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Star of the Mountain: Chapter 14
Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films
Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield
Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz
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“Search them!”
Oreliell’s eyes narrowed slightly at the elves surrounding the company. Once the dwarves had moved off the path, the sisters knew bad things were going to happen. They had seen the spider webs and had heard the stories of the giants that infested the forest. They had chosen to go on ahead and search for the king’s guards. It hadn’t taken long thankfully, but apparently long enough because the company had been captured. The sisters caught the attention of the guards and had quickly taken off away from them, ignoring their shouts to ‘halt.’ What they hadn’t anticipated was the elven guard holding the company as prisoners and searching them.
“Is this how the elves of Mirkwood treat travelers?” Oreliell asked her sister.
“Stay calm, sister. We are passing through their kingdom.”
She glanced at her sister before sighing. Two guards approached them, stern looks on their faces.
“{Either disarm yourself or we shall do so for you,}” one said.
Oreliell again looked at her sister before handing over her sword and removing her daggers from their hiding places. As she finished disarming herself, she glanced over the other guards. The leader, a young blond ellon, approached a red-haired elleth.
“{Are the spiders dead?}” he asked.
“{Yes, but more will come. They’re growing bolder.}”
“{My lord!}” someone else called.
The blond approached the one who called to him, Thorin’s sword in hand. He took the blade and looked it over.
“{This is an ancient Elvish blade. Forged by my kin.}” He looked at the company, especially Thorin, and narrowed his eyes. “Where did you get this?”
“It was given to me,” Thorin said.
The elf pointed the sword at Thorin.
“Not just a thief, but a liar as well.”
“{It is no lie, my lord,}” Oreliell called, gaining his attention. Oreliell could feel the company’s eyes on her as well, but she kept her eyes on the elf. “{The blade was given to him after being found in a troll hoard just south of Rivendell. It was not stolen by us.}”
“{Us? You are with these dwarves.}”
“{They are our traveling companions.}”
The elf narrowed his eyes again at them, but seemed skeptical of her words.
“{Take them!}” he ordered.
The guards began pushing the dwarves down the path. Oreliell shrugged off the guard that tried to touch her and moved herself forward. She stepped behind Thorin in line, keeping her eyes on the half in front of her while Vedis watched the other half.
“Oreliell, Vedis,” Thorin whispered. “Where’s Bilbo?”
Oreliell’s eyes widened and glanced around. The halfling was nowhere in sight.
“Vedis?”
“I do not see him.”
Valar, let him be all right.
They were led through the woods to a stone bridge and large elven gates. Oreliell did not look at or acknowledge any of the elves that stood guard. While she grew more and more annoyed at the dwarves’ rough comments, she knew it would get them nowhere. They had taken a long time to accept her and her sister, so she knew that tension would be high while they were in Mirkwood. Best to stay silent.
The company was led down to the dungeons and one by one, pushed into cells. Most were kept separately, but some were locked together. Oreliell stepped into her cell peacefully, but glared at the guard who shut and locked the door.
The only one not locked in a cell was Thorin. He was held back by a pair of guards, made to watch his friends be imprisoned before being taken away to talk to the king. Oreliell tried to catch his eye, but had little luck.
The minute the guards were gone, the company started throwing themselves at their cell doors. The dwarves kicked and hit the metal, trying their best to knock them down.
“Leave it!” Balin cried. “There’s no way out. This is no orc dungeon. These are the halls of the Woodland Realm. No one leaves here but by the king’s consent.”
Oreliell sat down by the door, leaning her back against the cold stone.
“Is everyone all right?” she asked. “No one is hurt?”
Many mumbled responses that they were fine came from the surrounding cells, as well as a comment about only their pride being wounded. She couldn’t help but smile at that. Her head rested against the metal door and she shut her eyes. There was nothing that could be done until Thorin came back from meeting with the king.
They did not have to wait long. Oreliell glanced over when she heard guards approaching with Thorin in tow. He was struggling against them. Oreliell watched as they roughly pushed him into a cell.
“Did he offer you a deal?” Balin asked.
“He did,” Thorin confirmed. “I told him he could go îsh kakhfê ai’d dûr rugnu! Him and all his kin!”
Oreliell sighed, bowing her head.
“Well, that’s it then. A deal was our only hope.”
“Not our only hope.”
Oreliell looked toward Thorin’s cell. The angle was rough, but she could get a glimpse of him standing in front of the metal.
“Thorin,” she called. She watched him adjust his position so he could see her as well. She smiled at him, not sure if he could actually see it or not. “{All will be well.}”
She saw him nod before sitting down as well. The dungeon was quiet for a long time, minus the occasional mutters of the dwarves.
Oreliell had nearly fallen asleep when she heard the clicking on armor. She lifted her head as it drew closer and saw a guard stand in front of her cell. He put a key into the lock and opened the door.
“{Come with me.}”
Oreliell stood up and went to the door. She could hear the dwarves starting to shuffle around their own cells, probably trying to get a look at what was happening.
“Vedis?”
“I am here.” Oreliell looked over to her right, relaxing when she saw her sister standing on the landing. Behind her stood another guard.
“Any idea where they are taking us?”
Vedis shook her head slightly. The first guard shut Oreliell’s cell door then looked between the sisters.
“{You will follow us,}” he said.
Neither woman argued as they were guided back up the stairs. They could hear the dwarves calling after them, demanding to know where they were being taken. Another voice shouted at them to quiet, but that did little other than rile the company up more. Their concern and protests almost made Oreliell smile.
“/Be calm,\” Oreliell called to them in Khuzdul. She noticed the guard in front of her tense slightly at the language coming from her mouth. She could also see the looks of shock on several of the dwarves’ faces. “/We will be fine.\”
The company seemed to quiet down as the sisters were escorted from the dungeon. They were led down a series of halls. Neither had been to Mirkwood before, so the journey felt slightly disorienting and intimidating. However, they refused to show it.
They were led to a large set of doors made of beautiful oak, much like the rest of the kingdom. The first guard knocked loudly. They heard a voice call for them to enter. The guard opened the door and motioned the sisters inside. They moved forward, and the door was pulled shut behind them. Oreliell took a moment to glance around; they had been brought to a large sitting room where one might expect a king to take his meetings. A long table sat nearby, with comfortable-looking chairs surrounding it.
“When I heard that a company of dwarves was trampling through my kingdom, I’m sure you can imagine my surprise,” a voice said from the far side of the room. Glancing over, Oreliell noted that the king’s back was turned as he poured himself a glass of wine. “But when I heard that two elleths were amongst them… well, I’m sure you can understand my desire to meet you.”
He finally turned around, silver robes flowing around his feet. He studied them for several moments before his eyes picking up his wine glass.
“May I interest either of you in a glass of wine?” he asked
“No, thank you, your highness.”
King Thranduil glided to the table and sat down at the head. He motioned for the sisters to sit down. They exchanged brief looks before moving, taking seats at the table. Thranduil studied them for a long moment and took a sip of his wine.
“What are your names?”
“Oreliell and Vedis.”
“And what is your business with Thorin Oakenshield?” he questioned.
“We are traveling with his company, my lord,” Oreliell replied.
“Were you coerced?”
“No. We travel with them willingly.”
Thranduil scoffed a laugh.
“Willingly? I find that rather hard to believe, given Thorin’s rather obvious distaste for our kind.”
“Perhaps not all of our kind. Some, but not all.”
Vedis nudged Oreliell with her foot, a movement that did not escape the elven king’s eye. He looked at her.
“Do you have something to say on the matter, Vedis?” he asked. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes slightly. Vedis shook her head. “No, please. I want to hear what you have to say.”
It was Oreliell’s turn to narrow her eyes. His tone was a mixture between mocking and edging to try and get a reaction.
“Even if Vedis had anything additional to say, she is not able to.”
“No?” He sounded curious, yet annoyed.
“No. She doesn’t speak.”
Vedis shifted her scarf so Thranduil could see some of the black scars. His eyes widened at the sight.
“What happened?” he demanded.
“Nothing that concerns you. And it had nothing to do with the company, before the thought even crosses your mind.”
“It did not. I know that those dwarves have no magic abilities and therefore would have no capability of inflicting such an injury.”
Vedis readjusted her scarf and glanced at her sister as she did.
“He is rather cold,” she said, “and bored. It is almost as if he is not truly interested in conversing with us.”
Oreliell hummed with a nod. Thranduil looked at her.
“What?”
“Vedis was just observing how bored you seem to be.”
“She speaks to you?”
“And only me.”
“How come?”
“The magic required takes a lot of energy if performed to communicate with someone she is not connected with. As her sister, our bond is deeper and thus easier.”
His gaze shifted between the two of them before accepting the response. He reclined further in his chair, seemingly bored. Oreliell almost chuckled at the sound of Vedis’ soft scoff.
“Your leader seemed rather agitated earlier when I spoke with him.” Oreliell resisted an eye roll. “I assume that he told you he refused my help.”
“Not quite in those words, but yes.”
“And what are your thoughts on the matter?”
“I cannot say that I am surprised at his response, given the… unfortunate history between your two kingdoms.”
Thranduil’s eyes narrowed.
“You know not what you speak.”
“I know the history between the kingdoms, King Thranduil. I know that you abandoned the dwarves of Erebor simply because King Thror did not give you the jewels you desired. You gathered your entire army and brought them to Erebor, just to turn away.”
“I was not going to risk the lives of my people for a group of selfish dwarves.”
Oreliell scoffed.
“So you punish a race for the actions of a sick king?”
“The King Beneath the Mountain was warned time and again, by myself and others, what his greed would bring about. The dwarves of Erebor continued to dig for riches. In the end, they practically brought about their own demise.”
The sisters froze in shock at his words, before glaring at him.
“Are you saying that they brought the dragon upon themselves?”
Thranduil shrugged.
“Take it as you will. Like I said, they were warned.”
“Is that your response to all of those that have been affected by dragon fire? That they asked for that to happen? Did the dwarves of Erebor ask to be pushed out of their home? Did the people of Dale ask to be burned alive and left to ruin? Did we ask for a dragon to attack our home and wipe everything we ever knew and loved from existence?” She was nearly shouting and Vedis had to grip her arm to keep her planted in her seat. “The bad choices of a few do not call for the punishment and suffering of the many.”
Thranduil studied her for a long moment.
“If you were not coerced, then how came you to join such a company of dwarves? Or, rather simply put, what is your relationship with Thorin Oakenshield?”
“We are companions and close friends, my lord.” She couldn’t help but let sarcasm drip through her words. “We met on the road years ago and became close as a result.”
“Do not lie to me, girl.”
Oreliell narrowed her eyes.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I’ve been around a long time. I can tell when someone is lying to me.”
“You’re not much older than us.”
“Perhaps, but I have been around long enough to know when one person has… affection for another.” His eyes drifted down her throat ever so slightly. Before she could properly respond, Thranduil stood up from his chair and moved to the window to gaze outside. “I will offer you a deal. Convince Thorin to return what is rightfully mine and I will release your company to continue on your journey.”
Oreliell looked at Vedis, her hand going to the collar of her shirt. Vedis took her other hand, squeezing slightly for comfort. Oreliell watched as she leaned forward, picking up a blank piece of paper and a quill from the inkwell. She began to write.
“What are you doing?” Oreliell asked.
“I am giving him our response.” She glanced at Oreliell. “Trust me.”
Thranduil glanced over his shoulder, having heard the scratch of the quill on paper. Vedis finished her writing, returned the quill to its place, and stood. She appeared confident as she approached Thranduil, paper in hand. She stopped in front of him, staring at him for a long moment before handing him the paper. He took it slowly and watched her return to Oreliell’s side. He watched her place her hand on Oreliell’s shoulder then looked down at the paper in hand.
The sisters watched him closely. His expression changed only slightly. He looked at them.
“This is your answer?” he asked. Vedis nodded. Thranduil sighed. “Very well. Guards!” Two guards entered through the doors, standing at attention. “Escort these two back to their cells.”
Oreliell stood up as the guards approached. She gave Thranduil one last look before allowing the guard to lead her out of the room.
“Vedis?”
“Yes?”
“What did you write?”
“That we are loyal to Thorin Oakenshield, King Beneath the Mountain, and we stand with him.”
Oreliell smiled a little.
The sisters were guided down the stairs into the dungeon, quickly gaining the attention of the company. The dwarves rushed to their cell doors, trying to get a glimpse of them and calling their names.
“Are you all right?”
“What happened?”
“Did you see the king?”
“/We are all right,\” Oreliell said in Khuzdul, loud enough for them to hear. “/There is no need to worry.\”
Oreliell nodded to Vedis, who was escorted further down to her cell, while Oreliell stepped into her own. She watched the guard lock the door and walk away. When they were gone, she stepped forward and looked out at the few dwarves within her line of sight.
“Oreliell,” Thorin said. “What happened?”
“The king summoned us. Like you, he offered us a deal, but it was not our deal to take. We chose to stand by our king.”
