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Thranduil and Josie Part 74- Halt and Catch Fire

Summary: 5 days till Halloween with a time jump coming soon to a wicked party. Garrett and Josie scope out the library in search for Ashmole 782 and share some humor and feels along the way. He tells and shows her his version of Clover's(Raven's) upbringing and the night of the Laketown massacre. Garrett also has a secret that he confides in Josie. Something's burning. Garrett risks a number one vampire killer to save the evidence. A major truth is revealed as Josie has a memory induced meltdown. A pair of icy hands keeps her sane. She later stumbles across the wrong bedroom. An encounter with Lestat goes horribly wrong. Josie's two left feet never fail her. Raven ruffles Thranduil's feather's and he puts the vexing vampire in her place. She seeks revenge in more ways than one. The witchy vamp sets her eyes on a pawn. Seems even animals loathe the fiery fiend. Haldir is not acting himself. Garrett is mortified at a vision. Thranduil is appalled. Marius rages. Josie turns OG. Haldir panics as the Phoenix rises from the ashes.

As you and Garrett walked into the dimly lit entrance of the library, the gibbous moon gaped at you through the cathedral window and snow was falling in massive quantities at an expeditious speed. The orbs were also there.

"They're following me." you whispered as ran your hand through them in amazement.

"Or they're guiding you somewhere since they were already in here?" Garrett suggested. "Annnnd they're turning the pages of a book." he said with a stunned look upon his face. Clearly it couldn't be Ashmole 782 just sitting out in the wide open.

You went to look at it. "The pages....they're blank? Odd..." you pondered as you stood inside the swirling balls of energy. Your eyes suddenly became heavy and you stumbled back.

"Whoa, hey there. You alright?" Garrett asked in worry as he held you against him.

"Yeah...yeah...it's their energy...I can feel it. It's magnetizing like...." Your eyes drifted off in thought of Narcisse. That's how you felt when you touched him.

"Like?" Garrett was now quite the curious cat.

"I'm sure you know who Lord Narcisse is?"

"Unfortunately. Just another who believes I am responsible for Laketown's massacre. Why do you ask?"

"Well...it's just that...I experienced this feeling with him...and...now I know that he is a witch. It's just strange since he's not even here."

"Thank god." he snarked and walked over to a book case acting as if he were interested in the contents. It was clear Narcisse was a sensitive subject so you dropped it and followed him.

"God Garrett, there are so many books. I will never find Ashmole, if it's even here at all." You ran your fingers over the aged books in hopes of being able to feel what you were searching for.

You did this for a good 15 minutes around the room as Garrett stood watching you. He was completely fascinated with your intuitive abilities.

"Ugh!! Nothing! This is such a waste of time Garrett. It's probably not even here."

"Patience little one. This is only one room of many in the archives."

"Well I certainly have no patience for that!" you fumed and coughed from the dust as you slammed another book on the growing pile that you now could not be seen behind.

Garrett chuckled in amusement. "Well, how about try calling to it? You know, use that magic hidden inside of you."

"Or maybe you could help me instead of standing there taking pleasure in my suffering." you snarked and sprung up with a pouty mouth which only made him laugh more. With that, you picked up a book and hurled it at him.

"Whoaa!" He roared in laughter and ducked as the book just missed his head. You picked up another and hovered it above your head with a sly grin. "Alright alright uncle uncle!! White flag is up!" he chuckled as he blocked his face with his arms.

You then laughed and dropped the weapon. "Alright so you want me to call to a book...how? Like do I just start chanting "Oh booooooook" like Winifred Sanderson? Maybe that black cat will come too, what's his name?"

"Ha ha yeah great movie! Thackery Binx. My favorite part. Think I was in my mid 20's then....." He instantly clammed up and his face fell flat as he stared at the ground. "Anyways...Lestat actually has a black cat running around here somewhere. He don't talk though...as far as I know." he laughed as he tried to deflect again from his accidental reveal of his past life.

"So...uh....is it true what Raven told me? About your birthday?"

"Yeah I heard that part. Hoped you would forget about it." He went over and continued looking through the books where you left off.

"Gar...I think you know I would not simply just forget something like that."

"Well Jo...please do. I would rather bleed out than speak of my life." He got up and whirled around the corner into another room. His sarcasm and anger were clear by his reference to you as Jo in reply to you shortening his name. You went after him to apologize.

He stood peering out the window at the snowstorm violently beating on it. ""Garrett....I...I am so sorry. I did not mean to upset you or to push you. And...your name, if that upset you too for some reason, I apologize as well for that."

He turned with a half smile. "It's alright little one. I just haven't been called that since I can remember. It's better than G though. Makes me sound like some OG or something." he snickered.

You let out a light laugh. "What? You don't roll with the homies?"

"I roll with you don't I? Homie.." he smirked and gave a wink.

"Ha ha. Yeah, I don't blame you. Raven's got it bad for you. Could you at least tell me more about your time with her back then? I know it was all revealed today, but...I...I'd like to hear your side. Your words I will believe over anything my moth...Caroline told me. And for the record, I know you were trying to tell me about it the night we sat around the fire until you were shot, so I know you weren't trying to keep it from me."

He stared you down in awe of your trust in him. "Sure...if you've got a few hours." he grinned.

"I have awhile. Thranduil is resting and Haldir and Legolas are watching over him. Come...sit with me. I'm all ears."

He shyly sat down beside you on a couch but kept his distance. "Where to begin...hmm. Well, I suppose her episodes are as good as any. As you can see, Clover...I mean Raven...god I'll never get used to that...anyways, she's always had that rage in her. Spoiled rotten brat for one thing and honestly, I think Caroline feared her as she was so out of control throwing her powers about if she didn't get her way. She began killing Lestat's staff. First her seamstress. Let me show you what I saw." His cool soft hand laid upon yours and you saw it play like a movie.

Then her doll maker and onto her music instructor.

One night in a fit of rage, the pyromaniac set the place on fire trying to kill Lestat's companion Louis.

Lestat had enough of her shit and she had a complete meltdown the night she snuck off to Laketown. She and he argued something fierce.

"Then she continued to cut off all her curly hair she had at that time but it grew right back and she flipped out."

Then off to Laketown she went, following others on their midnight feedings. Not only did she slaughter all those children, but she set the town ablaze as well. Caroline and I saw it from the air as we arrived. We were too late. So you see...wild child indeed, a Drew Barrymore at that, and she still seems to be a bad apple. I did everything to help her but it never mattered."

"Little did I know that Caroline did what she did after the fact. The only thing that saved my ass from Viktor's death dealers was the fact he knew Raven caused the mass destruction and murders."

"Don't that make you a little bitter that Caroline willingly let you and your people take the blame to others though?"

"It did. Very much. Can I confide something in you? I trust you like no other." Garrett looked a bit shaken about whatever it was.

You placed your hand back on his. "Of course. My lips are sealed. What is it?"

He sighed deeply. "Josephine....I am one of those that informed Viktor who did it. Clover had to be stopped as much as it hurt me to betray her, and Caroline too. For the life of me, I do not know why Lestat has harbored them both all these years. Anyone in their vicinity is at risk by the hunters. Possibly because Louis had a soft spot for Clover, god knows why after she tried to kill him...I assume because he was fucking Caroline, which is what I think set Clover off. Sorry...didn't mean to just throw that at you, but it is what it is. Lestat and Louis are very close. He made Louis. Louis has kept his distance ever since the tragedy and if anyone is bitter, it's Lestat. Why do you think it was so easy for him to turn on your mother? He can only be pushed so far and his loyalty to Louis will pretty much go straight out the window one of these days."

"My god...I knew there was more to it. Thank you Garret, for trusting in me and respecting me enough to tell me the truth." you said and squeezed his hand.

"Anytime little one. How bout we continue on our witch book hunt eh? Kinda burnt out on talking about all the fiery stuff. Pun intended." he joked.

You both stood up to go to the next acre of the enormous encyclopedia wing. "Garrett?"

He stopped and turned. "Sup?"

"Why do you call me that?" you asked softly.

"What? Little one? Well look at your shrimp ass. I get a kink in my neck looking down at you." His grin was large and wide.

"Hardy har har. Maybe if you weren't such a beautiful giant, I wouldn't seem so little." Off you went in a playful huff.

"Wait, did you just call me beautiful?" he said enthusiastically.

"Let's go Garrett." you said as you rolled your eyes.

He quickly followed and pointed at you. "You did...you called me beautiful." he raved proudly with a smile as he frolicked in your shadow.

As you walked, you began to feel warm. "Is it hot in here suddenly?"

"Oh sorry. That's just my beautiful vibes radiating off of me."

"Garrett...stop." you said and smacked his arm. "I'm serious."

"Ok...Well, I can cool you down. I'm a portable air conditioner." he winked and held his arms out to you.

"Dear god, I've created a monster. PUN intended!"

