.

Their loud yet somber work was nearly complete: the last of the men were dispersing to the ramparts, the women to the caves. A sense of urgency was rising in the halls throughout the fortress, as though Helm’s Deep itself knew its end drew near.

“It is all as we planned, my lady. Your things are hidden with the other supplies in the caves.”

His frown deepened. From afar the pair looked to be doing nothing more than pausing to share a final, hurried conversation, but he knew his sister and Lady Asta too well. Chaos followed wherever they went, and a whispered conspiracy between them could mean nothing good.

“And what of your things?” Eowyn prompted.

Asta laughed. “As though I would forget them. They are stowed away alongside your armor.”

“Oh? Whenever you bring our armor to the training yard, you always forget my vambraces—”

“Please!” She hit Eowyn’s arm. “I forgot them once, four years ago! My real concern is how we will get away in the first place. Come, we must hurry if we are to–”

“How you will get away?” Eomer repeated. He had heard enough at last, and approached them coldly, arms folded. “What are you two discussing, eh? Have you forgotten that Theoden King ordered you both to stay in the caves?”

The two women jumped. “We were—discussing how to get the heavier stores of food from the inner gate and into the caves, to distribute to the women and children,” Eowyn said smoothly. “Nothing more.”

“Is that true, Lady Asta?”

“I don’t understand, my lord,” Asta said, tilting her head and adopting a puzzled expression. “You would not accuse my mistress of lying, would you?”

Her full lips twitched in a suppressed grin, and Eomer clenched his fists. Oh, he’d been a fool to think his sister’s lady-in-waiting would be at all more inclined to honesty with him. Lady Asta had lived in Meduseld for close to a decade, and she’d always had an uncanny ability to get under his skin. He had tried, in recent years, to avoid her, hoping a bit of distance might cool the furious heat that rose under his skin whenever they spoke.

It had done little good.

“Asta is right,” Eowyn said, patting Eomer’s shoulder. “We have a great deal to prepare if we are to outlast the night, and I’m certain you do too. Now, if you’ll excuse me, dear brother—” And with that she fled, dodging his attempt to pull her back.

“Not so fast.” Eomer grasped Asta’s wrist as she tried to dart after Eowyn. “I am not deaf, you know, nor am I a fool.”

Asta offered him a wry smile, twisting out of his grip with ease. “Oh? I am glad to hear you are in possession of all your faculties, my lord.”

“Do not mock me,” he snapped, his fingers flexing on air where her wrist had been—he willed himself not to dwell on the warmth of her hand, or the smoothness of her skin. “I heard you and my sister discussing your armor!”

“Armor?” She blinked innocently. “Why would we need armor, my lord? I’m not certain I could find armor to fit me in this fortress if I tried, in any case.”

“I know full well both you and my sister have fitted armor, as well as swords and shields! You have trained as a shield-maiden nearly as long as Eowyn has. But the king has given you both an express order, and if you are even thinking of disobeying it—”

“You need not worry, Lord Eomer. I am well aware that we are wanted in the caves.” She patted his arm placatingly, then tried to sidestep around him again. Her touch left him dizzy once again, but he blocked her escape easily, a burning, impatient heat swelling in his veins.

“You are wanted in the caves, yes. But where will you and Eowyn go?”

“I go where Lady Eowyn goes, my lord.”

“You are being deliberately obtuse! Where does Eowyn intend to go tonight that you will follow her?”

“I’m certain she has many places to go tonight, my lord. She is very busy, as she’s already told you,” Asta snapped, trying to slip around him again. Eomer thrust out his arm and blocked her path.

She pressed forward again like an advancing army, and he gripped her shoulder, stepping forward and forcing her back—he would sacrifice no ground to her. “Béma take it all, do you plan to go to battle this night? Tell me plainly, Asta!”

Her breath hitched, and Eomer would have attributed it to the steely command in his voice, but a heat flickered in the deep brown of her eyes that made him suspect it had been something else entirely: rarely had he ever used her name without her title before, and now, all of a sudden, he wished he’d said it more often.