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Barrels and Arrows- Kili Durin x OC
Kili Durin x Nessa Thorn
Description: After Kili is shot by an Orc during their escape from Mirkwood, Nessa is the one to care for him.
Word Count: 2.2k
“I’ll wager the sun’s on the rise,” Bofur muttered, which made Nessa look at him. The two of them were sharing a cell after being captured by the elves of Mirkwood. It was quite the setback on their quest, one that no one in the Company appreciated.
“It must be nearly dawn,” Gemma agreed from the neighboring cell.
“We’re never going to reach the mountain, are we?” Ori muttered, which lowered Nessa’s spirits even more. Then her ears perked up at the sound of light footsteps.
“Not stuck in there, you’re not,” Bibo answered, holding up a ring of keys. His sudden presence surprised everyone, and they found themselves exclaiming joyfully. Bilbo was quick to shush them, saying that there were guards nearby. They quieted as the Hobbit began unlocking the cells, effectively freeing them. Nessa glanced around upon stepping out and realized that several dwarves were walking towards the stairs.
“No wait,” Bilbo muttered quickly, which caught everyone’s attention. “Not that way, down here. Follow me.” Though initially hesitant, the Company elected to do as he said. As she walked, Nessa felt someone walk up beside her.
“Do you know where we’re going?” Kili whispered, which made her roll her eyes.
“I’m not a Mirkwood Elf, Kili,” she responded flatly. “I’ve been here maybe once and I haven’t been in the dungeons before.” The dwarf held his hands up in surrender then faced forward again. Bilbo led them through the halls of the realm before ultimately ending up in what looked to be a cellar. The elves in there were sound asleep, it was obvious that they had been drinking.
“I don’t believe it,” Kili shook his head in disbelief. “We’re in the cellars!”
“You were supposed to be leading us out, not further in!” Bofur continued.
“I know what I’m doing!” Bilbo responded defensively, only for them to be shushed by Nessa.
“Quiet you idiots,” she whisper-yelled. “We are unarmed, we can’t risk the guards waking up.” That seemed to quiet everyone, and Bilbo sighed before nodding.
“Alright, this way,” he muttered, leading them to a large room. In the room were several barrels stacked sideways down the middle of the room, each of which had one end open.
“Everyone, climb into the barrels, quickly,” he instructed.
“Are you mad? They'll find us!” Dwalin all but exclaimed. Bilbo denied it immediately, begging them to trust him. At first the Company looked amongst themselves, unsure. Then, a faint commotion was heard. That was the push Nessa needed to walk to the barrels.
“I don’t know about you guys, but this is better than getting caught,” she muttered, climbing into one of the barrels. Thorin sighed deeply.
“Do as he says,” he demanded, also climbing into an empty barrel. The others climbed into barrels as well. Bilbo walked along them, making sure that everyone was there. Once everyone was inside, Bofur questioned what they would do now. They all stuck their heads out of their respective barrels and watched as Bilbo walked towards a lever in the ground.
“Hold your breath,” he instructed. They barely had time to question him before he pulled the lever. Part of the floor that the barrels were on tilted downwards into a ramp and the barrels rolled down it, falling several feet into a river that ran beneath the Woodland Realm. Nessa’s was the last to fall, and much to her dismay it hit a high rock in the riverbed. It instantly fell apart, leaving her to swim to the surface of the freezing water.
“Nessa!” She faintly heard someone yell before two sets of hands grab at her coat, lifting her up.
“Get her into my barrel,” she recognized Kili’s voice as he spoke, then a moment later she was surrounded by warmth. Her eyes opened once more and she realized that she was in fact in the younger Durin’s barrel, both of them taking up the entirety of it.
“Are you okay?” Kili asked worriedly, receiving a shaky nod from her. She was absolutely freezing, she hadn’t expected to be plunged into the river, but to be fair, who was? She had no time to speak before they heard another splash, making everyone turn around. Bilbo surfaced in the water, grabbing onto Nori’s barrel. When Thorin praised his quick thinking, the Hobbit merely waved his hand in thanks.
“Go,” he spluttered, prompting them to begin steering their barrels. Nessa helped Kili paddle for a short while before emerging into the sunlight.
“Hold on,” Thorin suddenly yelled, which made her look up. Before she could process it, the Company began plunging through the rapids, floating swiftly down the raging river. She felt Kili wrap his arms around her protectively, and she hid her face in his coat.
Things would only get worse as elves began forming along the river, closing the gate that would let the Company get away. Kili and Nessa bumped into the other barrels with a small grunt as they began piling up. She looked up at the elven guards as they drew their swords, then gasped as one was shot down with an arrow.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” she exclaimed as Orcs began to swarm around the guardpost, killing elves.
“Gorid! Zib! Goridug! (Slay them all!)” The Orc leader, Bolg, yelled. The Orcs began throwing themselves at the dwarves. Bilbo managed to kill one with Sting while Dwalin elbowed one in the face. Nessa looked around frantically, spotting a sharp piece of her original broken barrel, grabbing at it. She was surprised when she leaned over and Kili suddenly jumped out of the barrel.
“Kili! What are you doing?” She exclaimed worriedly. He ignored her as he ran upstairs towards the lever that the elf guard had pulled earlier to close the gate, ducking as an Orc swung at him. Dwalin called his name then threw an Orc sword at him. He continued fighting his way to the top. As he neared the top, Bolg noticed the prince and grabbed his bow, firing an arrow and getting him in the calf.
“Kili!” Nessa and Fili yelled worriedly as he stopped short of reaching the lever, panting softly. He groaned in pain and strained to pull the lever only to fall over onto his back. Thorin called his name softly, but Nessa didn’t think about it as she noticed an Orc leaping over to finish the Prince off. Without a second thought she shot the piece of barrel at it, getting him through the back. She then scrambled to find a weapon in the fallen Orcs, grabbing two daggers and throwing them at two more Orcs. Legolas, Tauriel and a few other elves appeared and began fighting off the horde.
That’s when Kili found the strength to grab the lever and pull it, allowing the gate to open. The dwarves fell down another waterfall and began floating down the river as he fell onto his back once more as Bolg yelled out. Fili called his brother’s name once more then grabbed onto Nessa’s barrel. Kili slowly slid off the ledge and into Nessa’s barrel. As he landed, the arrow in his leg broke off on the edge of the barrel, which made him cry out in pain. She immediately began applying pressure to his leg shortly before the remaining Company plunged over the waterfall and continued floating down the rushing river, Bolg and his Orcs following them on land.
It was a long battle, but the Company eventually managed to get away, using their hands to paddle away to safety. Eventually the river calmed down and they made for the shore. The group climbed out onto a slab of rock jutting out a bit into the river. Nessa helped Kili out before getting out herself with Dwalin’s help. Kili fell to his knees in pain. His calf had previously been wrapped in cloth by the elf sharing his barrel, but the blood was starting to seep through. When Nessa noticed this, she went to his side worriedly.
“I’m fine,” he attempted to wave her off. “It’s nothing.” Nessa looked at Thorin in disbelief when he told them to get up.
“He’s wounded. His leg needs binding,” she informed him.
“There’s an Orc pack on our trail,” Thorin shot back. “We keep moving.”
“To where?” Balin questioned.
“The mountain, we’re so close,” Bilbo responded.
“Exactly,” Fili spoke up. “Which means we can spare a bit of time to at least let Kili rest.”
“Those elves have taken care of a fair amount of that Orc pack, enough that they’d probably need to rest and recuperate,” Nessa added when it looked like Thorin was ready to protest again. “Besides, the river moves much faster than anything on foot. That gives us at least a couple of hours to do the same. If we don’t take care of this right now then it’ll get infected and he’ll be much worse off than he is right now.” Thorin exhaled deeply as he considered her words. Everyone watched as he looked around then closed his eyes in thought. After a moment he opened them and faced the rest of the Company.
“Very well, we can rest for tonight. But we travel one hour into the woods so that the Orcs have a harder time finding us in case she is wrong,” he ultimately demanded. The finality in his tone prevented anyone from speaking out, so they gathered what they had then began walking into the woods in a line. Dwalin was the one to carry Kili so that he wouldn’t put pressure on his leg, but Fili and Nessa stayed nearby to keep the Prince entertained with conversation and such.
Just as promised, after an hour of walking deeper into the woods, Thorin declared that it would be a good place to set up camp. Everyone was quick to drop their things and take a seat as the day’s events caught up to them. While Pandora assisted Sienna in starting a campfire for the night, Nessa grabbed some supplies from Oin and walked over to Kili, who leaned against a large rock with his older brother by his side.
“Fili, why don’t you assist your uncle in hunting for tonight’s dinner,” she suggested, taking a seat on the opposite side of Kili. The older Durin was hesitant at first, wanting to stay by his brother’s side, but agreed upon seeing the pleading look in Nessa’s eyes. After making sure that they would be okay, he stood and headed towards Thorin.
Once he was out of hearing range, Nessa got to work. It was silent at first, Nessa not knowing what to say and Kili too annoyed about the situation to talk. Water that seeped into their barrel earlier cleaned the wound enough that they didn’t need to disinfect it, so that was already out of the way. She unrolled the bandages and moved his leg to rest on her lap as she began the process of wrapping it. It was then that she decided to break the silence.
“It was very brave what you did earlier at the gate,” she muttered softly, feeling his gaze on the side of her head afterwards.
“Really?” Was his reply after a moment of thought. She nodded without hesitation and looked at him.
“It was smart of you to jump out to pull the lever while everyone else was distracted with the Orcs. No one else thought of that.”
“Look what it earned me though,” Kili huffed, gesturing to his leg before crossing his arms. Nessa had to hold back a grin at his childishness.
“A testament to your bravery,” she responded simply. “Years from now after you’ve retaken the mountain, you’ll get to brag to everyone that you got that while saving the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.” That lifted the Prince’s spirits a bit, and he offered her a small smile.
“You really think so?” He asked, voice soft yet hopeful.
“Of course! It’ll be an epic tale to tell, and one that I’m sure you’ll enjoy telling once you’ve healed and time has passed,” she concluded as she finished wrapping his leg. Kili’s smile widened, visibly in a better mood than before.
“Well, I have to admit that this,” he gestured to his leg again. “Was most definitely worth it to see you get to safety.” A deep blush settled on Nessa’s face, and she couldn’t hide her surprise as she looked at him once more. The Prince couldn’t stop the chuckle that left his lips at her expression.
“This may be the first time I’ve ever left you speechless,” he said between laughter. The elf was quick to get over her shock afterwards and she shook her head amusedly.
“Well don’t get used to it, Your Majesty, because this is the last time that it will happen,” she informed him, situating herself so she could sit beside him comfortably. Kili grinned then wrapped an arm around her shoulders lazily. The gesture was a normal occurrence for them at this point, but it felt a bit more intimate now that Kili had said that. Neither of them truly minded though. If anything, it made the atmosphere between them even better, and it would only get better from there.
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“Oh Mahal-”
#FINDING HER ONE IN A MIRKWOOD ELVEN GUARD WAS NOT SOMETHING THAT NAMI WAS EXPECTING BUT OK LETS SEE WHERE THIS GOES#HER FIRST THOUGHT AFTER THAT CAPTION: nori is gonna be So Pissed Im Fucking Dead#she probably doesnt know wether vivi is male or female in this yet all she knows is that that elf is het One and DAMN THEIR HAIR IS PRETTY#her#nami isnt going grey btw its the lighting#the company is being led through mirkwood after being captured#and nami matched eyes with one of the captains on accident and now shes head over heels in love#or at least about to be#i dont think elves have ones like dwarrow so vivi hasnt caught on yet :)))#reminder to self: design vivi a proper bow and learn how to draw quivers#one piece#hobbit au#nami#nefertari vivi#dwarf nami#elf vivi#namivivi#navi#my art#opfanart#reblog > like#please yall
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Silent Promises
Request: Okay, thank you! ^^ The request was that the reader is part of the Company and when captured by Mirkwood elves, reader tries to keep the peace between the company and the elves which catches Legolas’ attention. Legolas starts seeing Reader secretly, a bond forming. When the company escapes, Legolas questions his feelings towards Reader and decides to leave with Tauriel to find her. After the destruction of Laketown, Legolas finds reader at the beach, relief to see her alive and realizes there are feelings there. Sorry if it’s too much and it’s okay if you don’t want to do it.
A/N: Hello! Sorry this took me so long, lots of things going on in life right now. This is probably the longest fic I've written here, I don't think I can call it a "minature fic" anymore lol. Also I think that Legolas's CGI-ed blue eyes in The Hobbit look hella creepy so I've gone with having them brown (here and the rest of my fics)
I tried to give it a bit more of a realistic take on what would happen, so it may not be overly fluffy or sweet, but I hope you like it all the same!