"Ohh!" He grabbed his chest and sang. "Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darlin you give looooove, a bad name."

"I'm going to pretend that did not just happen...."

You then stopped. "Do you smell smoke?" As you turned the corner, there was a fireplace and it was blazing. No wonder you felt hot but it had no affect on Garrett since he was from the ice age. "Jesus, why is that fire so huge?"

Garrett's humor quickly vanquished as he stared at the raging flames. "That's because something is in there!" He whisked to the blaze and reached in yanking out a burning book, then stomped on it.

"Garrett!! Oh my god, your arm. Are you insane??!" you yelled as you ran to him. "Here, let me heal you!"

"Josephine, calm down. I am fine. Watch." Your panicked eyes turned to amazement as you watched his blistering skin heal all on it's own. "Poof. Magic. Save your healing for when I'm dying." he smiled. "Now let's see what someone was trying to rid of." He said in his best Fred voice.

"Someone? Who would have done this??"

"I don't know Velma but I may have a clue. Colonel Mustard with the candle stick in the library?"

"Arrrg! Garrett come one. Can you be serious for once??"

"What?...well you do have red hair and so does Velma soooo...although you look more like Daphne...she is hot ta ta."

You glared at him. Good lord it was obvious he was a Scooby Doo fan in his past life. "Ok Shaggy.." you snarked.

"Really? Is it because I'm tall and skinny? Ahhh wait...is it the hair? It's the hair isn't it?"

"Garrett Lee!"

"Ok ok, negative Nancy Drew. Sit down and look at the book. Is it the one you have been looking for?"

You did as he said and picked up the completely unscathed book even after Garrett danced on it. Although there was smoke coming off of it, the book felt cool to your touch. "I...I'm not sure..."I've only seen it in my dream for like 2 seconds."

Strangely, you opened it to a certain page and the scent of your father rushed up your nose....a scent you could never forget from when he was sick....chamomile tea with red clover. He drank it all the time, even when you were little before he became ill, but in his sickness, he wreaked of it. Your heart sank into your stomach at the spell you saw. Red clovers with deadly nightshade aka...Belladonna. A plant that's so toxic, even the smallest amount of the leaves or berries can kill an adult...or....poison them over time. "G...Garrett???" you whimpered as you shook.

He swiftly sat down beside you with all kidding aside and rubbed your back. "Josephine? You're trembling. What is it sweetheart?"

You couldn't move as you gazed into the fire. A triggered memory intruded your mind.

"I...I used to have night terrors as a child of the witch from snow white trying to give me a poisonous red apple. It was right after I saw my mother on my 7th birthday....and...and...then....my dad...he got sick 9 years ago when I was 15....A...a...an old woman came to the house. She said she was from our church and had a gift for my father. Homemade red clover syrup for his tea. She assured me of how much he loved it and had asked her for some. I...I had no reason to not believe her because I knew he drank it all the time. It...It was a small glass bottle with a pretty ribbon on it and...a key...I guess for decoration? She..she told me to put only a single drop in his tea every time he wanted a cup. My dad drank tea every single day, multiple times. With this, he was always more sleepy than usual and slept so soundly. I once thought he was dead as his pulse was so faint, it could hardly be detected.

I would always decorate his plate with red clovers I picked from the patch by our house. He loved the fragrance and would sometimes add some of the petals to the tea while it was piping hot for extra flavor. I myself hated the smell and never liked tea so I only made it for him."

You began to hyperventilate while grabbing your chest and dropped the book. "Garrett!! I...I...I think I poisoned my own father and....killed him...."

"Hey hey hey...come here, come here!"

"I..I can't...breathe....she....she did this...."

"Josephine look at me...LOOK at me." Garrett snapped his fingers in front of your face. You brought your soaked eyes to his and they began to roll back. He quickly placed his icy hands on your cheeks which thankfully shocked you back to reality. "That's it...come on. You're ok. Breathe..."

Once you finally took in a deep breath, you spewed it straight out and broke down bawling. "I...I killed my own father!! She made me kill my daddy...." Garrett did not hesitate this time to wrap you tight in his arms and you reciprocated, clinging like glue to him as you buried your face in his neck. For the first time in his undead life, he swore he felt his heart beat...............

He pried you from him and looked you dead in the eyes. "Josephine...you cannot breathe a word of this...to anyone. Not even Thranduil. Not yet. It is too dangerous for all to have knowledge of this right now. If you go accusing Caroline....well...you've seen what she does when backed in a corner and you don't seem to have full use of your powers yet to protect yourself or others. Your shield can only do so much. Someone attempted to destroy this book for a reason. You must hide it and keep it safe. Promise me. I'm not letting you leave here until you do."

"H...how am I going to hide this Garrett? It's not exactly small and....and..." You closed the book and stared at the cover. Then began flipping through the pages in confusion. "Garrett....this is not Ashmole 782. It looks nothing of what I saw in my dream. Raven said it only appears and opens for a true witch. If that book is as powerful as it's reputation precedes it to be, there's no way someone would try to destroy it. And I highly doubt it can be destroyed. This...this book here is purely black magic....evil. It also seems to be protected since it didn't burn. God...I am so confused. I have to go find Thranduil."

"Alright...but promise me Josephine, that you'll keep quiet for now."

"I will unless I feel it necessary to speak of it. That's the best I can do. Garrett...where will you be if...I need you? How will I find you?"

"I'll be around. Trust me. I won't leave you." he said with all sincerity.

You smiled big, took his face in your hands and placed a kiss on his comfortably numb cheek. "Thank you, for everything. I'll see you soon then ok Shaggy?"

He placed his hand on one of yours. "It's a date Daphne." he grinned.

On your way back to your room, you got lost which was no shocker. You knew this place about as well as you knew your mother. Not at all. You should have had Garrett come with you because now you were feeling a bit uneasy walking these dark halls alone. Suddenly, a huge whiff of black licorice and leather filled your path. You gasped as your eyes darted all around in search for the vampire Lestat but he was not there....or was he? you thought. You creeped down the hall following the scent. An open doorway lied ahead so in your curiosity, you peeked inside to see a very large luxurious ebony stained bedroom chamber. The walls looked as if they had been colored with a charcoal pencil that surrounded an Alaskan king bed with an iridescent black velvet comforter spread neatly atop. Behind it were mirrors which you found odd. Three cathedral windows took up an entire wall that revealed the snow covered frozen earth outside and a fireplace glowed on the other side of the room. There stood the vampire in the middle of it all. His gaze at you was daunting.

"Boo..." is all you could strangely muster up.

"I...I'm lost." you squeaked.

"That you are." Lestat then stood with his eyes fixated on yours, making you feel extremely vulnerable.

"I...I...I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'll just be going now." You turned around to leave and there he was standing in front of you. A light scream burst out of you as you jumped back. "Can you not do that??" you snapped.

"What have you got there?" he inquisitively asked as he peered down at your hands that were behind your back clutching the hardback.

"N..Nothing...it...it's just a book I took from the library to read."

"If it is nothing, then why conceal it?" He reached his hand out and the book flew out of your hands and into his.

"Hey! Give that back. It is mine." you fumed.

"Is it now? How is a book that came from my library...yours?" he asked as he nosily opened it and turned the pages.

"I..I didn't mean....can I please just have it back?"

"Since you asked nicely. This book will do you no good unless you are looking to.....kill someone?" His tone told you he knew....he knew what you knew. Of course he did. Damn intellectual vampires.

"Then where is Ashmole 782? You said you had it. May I please see it?"

"I never said it was in my possession, but that I knew where it resides. If you wish to know the whereabouts, then you need to offer me something in return as I have previously explained." He said in a tantalizing manner and then diligently reclined on the leopard print sofa and half grinned.

His alluring eyes were inviting you to sit beside him. "I don't bite.....hard." His sense of humor did not appease you like Garrett's did. You skittishly sat down with a stiffened posture.

"What is it that you want? I really must get back to my husband."

"I have already asked it of you. Simply your time. One evening. Just the two of us."

"Are you truly that lonely? And why me?"

"In the end we are alone and there is nothing but the cold dark wasteland of eternity. You? I thought I knew what beauty was in women, but you...you surpass all the language I have for it. You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here. Your blood is like no other. That's your tragedy."

"It rather seems that it is your tragedy....I know what happened with Louis...and my sister. Lestat...I am sorry that he left you." You compassionately placed your hand on his.

"Don't do that." He coldly said and moved away from you. Like Garrett, he wanted nothing to do with real talk.

"I..I'm sorry. I do not mean to pry. I just don't understand why you've shielded my mother and sister and still do after all they have done which caused Louis to withdraw."

"And yet, do you not do the same? Many have betrayed you, hurt you, yet you still you still offer them your undeserving loyalty. A certain vampire comes to mind. Garrett. He has done despicable things to you, yet you care for him."