He repeated it now, low and intent—and she trembled under his hand, confirming his suspicions. “Asta, please tell me. I would not see you or my sister come to harm.”

She rallied herself quickly. “Your worry for us is very heartwarming, my lord. I shall be sure to pass on your concern to Lady Eo—”

“Always you delight in angering me!” Eomer pressed forward again until she had to tilt her neck up to meet his eyes. He gripped her shoulders with both hands, his chest heaving, and a fierce heat rose to his face at the warmth of her skin under his fingertips, burning through the layers of her dress. “Will you truly disobey my uncle’s orders? Your king’s orders? You and Eowyn are needed in the caves with the other women—”

“And Lady Eowyn and I will be exactly where we are needed most,” Asta hissed, her eyes like fire as she glared up at him.

“Béma, you stubborn fool—” Eomer’s grip tightened on her shoulders, and he leaned closer, though no one remained in the hall to overhear him. “Would you be imprisoned for treason?”

“Treason!” she snorted. “What crime have I committed?” Her breaths were coming quick and uneven, an angry flush on her cheeks. “I will confess only to following my mistress’s orders.”

“If Eowyn is forcing you to disobey my uncle—”

But Asta laughed at that, willful and proud, and jabbed at his breastplate with her finger. “No one will force me to do anything,” she snarled. “Not my mistress and certainly not you.”

“Oh no?”

“No!” She pressed closer than ever now, rearing up on her toes until their faces were nearly touching, her finger still jabbing against his chest, her head craned back. “If I obey anyone’s commands but my own, it shall be because I wish to.”

He swallowed, nostrils flaring, his patience threatening to snap. “Now you speak of treason in earnest!”

“Then go to your uncle!” she goaded him, her voice low and breathless. “Throw me in prison, lock me up, go on! Silence me, Eomer! Or are you all words, and not a man of action—”

Eomer bared his teeth in a snarl and silenced her, his lips parting hers to taste the insults still gathering sharp and wild on her tongue. She kissed him back without pause, fiercely, furiously, her nails scrabbling for purchase against his breastplate while her other hand wound into his mane of blond hair. A prickle ran down his spine at the sensation, and he crushed her tight against his chest, arms encircling her waist, fingertips digging into soft skin. She gasped against his lips in response. He tightened his hold on her, nearly laughing in relief at her enthusiasm—perhaps she’d wanted this as long as he had, after all.

Feeling him smile against her lips, Asta snarled and redoubled her efforts, pulling Eomer so close that he swayed on his feet, and he nearly collapsed entirely as her teeth sank into his lower lip. “Eomer,” she hissed into his mouth, her voice infusing his body with heat. “Béma, Eomer, you…”

Keep her safe, he thought feverishly, clutching her tighter than ever. Despite all her bravado he could still feel her trembling in his arms, her fingers shaking as they threaded through his hair. Béma, wherever she goes this night, keep her safe—

“Eomer?”

It took him a moment to recognize Aragorn’s voice, and another to register that Asta had drawn away, fleeing the hall so quickly that Eomer was left wondering if she’d ever been there at all. His arms were outstretched into empty air, his lips parted like a dying fish.

“Eomer, there you are.” Aragorn stepped into the room at last, raising an eyebrow. “Are you well? You look shaken.”

“No, I—I mean yes.” He coughed and dragged a hand down his face. “I am well.”

Aragorn frowned, then nodded. “Good. Come, let us make our way to the battlements. It is time.”

It is time. Eomer repeated the words under his breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. It was too late, then—he could hardly drag any of the soldiers away from the ramparts to rein in Eowyn and her unruly lady-in-waiting. Perhaps, with any luck, cowardice would overtake them at the last, and they would come to their senses. Or perhaps they would be caught slipping away from the caves or joining the battalions of men and boys along the wall as they formed ranks under the darkening sky, waiting for the end to come…

Perhaps there was nowhere she could go that would keep her safe.