Legolas x Reader
Fem reader
No content warnings
6.2k words
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The air was cool and damp, but fresh, as though currents of air passed through unseen ventilations in the rock. The cavernous hall was lit by hanging lanterns of a sort, glowing warm orange and yellow. The faint sound of a waterfall and a bubbling stream could be heard and you craned your neck as the elves led the company deeper into the magical caves towards the dungeons. The metal bindings were cold against your skin, and the chains between you and the next dwarf rattled with each step.
“Move faster,” one of the elves hissed, shoving Kili in his shoulder when he paused to stare at one of the towering carved pillars. “Or are your short legs incapable of such a feat?”
“He’s just looking,” snapped Fili, glancing behind at his brother.
The elf lifted an eyebrow. “So even an uncultured dwarf is able to appreciate the magnificence of the elves.”
“Hah! As if any of this carven stone could rival what a dwarf could do. You do the rock a disservice,” Gloin said.
The elves drew closer to the company, hemming you in as much as they could. Anger flared in their eyes and another spoke, “We could cut you where you stand, dwarf.”
Your hands curled into fists and you thought of Gandalf’s parting words to you.
‘You are crossing now into the realm of the elves, and they have much quarrel with the dwarves. They are not unreasonable folk, but they can be unforgiving if provoked. If things should go ill, I hope my gift to you would be of some aid. But remember, none can guess at your errand for me: Smaug must be defeated, lest the dragon chooses to ally with Sauron.’
You fought the urge to raise your hand and thumb the small pendant around your neck. The elves had not sensed anything amiss with it so far, but it would be best to keep their attention away from it. The less the dwarves antagonised the elves, the less chance there would be that they would search the company more thoroughly than they already did.
“There’s no need for that,” you said, meeting the elf with a level gaze. “Can we not be civil?”
“Civil?” The elves chuckled. “You have trespassed on our land and provided no reason. We have spared your life, that is civil enough I should think.”
“I alway thought that the elves were known for their grace and fair-mindedness.” You glanced at the elves and found some of their hard stares softening. You glanced at Kili next to you and said louder for the company, “And I know that the dwarves are capable of being reasonable and noble. There is no need to hurl insults at one another while we coexist for this time.”
“And who are you to pass such a judgement?” An elf slowed to walk beside you, the one who appeared to be one of the captains. His hair was the colour of pale straw touched by the morning light, and it shimmered like golden silk threads. His keen brown eyes were fixed on yours, almost curious in their gaze.
“Just human. A lady.” You met his eyes. “All races have their follies and triumphs. If we bring old hurts into new ages they will never heal.”
He inclined his head at you, but said nothing else. The rest of the walk to the dungeons was uneventful and quiet, neither dwarf or elf willing to break the fragile truce.
When the company reached the dungeons, the elves began to undo the bindings and escort each of the dwarves to their cells. The elf from before, with the blonde hair, gripped your elbow, firm but not ungentle, and led you to your cell. You paused at the threshold, taking in the rough stone walls and floor. Was this to be where you would spend the rest of your life? Dying without even one more glance at the rising sun? He nudged you forward, his hand insistent on your arm, and you stepped into the dim.
You turned around to face him; a dignity to face your jailor even as he reached for the metal door. His eyes dropped to the small pendant around your neck, lingering on the deep blue luminous stone nestled in a tangle of withered branches, and he took a step forward.
“That is a strange necklace,” he murmured, raising his fingers towards it.
You shuffled back as your pulse lept to your throat. The lie sprang to your lips unbidden. “It is simply a birthday gift from my… grandfather.”
“Must be someone of high standing, to acquire such a thing.” His eyes narrowed at you.
You made a noise at the back of your throat and shrugged. Lies were easiest to sustain if there were fewer stories to entangle yourself in. The grate creaked, his hand around the bars, and you took a final look at him. Haloed by the soft light of the lanterns, he appeared the ethereal being that the elves were thought to be. The sharp line of the jaw was accentuated by the shadows of the dungeon, and the brown of his eyes seemed deeper in the gloom.
“Legolas!” One of the elves called, and he glanced behind. “Your father requests your presence.”
The door slammed shut and you held his gaze, unwilling to flinch or retreat, until he vanished beyond your sight. You sat down on the ground and listened to the dwarves throw themselves at their bars until Balin called for them to stop. You crawled towards the back of the small cell and took your pendant in your hand.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you whispered the words Gandalf had taught you, “Abraza batan, nakkha ne.”
The stone grew warm and the corners of your vision darkened. The bars and the lanterns beyond them faded into another image. Warm light and large barrels. There was water, a strong river or stream perhaps, all around you. A horn call echoed in your ears. Your hands were grasping some sort of wooden plank or edge. Thorin yelled something to the reply of the other dwarves.
As soon as it came, it vanished, and left you with nausea rising in your stomach. You groaned and scrubbed your face with your hands. There would be a path out, an escape. There was the possibility of that at least. You leaned back against the rough wall and hoped that Bilbo would bring help.
--
Legolas kept to the shadows as traced the winding path down to the dungeons. He had paced, restless, through the halls, and lingered, unsettled, in his rooms. More than once in the last few days he had caught his feet turning towards the dungeons, his mind fixed on you. Your diplomatic words cooling the anger of both the dwarves and the elves, your defiant eyes blazing in the darkness, the odd pendant around your neck.
He glanced over his shoulder before descending the stairs to where the cells were. He had snuck away after dinner, with an excuse of wanting some time alone to think, and crept down towards the dungeons.
The dwarves were silent except for a few quiet muttering that passed between cell neighbours. The air held the faint scent of oak and beech, and lingering scent of roast meat and herbed vegetables from the dinner they had been served. He walked up to your cell and paused by the door. You looked up from where you were staring at a rock.
Even after a few days in an unforgiving cell, you were still as beautiful as you were when they found you in the forest. Light danced in your eyes and a smile played about your lips.
“I would like to speak to you,” he said, drawing closer to the bars. “If you can spare the time.”
You threw your head back and laughed. “Unfortunately, I am quite occupied. I am quite taken in by the angle this rock is cut.”
His feet hesitated. Did you mean that in jest or was that a subtle way to tell him you did not wish to speak to him?
“What is it?” You stood up and approached him. “Certainly must be important if they have sent you down to us, Captain.”
“No one sent me, and I am not a captain.”
You arched an eyebrow at him. “Then why have you come?”
He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. Why did he wish to seek you out? It was almost as if something was drawing him towards you, tugging at his hands and pulling at his feet.
“I am curious as to why a human would follow a company of dwarves on their quest.”
“Adventure called for me, and I answered.” You shrugged. “It is no great mystery.”
“Adventure,” he murmured. When was the last time he ventured out of Mirkwood, if at all? Laketown perhaps, some couple hundred years ago. Dale maybe, before it was ruined. “How far have you come?”
“Rivendell. That is where I joined them.”
“Rivendell? Are you a friend of the elves there?” You nodded slowly. “Why have you not said? You would not be herer.”
You shrugged, eyes drifting away from him. “Elf friend or no, I have thrown my lot in with these dwarves, and so with them I shall stay. I will not abandon my friends to lounge in beautiful rooms while they suffer here.”
His chest tightened. Loyal, noble. Even when imprisoned. Your eyes grew sad and distant, the mirth he saw dancing in them vanishing at your own words. It would not do for you to sit forlorn in your cell.
“Tell me about your adventures.” Your eyes flicked back to him and your brows furrowed. Did you think it was some ploy to get information out of you? “I have not strayed from the borders of my land. I am eager to hear of what is out there.”
Your eyes brightened and you stepped closer, your fingers curling around the bars. “You have hardly left Mirkwood? But there is much of the world that is full of beauty and light and wonder. So much wonder.”
“What wonders have you seen?”
“The Eagles. Oh.” You sighed and rested your head against the bars. “The Great Eagles. They rescued us from the orcs and took us to Carrock. To fly is like nothing else, to sweep across the land and glide through the mountains. It was nothing like I had seen before: the clouds in between the mountain peaks, like soft white rivers, the rising sun spilling its rays across the jagged land.”
“Eagles? You have witnessed the Great Eagles?” He drew closer. What other surprises did you hold? “And they bore you and the dwarves on their backs? This is no small thing.”
You laughed again, bright and merry. “I suppose not, but I had not realised until now.”
He was about to ask you another question when a sound jolted him backwards. He glanced behind him at the stairs. Was that footsteps? Who else would be down here at this time?
“I must go,” he said, and tentatively wrapped his hand around the bars, just above yours. He could feel the soft brush of your skin, the warmth from your hand. “I will come back when I can.”
He hurried off towards the second set of stairs. He glanced behind, slowing on the final step, and found you still peering up at him through the bars. Perhaps tomorrow night he would have more time with you.
--
You curled an arm around your stomach, willing the nausea to stop. It had been a bad idea to use the stone again. Foolish to use the ancient magic for something as simple as finding out more about Legolas. You groaned and twisted to rest your sweaty forehead against the cool stone, your eyes fluttering shut. Legolas was a prince it seemed; the son of the king that held you and your friends captive. There was some fondness between him and the red-headed elf. Tauriel was her name, if you overheard correctly.
You thought of his eyes, curious as you mentioned Rivendell, and his voice, low and melodical. You brushed your thumb over the side of your hand where his had rested. Warm, soft. So much larger than your own. When was the last time someone had touched you tenderly? The Rivendell elves hardly initiated contact, and the dwarves were all hearty pats and rough nudges. Would he come visit you again? Fix those deep brown eyes on you and ask you more questions?
“Are you ill?” Your head snapped towards the door where Legolas peered at you through the bars. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to alarm you. It slips my mind how silent we elves are.”
“It is no matter.” You shifted where you sat, angling towards him. “You have come again.”
He glanced behind him, as though ensuring there was no one else to bear witness to the interaction. “May I sit?” You nodded and he sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him and resting his bow on his thighs. You traced the line of his limber legs up to his slender torso up to his graceful face.
You tugged at your muddied tunic and frayed trousers, and tried to run your fingers through your tangled hair.
“There is no need for that,” Legolas smiled at you. “Your state does little to mar your beauty.”
You blinked at him, flush rising to your cheeks. He thought you beautiful even in a palace full of elves? You pushed down the slight flutter in your chest and cleared your throat. “What do you wish to know?”
His lips curled up into a soft smile. “Anything you wish to tell, I would like to hear it all.”
You felt your flush deepen at his admission and you forced yourself to hold his gaze. Your thoughts drifted towards Rivendell. “Lord Elrond was the one who gifted me my bow.”
“Yes I…” His eyes darted away for a moment. “I have been admiring it. The craftsmanship is very different to ours, though no less elegant.”
You reached out towards his bow. “May I have a look?”
He nudged the bow closer to you. You ran your fingers over the carved wood, brushing over the dense leaves and twining vines. You felt a pang in your chest and you withdrew your hand. It had been so very long since you held your bow or gripped the hilt of your dagger.
“In Rivendell, the forge is upon one of the mountain’s rocks. Waterfalls rush beside it, flowing down through to the green oaks and silver beeches in the valley.” You sighed and your eyes drifted away from him.
“Great waterfalls rush through Rivendell, springing from rock and flowing through the small city. The air is fresh and cool, and filled with the scent of pine. The stone is white and weathered, and it looks as though it was carved out from the mountain itself.
“The nights are filled with the rustle of trees and soft singing, the days filled with poetry in sunlight, or walks through the forest. The whole place is nestled in the mountains, swathed by trees and mist, so cocooned from the outside world. It is as if it exists in a dream. A distant dream shrouded in cloud.
“My room faces east. It would catch the rising sun, and my waking was bathed in gold.” You looked down at your hands, tracing the lines of dirt in your palm, and murmured, “I dearly miss the sunrise.”
Legolas reached out and placed his hand in yours. Unmarked, unmuddied. His fingers curled around yours, tightening in a squeeze, and your heart lurched in your chest. What did he mean by holding your hand?
“I will speak to my father and find a way to have you removed from this place. If you were such a friend to Lord Elrond that you had a room in his dwelling, my father will be compelled to extend our friendship to you.”
You ripped your hand from his. How could you leave your companions?
“Legolas, I —”
“Go, child,” Balin croaked from the cell next to you. “The elf speaks reason.”
Perhaps Balin was right; being free to walk the halls might give you a chance to send a message out to Gandalf or someone else. But what of the vision the stone gave you? Of barrels and water, of everyone’s freedom?
“Please give me some time to think it over.” You looked into his eyes and he nodded.
“I will go now if you wish to think it over, though I am not needed for an hour yet.” He shifted where he sat, as though preparing to leave.
“Stay,” you said. “I have given you some stories, I would like to hear one of yours.”
He chuckled and the sound lifted your heart. “I am not sure I have anything that can rival that of Great Eagles. But I can tell you more of Mirkwood if you wish. It was not always so dark and twisted.” You nodded and he continued. “It used to be lush and green. The trees grew tall and thick, leaves dancing with the wind, and the moss was soft and damp, like a never ending carpet across the wood.