"Garrett has nothing to do with any of this."

"And might I add....protect him. I have welcomed you into my home and have done nothing to harm you, yet you won't grace me a night of your company." Lestat walked towards you with a sinister look in his eyes. Instinctively, you slowly moved back until you were adhered to the wall. He placed his hand on the wall above your head and leaned his face down to yours. Your heart began to race as his arctic breath took yours away. You were imprisoned by his devilish charm. He bit his wrist and held it just inches from your mouth. "Tell me....shall I have you drink my blood to have my way with you or should I just mind fuck you as we stand body to body, allowing us both to release against each other? Is that not what happened on Devil's Island?"

You trembled as the volatile vampire's eyes turned as black as his room and his aroused cock grazed your pelvis. You ducked out of his hold with a gasp. How was he doing this?

"Get out of my head! I gave you no permission! You're sick!" Lestat was obviously and irrevocably jealous of Garrett and this worried you.

"No sicker than he now am I? I do not need your permission for anything." He said with a look of disgust and then yanked you against him. "If I wanted to take you right here right now, I would and could. There is nothing you could do to stop me." He then pushed you away from him.

"But that is not who I am. Next time, think twice before intruding in my personal life, for you only think you know about me. I, on the other hand, know all of your dirty little secrets. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind." The only other time you ran as fast as you did just then, was when you were running from Peter's cabin.

There was a rapping at Thranduil's door. Legolas opened it to find Raven's unwelcomed presence. "What do you want?" the Prince snarled. He certainly did not forget how she treated him when all he did was try to help her.

"Relax Lego, I am here to see if my sister is back from hanging with Garrett and to see how her hunky hubs is doing." Raven got the reaction she was anticipating from her words.

Thranduil abruptly appeared, stepping in front of Legolas. "My wife may desire your presence, but I do not. You have merely come here to stir trouble just like your mother. You do not fool me."

If Thranduil's eyes could emit lasers, Raven would have been disintegrated with the way he glowered at her.

"Oh Thrandy, don't get your balls all in a knot. I am not trying to fool anyone. What you see is what you get. Now, is she here? I come with news."

"We do not want what we see. And No, she is not. Now state your business and be gone witch, before somebody drops a house on you." Legolas sarcastically answered as he stood at his father's side.

"Oooh. Robin of Mirkwood got jokes.... Huh...odd she's not back yet. She left me to be with Garrett quite awhile ago. Well...anyways I came to..."

Haldir pushed through Legolas. "Enough with the charades. I'll go find her." He then bumped Raven's shoulder hard and heavy as he quickly walked passed her in a pissed off state.

"Geez. RUDE!!"She obnoxiously screamed down the hall at Haldir as he marched off. "Well...I guess it's just you, me and the boy wonder now."

"Wrong Robin. Now leave." Legolas swung the door shut, but Raven stopped it with her hand.

"You both wear girly tights so.....anyways you haven't heard the good news I bring."

"What news could you possibly have that we would share interest in?"

"I bring news of and invitations to a masquerade ball. All Hallows' Eve. It was my mother's idea and Lestat has approved. It's going to be so wicked cool. The moon is supposed to be full too and even better...it will be a blood moon. Like...how perfect!! Since ya'll got nothin better to do during this whiteout, I assume you will come. It will be expected anyways and horribly insulting to the emcee Lestat if you dip."

Just then, Thranduil came out of the washroom in a change of robes. He was feeling recharged and was worried and Haldir looking for you did not make him feel at ease so he decided to go himself.

"Ooohhh la la." Raven said in a randy manner as she bit her lip and ogled him from head to toe. "Don't you clean up nice for a sprite. No wonder my sister digs you so much."

She went to touch his collar and Thranduil slapped his hand around her wrist mid air. "I would greatly advise you to keep your hands to yourself or you may lose one."

"Mrroww." she snapped and yanked her arm away. "You're lucky you're my sister's husband right now." It was clearly a barefaced threat.

"Get out of my way." Thranduil undauntingly ordered through his teeth.

She back up and watched him leave as her eyes turned sour orange.

Legolas grinned at her and slammed the door shut behind him as he followed his father.

You came to a torchlit stone stairwell and as you began to dash down the second flight, you stupidly looked behind you in fear causing you to miss a step and begin to fall.

All you could do was suck in a gasp and close your eyes.

As you were helplessly diving forward, cold strong arms swiftly and gracefully swept you into the air knocking a squeal out of you and the book to the floor. The fear of it being Lestat was immediately gone when you smelled the irresistible maple syrup. You lifted your head and smiled as he twirled you around near the ceiling. "Garrett! You saved me...and my daughter."

"I told you I'd be around and that I would never leave you." he proudly said with a wink. You hugged him so tight as he slowly danced you in circles on the descent to the ground.

Haldir was coming around the corner and witnessed the entire encounter between you and the elven enemy.

Neither of you saw him and just as he was about to reveal himself, a hand seized his arm. He turned to find Raven slyly surveying you and Garrett. "Wait...shhhh. Come here." She whispered and pulled him a few feet around the corner.

He tore his arm away from her with an appalled look. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Will you just shut up and listen?"

"I will not spy on her. Why would I do that? I am going to go get Jo and take her back to her husband where she belongs."

"Oh please spare me the virtuous honorable loyal bullshit. You don't feel she belongs with him any more than you like me. You secretly still pine for her, wishing she was yours, dreaming of fucking her like you did befo..."

"Shut your filthy mouth. Do not ever speak about her in that manner again....wait...how..."

"Donnn't worry Haldy, she didn't tell me that. She didn't have to. When we spoke of you, it was written all over her face and her defense of you to me."

"She...she spoke of....and defended me?"

"Is there an echo in here? Yeaaahh. Pretty much threatened to kick my ass if I ever harmed you. God, you look and sound like a pathetic little heartsick puppy. Look...you and I can't stand each other."

"Understatement.."

"AND...we don't ever have to like each other, but...we can certainly help each other."

"And why the hell would I ever do that? What help could you possibly offer me?"

"You burn for her. I burn for him. We can work together to get what we want. Allies per se."

"I knew you were mental but this is....besides...she does not want Garrett. She is madly in love with Thranduil and that will never change...trust me. I should know." Haldir's eyes fell to the ground.

"Are you sure about that marchwarden? I mean...she did do you. Must be some feelings there of some sort." Raven debated as she peered around the corner and watched you and Garrett.

"It's all one sided. Her feelings for me are purely a love for a best friend, which is all she considers me as." he said as he also peeked around the corner.

"Ha! Best friends with benefits though, so there's more to it than that. Trust me, her defense of you was insane."

"Look! It was one time....ok twice but...it only happened because she thought he had been unfaithful. We've been through a lot together. But....she always chooses Thranduil."

"You can spin it any way you like. But somehow I get the feeling you both would die for each other. If that ain't love, I don't know what is."

"Enough of this. She is your sister that you have just met and you want to conspire against her? And Thranduil and myself are finally in a better place. I kind of like having my head attached to my body. I would think you do also. You cannot make someone love you."

"I don't see it as conspiring, just merely taking Garrett's attention away from her and guiding it to me. Besides, like you said, she loves Thranduil."

"And there it is. How does this help me? This is all about getting what you want. As mush as it makes me ill to say it, Garrett's affections for Jo will not just stop. He is in love with her."

"Do not ever say that to me again!" Raven fumed.

"It is only obvious truth that I speak. You are living in some delusional fantasy. A crush. You know nothing of love. I love Jo more than anything and when you love some one in such a way, you do for them what makes them happy, even if it tears your heart out. I will not let you hurt her. You were right. I would die for her. Now, I am going to go to her and let her know what her loving sister is planning."

"Like hell you are." Raven swayed her hand at Haldir as he tried to leave and slammed him against the wall, then slowly clenched her fist as she held it in his direction, which began to choke him. "You will speak nothing of this to no one and you will do as I ask or....see this?" She held her other hand up and twirled her fingers. A flame appeared and danced about the tips. "Your precious Jo will pay the price for your defiance. One little POOF and she'll be burning...all for you."

"You...s..sick little...." he coughed.

"Ah ah ah Haldy. Watch your tone."

"She....is your..sis...sister...and..w...with child! Your...moth...mother will kill...you."

"Your point is? Since when have I cared about children? Ya'll bought that little act earlier hook line and sinker. It wasn't hard at all hiding my true self from you. Although the Elvenking is tougher than I planned but he'll be handled soon enough...And fuck that hag. She is no mother. It's time I take my life back. Besides...you can easily get what you want very very soon if you cooperate. Thrandaddy won't be an issue much longer. Garrett was mine first! No one is going to take him away from me. And if they try, they will suffer a great loss as well. Jo is no better than me. All these men drooling at her feet makes me sick....SO...how bout we just hang out here for a minute to let you ponder on your options. But I think we both know the one you will choose."