“Retreat!”

Eomer bellowed the call as he lunged forward, slicing through the foul flesh of first one Uruk-hai, then a second. Chest heaving, he steadied himself on the ramparts, but he had barely a moment to breathe before he and his men were overtaken again, making their halting way back to the upper causeway.

“Back to the gate!” he called again, his voice hoarse but cutting sharp through the sounds of battle, the ringing of swords and the pounding of footsteps and the screams of dying men. “Retreat!”

Far away he could just make out his uncle’s voice booming the same command—the White Wizard’s forces were overtaking them at last. Fallen bodies slumped against the battlements and sprawled grotesquely along the stairs, little more than shapeless masses in the unrelenting darkness. The sight of them chilled Eomer’s blood, and he forced his focus back on his assailants, his arms leaden and aching with the fatigue of prolonged combat.

He hung back as his éored obeyed his command, barely holding the enemy at bay with every backward step. He took up the retreat last of all, parrying a bone-rattling blow from another of those vile creatures, then another blow, and another—then all at once he lost his footing on the ramparts, made slick with spilled blood and rainwater and muck, and he fell hard at the enemy’s feet.

His ears rang, the sound ricocheting in his helmet as he rolled onto his side. The dark silhouette of an Uruk-hai loomed over him, steam curling from its crude helmet with each grunting breath, and a cold, familiar panic seeped into Eomer’s blood. The beast raised its sword to cleave him in two, the dim light of a faraway torch glinting on the notched metal. Eomer’s fist tightened on air—Béma help him, he had dropped his sword in his fall—

The clash of steel on steel rang above his ears, and he scrabbled for his sword in the darkness to see one of his men knock the Uruk-hai’s blade away, his feet planted wide for balance on the slick stone. Blow by blow the man drove the creature back, at last slashing through its piecemeal armor.

Not pausing to watch the Uruk-hai collapse, the soldier pulled Eomer to his feet with a wiry arm, then tugged on his hand. “Come,” he urged him, his voice more a boy’s than a man’s. “To the gate, hurry!”

“Aye, to the gate,” Eomer huffed, still rattled from his near miss with death. “As I’d ordered you before!”

To his surprise, the soldier snorted heatedly. “Please, my lord. I knew where I was needed most.”

Eomer's blood froze. “You—”

But the enemy was still pressing upon them, and his upstart savior pulled on his arm again, brown eyes flashing mockingly in the low light of a faraway torch, and dragged him back toward the gate. Eomer followed, fury and fear roaring in his ears. The other soldiers urged them on, holding the gate open just wide enough for them to slip through, and they slammed and barred the gates shut behind Eomer and his companion without a moment to spare. The Uruk-hai crashed upon the gates like a wave against a rocky shore, but the old, gnarled doors held firm.

Eomer turned from the gates to confront his savior, but all he saw was a slender, wiry form vanishing among the crowd of soldiers.

“You’ll pay for this, Asta,” he snarled under his breath.

The battle lasted days—or it seemed to, for by the time dawn came, Eomer felt far older and more haggard than he’d ever been. As the last of the enemy was driven from the great fortress, he breathed a sigh of relief, exchanging exhausted smiles with his uncle and their soldiers. But even then, they had no time to rest.

Now freed from Saruman’s forces, Helm’s Deep sprang hurriedly back to life, like the rush of spring after a late winter frost. Citizens clamored to heal the injured, distribute food and water to the soldiers, and bury the dead. Lamentations of grief and worry echoed from every quarter, and Eomer swallowed hard as he tore through the crowded halls, nearly shoving people aside in his haste.

Victory in battle always came at a heavy price, he knew, but this scarcely felt like victory at all.

But his worst fears were proven false—Eowyn and her lady-in-waiting were in the caves with the other women, right where Theoden had ordered them to be. They stood weary but unhurt, wearing the same simple, unadorned riding dresses as last night, their hair pulled back into simple braids. Their faces were arranged into carefully innocent, industrious expressions as they laid out bedrolls and blankets for the injured soldiers.