“The forest was full of wondrous things: birds that flew from tree to tree, colourful butterflies that weaved through the flowers, deer danced over the roots and badgers burrowed under them.”
You asked him more questions and watched as light filled his eyes as he spoke. So different to the cold and stern Legolas that you first witnessed in the forest. He seemed almost childlike, speaking so openly about his home, eager to answer your questions about it. Warmth settled in your stomach when he smiled at you, and you found yourself grinning back.
Before long he was called away and he swept soundlessly from the dungeon, taking one last lingering look at you before he ascended into the shadows. You sat back and sighed.
“Balin, do you truly think it is wise for me to leave?”
“Thorin has thrown out any chance we have. I do not think Kili’s strange and fragile connection with that other elf will do us good, and Bilbo… ”
“There might still be a chance.”
“This is our chance, child.”
“Balin, my stone, I saw —”
“Hush! Do not speak of what that stone has revealed to you. Whatever you witnessed, we may not know when it will come to pass. Wait a few days if you must, but do not tarry so long you lose the favour of the king’s son.”
What would be the best course of action? To wait or to follow where Legolas led? You wrapped your hands around the bars, and stared up at the stairs, thinking of his soft brown eyes.
What would happen if you went with him? A chance of rescue for the dwarves yes, but also something else. You could reach out to him and cross the small distance separating the both of you. You could speak to him for longer, have the freedom to meet him as an equal instead of being separated by metal bars.
A chance at friendship, and perhaps, the smallest of hopes for something more.
--
Legolas felt laughter welling in his chest and he pursed his lips. Your eyes were bright and playful, and your cheeks were flushed. He was listening to your story about how you bested a naive archer in a competition.
“It’s true!” You chuckled. “His expression when I shot my arrow through his was worth all the belittling he gave me. Foolish man, I certainly put him in his place that day.”
He leaned against the cool stone wall, angling his head so he had a clear view of you through the bars. Two weeks in a cell, and your spirit was still unbroken; he hoped it would remain that way. Despite Thranduil’s reluctant acceptance to extend his friendship to you, you had decided to remain with the dwarves. He had gone to visit you nearly every night since and he would listen as you told him stories of your adventures.
“No one else tried to challenge me after that.” You grinned at him. “I wager that I could best you in a shooting competition.”
His stomach fluttered, picturing what you said. He would take you deep into the Mirkwood forest to one of the sunny clearings he had found on his patrols. In the dappled light you would walk next to him, your shoulders brushing his, your words just for his ears. He could challenge you to shoot an apple from a tree, or spear a pinecone placed on a rock. He could watch you as you moved, trace his eyes over your form, admiring.
“Perhaps one day,” he said lightly. “If you ever change your mind.”
You hummed and reached up to clasp your necklace. It was a curious thing, ancient and unnerving. You seemed reluctant to speak about it, and whenever he brought it up you would turn sad and wistful.
“What about you?” You smiled at him. “Do you have anything amusing to share with me?”
Amusing? Elves were not known for being overly playful, though he and Tauriel had got up to some mischief in their younger days. Things had been brighter then, when Mirkwood was Greenwood, and life was full and light. Before the loss of his mother, before Thranduil grew cold and distant.
“Tauriel and I once built a small talan in the trees, a hideout of sorts. We had scavenged fallen branches and twigs, and hid it with leaves. We would sneak out there, avoiding our duties and gossiping about the elders.”
Your eyes widened, jaw growing slack. “Did your father ever find out?”
“I think he suspected, though I am uncertain if he ever deemed it important enough for him to search for it.” He chuckled. “I wonder if it is still there now. Would you like to see it? If it still exists.”
Your lips quirked up in a teasing smile. “Perhaps one day, if I ever change my mind.”
Warmth bloomed in his chest and he felt blood rush to the tips of his ears. What were these strange reactions? It was only a conversation, a playful promise of something that would not come to pass. He simply found you interesting, your stories were riveting and you were a spot of levity in the heavy atmosphere of the palace. Nothing more, nothing more.
“Where would you go if you could leave?” You asked.
“Lorien. It is another elven kingdom I have heard much of, and it is not too far of a journey from our borders. It is shrouded in mystery and many who enter the forest to seek to find it do not return.” He sighed. “I doubt I shall ever look upon it.” You threw your head back and laughed. What did you find so amusing?
“You elves and your hidden kingdoms. It is no wonder so many have misconceptions about your people. You hardly allow anyone in to even attempt to understand you.”
The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them. “You do.” You blinked at him. “It seems to me that you have always tried to understand others. It is a characteristic not present in many.”
“I…Thank you,” you muttered, and he felt his ears redden again.
“My apologies, but I must take my leave. My father is expecting me soon.” He leaned in close to the door and whispered, “Tomorrow is Mereth Nuin Giliath. I will not be able to leave the celebration to come down here.”
“Go.” You smiled. “Celebrate your stars, I will not be going anywhere soon.”
He took in your face, the swell of your cheek, the curve of your lips. It would just be one night without seeing you. He took a breath and nodded. It was only one night.
--
You gripped onto the edge of the barrel, the wood cutting into your palm. Water surged around you, tossing the barrel and filling your mouth. You spluttered and twisted, watching as Legolas ran alongside the river and picked off the orcs.
Time had run out. For you, for him. The stolen moments in the dungeon, the passing touches, the shared laughter. It was washed away with everything else, swept up and carried off with the current.
Whatever tentative thread that tied you to him had snapped. There was nothing more to do but to look forward, to finish the task that Gandalf had entrusted you with. Sauron’s power was growing; there were more important things to be done.
Time had run out.
--
“What about Tauriel?”
Legolas froze and his heart lurched in his chest. “What about her?”
“She went into the forest armed with her bow and her blade.” Legolas turned and strode towards the doors. “She has not returned.”
He stared out at the path leading out into the tangled wood. What was she thinking? To defy orders and her king? Was it for the dwarf she had a fondness for, or was there something more she had in mind? The pack of orcs were tracking the dwarves, which meant they would most likely end up attacking Laketown. The people there were not well armed, well defended.
They would be overrun by orcs.
“My lord? We must close the gates.” The guards shuffled beside him.
He thought of the last time he saw you, you were bobbing in your barrel, shouting for Kili. His chest tightened. Were you gone from him forever? Lost to the neverending call of adventure that seemed to beckon you? He looked down at his hand, running his thumb along the pads of his fingers. Fingers that had curled around yours, that had felt the brush of your skin.
And what of the way he felt with you? The ease, the warmth. Tender feelings of friendship, or something more?
“Wait,” He said, and turned back. “I will go find her, but let me first arm myself.”
“But your father —”
“He cannot stop me. You may close the gate behind me when I leave.”
He would go after the orcs, go after Tauriel.
Go after you.
--
“The lake,” you said and looked at Tauriel. She was bundling the children in scarves. “I will go ahead and find a boat.” She nodded at you and ushered the dwarves towards the door.
You rushed down the steps and your eyes darted between the boats moored to the side of the canal. They were all barely more than flimsy dinghies. You cursed and hurried down the path, searching for something that would hold everyone.
“Here,” you called, beckoning at the dwarves at the foot of the stairs. “Hurry!”
You stepped in after Tauriel, gazing up at the dark shadow that swept above you. Would there be any hope against such a beast?
“Legolas,” Tauriel murmured as the boat pushed off the side of the canal and your head snapped to hers.
Your heart lurched in your chest. “Where did he go?”
“He went after the orcs.” Her eyes were hard. “I do not know if he is still in the town.”
Smaug roared overhead and flames blew from its mouth. The fire raged around you, searing wood and blackening brick. Screams and cries echoed in the chaos, parents searching for children, lovers calling for each other. The bell tolled, loud and hollow, ominous amidst the smoke and ash.
Legolas had gone off to hunt the orcs by himself with a dragon on the loose? He was a good warrior, you knew that, but even the greatest of warriors had their limits. Was he somewhere, trapped by fire or cornered by multiple swords and arrows?
You shifted to get out of the boat but a firm hand on your shoulder stopped you. Tauriel’s eyes were soft but her lips were set in a grim line. “No. Legolas will be fine.”
“But —”
“I do not know what you are to him exactly. But I do know he will not forgive me if you do not make it out of this alive.”
You opened your mouth to protest but a great roar cut you off and Smaug let out another stream of fire. You gripped the edges of the boat, your knuckles blanching white and your teeth clenched. Even if you wanted to help him there would be no way of knowing where he was.
You thought of his voice, soft and gentle. The feeling of your hands in his larger ones, safe and warm. Would you ever see his eyes light up again? Hear his stories about the forest he loved so dearly?
Would you ever get a chance to press your lips to his, to inhale his scent of wood and moss that was always just out of reach?
Your lungs burned with smoke and your eyes watered in the heat. Kili was coughing beside you and Fili thumped on his brother’s back. A beam cracked above and embers rained down on you.
You gripped your pendant in your hand and forced the words from your dry lips. “Abraza batan, nakkha ne.”
The world spun and darkened. Fire and smoke. The ringing of a bell. An arrow, black as night and as large as a spear. The twang of a bow. The roar of the dragon, its body twisting in the air, falling towards the lake. A cold dawn on even colder shores.
“Bain!”
You turned to see the young boy hanging on to the low crane hook. He jumped off it and scrambled down the dock.
“Let him go,” you said, clutching your churning stomach and looking between his wide-eyed sisters and the dwarves. “There is hope yet. Let him go.”
Tauriel’s eyes darted down to your necklace where it still glowed hot on your chest. “That is no mere piece of jewellery.”
“No.” Your eyes drifted up to the sky, searching for Smaug. “But now is not the time for such things.”
She turned back to the front of the boat. “No. But should we make it out of this alive, we shall have words.”
--
Legolas scanned the scene in front of him. Debris washed up on the shore, bodies bloodied and bent among the wreckage, mothers screaming, children crying. Laketown was a blackened,smouldering mess in the distance. Where were you? Tauriel? Did you make it out alive, or did you lie cold and still in the charred ruins? His chest tightened at the thought and he turned away from the sight.
He thought of your amused smirks and melodic laugh, of your hands, delicate but strong in his. There would be no bars separating the two of you anymore. Would you come back with him if he asked? To walk the hidden paths of Mirkwood, to sit with him under the stars.
His eyes drifted towards Erebor. With Smaug dead and the Lonely Mountain reclaimed, there were things to be done. The events of the previous night were but the beginnings of something larger, more deadly. He could feel it in the air, the tension nearly as thick as the smog.
He swallowed. It was not the time for tentative friendships. Not the time to spare a thought for anything more tender than friendship.
His eyes darted between the mass of people and caught sight of Tauriel, the back of her auburn hair and green robes bright amongst the grey. She was talking to Kili, and you were standing a few paces behind her.
His heart stuttered at the sight of you. Even with your hair tinged grey with ash and your tunic ripped and water stained, you looked radiant in the cold morning light. You stood with your back straight and shoulders squared, steady and unfaltering even after such a calamity. He traced the line of your nose down to your lips and lingered on them.
As though sensing his eyes, you turned. His breath caught in his throat.
No, there really was not another more beautiful than you.
--
“Legolas,” you whispered, jaw growing slack at the sight of him.
He stood on a low ridge, his deep brown eyes fixed on yours. His face was unmarked and unmuddied, his hair smooth and shiny. Laughter burst from your lips. Even after single handedly tracking orcs he was as unruffled as he was walking around in the palace. His bow was slung over his shoulder and in his hand was another. You frowned. Why would he be carrying two bows?
You walked towards him, gravel crunching underfoot, your eyes never leaving his. The sun emerged from the clouds, and for a moment, he was cast in gold. Gold, like the early morning sunrises in Rivendell.
“This is for you,” he said, holding out the bow.
You looked down at it, tracing the intertwined carvings, your eyes resting on a familiar chip on the one side. “My bow.”
“I thought you might need it.” His voice was soft and tender.
“There is something coming, is there not? I can feel it in the air.” You took your bow, caressing the wood. “Erebor has been reclaimed. I fear there may be others who will wish to take it for themselves for the treasure that it holds.”
“I fear the same,” he muttered. “My father…” He shook his head. “Will you return with me and Tauriel? Your errand with the dwarves is finished, the dragon is slain and their home returned. You do not have to go with them anymore.”
“Legolas…” You glanced behind you at the dwarves piling into the boat. Kili was holding Tauriel’s hand. It was true that your promise to Gandalf to see the dragon killed was fulfilled. But what of the dwarves? How could you leave them to their halls of bones and dust? If what you feared was true, they would need your aid.
You looked up at him, fingers curling around the wood of your bow. “I cannot go with you.”
You turned to leave, but his hand closed around your wrist. “We could go back to Mirkwood, watch the sun rise from the tops of the trees.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I would not be parted from you, not while there is still so much left unsaid between us.”
You glanced down at his hand on yours then turned back to face him. His grip loosened and you took his hand between both of yours. “Then do not leave it unsaid.”