"This...will all...backfire on..you. Jo...she will see right...through you. Thran....Thranduil already...does."

"Hush now hidden hero nevermore." Raven's eyes were purely diabolical matching that of her sinister words.

The marchwarden was slowly losing consciousness as he whispered..."Jo...I love you."

"So...will you walk me back to my room please?"

Garrett sweetly smiled. "Sure thing. Don't forget that book."

"Got it." Off you both went down the hallway. Garrett was too caught up in you to have heard the manipulations of the nefarious Raven.

Down the hall was a chair by a window, with a black feline perched upon it watching the snow fall.

"Oh my god Garrett look! A kitty!! Here kitty kitty kitty." you chirped as you crept up to him. The jet black pussycat gazed upon you with his curious golden spheres, then greeted you with a tender meow and a head nudge against your hand.

Garrett smiled at the two of you. "I told you Lestat had a cat. That's Louie. This entire wing was Louis'. Maybe you noticed the 2 stone cat statues on the stairs before your....flight?"

"Ha! I saw them after we landed." you giggled. "So I take it Louis was an animal lover? Was Louie his?"

"Yeah. He was just a kitten when Louis brought him in but then all that happened with Raven and he left, never giving the cat a name, so Lestat named him. Which you can see why he chose that name."

"Awww. Well, it was so nice to meet you Sir Louie. I hope we will meet again. Have a nice window viewing." You stroked the purring feline's head and then you and Garrett continued on down the hall.

As you both turned a corner, there was a large gothic style mirror on the wall.

You glanced into it as you passed it, then gasped. Garrett stopped but would not turn around. He knew you had seen his reflection. It was the one Marius told you about, the only mirror that would cast a vampire's image.

"Garrett....I..."

"Can we keep going?" he said in a disgruntled tone without looking back.

"S...sure." you replied and continued on beside him. You felt so incredibly sad for him, and now worried about how he was going to react to the painting you asked Marius to create of him. You didn't have to wait any longer though.

"Jo...G! Wait up..." Raven called from down the hall behind you. You turned and saw a very distraught Haldir with her as Raven carried something quite large that was covered with a cloth.

You immediately went up to him. "Haldir? What are you doing with her? Are...you alright?"

He fake smiled. You could tell. And he wouldn't look you in the eyes. "Yes. I am alright. I was just out looking for you and came across her in the hall."

"Oh...is everything alright?? Is Thranduil Ok??? I was trying to get back and I got lost. Garrett found me and was helping me."

"Yes Jo...Thranduil is doing much better now. He was with Legolas when I left."

You tilted you head at him and laid your hand upon his cheek. "Haldir...are you sure you're alright? Your voice...it seems a little raspy."

"Oh that...yes well. I believe it is from your mother's smoke out earlier. I will be fine. Do not worry about me Jo. What are you doing with the likes of him??" Haldir was right when he told Raven you would know something was wrong and you certainly did.

"O...Ok...well. The likes of him helped you, Legolas and Aragorn which you failed to tell me about." You huffed. "Or did you have one of those brain farts and forget? You could thank him you know."

"I will do no such thing. And your husband is livid that you have been with Garrett when you told him you would be with Raven and then be back soon."

"And just how did he know that?"

"Your ever so worried sister came to check on you and gladly informed me of your whereabouts." Thranduil's voice angrily sounded from the other direction. You spun around to see him holding and stroking Louie while Legolas stood at his side glaring at Raven.

The cat saw her and hissed. "Be gone you little maggot before I slip some rat poison into your milk." A low emitted growl rose from the furious feline as he jumped from Thranduil's arms, baring an arched back with all hairs and tail fluffed out like a porcupine.

"Raven!! Leave him alone! It's alright Louie. I will not let her hurt you. Come here kitty." The cat circled in a figure eight through your legs, then stretched his front paws up your thigh asking to be picked up. You obliged and held him snug to reassure him he was safe, which only infuriated Raven more that you were desired and she was not.

"I was only kidding geez! I would never hurt LeBrat's precious Louie. He's all he has left of the dearly departed Louis. Well, departed as in flew the coupe. Only ever cared about himself."

"From what I hear, you're the reason he left?" you asked to see her reaction.

She immediately glared at Garrett. "I see you've been telling my sister stories huh? You know he tends to exaggerate on things Jo. G..why would you do that?"

"I only told her the truth Clover. She deserves to know."

"My name is RAVEN thank you." she snapped.

"I have heard enough. Josephine. Let's go. It seems we have things to discuss." Thranduil's tone told you he was less than pleased at finding you with the vampire.

"Wait! Since everyone is all here, I have something you might all enjoy, especially you G." She didn't even explain and just ripped the cloth off the object she fondled. She saved the bogus explanation for the aftermath.

There was the painting of Garrett and how she got her hands on it was baffling beyond measure.

Everyone stood in silence gawking at the artwork. Garrett stumbled back against the wall with a look of horror and panic all over his face.

"G...don't be such a drama King. Jo had this made for you out of the kindness of her heart."

You knew he may react negatively but not like this. It may have gone much smoother if he hadn't been caught off guard in such a deceiving manner. You were shaking and slowly walked over to Garrett. "I...I...It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was going to tell you first...Garrett, please try to understand, let me explain. I..I don't know how she got it!"

"I do!!" Marius swept in with steam coming out of his ears and bee lined straight for Raven. "How dare you enter my chambers and take what does not belong to you! Let's go!!"

"Oh Marius. Take a chill pill. The painting was done and just sitting there collecting dust. It was so beautiful that I became overly impatient and wanted G to see it. What's the big deal?? Ya'll act like it's the end of the world."

To Garrett, it was. You caught a glimpse of his betrayed tear stained eyes before he whooshed away at an incredible velocity, blowing your hair and dress back. His eyes...they were....human.

"Garrett!!! Wait!! I'm sorry!!!" You whirled around to Raven in pure rage. "What the fuck is wrong with you!!"

"Me?? What is wrong with you!? You're the one who had it done for him so why are you so hot and bothered that he saw it??"

"You are either completely dense or as wicked as our mother. I'm willing to bet on wicked. You did this on purpose! Why would you hurt him like that?"

She belted out a laugh. "Me hurt him? You're the one who had the stupid painting made when you knew he didn't want to see himself!"

"Then why did YOU show him if you knew that huh?? You just wanted him to be angry with me because you're jealous! and you intentionally went to Thranduil to twist the knife. Oh sister dear, I see right through you."

"Jealous?? You should watch what you say to me. Don't you have a husband you should be worried about cuz I think you should...You've already managed to alienate not one, but now two of your groveling men. Soon you'll have none." She smirked as she peered behind you.

You turned and saw Thranduil walking away. "Thranduil!" You ran after him and grabbed his arm. "Please wait. Don't go."

"Wait for what? To watch you argue over another whom is my sworn enemy? One who has committed foul acts upon you? Upon us both? Yet over and over, you help him. Seems I should have let you turn the day he bit you since you desire the dead's presence over mine."

You sucked in a loud squeak at his sharp tongue. Thranduil then flipped around and charted off with a confused Legolas in tow.

"Legolas??" you called after him. He half turned to only see his profile and then continued on.

"Make that three." Raven gloated. "But hey, hunky Haldy's still here waiting for a piece of that sweet cherry pie."

You felt fire boiling in your blood as your fingers clenched into a fist. Haldir's eyes grew large as he knew what was going to happen but he couldn't react fast enough. BAM! You swung and busted her right across her jaw. With her being half human, it didn't hurt as much as it did when you cold cocked Garrett. She grabbed her mouth and whipped her head back to you in utter shock.

She laughed a most malevolent laugh. "Ohhh you should not have done that." Her head snapped to Haldir. "I'll just remove number four for you as well." Raven raised her hand towards him as her eyes and fingertips burned of molten lava. "This is for my father!!!"..............

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I decided I wasn’t quite done with these. I HAD to finish the last two AU Settings I did not get a chance to get to. (I just thought I would have finished them a little earlier, like still in May. 😅)

Tagging @lordoftherazzles because I blame you for this, and @blueberryrock to judge my Thranduil writing abilities. 🤣

Masterlist for these drabbles here. Check out the original post/prompt list. And feel free to send me requests if there are any specific combinations/pairings you want to see. I mean, it’s not May any more, but I like the challenge!

Rival Shops + Hair Stylist + "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" + Barduil

Lasgalen Locks was revered as more than just ‘a place that cuts hair’. It was a trend setter for the women (and most of the men) of Dale. One simply didn’t go to Thranduil telling him what they wanted. He decided how best to make them fabulous, and they would leave as a satisfied customer. For years, no one dared to oppose him in the world of hair, and then the Hair Shop opened up right across the street.

“Such arrogance. The Hair Shop. As if they were the only one in town. As if they were the best in town.” Thranduil murmured under his breath.