But Eomer wasn’t fooled. He stormed up to the pair of them, searching fruitlessly for the words to match the depths of his anger—

And instead he found himself hugging Eowyn so tightly her feet left the floor. She yelped in surprise and hugged him back, laughing in relief. “You’re alright,” she squeaked out, her voice strangled by her brother’s iron embrace. “I knew you would be, dear brother.” Eowyn extracted herself from his arms at last, wiping at her eyes.

Eomer moved instinctively to hug Asta next—she jumped in surprise, and he withdrew, clearing his throat. “It is—good to see you both safe,” he said awkwardly. Eowyn looked from him to Asta and raised an eyebrow.

Then, like fog in the rising sun, his relief dissipated, and he recalled his earlier anger. “Eowyn, Asta, tell me at once! Did you—were the two of you—”

“Were we what, brother?” Eowyn asked.

“Béma’s sake, do not play coy now! I saw you, Asta, on the ramparts!”

Asta blinked. She exchanged a puzzled look with Eowyn, then turned back to him. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, my lord. We had so much work to do when we arrived yesterday, I haven’t yet had a chance to visit the ramparts. Though I have heard they have an excellent view of the surrounding mountains.” She met Eowyn’s gaze, and their eyes twinkled.

“You will not make a fool of me,” Eomer barked. “You changed out of your armor rather carelessly, Eowyn, for there is dirt on your dress. And Asta—” He grabbed her hand, just as slender as his soldier’s on the ramparts—“There is blood under your fingernails!”

“Eomer, calm yourself!” Eowyn folded her arms imperiously, though Eomer did not release Asta’s hand. “I am covered in dirt, dear brother, because you just hugged me in your filthy armor. And Asta and I have blood on our hands because we are busy tending to the wounded. Very busy,” she added threateningly, and his scowl deepened.

“This is not over,” he thundered. “You both have committed treason—you could have died!”

“That’s quite enough, Lord Eomer!” Asta’s eyes blazed in a frightening imitation of her mistress. “I would like to speak with you. In private—now!”

Eomer was so taken aback that he could only nod mutely. A flush had risen to Asta’s cheeks, though whether because he had accused her of treason or because he was still gripping her hand, he wasn’t sure. She shared a sharp look with Eowyn that he couldn’t read, then stormed away, dragging Eomer behind her by the wrist.

“What is this? Where are you taking me?” he demanded as she led him out of the caves, then down a nearby corridor. He rather suspected she had no idea where she was going.

“You still accuse me of treason, my lord?” she cried, at last ducking into an alcove tucked out of sight down an adjoining hallway and pulling Eomer after her. “Treason—even still, after everything that took place last night?”

“So you admit now that you went to battle?”

“Will you go to the king, my lord? You have no proof!”

“I should have gone to him at once,” he growled. “I still have half a mind to.”

Asta gripped his armored shoulder and pulled him close, her breath coming fast. “Then I will admit to nothing but being where I was needed most.”

“Will you,” Eomer hissed, and then her lips were on his once again.

All the fight left him at once as he kissed her back, threading his fingers into her hair—still damp with sweat and rainwater, damn her—and tilting her face up to his. But as tightly as they clung to each other, their kiss now was nothing like their stolen moment outside the armory the night before. Eomer was exhausted, his shoulders slumped and his breathing labored, and he felt the same strain in Asta as she wrapped her arms around his torso. He rested his forehead against hers, kissing her gently, again and again, until at last her shoulders relaxed and her heartbeat slowed, and for a long moment they merely stood there, holding one another upright, their breaths falling softly into sync.

Almost dreamily, Asta cupped Eomer’s face, then trailed her slender hand down the side of his neck. “I should return to the caves,” she murmured. “ Lady Eowyn will need my help.”

He shook his head. “Stay,” he whispered, smiling softly as he brushed his lips over hers. “For just a while longer. This, right here, is where you are needed most.”

Asta returned his smile, and—just this once—she obeyed him.

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