He swallowed and his jaw worked. “I… Care for you a great deal. It would pain me to lose you. There is war on the horizon. We can protect you from what is coming.”
You reached up and cupped his cheek. He was warm, so very warm. “I can protect myself.” He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “Legolas, I promise this will not be the last time we see each other.”
“Then let us have this moment a little longer.”
He tugged you closer, his arms circling your waist. Your hand rested on his chest, the other caressed the line of his cheekbone. He brought his forehead to yours, and for a few precious seconds, he was the only thing that filled your world. He smelled like the forest, of wood and water, fresh and clean. His body was hot against yours, his arms fighting the chill of the morning. You could feel his breath on your cheek, the rise and fall of his chest under your hand. He was here, close, real. Your fingers curled into his tunic and his hand came to rest at the base of your neck. You focused on the soft pressure of his arms, the smoothness of his skin.
Legolas. Yours, for a moment.
“Oi, we have to go!”
Your eyes snapped open into Legolas’s. His voice was no more than a whisper. “Go then, meleth nin. We will have our time soon.”
“I will come find you,” you promised, drawing back. “Stay alive for me Legolas.”
“Do not risk yourself unnecessarily.” He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. “Mirkwood awaits your return.”
You shuffled backwards, glancing at the dwarves in the boat. Kili’s gaze was still fixed on Tauriel as he took up an oar. “And the rest of Middle-Earth awaits you. When this is over, let us leave together. There is much of the world I wish to show you.”
His lips quirked up in a smile and you grinned back. You took one last look at him, burning the image of him standing in the morning light into your mind. You paused by Tauriel, squeezing her hand in comfort, before wading out into the shallows after the dwarves. They hauled you onto the boat and thrust an oar into your hand. When you looked back, Legolas and Tauriel were already halfway up the beach, running towards the forest.
Kili sniffed beside you, his eyes red-rimmed, and you laid a hand on his shoulder. “Do not fret, my friend. There will be time.”
You looked out at Erebor, gilded by the morning sun, and smiled. Yes, there would be time.
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Thranduil x fem!human!reader
Requested: @the-colonialtemplars
Summary: “I would like the human was part of the company of Bilbo and the Dwarves and that when Thranduil first her he begins to take a strange interest in her”
Authors Note: I am so sorry for taking forever with this 😓 Life was kinda hectic so I didn’t get the chance to write for a hot minute. I hope you enjoy it!
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When you had been asked to join the company of Thorin Oakenshield, you didn’t have getting lost in Mirkwood and captured by the Elvenkings guards in mind. You were a human, and a very talented swords-woman at that. Your skills were known to many, including Gandalf, who had been the one to propose you join the quest to reclaim Erebor. Now, you were being escorted through the halls of the Elvenking.
The kingdom had been carved from wood and stone. It was so different and yet more beautiful than anything you had ever seen. As you were escorted by guards, all you could do was look in awe at the extraordinary view.
The guards stopped you in front of the throne. You brought your eyes to the figure of the Elvenking when the captain addressed him.
“What shall we do with them, My King?” His icy blue eyes slowly passed over the company and lingered on you. You gulped. You had thought the kingdom was beautiful, but now all of your attention was directed towards the king. He looked ethereal seated upon his throne; as if he had been carved from the finest and purest of stone.
“Take them to the dungeons. Leave Oakenshield with me,” he commanded. As he spoke, you made eye contact with each other. You could feel the goosebumps raising across your skin. All you could think of while you were being shoved into your cell were his eyes. The king-Thranduil they called him-had a cold and harsh demeanor, yet looked somewhat...lonely? You couldn’t place it exactly. You shook your head. The last thing you needed was to feel sympathy for the person holding you prisoner.
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When Thorin returned from his audience with the king, everyone jumped to their feet and began asking what had happened. Before you could hear his response, a guard opened your cell and grabbed your arm.
“Your turn,” was all they said. As you were led back to the throne room, the dwarves shouts of outrage at your being taken away echoed through the long hall.
Standing before the king, you had never felt smaller. It felt as though he could see right through you.
“May I ask why you wanted to see me?” You inquired first. Thranduils expression shifted to one of amusement. A human, in his own court, addressing him without first being acknowledged and without using his title? This should be interesting.
“My audience with Thorin Oakenshield did not go quite as planned.” He began descending from his throne. “I was hoping to have a discussion with someone that would perhaps be more reasonable.” Thranduil was now slowly circling you.
“I am not the leader of this quest. Decisions are not mine to make.” You responded. The king obviously knew of the stubbornness of dwarves. If he thought you could convince Thorin, that would be near impossible.
“All I ask is for you to consider my offer,” Thranduil whispered into your ear. He was behind you now and you hadn’t realized how close he was to you. You felt the hairs rise on the back of your neck. Something about the Elvenking put you completely on edge.
“Alright. I shall consider it,” you replied. “But, I make no promise to fulfill or agree to anything.” Thranduil smirked at your response. Interesting indeed...
“I understand that if you do succeed in reclaiming Erebor each of you will be given a share of the treasure.” He continued walking until he was in front of you. “There is something very precious to me among the gold of the mountain.”
“Oh?”
“Jewels, made of pure starlight. If you should find them, I hope you could return them to me.”
“Return?” You asked. You knew of the bad blood between the elves and dwarves, but Thranduil’s choice of words piqued your curiosity.
“Yes,” he paused. “They belonged to my late wife, and Thorin Oakenshield has refused to give them to me.” Oh. Suddenly, you understood the lonely Elvenking. Your knowledge of elves was limited, but you knew when they fell in love, they fell hard. It was rare for them to ever marry more than once. In fact, it was rumored that they could only fall in love once.
“I see,” You said. You felt sorrow for Thranduil. The dwarves were stubborn, but they could at least give him what belonged to his former queen. “If the opportunity should arrive, I’ll see what I can do.”
Thranduil nodded to his guards signaling that you were done. They took you away, this time more gently than before. Once you were gone, he returned to his throne and thought. You seemed different from most humans he had met. You weren’t troubled with impressing him or seeming like you were something you were not. You ignited something he had not felt in a long time. That couldn’t be though, could it? Only time would tell. After all. He was patient. He could wait.
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The Battle of the Five Armies was over. You sat upon the broken ramparts, and mulled over recent events. Thorin and his dragon sickness. Sneaking out of the mountain with Bilbo to give the Arkenstone to Thranduil. After everything the company had been through, Thorin, Fili, and Kili were dead. Thorin’s cousin, Dain, would now be King under the Mountain. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone sitting down beside you.
“And what about you? Where will you go now that the quest is over?” Thranduil. The battle weighed heavily on him as well. He had lost many of his people and now his son, Prince Legolas, was leaving.
“I’ll do what I always do,” you replied. “Journey from one town to the next. Find a new job or adventure to partake in.” You turned to the king. “I apologize for not finding your jewels. I know they-they meant a lot to you.”
“No,” he said. “I’ve come to realize that there are far more important things to treasure.”
“Oh? Care to enlighten me?”
“Love,” he said quietly. “Not becoming so caught up in a memory that you neglect those that are still here.” You sat in silence for a few moments.
“I’m sorry about your wife,” you said. “I know she must have meant a great deal to you.”
Thranduil gave a sad smile. “Yes.” He looked into your eyes. Light blue staring into (e/c). “Though I think my time of mourning is over.” He stood up. “Tell me, how would you feel if I offered you a place at Mirkwood?” This was a surprise, and a pleasant one at that. Being offered a place among the elves was an honor.
“I-well-of course I would accept.” You finally managed to say. It wasn’t as though you had anywhere else to go. The dwarves offered you stay at Erebor, but some were still angered over your and Bilbos ‘betrayal’. You would much rather let that tension cool before staying with them.
Thranduil was pleased with your response. He slowly extended a hand to you. “Come then. We shall depart in the next hour or so.” You placed your hand in his and he pulled you up. You stumbled slightly into him. You again made eye contact. There you stood, his hand in yours, too close for what was considered appropriate. Becoming flustered at your proximity to him.
“Forgive me. I must go pack my things,” you said before leaving. Thranduil watched as you hurried away. Interesting indeed...
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Thorin x Siren!Reader: Sink or Swim
(Author’s Note: Soooo, I was conflicted about writing a non-human reader, but here we are! Just so you know, the reader isn’t necessarily a “siren,” like the type to drown sailors: she is more like a regular mermaid.
Anyways, hope you enjoy! Thank you for being so patient while I take forever to publish new fics! I’ve had a lot going on, and I appreciate the support!)
Thranduil was suddenly very quiet, blue eyes flickering from Thorin to you. You withdrew, hugging your torso as if you could hide. The Company leader beside you noticed your fear and stepped forward in an attempt to shield you from the blonde elf’s probing gaze.
The Company were now prisoners of the Mirkwood realm after wandering the mysterious forest for some time and having a gruesome encounter with giant spiders. You had fortunately been rescued by the Mirkwood guard only to unfortunately be captured and brought to the halls of Thranduil.
Thorin had been summoned to speak with Thranduil himself, and for some reason you were dragged along with him. Now you stood before the Mirkwood ruler with Thorin seeking to protect you and your identity.
“Please,” Thranduil scoffed. His robes trailed elegantly behind him as he took strides across the floor. “Do not think you can hide from me, Siren. Elf eyes see things that many others cannot.”
Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest. With one look, he knew who you were. You had never encountered Mirkwood dwellers before, and you had no idea they had such good eyesight
The question was: what would he do with this knowledge?
As was your fear during the entirety of the journey so far, you wondered if he might keep you prisoner. Sirens were sought after for the treasure that was inlaid in their scales. It wasn’t uncommon for these gemstones and pieces of gold to drop off for a fortunate individual to find in shallow waters; however, if someone had the skill and means to capture a siren, they’d end up very wealthy. Not to mention sirens in general were rarely found, but when they were, they’d sometimes be kept by the extremely wealthy for entertainment. What if you were separated from the Company and kept here?
“Fear not,” Thranduil halted your spiraling train of thought. “I have no use for you. I do not seek the riches of the seas.” He looked at Thorin. “You seek the Arkenstone, that which would bestow upon you the right to rule. There are gems in the mountain that I too desire…white gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help.”
Thorin raised a brow. “I am listening.”
Thranduil tipped his head to the side, eyes fixed on the Company leader. You could see the rigidity of their rivalry that had built up over generations. “I will let you go if you but return what is mine.”
Even with the situation at hand, you felt a minnow-sized dash of hope. Thranduil didn’t seem cruel, just eccentric. It was clear that he simply wanted to cut a deal and be done with things. Perhaps the situation would work out after all.
“A favor for a favor,” Thorin mused, turning his back to Thranduil.
That bit of hope you felt earlier diminished like the setting sun behind the sea line. The Company leader had a strange expression, and you got a funny feeling he would refuse the deal even at the cost of the journey. He hadn’t been very fond of Rivendell, and the inhabitants there were very kind and generous. Something told you he wouldn’t take too kindly to being bribed by this fellow.
Your heart sunk as Thorin turned down Thranduil’s offer. The willowy ruler maintained a cold stare at the Company leader before giving the order to have him thrown in the dungeon with the others. You were to be put in a cell alone.
Despite Thorin’s stubbornness, his eyes softened when he saw the fear flashing in your eyes for a brief moment. He knew very well why you feared being captured and contained, since you had told him in confidence a while back. You tucked away the feeling, and a bitterness took its place. Bitterness that Thorin could not be rid of his pride even in a situation like this. Not only did you feel he was betraying you, but he was jeopardizing the mission he claimed to care so much for.
As you were being pulled away, Thorin bellowed your name.
You paced in the narrow cell, arms folded. Your only comfort was the occasional, echoing hollers of the rest of your Company somewhere else in the dungeon.
Your feet ached. It was so dry here. How you longed to swim in the deep again!
This journey only seemed to cause you pain. From the beginning, you were chosen to leave your home and accompany the group to reclaim Erebor.
You did it for your people.
Long ago, sirens and dwarves were distant trading partners. A fraction of treasure that the dragon Smaug so greedily guarded was indeed siren jewels and goods. When Erebor was taken from its rightful people, it was a financial blow to the sirens who dealt in land-goods.
Upon hearing of the opportunity to restore Erebor and resume trade, the leader of your world called on very few that he trusted to join the Company on this expedition. The others refused to travel on land for so long. Only you were willing to go to such lengths. Even so, you weren’t entirely enthusiastic about it. It was a job, a duty.
So, here you were many months later, locked in a cell, so close and yet so far away from the nearest body of water surrounding what they call “Lake-Town.”
Oh. Also... As if things weren’t complicated enough, you had fallen for a certain Company leader, too.
Which also brought more heartache when he was the reason for you being locked in this cell.
Sirens used to be a romantic bunch. It wasn’t entirely surprising for them to forge bonds with land-dwellers. It was curious, but not unheard of, since they have a history of being fascinated with the world above. Nonetheless, as times grew darker on land, it became less common for such things to occur. They hid from all but dwarves, and even then contact was limited.