“Dad, please don’t tell me you’re going to use the binoculars again.” Legolas complained as he passed him, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Not to fear.” Thranduil turned with a smirk. “I’ve seen all I need to of Bard.”

Legolas rolled his eyes, and Thranduil had to bite his tongue not to give himself away anymore. In all honesty, Thranduil would never have given a second thought to having competition. His self-confidence wouldn’t allow for something so trivial. It was just that…the owner was unfairly attractive. With his long dark curls that he tragically hid in a bun when he was working. Thranduil had been unable to pull his eyes away. And then he watched his methods, and he became hot for an entirely new reason.

What kind of a neanderthal used clippers on every haircut? The men walked out of his shop looking exactly the same! With the exception of Durin’s oversized bodyguard who seemed to delight in waving at Thranduil before getting his head shaved. Honestly, the mohawk had suited the man just fine. It wasn’t his fault he was surrounded with people of very little taste. To make matters worse, Bard seemed fully aware of Thranduil’s disdain for his abilities. Signs had started to appear in the window advertising:

Simple Cuts! Don’t expect me to get fancy with it.

It was obviously meant to be a slight against him. Which is why Thranduil had Legolas and Tauriel respond in kind with:

Personalized to you, come make your hair DO.

Which was frankly rather cheesy and tacky, but Thranduil left it up if only because Bard shook his head and laughed every time he saw it.

“You could just go over there and ask for his number like a normal person.” Legolas noted. “I’ll even try not to be weirded out by my dad dating again.”

Thranduil scoffed. “I’m not desperate enough to sink to the level of Bard Bowman. Honestly, if you have enough energy to sass, you might as well make yourself useful and take stock of our colors.”

“I’m pretty sure I did that last night. When you were scouting the competition again.”

Adult children were the worst. What had Thranduil been thinking? Unfortunately, before he could snark the cocky shit, their first customer had entered. After all, Thranduil had a reputation to keep, of a calm, cool, and poised persona. Any thoughts of Bard or Legolas’ teasing about said man, were left by the wayside…all up until that night anyways.

They were going through the motions of closing down when movement across the street caught Thranduil’s attention, freezing him in place. A woman stood with her back to him, but she seemed to be gesturing excitedly about something before she threw herself into Bard’s arms. Thranduil wouldn’t have thought much of it, except he had a perfect view of Bard’s face. His open, loving smile nearly undid him as he realized with an unfair amount of envy that the man was straight. Honestly, what else had Thranduil expected. Look at the way he cut hair!

Thranduil had paused in front of the window watching Bard lock the door to his shop before putting his hand on the woman’s back to lead her down the sidewalk back to his beat-up jeep. Unfortunately, the man looked over at him only to freeze slightly at seeing Thranduil staring back. He gave a small wave and nod of his head before turning back to the woman. Thranduil snorted as he continued to go through his own steps for closing. He thought it would help him get over the man. Instead, he spent all night long thinking about him with her.

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The next morning, Thranduil was unlocking the shop when he heard someone call his name. He looked back over to see Bard jogging over. He had to resist the urge to sneer at the man as he closed the distance.

“Hey, I had a question for you.” Bard started.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Thranduil interrupted.

Bard raised an eyebrow. “I? Yes? Thank you for asking. Sigrid was excited because her editor loved her recent manuscript and it’s going to print next month.”

“You must be very proud.” Thranduil snarked.

“I am, yes.” Bard brightened, Thranduil’s tone clearly going over his head. “But then again, wouldn’t any father?”

Thranduil was immediately brought up short at that. Father…then that woman, Sigrid, was his…

“Sigrid is my daughter, yes.” Bard clarified with a smirk as if he could see Thranduil’s surprise written on his face.

Thranduil’s brows pinched together as he ducked his head, hating his faux pas and how it exposed him. A heavy silence hung over them as he wished more than anything for the other man just to go away so he could lick his metaphorical wounds.

“So anyways.” Bard cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner? With me? It doesn’t have to be tonight, just…sometime.”

Thranduil gave him a sharp look wondering if he was just teasing him at this point.

“Why?” He demanded.

“Because I like you. I think you’re cute, and I realized last night after I caught you staring for the twelve time that you weren’t ever going to do anything about it.”

Thranduil’s grip tightened around the door knob as he glared at the smiling man. He finally released a sigh through his nose.

“I hope your taste in restaurants is better than your taste in hair. I refuse to enter any establishment with the name ‘Shop’ or worse ‘Diner’ in the title.”

“So Bombur’s Diner is out then?” Bard smirked.

Thranduil really hoped he was joking, and it seemed he was as he gave a quick bark of laughter at his face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find somewhere worthy of His Majesty’s presence.”

“You’re annoying.” Thranduil complained. “Go away now. I expect to see you here at six.”

“I look forward to it.” Bard confirmed, giving a short bow before walking back across the street.

Thranduil rolled his eyes as he finally entered his salon. Bard Bowman was even more aggravating in person, and yet Thranduil found himself checking the clock every ten minutes for the rest of the day.

#modern au may #sunny's drabbles #barduil #rival shops au #this man is so petty 😂

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Blossoming Spring

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by SlytherinImpala

Bard and Thranduil meet again as winter gives way to spring following of the Battle of Five Armies.

Words: 3795, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bard the Bowman, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Galion (Tolkien), Feren (Hobbit Movies), Percy (Hobbit Movies), Hilda Bianca, Dáin Ironfoot

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil

Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Battle of Five Armies, playing fast and loose with canon, Snark, Slow Burn, Healing, Friends to Lovers, Scars, movie canon, First Kiss, Getting Together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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ao3feed-tolkien · 11 months

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Blossoming Spring

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by SlytherinImpala

Bard and Thranduil meet again as winter gives way to spring following of the Battle of Five Armies.

Words: 3795, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bard the Bowman, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Galion (Tolkien), Feren (Hobbit Movies), Percy (Hobbit Movies), Hilda Bianca, Dáin Ironfoot

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wcTqObg

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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ao3feed-barduil · 11 months

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Blossoming Spring

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UJcnwQ8

by SlytherinImpala

Bard and Thranduil meet again as winter gives way to spring following of the Battle of Five Armies.

Words: 3795, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bard the Bowman, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Galion (Tolkien), Feren (Hobbit Movies), Percy (Hobbit Movies), Hilda Bianca, Dáin Ironfoot

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil

Additional Tags: Fluff, they are both idiots, Idiots in Love, Post-Battle of Five Armies, playing fast and loose with canon, Snark, Slow Burn, Healing, Friends to Lovers, Scars, movie canon, First Kiss, Getting Together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UJcnwQ8

#the hobbit #barduil #fic #ao3 #bardxthranduil #thranduilxbard

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thranduilofsmirkwood · 2 years

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FUN with Thranduil

#The Hobbit Memes

#thranduil #the hobbit #the hobbit botfa #legolas #lee pace #my edits #orlando bloom #reductress #rebel circus #snark #Re-Edit 10/22

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asking-gereng · 5 years

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So I heard u ship iggy across fandoms... Iggy x thranduil... Imagine the sheer snark and passive intense aggression between them ~~~

I’m sobbing because their eyebrows match

#hetalia #i don't think this counts as gereng #aph england #aph germany #thranduil #apparently #for real tho their snark would be off the charts #Anonymous #🐍#there you go you have a lil place

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wineandthrandy · 2 years

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 132- The Star

Summary: Josie reels from her dream. She and Haldir arrive in Dorwinion City. Thranduil has an undisclosed plan. Josie catches a glimpse from that dream. Narcisse and Josie have words. Josie is unexpectedly cornered. A vision is shared which leaves Josie emotionally reeling.

*Warnings* angst, language, gambling

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"Leean!!" you shouted as you sprung up off of Haldir's shoulder that you had somehow ended up on in your sleep.

"Jo, it is alright. You were dreaming."

You grabbed your chest and closed your eyes as you panted in relief.

"God, what the hell did I just dream? and...I...I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep."

"You were singing and then you slowly stopped as your head rested against the wall. You do not remember me pulling you over to me? You woke up for a a moment and then fell right back asleep as soon as your head laid upon my shoulder. I am sorry, you just looked so uncomfortable."

"No..I...it's alright Haldir. I guess I was just more tired than I realized. Wh..where are we?"

"You arose just in time my lady. We are at the pearly gates of Dorwinion City."

You stretched up to see the huge river surrounding the colossal city. Most of the it looked dead under the onsetting twilight sky except for the shore line, which is where you were headed, but first, a ferry was needed.

There were many boats about on the partially fog covered water, going to and from the lighted bay area. You and Haldir exited the carriage that was parked on the docks by many other ones....and then you saw it. Narcisse's carriage. It was very distinguishable due to the kingly appearance of it. Upon it sat a hunched over snoozing coachman. Your coach sat back and relaxed as he pulled out a flask to indulge in.

"Great. Our driver is going to get sauced while he waits."

"Do not worry Jo, the horses know the way back."

Haldir grinned after his quite cute joke.

"Hilarious." you giggled.

"Come with me. Your chariot awaits my lady."

Haldir took your hand and helped you onto the people filled ferry, and off you all charted across the darkened busy waters.

"So, are you going to tell me why you really wanted to come here tonight?' Haldir asked as you all disembarked the ferry.

"What do you mean? I told you, I need a break from life, if that's what you want to even call it."

"I thought you needed a break from Narcisse, but here we are. Jo, I know he is here."

"And so is half of Dorwinion's residents among others."

"And I could have taken you anywhere to give you a break."

"What are you getting at Haldir?" you scoffed as you turned and halted. "It's a party. I wanted to go. Where else could we have went??"

"The beach maybe, with some wine. You are deflecting Jo."

"The beach? The only beach is right there at the castle that I wanted to escape from for awhile. I'm not deflecting. I'm dehydrated, so let's go get some of that wine." you snarked and continued on your path.

"Right..." Haldir retorted as he rolled his eyes and led the way.

"It would seem the King of Mirkwood is feeling better I see." Jareth declared as he and Harker came into the room to find him standing. "That is good, because you have much explaining to do."

"It would seem you would be the one to explain why I have a wound in my side." Thranduil retorted, toying with them as if he did not know how it got there, but he knew very well what had occurred.

"So the Elvenking thinks he is going to deny that he left his own body and traveled to see his Queen. What kind of fool do you take me for sprite?"

"Are you certain you wish me to answer that?"

"Insults will get you in a far worse scenario than you are in, so I suggest you cooperate."

"Why would I go to see a witch that I despise? All of this is your doing because I will not bow to your commands."

"And after ALL of this, you still refuse to assist me. You could be free, just like that, and go back to your son and perfect little kingdom of disgusting light."

"What you are telling me is if I just agree to your terms, I can walk out of here right now? And you would just believe that I would keep my word?"

"Oh of course not, for I am no fool as you believe. Harker...I think our guest is in need of some more therapy and it will continue to be rendered until I get the results I desire...and only then will you go free. How much are you willing to endure...King? You see, I cannot have any discrepancies in my objectives. Harker, have him taken back to the cage, but first I must speak to you on what needs to be done this time."

The two wicked warlocks left the room while Thranduil turned to the mirror and spoke through clenched teeth.

"I will be free. You will not break me. Not this time. It is you that will be broken..."

As you and Haldir traveled through pathways in between buildings, goosebumps came over you.

"Haldir! Stop!"

"Jo?? What is it??"

"This...place...the buildings, the street...." you anxiously explained as you stared down at the cobblestone beneath your feet. "I...I literally just dreamt of this place!"

You began to frantically look around, searching for the man you had seen.

"Jo, what are you looking for?"

Your eyes kept darting around through the people, and then....you saw him.

"Him!!" you loudly whispered and sprinted off.

'Jo!!" Haldir shouted and raced off after you.

The black cloaked figure whipped around a corner as if he knew he were being followed.

"Wait!! Who are you??" you called to him, but as you came around the corner, he was gone.

You spun around in circles, searching everywhere with your widened eyes....and you smelled it...the lavender and vanilla lingering in the breeze.

"Haldir, did you see him??"

"Who, Jo?? What is wrong??"

"The man in the cloak?? Haldir?? You're an elf, you didn't sense anyone...different?"

"Jo, with all due respect, everyone here is different to me."

"Arrrrgh! You do not smell that??"

"I smell the delicious food coming from that door just over there that we are headed to."

"Oh my god, you are such a man elf...whatever!"

You figured if the man that you saw was anything other than that, Haldir would have picked up his scent long before you ever saw him. You took a deep breath and exhaled...in which you also then smelled the inviting food.

"Jo...WHO are you looking for?"

"It was the man in my dream. He was just here, which is actually a good thing, meaning he's nowhere near Leean. Haldir, he said her name and you know my dreams always mean something."

"I know they do. Try to relax. Did you see his face?"

"I did in my dream...but I do not know him. He's tall, dark and handsome. Blue or green eyes."

"Jo, you just described a multitude of the men here."

"Well, maybe he's going to the party. Let's just go inside. I need a multitude of drinks."

'Me too." Haldir muttered as he opened the door.

As soon as you walked in, there stood Narcisse with a young dark haired boy in fancy attire, maybe twenty, at a gambling table. You had seen him at the castle a few times but didn't know who he was.

Although you were dressed up, you still felt out of place, for when Lola said it was rich people, that surely was an understatement. Most wore attire fitting for Kings and Queens. You may have been a Queen, but no one could surely know that in your simple pale gray dress, decorated with frilly flowers lining the neckline and a tawdry necklace you borrowed from Lola. You didn't dare wear the emerald in public, so Haldir wore it stuffed inside his tunic because you certainly wouldn't risk going anywhere without it. You missed your moonstone pendant, but it needed to be in safe keeping as well, with Garrett and with that thought, you knew you would see him again, if only for that reason.

Servants carried around trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks, mostly champagne and wine, but Haldir went straight for the wicked Dorwinion ale that he greatly enjoyed. Even the servants, all female, were dressed better than you.

You took a glass of wine as you stood behind the crowd and peeked through at Narcisse, who strangely was empty handed in the spirits department. You figured him to be slamming them back by now, like he was when you saw him back at the castle. This raised your suspicions even more that he intended to participate in the midnight madness underground, and wanted to be clear headed.

Haldir was speaking to a few men at the beer table whom he seemed to be acquainted with. From the bits you heard while your eyes creeped on Narcisse, it was about his jewelry making skills that many there were fond of, which reminded you of the dreamcatcher you left under your pillow in your cursed old room back at the castle, along with the letter you wrote to Thranduil. Surely the servants that cleaned the rooms must have found them by now and you were going to inquire about that when you returned. among other items such as Garrett's Bon Jovi album.

Since Haldir was in his own little world at the moment, you slowly moved through the crowd to view the game of craps, which seemed to be the most popular and biggest one, for it was centered in the room. You continued to stand behind some taller people and gazed through the gaps when you could, catching glimpses of a big bald and drunken man rule the game. Loud cheers startled you each time he won because you were just too small to see all that was happening, until the people in front of you moved on, leaving you in plain sight.

Narcisse was talking to the boy and began to glance in your direction as if he could sense you, his sparkling blue eyes wandering about...and then they found yours.

You stood frozen as he looked at you in shock, lowering your eyes as your heart raced.

Why on earth were you so on edge of him knowing you were there? It wasn't like you could hide from him all night, and why were you even hiding? You purposely came there for him, in fear of what he might get himself in to. It unnerved you that you even cared after what he had done...but you did.

You spun around to stupidly walk away as if he had not seen you or would come after you, because that's exactly what he did, cutting you off mid retreat.

"Well well well, what do we have here? I thought I smelled cherries."

You gasped, almost spilling your wine as you swiftly halted or you would have ran straight into him.

"Cat got your tongue girl?" he asked as you stood speechless, inhaling the whiff of his peppermint scent that carried behind his abrupt interception of you.

God that was the same thing Thranduil had said to you when you first stood before him and your reaction hadn't been any different either as you peered up at Stephane with a loss for words. Of course, when you found your voice this time, you were your redhaired attitude came out.

"My tongue works just fine thank you."

"Does it now?"

Narcisse's brow lifted accompanied by a dirty grin.

"You are so repulsive sometimes, you know that?" you retorted and rolled your eyes. You certainly didn't find his looks that way though, for you were smitten with his fine attire that fit him like a glove, accentuating his manly form. Now you knew why you were so nervous. You were extremely attracted to him.

"Why are you here?" he bluntly asked after your insult.

"For the reason anyone else is here. To have a good time. It's a party is it not? And open to anyone. I came with Haldir if you must know. Why are you here?"

"Ahhh the boring uptight elf. How do you put him and good time in the same sentence? If you wanted to come, I would have brought you myself. Oh wait, that's right. I am not good enough for the likes of you. One minute you're kissing me, the next you're accusing me of attempted murder among other things....and then you magically show up here. Go home Jo. This is not your scene. Trust me."

"Oh stop it Stephane. You're going to get a nose bleed up there on your high horse. I apologized and I will not beg you to forgive me and you will certainly not tell me what to do. I believe your words were...you command nothing."

"Touche' Josephine. Well, you shouldn't keep your date waiting. I wish I could say it was nice chatting with you. Have a good night."

Narcisse began to walk away and you grabbed his arm.

"Not so fast. You didn't answer me as to why you are here, and with that boy as well. Seems to be no place for a child."