It made you feel silly. Every time your heart skipped a beat, you felt silly. Every time his voice gave you comfort, or you sought to comfort him in return.
Hours passed. At one point, you had curled up on the splintery bench for a nap. At least you could enjoy the sound of the waterfall. Your eyelids shot open when someone whispered your name.
“Bilbo?” You mumbled. “Is that you?”
“Shh,” he hushed. “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Keys jingled, and the door popped open. You emerged from the cell and wrapped your arms around the little hobbit. “Thank you, Bilbo.”
He glanced up at you, cheeks red and eyebrows raised. “You’re very welcome. Now let’s go. There’s not much time.”
Thorin was waiting off to the side, and as soon as Bilbo scurried to lead the others out of the dungeon, he was in front of you. “_________,” he said, gazing deeply into your eyes, his own filled with regret. “I am sorry.”
You knew what he meant, and while you appreciated the gesture, now was not the time.
“It’s alright, I forgive you,” you replied. “But let’s discuss this later.”
He nodded and turned to follow the others out. Inwardly, you were pleased that he paused even for a moment to acknowledge his prideful mistake. You hurried after the group, tired.
The rest was a bit of a blur. Before you knew it, you were hiding in a barrel with the others arguing and complaining in their respective barrels around you. Bilbo had led you all there, and Thorin insisted that you trust the hobbit.
You already did, but the others still needed convincing from time to time. They tended to underestimate him.
Suddenly, the barrel was rolling.
And then you were plunged into freezing water.
Once you had recovered, you were able to comprehend the relief you felt at being in the water again. The transformation happened so quickly. Soon, you glanced down and saw the familiar glistening of (favorite color) scales and the sparkling treasure that was inlaid. You gave a powerful kick and swam out of the barrel into the strong current of the river. The current was no match for your experience in the water. You were able to pause and glance up at your friends being thrown around in barrels on the surface. The poor dears.
You glided forward, looking ahead to see the river gate closing. Someone must have sounded an alarm above signaling the prisoners’ escape. The others were scooped up against the gate in their barrels, but it looked like Kili was making an attempt to pull the lever to open it.
Through the surface, you saw him get shot by an arrow.
An orc arrow.
As if escaping from Thranduil’s prison wasn’t difficult enough…
It was time for the others to see what you could do. You’d told them stories, but now they could see what you were talking about.
Breaking through the water’s surface, you looked to Thorin.
“Cover your ears!” you yelled.
He nodded and barked the order to the others.
You went underwater to gain momentum as you swam up again. Mid-air, you reached deep into your chest and let out a screech-soong. It was a way to ward off predators in the ocean, and you were told it could do some serious damage to land-dwellers who heard it.
Some orcs fell over, ears literally bleeding. The stronger ones (or perhaps they simply had bad hearing) remained standing but were knocked back by the sound. It had halted them long enough for the Company to regain control of the battle. A few of your friends had stolen orc weapons and were using them against the enemy.
You ducked underwater as a few arrows whizzed by. Your move made you a target.
Fortunately, the Company came to your aid. Thorin cut the orcs down swiftly, glancing at you to ensure you were safe. Fili and Kili also pitched in, throwing you a barrel to use as a shield of sorts. After using it to block some arrows and a sword attack, you continued to put it to good use. You launched it from the water to hit a group of orcs, knocking them down.
Bofur nodded, impressed. “Very nice!”
“Thank you!” you nodded back. With a wave of your hand, water shot from the river and knocked down another orc that was ready to throw a blade at Thorin. You were intrigued when you saw the she-elf with the long, red hair aiding the Company. The one who you recognized to be Thranduil’s son also joined in the effort.
The number of orcs dwindled as the river’s current carried the Company farther away from Mirkwood. It was easier for you to swim at this point, but without a current, the orcs would catch up to the others.
Thorin ordered that all head to the shore, and you sighed. How wonderful. More land.
You floated into the shallows reluctantly, closing your eyes to enjoy the feel of the cold water for just a moment longer. When they opened, you saw two boots on the shore in front of you. Thorin knelt down, eyes soft, as he reached forward with his hand. In the past, when anyone reached toward you in the water, your fight or flight instincts kicked in. But for some reason, you remained still. It was most likely because you finally had grown to trust Thorin immensely.
His movement was careful as he reached into the water beside you. When his hand returned, it was grasping something. He relaxed his fist to reveal a piece of gold resting on the palm. His beautiful blue eyes that reminded you of the sea stared at you in wonder.
“Does it cause you pain?” The question was asked so gently, like one far younger than he was.
“When the treasure falls?” you clarified. “No, I don’t notice. It only hurts if it’s taken off forcefully.”
Thorin nodded, thinking this over as he presented the gold to you.
You shook your head. “Keep it. I have nowhere to keep it anymore.”
While he hesitated, you pulled yourself up to the shore and focused on returning to your land form. Your pants had been torn down the middle in the transformation, so now you were left with something that resembled a tattered skirt.
“Here ya go, lassie,” Bofur spoke up beside you, tossing a new pair of pants. They were soaked, like the rest of the leftover supplies, but they weren’t ripped at least.
“Thank you,” you chuckled. A warm hand wrapped around one of yours, pulling you to your feet with ease. Thorin’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before you finally convinced yourself to break away to change into the new clothes.
What a journey this was.
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Dildo Gaggins
Thorin x reader
Warning: periods
Summary: being apart of the company , and forcing them to stop, but not telling them why.
Word count:2085
You had joined the company due to Gandalf pretty much forcing you to, you parents were kidnapped by orcs when you was a preteen. So not very long ago , being only 18, you had lived on the road eating berries and such. That was until Gandalf had found you and raised you, he was like your adopted father.
You were guilty for wanting revenge on all orcs, they had taken your childhood away from you by slaying your parents. You weren’t going to let that go easily.Anyways you joined the company , Thorin was livid by the idea of a women human no less joining his company. Gandalf pretty much told him to fuck off, and that you were coming along know what matter what he said.
Anyways once you met Bilbo you were quick to befriend him, comforting him by cleaning that wooden thing kili wipes his boots on. Getting the mud out the rugs and such he was very much grateful for your help.
You had been on your hands knees scrubbing at the rug , which one of the dwarves had spilled wine on it. You had a bowl of water and a rag with soap , you had been working at this stain no longer before someone had shouted a comment at you.
“Miss y/n , you should get on your hands an knees more often..” you had looked up to see one of thorins nephews , kili starring down at your arse. You scoffed at him , pulling your long button up shirt over your behind. Fili along with some other dwarves such as bofur had laughed. Unknowingly to you Thorin had eyes your butt too, but sent angry looks to his nephew, for speaking to a women in such a way.
“My daughter isn’t some toy, Prince Kili, next time you will be a worm, Mark my words.” Gandalf has shouted pulling him by the ear away from you.
“She’s your daughter ,mister gandalf?” Balin , Dwalins older brother had questioned, once Gandalf had let go of kilis ear. You now sat up onto your calves , the rag on your thigh. “No, he has raised me since I was 11, my parents were kidnapped, by orcs probably eaten.” You spoke calmly, Balin felt guilty for bringing it up, other looked at you with sincere faces.
“Gandalf might aswell be my father.” You spoke smiling up at Gandalf who did the same, you stood up bringing the bowl and rag to the kitchen. Bilbo had followed you as you poured the water away. He looked at you curiously ,”so you are going with this company?” He had questioned you , eyeing you for a response.
“Even if I didn’t want to go, I would be stuck at home and b e bored to death. An adventure sounds great actually doing something significant in middle earth.” You spoke with meaning, you didn’t want to be a nobody and you would get to meet elves and other humans. Maybe you could meet someone.
The little hobbit smiled up you “you have a kind heart Miss y/n “
“Just y/n. I think we are going to be good friends mister baggins.”
“Me too..y/n.” You leans down and ruffled the hobbits hair , playfully.
That was a months ago now, you now and the rest of the company except Gandalf who left at the edge of Mirkwood, were deep in Mirkwood forest. You were walking along side Bilbo , you suspected that you lot would get lost. You were feeling great until a huge cramp hurt you like the waves of the ocean. You groaned clutching your stomach for a second, losing your breath slightly. Bilbo looks up at you in concern ,”are you okay y/n?” He questioned you , before you could speak you felt liquid in your pants. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back.” You speak quickly , running towards Thorin who led the group.
Thorin had gained trust for Bilbo , apologised for in judging him, he still didn’t like that you were apart of the company. sometimes he would get mad when you accidentally did something, yet when they had been captured by the trolls he’s had made sure they had not got a hold of you, knowing they were vile and would do horrible things to you.
Thorin heard you approach him , turning his face slightly to look at you , then turning back to ahead of him in seconds.
You walked with him , until you catches your breath from running, “Thorin please can we stop , not even for two minutes it’s an emergency.” You pleaded , “we will stop once we are out of this place.” You knew he wouldn’t listen , there was no point even trying. You scoffed “fine.” you spoke angerily , before running ahead and going deep into the forest so no one could see you.
Unknowingly to you Thorin had made the company fasten their pace with him , to catch up, Bilbo angrily shouted at Thorin , whole kili and Fili asked where you had gone. Thorin had told the company to stay there while he went into off the path looking for you. At this point you were strapping bunches of cotton to yourself, to stop you bleeding through your pants. You were pulling up your pants when Thorin had found you.
You had gasped when you had seen Thorin , him in shock to see you pulling your trousers up from your knees. “Why did you follow me?” You spoke angrily , walking past him , leafs crunching under your feet as you watched back to path.
He stomped after you,” you cannot just run off like that to urinate .” He shouted towards you, you turned to him shoving him backwards. “I wasn’t going to the bathroom, it’s none of your business.” He scoffed at you “it is my business , when I am supposed to protect you , and I can’t do that when I can’t see you .” His eyes shining slightly , yet still harsh.
“I’m sorry I just didn’t want to bleed through my pants infront of 13 dwarves.” His eyes softened at your words , before you know it he has embraced you into a hug , you wrap your arms around his waist , as his arms around your shoulders. “W-what ar-“ before you can even finish question, you and Thorin are attacked by spiders. Thorin tried to fight them off but before you know it you are wrapped into cocoon with Thorin.
Now Thorins arms are around your waist while your hands against his chest. Heavy breathing waiting for death, that was until the cocoon landed on the ground. Allowing Thorin to rip it open, for you to jump up avoiding the pain in your stomach, lending a hand for Thorin. You heard that men didn’t really know of periods ,you figured that Thorin must of dealt with his sister when she had them.
Once you were able to take in your surroundings, you see the other dwarves getting out of cocoons , and their were spiders coming in on you all. Soon enough you all are fighting off these giant monsters. That is when more come only for them to be killed instantly by elves.
The elves search you all, this blond one searches you , yet he gets down to remove the knife from the holster. He stands up with the knife passing it to an elf. He looks at you frowning . “ you are injured.” He spoke with a monotone. You look at him confused before your eyes widen, elves must be able to smell very well. “...uh no I am not.” He shakes his head ,” you are bleeding.” Thorin groans angrily at the elf.
“Yeah..but It’s not an injury..uh mister elf. It b-becau-“ you are interrupted when a female elf with ginger hair whispers to the blond elf, his face flashes red in embarrassment. “I am sorry miss.”
And that was it , you all were brought to Mirkwood , all the dwarves were put in cells except Thorin and you (you were human but whatever) who were brought to the king, he looked like a narcissist.
Thorin insulted Thranduil , The king , when he offered a deal for our freedom for some hens. Thorin rejected in spite of Thranduil not helping his people when they needed so he wasnt going to help him in anyway.
“And why are is a women travelling with dwarves?” He had spat the word dwarves with disgust as he had circled you , to make himself superior to you. When you obviously thought he was anyways , god he was king.
“Uh.. because I want to sir.” You looked at the floor, he made you feel quite uncomfortable, he laughed in response.
“Ah, I see , you are their toy.” He smirked, you gasped at his words , you face flashed with anger.
“I see the way you must treat women , you disgust me. You probably do it because you are jealous.” You walked fowarded to him glaring before you continued “you know because you already dress like one, if your voice was an higher then I would’ve mistaked you for a women..” his face slightly twitching in anger you walk closer smirking. “Maybe the main reason is because you lack down there or maybe because daddy Di-“ you are interrupted by a slap in the face, Thorin is about to leap forward for Thranduil, but the guards grab ahold of him , but you slip past the other guards grips. You lung forward smashing your knuckles into his face, making him bleed. He quickly gets the guards to take you both to the cells.
You are both thrown into the same cell, he grabs you stopping you land on the floor, You smile at him lightly.
One of the dwarves asks what happened , he says something in dwarvish an insult probably, and then tells him what you had done, the others cheer. You slide down onto the floor , Thorin doing the same shortly after directly next to you. You had forgotten about the pain but now it hit you like horse. Distractions such as trying not to die , take your mind off cramps. You clutch your stomach.
Thorin eyes you gestures, “are you cold?” You look up at him, “I’ll be fine Thorin.” Yet he doesn’t believe you , he places one arm under Under your knees the other on your back, picking you up placing you in his lap. Your mouth is struck open in shock, as he wraps his arms around your stomach, you Lean back into his chest.
“Elves suck, that princess literally sniffed my vagina.” You groan at the fact you just said that to a king. He chuckles “I’m not surprised,he probably wanted you to be his prince to his princess.” He speaks into your neck, his breath tickling your neck.
“Damn I doubt anyone would want me, have you seen me.” You laugh sarcastically, “it will never happen” your eyes water, as a child you were cute you were asked out many times but you rejected them all because you were frightened, until you were 15 and fell in love with a boy that ended up breaking your heart and you didn’t even date! It made you feel ugly and more insecure then you had even been.
“I think you very much mistaken. I know someone thinks you are the most beautiful woman he has ever met, I have seen plenty of those dwarves eye you up.” His thumb thst lay against your hip went under your shirt to stroke your bare skin.
“Oh..what who?” You are surprised, Thorin had never spoke to you in such a way he had always been blunt with you , or avoided you, now you lay against him in his arms. He presses his lip to you cheek before whispering in your ear “me.” You gasp at his answer, you turn on his lap(careful you don’t want boner city..)
“Really?” You ask looking into his eyes, he nods, you quickly press your lips to his before pulling away, smiling widely.
You lean back in his lap after he asks you to court him , in which you agreed , he braids your hair before Bilbo opens the door. He gasps, at your position.
You get up Thorin, pulling him up,
“Oh shit sorry if I got blood on you Thorin.”
“You didn’t.”
“Oh hello dildo Gaggins.”
#the hobbit imagine#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit x you#thorin fic#thorin imagine#thorin x you#thorin x reader#thorin oakenshield
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This one is focused more on the second half of the ask. Hopefully I concluded it to @hotemotionalmess’s standards.
Word Count: 3926
"So... you and the Elf, huh?"
Kili looked up from his stone, and glanced across the walkway to your own cell. "What?" he asked, confused.
"You uh... you were making friends with her," you replied, brushing your fingers through your hair in a way you hoped was casual. "You like her?"
Kili shrugged. "She's nicer than the other ones we've run into," he stated, and then he returned his attention to his stone.
You sighed, and settled down on the floor of your cell.
A lot had happened in a span of a few hours. You'd gotten lost in Mirkwood, been attacked by spiders, been freed from said spiders by Bilbo, attacked by spiders again, and then saved from the same spiders by a group of Wood Elves, who had then promptly take you prisoner and led you to the Kingdom of Mirkwood, which was where you now were, locked up in cells.
Needless to say, it had been quite a day.
And, all the while, you'd been paying very close attention to Kili and his interactions with the pretty redheaded she-Elf who'd been apart of the group that had saved and captured the company. You had no idea what her name was, and you didn't particularly care.
At least, you hadn't cared until she'd shown up in the cells despite the celebration that the other Elves were having somewhere else within the kingdom, for the express purpose of talking to Kili. You'd listened, closely, while he regaled her with tales that he'd already told you. You didn't know why you were so interested in their conversation, but it was definitely hard to ignore them when they were literally across the way from you.
Now, however, the she-Elf was gone, and Kili was gazing down at his stone, which had been in the she-Elf's hands for a good amount of time during their conversation.
Something that burned like dying coals had settled deep in your belly, and you weren't ready to let the topic fall.
"Hey." Kili glanced up again. "Don't... y'know, let her get inside your head."
"Get inside my head?" Kili asked, frowning. "What are you even talking about?"
You opened your mouth to respond, and then realized that you didn't know what you'd been trying to say, so you closed it again.
Kili shook his head at you. "Keep your nose in your own business, Y/N." With that, he turned his back on you entirely.
Frustrated with him, and yourself, you turned your back to your the cell gate as well, and crossed your arms.
Since the mishap in the Misty Mountains, the two of you had been on shaky ground at best. You didn't know why Kili was angry with you; you'd only been trying to keep him safe when you'd gone after the goblin that had been about to attack him from behind, and ended up getting hurt yourself.
You remembered the interaction afterwards, when you'd actually had time to talk to him, after he'd yelled at you in the middle of the battle with the goblins and the escape from the Misty Mountains. It was after the Orc attack, and the eagles had come to save you, and deposited you on a safe cliff lower down the mountain.
"Kili," you began, following him as he walked away a few paces from the rest of the company to deal with a bleeding cut on his arm.
"Don't, Y/N," he grumbled without looking at you. "I don't want to hear it."
"Hear what?" you demanded. "Hear that I was only trying to help you? It's not my fault!"
"No, I know it's not," Kili muttered, wrapping the bit of cloth he'd torn from his shirt around the cut. "It's mine."
You frowned at him. "Yours? No, Kili, it wasn't anyone's fault! That goblin just turned around to attack me once I hit him."
"I should've been paying more attention," Kili mumbled, almost to himself.
You didn't know what else to say to him. "It's not... no, it wasn't your fault, and it wasn't mine, either." You kicked a stray rock, and it went rolling down the hill. "I only wanted to help."
"Yeah, well, don't," Kili grumbled, a bit louder this time. He shook out his arm and shrugged past you, back to the company.
With a sigh, you buried your head in your arms, wanting to take back your decision to join the company, take back all the decisions you'd made over the course of the journey. At first, you'd thought, things were going great, but that thought was long gone.
"I want to go home," you whispered to no one.
"Y/N!"
You glanced up, shrieked, and ducked back down. An Elf flew over your head into the river, and you peered over the edge of your barrel again, exhaling.
Bilbo, who'd gone missing as soon as the Elves had shown up to kill off the spiders, had reappeared some time ago, with a brilliant plan to escape the kingdom of Mirkwood. Unfortunately, the idea of riding in barrels down a raging river hadn't been paired with the idea of Elves appearing and chasing the barrels as they moved down the raging river.
Nor had it been paired with the idea of there being a floodgate further down the river, that most of the barrels the Dwarves were riding in were now bumping against.
You peered over the edge of your own barrel and looked around. The Dwarves were either yelling at the floodgate to open, or yelling at the Elves that were lining up on both sides of the river to capture them. Bilbo was clinging to the edge of an empty barrel, trying to scramble into it.
You looked around, desperately trying to find something that you could do to help, but before you could move, the Elf standing at the top of the floodgate suddenly toppled over the edge of it into the water.
"Orcs!" someone shouted just as a flood of them start to push through the forest on either side of the river, weapons out in full force. They first went after the Elves that were still running to catch up to where the barrels had been stopped, and then they turned their attention to the defenseless Dwarves and two Hobbits.
"Uh oh," you whimpered, noticing one look you square in the eye, and raise a bow.
Before it fired, however, it changed its mind, and let its arrow fly into a different target.
You turned around, and your eyes went wide when you saw Kili, who'd managed to climb to the top of the floodgate without drawing your attention, fall to one knee, the arrow embedded into his calf.
"Kili!" Fili exclaimed from his barrel, where he'd been busy fending off an Orc with a sword he'd found somewhere.
Kili looked down at the arrow in his calf for a moment, his face screwed up in pain. He then reached up and attempted to pull the lever that would open the floodgate, but failed miserably. Instead, he fell flat on his back, and you gripped the edge of your barrel tightly with your nails.
"Y/N, do not," someone warned from behind you, and you turned to find Fili glaring at you. "I know what you're thinking; stay in your barrel."
Before you could retort that Kili needed help, there was an angry cry from above you, and you watched as an Orc jump out of the bushes, sword brandished to kill a prone Kili.
Instead, an arrow flew into its head, and it collapsed, dropping its sword neatly into your barrel. Before picking it up, you looked around to see who had killed the Orc, and frowned when you spotted the same she-Elf from before further down the river, busy fending off another Orc.
You grabbed for the sword and threw it to someone who'd put it to good use, before looking upwards at Kili.
"C'mon, Kee," you whispered.
As though he'd heard you, Kili let out a groan and sat up, reaching for the lever again. He managed to pull it down this time, and then he collapsed once more in exhaustion.
"Kili!" you and Fili exclaimed at the same time as the barrels started to move forward through the now open floodgate.
Kili grunted, pulled himself over the edge of the gate, and flopped roughly down into the closest barrel, which happened to be your own. He inhaled sharply, and you winced when you glanced down and saw the wound on his leg.
"We'll need to take care of that," you commented in your best 'not-that-concerned' tone of voice.
Thankfully, Kili let out a hoarse laugh. "Probably a good idea," he agreed, and then he looked at something from over your head. "Duck."
You did so, without question, and Kili caught a sword that was thrown to him and cut down an Orc that was sailing in the direction of your barrel.
"Good one," you told him, straightening up.
"Thanks."
It was poisoned. That much was obvious. The skin around the wound was turning black, and tendrils of black were working their way up and down Kili's leg. If you'd known more about such things, you would've been able to say it was poisoned, but because you didn't, the only thing you could say to Fili when he asked was that it was infected.
"He needs... something," you said, looking at Oin for help. Without his earhorn, he hadn't been as much help as he usually was, but he'd done his own diagnostic on Kili's arrow wound, and from the look on you face, as well as Fili's, he was able to nod in confirmation of your statement.
"We don't know what, though," you went on to the blond prince, who glanced down at his brother, who was lying on the table in the bargeman's kitchen.
When Thorin had told Kili he couldn't cross the lake to get to the Lonely Mountain on the other side, there had been plenty of shock and frustrations exchanged between the uncle and his two nephews. Obviously, Kili didn't think it was fair, and Fili wasn't about to go without his younger brother. Oin had elected to stay behind with the wounded, as was his job, and you...
Well.
You couldn't leave them alone. There wasn't an ounce of sense in any of their heads, even put together.
By the time you'd encountered Bofur, running to catch the boat but just missing it, Kili had turned a sickly white color, and the dark circles under his eyes were standing out rather prominently. It was you who'd suggested you all go back to Bard's home, even though there was little hope of him helping you after the way he'd been treated by most of the party. Still, Kili was sick. He needed help.
So, you'd gone to him, and at first he'd been ready to turn your little branch of the company away, but then he'd seen Kili, and he'd opened the door a bit wider.
Now, Kili was lying on the kitchen table, a basket of nuts beneath his head, and the company members that had remained behind were surrounding it, with Bard and his children standing off to the side.
"Is he going to die?" you heard the smaller girl whisper to her father, and you turned away from them before you could hear Bard's response.
"What are we supposed to do to help him?" Fili asked, probably a bit more hotly than he intended. No one was blaming him, however. Kili was in obvious pain, and Fili was, too.
"I don't know," you replied quietly. "I wish I did."
"I just need something to bring down his fever," Oin muttered angrily. He turned to look at Bard. "Do you have any Kingsfoil?"
Bard looked perplexed. "No, it's a weed. We feed it to the pigs."
Bofur let out a noise of understanding from where he stood near the window, and he jumped up. "I have it!" he declared, and then he pointed to the distressed Kili, who was writhing a bit as another pain struck him. "Don't move!"
"Bofur!" you exclaimed, but he was already racing out of the house. You started to go after him, and then the house shook.
At the same time, there was a boom from the direction of the mountain. Everyone looked up, but you all knew right away what it was.
The dragon was stirring.
"It's coming from the mountain," Bain announced after hurrying to the window.
Fili left Kili's side for the first time since you'd returned to the house, and approached Bard.
"You should leave," he said. "Take your children and go."
"Go where?" Bard asked, looking down at him. "There is no where to go."
Fili gazed at him for a moment longer, and then he turned and walked back towards the table.
You saw the little girl grab her father's arm, again.
"Are we going to die, Da?" she asked softly.
Bard offered her a small smile, but there was no heart in it. "No, darling."
"The dragon, it's going to kill us," she said, gazing up at him in fear.
Bard stared at her, and then at his two elder children, before he glanced upwards and yanked down the drying rack that was hanging from one of the ceiling boards. He gazed down at it for a moment, and then he looked at his children again.
"Not if I kill it first," he said, softly, and then his shoulders set in determination. "Bain, I need you to come with me. Girls, please, stay here."
With that, the bargeman swept out of the house with his son running after him.
"What does he aim to do, get himself killed?" Oin exclaimed, running to the window.
"I think he's going to kill the dragon," you murmured. Before you could let yourself think about it too hard, however, Kili moaned weakly, and you turned your gaze down to him.
"Y/N..." His voice was low, tired, but still filled with enough pain that you could hear it, and you looked at Oin.
"Is there really nothing we can do, until Bofur gets back?" you asked the elder Dwarf, and he blinked at you for a moment before he glanced down at the floor, where the plants that had been hanging from whatever Bard had pulled down had fallen. He shuffled over to them and bent down, sifting through them for something useful.