"Since when do I owe you an explanation for what I do and where I go? I am here for the same reasons you claim to be here, although I highly doubt that fine working tongue of yours is being truthful. And that boy is plenty of age to be here. He is Catherine's son, Charles, and he would have came tonight regardless of my attendance, but it is better that I am here to keep him safe."

"You...care for the boy. Well my my. I didn't know you had it in your cold black heart to care for anyone other than yourself. I am impressed."

Narcisse glanced over and saw Charles now playing the game.

"I must go now. Wish I could say it has been a pleasure."

He walked off and went straight up to Charles, who had laid out a pile of gold coins and jewels on the table. You discreetly followed out of curiosity.

"What are you doing?' Narcisse scolded him.

"What does it look like? I am playing, and winning at that."

"I can see that, but you are betting all that have."

"Your point is? I have plenty of riches from my father's passing. This is merely pocket change."

"That may be so, but it is not wise nor responsible."

"Narcisse...this is a place of gambling or have you forgotten that is why we are here? Lighten up. You sound like my mother, which is quite annoying. You're not going to tell her about this when she returns right? She's still quite bitter that she was cut out of the will and got nothing. Now that I am of age, this is rightfully mine and I can do as I please with it."

You could see it all over Stephane's face, knowing he had Catherine locked in his dungeons and that Charles did not know that yet. He almost looked worried for what the boy would think of him, and Narcisse wasn't one to care about such things. It only proved to you once more that his heart wasn't so cold and black like you had just told him it was. You also wondered what the story was with this kid that Stephane seemed to have genuine affection for.

"No, of course I will not tell her."

"Good. Now, let's have a little fun shall we?"

The entire room went silent as he pushed the large wager forward, confirming his bet and they all watched like hawks, including you as Charles rolled the dice.

"House wins." the croupier called out after the losing roll.

Narcisse looked more devastated for the boy than disappointed. You even felt bad and you didn't even know him.

Charles stormed off and Narcisse followed him. You then went to find Haldir, but noticed him now speaking with a trio of women, so you decided to go find the ladies room.

Of course, not knowing the place, you got lost and ended up in some desolate area. As you went to turn around and head back the way you came, you smelled it. The lavender and vanilla. You froze as you heard a door close behind you.

Upon slowly turning around, there stood the tall, dark and handsome man you had seen in your dream, minus the cloak, dressed in all black leather, staring at you.

"Hello Josephine."

You gasped at how he came out of nowhere.

"You...." is all you cold muster out in your fright as you backed up.

"Yes. It is I. Do not be alarmed. I mean you no harm. I see you are well aware of me. I knew that would come in due time, which is why I am here. It is finally time that we met."

"I...you...were in my dream. Who are you and what do you want with my daughter?! Are you a...death dealer??"

The man chuckled. "No, Josephine. I assure you I am nothing of the sort."

"Well you certainly know my name and yet I do not know you." you flatly stated as you were now backed against the wall.

"Apologies my lady. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Clairmont." he politely said as he offered a head bow.

"Am...I supposed to know you?" you asked in confusion as he just stared at you again.

"No, but it is time that you do."

"Alright?? Well, how about you start explaining that and also answer my question about my daughter."

"Ahh yes, your dream. I did that so you would be aware of me before I came. I did not want to catch you off guard and frighten you."

"And you don't think that vague dream did not frighten me?? And I saw you earlier in the streets. I called to you and you ran off. Why??"

"It was not my intentions to scare you...and it was not the right time to speak with you because of your guest. Haldir does not care for my kind, that is why I waited until you were alone."

"Your kind? Who the hell are you?? or better yet, WHAT are you?"

The door you came in opened and slammed shut as Haldir protectively stepped in front of you with his sword drawn on the man.

"He's a vampire." the Marchwarden snarled.

"Haldir of Lorien, I wish I could say it is a pleasure to see you again." Matthew sarcastically said as he leaned on a chair with a cocky stance. "There will be no need for the weapon. I come in peace. They were right about Josephine's blood. I do not crave it. And as you know, I certainly do not crave yours."

Haldir kept his sword in place, along with a death glare. "I do not know how you got past my senses before, but you have not this time. What do you want with the Queen?"

"Magic." he quipped and winked.

"Wait, what? You're a vampire? I did not know either Haldir.....now answer him vampire....what do you want with me or my child??"

"I would rather discuss that with you in private, my lady."

"Anything you have to say, you can say in front of Haldir. Now out with it already!"

You stepped beside Haldir and laced your fingers into his.

"Very well. There is no better way to explain this than to just show you. May I?" Matthew asked as he held out his hand in a gesture to take yours.

"I would rather you just speak, considering what you are."

"Ahhh, the never trust a vampire rule. Smart girl....although the girl has befriended four of them and three others are relatives."

"I see you've done your homework on my life. Two of those relatives betrayed me immensely. My circle of vampire trust is quite small and I like it that way."

"Someday it will be eight," he said with an anxious look and then sipped on his wine.

You could finally see his eyes in the fireplace light. They were blue....and still very kind.

"And I presume the eighth will be you huh?"

He sat his wine down and folded his hands at his waist. "I will begin my story when your elven guard returns his sword to it's sheath."

You glanced up at the pursed lipped elf and lightly nodded. Haldir reluctantly lowered it, but refused to sheath it.

"Fair enough. I, like yourself, have a gift of prophetic dreams. But unlike you, I also see them in my waking hours. I have no control over them or know they will come."

You quickly looked up at Haldir again. "Foresight, like...Elrond?"

"That would be the only thing he would have in common with an elf." Haldir snarked.

"Haldir, I understand your hatred for vampires after what happened to your parents and I am sorry for your loss, but I assure you, we are not all evil like Craven. Even Josephine here believes that. I know Lord Elrond of Imladris quite well actually and he and I are not on any bad terms."

"Lord Elrond is not here to validate your claims and you do not speak for the Queen."

"Please just continue. What do your dreams or visions have to do with me or Leeanduil?"

"Everything. I have been having them for years, trying to figure out who you could be or why I would dream of a human, until a vision showed me of your powers...and of your husband, King Thranduil. I saw your upcoming wedding, but I still did not understand why I would be shown that. My condolences by the way on your loss as well. From my vision, I could see you loved him very much and he you."

Your eyes began to well up as you held your chest.

"This is enough. You are upsetting her!" Haldir snapped.

"I assure you that was not my intentions. May I continue?" Matthew gently asked as he peered down into your eyes.

You nodded, causing a tear to free itself.

On the night of November 2nd, I was walking the shore line in Oxford, lost in thought when out of nowhere, a shooting star flew across the sky, the brightest pink I had ever seen and then I heard a child cry. And with that joyous sound, a vision consumed me, I was unable to move, only watch as I saw....my future."

"Your...future? and...wait, that is Leean's birthday. I..I don't understand..."

"Then please...let me show you. I have the power for you to see."

Matthew's eyes were wide with delight, begging for you to let him show you what had made him so happy.

"Jo, do not do it. It's a trick of some sort." Haldir insisted.

"No..Haldir. My intuitive power tells me it is not." you explained as you stared at Matthew.

You reached out your hand and he walked up to you and took your hand. His skin was expectably cold, his touch was so tender, reminding you so much of Garrett.

"Are you ready my lady?"

"Yes..." you whispered.

A white flash of light blinded your sight and then a vision slowly came into focus. Not only could you see the vision, but you could hear it. A song played in the background.

'Loving you, isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel?'

You recognized it. Stevie Nicks.

And then you saw her....Leean...all grown up...and you knew that because of the dream you had of her once, holding Ashmole. Beautiful moonstone eyes like Thranduil and she looked so happy...and...in love....with Matthew. The way she looked at him, and he her was how you and Thranduil looked at each other.

It took a toll on you emotionally for a multitude of reasons and you released his hand with a gasp. For one, Thranduil would roll over in his grave. You hated to have such a thought, but it was true. He would never understand. His hatred for Garrett validated that. She was more like you than you thought she would be.... Leean was in love with a vampire.

"Now do you understand Josephine? She is my star."

You began to tremble. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming happiness and sadness you felt combined, and you didn't know what to do with it. Your chest was tightening. Your little girl was merely a month old, a baby and there she was before your eyes, a woman. You couldn't remove your eyes from Matthew's. My god...you were staring into the eyes of your future son in law.........

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Bagginshield AU prompt again with lots of detail. (Edit: okay accidental mini fic. May expand...)

Reincarnation.

College buddies Bilbo and Thranduil remember, and own a cute little hot chocolate shop, all the flavors you could imagine, plus any you could come up with when you visited. Thranduil's got a massively different personality now but the snark is still there. He and Bilbo try to out snark each other, daily.

One day Thorin, Elrond, and Bard walk in. Neither of the three remember. Immediately they catch on to what the former hobbit and elf are doing and watch silently in amusement. The others who follow them in have trouble holding their snickers in, catching their attention.

Legolas who walked in with them, rolls his eyes, "Adar, none of them remember."

Gimli raises and eyebrow at him. "I thought his name was Thrandol?"

"Thranduil. Adar means father."

"In what language?"

"Sindarin. Adar, I'm going to see if I can jog their memories like I did with yours and Bilbo's."

The former elf king smirks and begins recording on his phone, and the rest of customers look confused.

"Arkenstone." Bilbo grimaces slightly but continues watching.

"Dragon, Erebor, gold sickness, giant spiders, dwarrow, hobbits, elves, One Ring, Sauron, Smuag, Boromir, Faramir, Azog-", by the time he reaches Smuag most look shocked, some are crying and hugging the shit outta each other, then Legolas ends with one last one:

"Bilbo that chainmail shirt was a damn courting gift."

At that point everyone but Thranduil is crying, though he does end the video and hit delete. Nobody needed to see that. Nope. What video?

He also didn't think anyone needed to see the former dwarf king peppering Bilbo with kisses, and vice versa.

#bagginshield #this was supposed to be funny but look what I did #oops #bilbo baggins #thorin

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Dragons Of The North

Summary: The new Lady of Imladris finds an unconventional familiar. Her husband, Lord Elrond, has some concerns.

Notes: Yes, this character has the same name as my OC in Timeless Warrior. But they are not the same as this character is me and well.... Long story short, not tied to TW. Just the mini-verse @themerriweathermage and I created.

Also, I haven’t tagged people in these, but if you’re on my everything tag and you want in on these spontaneous one-shots, let me know!

There were times, even as long as he had been in Middle Earth, that Elrond had a hard time wrapping his head around how wildly his life had changed in each of the ages. From being kidnapped by cousins to becoming Gil-Galad’s herald to founding Rivendell and fighting in the Last Alliance. He dealt with Gandalf and his Company of 13 Dwarves and the dragon that brought about.

But now the most recent - and wildest - development for Middle Earth and Arda as a whole: humans from a completely different universe. Ones who knew everything about Middle Earth.

Elrond remembers vividly when they were brought to Rivendell, both slowly filling with fear from being in an unknown land, but one refusing to acknowledge it. She instantly had Elrond’s attention from the first moment. She was protective of the friend she had come with, staying close to keep an eye out even when it meant neglecting her own mental health. She hid her emotions behind a layer of snark and sarcasm, refusing to let anyone treat her less than just because she wasn’t from that world.

His people would say she reminded them of a wolf, the way she prowled around the halls and acted as a protective shadow over her friend. Elrond believed her to be more like a dragon: fierce and full of fire. Ready to strike and push back at anyone or anything that threatened to destroy her or her friend.

It was easy to see how he fell in love with her. But what was always confusing to him, was that she returned his feelings. Before it was known that the Valar would bless the two travelers, it was clear that Elrond would out live his soon-to-be-wife and sail West. But she accepted his hand anyway.

That’s when word from the Valar reached the Grey Havens: they were visiting to bless the humans with immortality. And before they arrived, the humans wanted to make permanent changes to carry over. One wished to change their body and go as Brenior, feeling more comfortable in his new form. The other only wanted to change her name, going forth as Phoenix. Both explained the names they picked were after characters they had created long ago. Characters that had been a way to release problems they had encountered in their past world.

And it didn’t surprise Elrond that she chose a name that was covered in flames. She had fire in her soul.

But she was alone. Not in the traditional sense. She had Elrond and her friends in Rivendell, and Brenior even when he was gone to Mirkwood. Her and Brenior had proven to adapt to Arda; forming a fea bond with their husbands and Brenior had a familiar....even if it was a warg. Phoenix had practiced a nature-based religion back in her world. But she had yet to find her own familiar. Her own animal partner.

Granted, it wasn’t as common in Imladris as most animals wandered the valley floor. But even Elrond had one. Though, that had been unintentional. Phoenix had adopted two puppies from the kennel master, missing having dogs run around with her. But one, the one Phoenix named Nymeria, had bonded with Elrond much to his surprise. And became his familiar. Her brother, Rhaegal, however was just content with being a pet. And the more that Phoenix watched Brenior with his warg or Nymeria follow Elrond around, the more she yearned for one of her own.

Today they had traveled to Mirkwood with Glorfindel to visit Brenior and Thranduil and Elrond hoped being around more animals would bring what his wife desired.

Bren greeting them at the gate, with his warg Baranor. And behind him...

“Is that one of those Dol Guldur spiders?!” Phoenix looked paler than normal and Elrond was afraid she may actually faint.

Bren looked down at the giant spider sheepishly. “Yeah, not sure what is going on, but it keeps following me around Mirkwood and even finds a place to sleep each night. It doesn’t attach anyone and in fact, pretty much ignores anyone.”

“I- I need a moment. I’ll meet you guys inside later.”

Elrond grabbed his wife’s arm gently. “Do you want company, melleth-nin?”

“No, thank you. I promise I won’t wander too far.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before leaving down a path into the woods.

Elrond and Glorfindel followed after Brenior into the Mirkwood palace, Elrond looking over his shoulder at the direction his wife disappeared. Feren approached the group.

“Do not fear, Lord Elrond. As long as the Lady keeps to the path, she will remain safe.”

Glorfindel spoke up. “It will also increase her chances of finding her familiar.”

Elrond gave an uneasy glance at the warg and spider. “That’s what I worry about.”

Thranduil showed all the hospitality of Mirkwood to his Imladris visitors, but the longer the day dragged on, the more Elrond became distracted. As he sat in Thranduil’s study with Glorfindel and Brenior, Elrond couldn’t help but be worried at how long his wife had been gone. And when night fell, Elrond was finally at his breaking point, wanting to ride out to find her. Until Feren came running into the study, worry and fear all over his face.

“King Thranduil, it’s Lady Phoenix.”

Elrond was on his feet in seconds. “What about my wife? What happened to her?!”

Feren realized how his words might have been taken. “She is fine, my Lord. But-”

“But what?!”

“Elrond!” Thranduil spoke sternly. “Let my Captain respond!”

Elrond took a deep breath and looked back over at Feren, who seemed to have seen his life before his eyes at the sight of the feral Half-Elven worried over his wife. “My apologies, Feren.”

“It is quite alright, My Lord. My words were misleading. She has returned but....she has a baby dragon with her and covered in ash.”

It almost seemed possible for Thranduil’s eyes to pop out of his head. “A baby WHAT?!”

Elrond was more focused on his wife. “Why is she covered in ash?!”

“Have you ever tried to hatch a dragon egg before?” Phoenix’s voice drifting in from the doorway. “It’s not easy and I knew it had to be done before I returned.”

“You cannot bring a dragon into my kingdom!” Thranduil roared and for the first time in centuries, Elrond considering punching the king in the face.

But his wife didn’t need him to come to her rescue. Just like many times before. “Oh, shove the attitude, you walking disco ball. I don’t live here and this poor thing is just a baby. It doesn’t even have a fire stream yet.”

While none of the elves understood what Phoenix had called Thranduil, it was clear she was disrespecting him in some aspect.

Elrond watched as the tiny black and red dragon sat atop his wife’s shoulder, nuzzling into her cheek. “Thranduil, open your eyes. It is clear my wife has finally found her familiar.”

Brenior got up from his spot and walked over to his best friend. “I’m glad I’m no longer alone in an unconventional familiar. What are you going to name him?”

Phoenix reached over and scratched the dragon’s tiny head. “With his color pattern, I was thinking Drogon.”

“Game of Thrones?”

“Yup. Shares the same look as one of those dragons.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Brenion laughed.

Thranduil couldn’t let go at a dragon being in Mirkwood. “Elrond, you are just going to let your wife keep it?!”

Elrond sighed, “while I am not comfortable with a dragon taking residence in Imladris, when have you ever known either of these two to listen to a command? As long as my wife promises the safety of our people, I am willing to give this a try....nervously, but a try none the less.”

Phoenix smiled. “I promise, the moment he becomes a problem, he is gone. Regardless of his size.”

Elrond sighed again. “I hope this does not become a problem. May I ask again, why you are covered in ash?”

Phoenix wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Hatching a dragon egg is dangerous and takes magic. Magic I don’t have. But I knew of a technique from my books back home.”

“Do I wish to know?”

“Not if you want to sleep at night. Let’s just say, only death can pay for life and Middle Earth has one less orc.”

Elrond shook his head as he lead his wife out of Thranduil’s study. “You are right, melleth-nin. The less I know the better I will feel.”

Drogon let out a tiny shriek and flapped his wings as he sat on Phoenix’s shoulder. Elrond was not sure of this familiar, but if it made his wife happy, he was willing to give it a try.

#dragons #lord of the rings #the hobbit #elrond #elrond x original female character #original female character #not tied to timeless warrior #mini verse #elrond pov #dragons of the north #middle earth mischief

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