You moved to help, but Kili touched your hand, and you paused, glancing back down at him.
"Don't leave," he whispered.
You let out a breath, and glanced across him towards where Fili stood, his fists clenched at his sides. Looking back down at Kili, you smiled as sweetly as you were able and brushed a strand of hair out of his face.
"We're not going anywhere," you promised.
A door opened somewhere, and you looked up, hoping it was Bofur, but it was only Bain, returning without Bard.
"Y/N, I need to tell you something," Kili said.
You glanced down at him, and gave him a more real grin this time. "Don't you think it can wait until you feel better?"
"No, I n-need to tell you, in c-case I don't," Kili insisted, pressing down on your hand with as much urgency as he could. "Please, j-just listen."
You looked at Fili again, and he nodded once, backing away to help Oin sift through the herbs.
You turned your attention back to Kili. "I'm listening," you murmured.
Kili took in shuddering breath, and it must have hurt, because his eyes closed in pain. You waited for him, turning your hand over so that you could take the one he'd rested on top of it.
After a moment, Kili opened his eyes again, and looked at you. "I-I'm sorry I was mean to you, af-after the goblins. You didn't deserve it."
"Kili," you began, fully prepared to remind him that you'd already discussed this, but he shook his head as best as he was able.
"Let me talk."
You closed your mouth, and nodded.
"I was m-mad at myself, first for not protecting you, and th-hen for not teaching you how to protect yourself af-afterwards." He paused and squeezed his eyes shut, his grip tightening on your hand. He didn't groan or complain, but you could feel it all in his hold on your hand.
When the worst of it had passed, he opened his eyes again, and you saw that they were even more bleary than they had been.
"Kili, maybe you should stop," you advised.
"N-no, I have to get this out," he decided, leaving spaces between words because of his panting. He licked his lips, which were very dry, and started up again, "I on-only pushed you away, and I'm sorry."
You gazed down at him, wanting to cry and not wanting to at the same time.
A single tear escaped when you blinked, and you passed your free hand through his sweaty hair.
"Kee, you have nothing to apologize for," you told him, softly, and he let out a hoarse laugh.
"Sure, you say that now, wh-hen I'm dying," he said, and then his eyes moved past your face and seemed to take on a look of... emptiness.
And, just like that, the grip on your hand went slack.
"Oh, no," you said, squeezing hard enough for the both of you. "Don't... don't do this, Kili. Bofur is going to be back soon, with the Kingsfoil. And you'll be all right, I promise."
Kili didn't react, and you searched his face desperately. "Kili? Kili! Kili, please!"
Before you could turn around and scream yourself, Bard's eldest daughter screamed instead, and came backing into the house from the balcony.
You turned, and gasped when you saw an Orc entering the house through one door, and, from the commotion in the other room, it seemed that an Orc had just entered through another.
"No," you managed, and then you looked around for a weapon, but came up with nothing. The Orc stalked towards you, his own sword glinting dangerously in the candlelight, and you leaned back against the table, ready to defend Kili as best as you could.
Before you needed to worry about it, Fili jumped between you and the Orc, weirdo one of the 'weapons' that Bard had brought to the Dwarves the evening before.
The Orc growled, and lunged.
Fili fended him off with the staff of the weapon he was holding, and then he grunted and swung it, heavy end first. It sailed through the air and slammed into the Orc's head, knocking him out cold.
Fili dropped the weapon, breathing heavily, and looked at you.
"Kili," you started, turning back to the Dwarf, and Fili hurried around to the other side of the table.
"We need to get out of the house!" he exclaimed as Oin rushed into the room.
"Help me, then!" you shouted right back, and then you started to sling one of Kili's arms around your neck.
Orcs were coming from all entrances of the house now, and you spotted one coming towards you.
"Fili!"
Fili looked up, but before he could move away from helping Kili sit up, another blade sliced through the Orc's neck, and it collapsed to the ground. When you looked up from it, you found yourself looking at the she-Elf that had been the bane of your existence for a good day or so.
Another Elf, the blond one that had been the leader of the group to capture the company, was busy killing other Orcs that had entered the house.
"How -"
The she-Elf turned away before you could complete your question, to help her companion, and you turned back to Kili, who had started moving again once Fili had shaken him hard enough. He was groaning, eyes darting around as though he had no idea of where he was.
"Kili," you said, placing a hand against his cheek. He was even hotter than he had been before, if that was possible. You forced yourself to face it, and glanced up as the sounds of fighting faded away.
"You killed them all," you heard Bain say.
"There are others," the blond Elf responded.
Oin hurried over again, and opened one of Kili's eyes. "We're losing him," he said, glancing up and between you and Fili.
"Tauriel."
You looked over at the two Elves, and watched as the blond one exited the house, after the Orcs, no doubt. The she-Elf, Tauriel, glanced between the open door and the table where Kili lay, and then she turned, obviously about to go after her companion.
"Wait!" you exclaimed, and she stopped, glancing over her shoulder towards you.
Kili moaned, and your eyes flooded with tears. "Can you help him?"
She gazed at you, her eyes wide, but before she could speak, there was huffing from outside the door, and Bofur raced up, holding a green herb in his hands.
Tauriel turned to him, and gasped, taking it into her hands.
"Athelas," she murmured, just loud enough for you to hear, and then she turned towards the table again. "Athelas..."
"Please," you whispered, your voice breaking.
She glanced up at you, and something changed on her face.
"What are you doing?" Bofur asked from behind her.
Tauriel looked back down at the weed she was holding, and smiled. "I'm going to save him."
She began giving instructions to Bard's daughters, who rushed about to fulfill them. Tilda hurried to her with a basin of water, and Tauriel dunked the Kingsfoil into it, tearing it apart and washing it all at once.
Kili was becoming more distressed with each passing second, and you moved closer to his head, murmuring to him.
"Easy, Kee, easy," you urged softly, stroking his hair.
"Hold him down!" Tauriel commanded, coming over with the bowl of water. She set it down on the table near Kili's legs and pulled out a clump of wet Kingsfoil. Fili and Oin and Bofur all took hold of his kind and struggled to keep him pressed to the table, even when Tauriel pushed the Kingsfoil against his wound and began to chant in elvish.
Kili screamed, and it was the worst sound you'd ever heard in your life. All the same, you continued to murmur to him, your hand never leaving his hair as he thrashed about, screaming in pain.
The rest of the world faded, and it was just you, and Kili, and a faint echoing of whatever it was that Tauriel was saying. Slowly, Kili began to calm down. His noises became less agonized, less all together. They eventually faded away to nothing, and Kili laid there before you, his eyes glassy, but fixed on you.
"That's it," you said, smiling weakly. "See? It's getting better."
Kili swallowed, and you felt something brush against the hand that wasn't in his hair. You looked down, and saw it was his, trying to take yours. You slid it closer, and his fingers slid through yours, and, although his grip was weak, it was there, and that was enough for you.
You leaned down and pressed a kiss against his forehead, which was still slick with sweat, but at this point, you could care less. "I love you," you whispered to him.
Kili responded by squeezing your hand, and you decided to take that as a form of agreement until he was strong enough to speak on the subject.
#drabble#the hobbit drabble#kili drabble#request#the hobbit#the company of thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#fili#kili#oin#bofur#bard#bain#tilda#sigrid#@hotemotionalmess#history has its eyes on queue
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ABOUT
BASICS
NAME: Thranduil
ALIAS: Elvenking
SEX: male
GENDER: non-binary
AGE: specifics unknown // born around the middle of the First Age, nearer the end
DOB: specifics unknown // born around the middle of the First Age, nearer the end
PLACE OF BIRTH: Doriath
FAMILY
MOTHER: unknown
FATHER: Oropher
BROTHER(S): N/A
SISTER(S): N/A
CHILDREN: Legolas
PHYSICAL
FACE CLAIM: Lee Pace
HAIR COLOUR: golden white
EYE COLOUR: blue
HEIGHT: 6'8"
WEIGHT: 200 LBS
TATTOOS: N/A
SCARS: there is a deep and haunting gouge on the left side of his face from a bout with a dragon. This hidden scarring has rendered him blind in his left eye, though he brings no attention to the disability.
BIOGRAPHY
Thranduil was born near the middle of the First Age to Oropher. By the end of this Age, Thranduil and his father traveled eastward and to Greenwood where Oropher was taken by the Silvan elves as their lord and thus began his reign over the Woodland Realm. As a young prince, Thranduil followed his father into war where he not only suffered a near fatal blow to the face, but he was forced to watch his father perish as well. Though the haunting scar would never heal, nor would he regain sight in his left eye, it could at least be covered by a little magic. Once the war had ended, Thranduil led the remaining elves to the Woodland Realm where the Silvan elves there crowned him as King.
During a short lived peace, Thranduil met his wife and she bore him a son. A beautiful and perfect heir: Legolas. Of course, peace can only last so long —- seemingly as quickly as she appeared in his life, Thranduil's wife was taken from him. In order to keep himself from grieving too much, Thranduil locked the memory of her away, and instead focused on what needed to be done. It's important to note, however, that the Elvenking had a statue erected at the mouth of Greenwood (not yet Mirkwood) in her honour. It acted as both a pleasant welcome and a watchful eye.
As time continued forward, the Elvenking watched the once beautiful and vibrant Greenwood transform into something hideous; monstrous. The only thing Great about it now was the dangers inside. Slowly, his home, thanks to the evils of Sauron, had earned the name 'Mirkwood.' Despite the dangers of the forest, Thranduil was still compassionate to an extent toward his friends in Laketown, and even welcomed their passage through Mirkwood when needed or desired.
Those the Elvenking didn't welcome easily were the dwarves attempting to find their way to Erebor. Thranduil was aware of the company's travels and would have paid them no mind if they hadn't entered Mirkwood without permission. The dwarves were captured, and only when Thorin Oakenshield refused to share his plan, they were thrown in the dungeons. Although they were prisoners, the dwarves were given food and drink as though they were guests.
After the dwarves escaped the elven dungeons, and Mirkwood altogether, they made their way to Erebor where they woke the dragon, springing Thranduil into action. His goal was to lead his army to the mountain, but upon seeing the destruction that was brought to Laketown by Smaug, he offered aide to the men now of Dale instead.
Although he wasn't the Master nor was he a king to the people of Dale, Bard was held in high regard by the Elvenking for being the one to slay the dragon. As such, Bard was the one Thranduil spoke with regarding his plan to travel forward to Erebor. Wanting to avoid war at any cost, Bard pleaded with the Elvenking; he wanted to speak with Thorin first.
The dwarves of Erebor refused to have dealings with Bard, but before the next morning when they would attack, the hobbit, Bilbo, rushed to Thranduil and Bard with an offer: he would give them the Arkenstone as long as they used it to try and sway the maddened dwarf.
Instead of a peaceful deal, a great war broke out. A war that started with elves, men, and dwarves but quickly changed to a war of elves, men, and dwarves against orcs and goblins.
By the end of it, Thorin had perished as King under the Mountain and his cousin Dáin Ironfoot was crowned as the new King. At Thorin's funeral, Thranduil took Orcrist, the sword that Thorin carried into Mirkwood before, and placed it upon his tomb. The treasures of the mountain were divided between men and elves, and Thranduil parted from them to go back to Mirkwood, now as an ally and friend to the dwarves of Erebor.
Many years pass before Legolas leaves Mirkwood; it's only when Lord Elrond holds a council to discuss the Ring of Power that his father sends him off to join.
After an attack on Mirkwood by Dol Guldur forces, Thranduil retreated north to allow Celeborn to claim southern Mirkwood as East Lórien. By this time, the whole of Mirkwood had been restored and renamed Eryn Lasgalen.
Going into the Fourth Age, Thranduil decided not to sail to the Undying Lands and instead, holds his throne and title as King of the Woodland Realm. The time of elves may be over, and he's well aware that a new evil will arise with the time of men, but he'll be there to offer aide when needed.
PERSONALITY
As a young prince, Thranduil had a keen passion for travel. If he didn't have such an important role to play as his father's heir, he would have been a vagabond. Thranduil was also one for getting himself into innocent trouble; a mischievous little elf. At one point in time, Thranduil had quite the sense of humour and was rarely seen without a smile.
After the death of his father, the wanderlust he once felt had to be put aside completely. No more day dreaming about adventures, and instead, Thranduil needed to focus on his new people. Upon meeting his wife and having a son, a spark of that old mischief returned; the two could be caught playing innocent pranks on one another. Happy together, they were rarely seen in bad spirits.
Once she perished, Thranduil did his best to hold onto that spark in order to care for his son to the best of his ability. Pushing the death of his wife to the back of his mind, the Elvenking managed not to fall prey to the grief that threatened to take hold.
Presently, Thranduil is living in his restored kingdom, Eryn Lasgalen, once Mirkwood, in the Fourth Age. Though grief does play at the back of his mind when he looks to the south, knowing evil will rise again, the King allows his curiosity of the future drive him rather than his fear.
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