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gloomwitchwrites · 4 months

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Winter Gem

Thranduil x Female Elf Reader

Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.

A/N: For @firelightinferno

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“The first snows have arrived.”

“It has come early.”

Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. “Indeed.”

You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.

“You look ready for your hunt,” observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.

“Yes,” reply softly. “I plan on heading out for a bit.”

His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. “In this weather?”

You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduil’s gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.

“Is my king telling me I cannot?” You’re teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.

“As long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.” Even though Thranduil’s tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.

Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.

Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if they’ve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.

In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.

“Enjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.”

You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.

It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.

Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. It’s the first time he’s been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.

While tracking, he lost something precious.

Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.

He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.

This hunt—your hunt—is about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.

Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But you’ve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.

Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.

As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. It’s not ideal, but you can manage.

Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, it’s sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.

Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.

“Found you.”

The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.

The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.

Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.

Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.

Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.

The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. It’s freezing. Temperature isn’t usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. It’s as if you’ve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.

You walk and walk, and you have no idea if you’ve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and you’re not sure how far you’ve gone, or if you’re simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps you’re imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.

You’re not dressed for this sort of weather.

And you’re tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesn’t seem so bad. It’s fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.

As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.

You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.

A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesn’t seem real.

There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.

“Thranduil,” you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“I found you, my star.”

There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.

You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.

Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.

“You’re awake.” Thranduil’s voice is a gentle, comforting hug.

Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.

“You came looking for me,” you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.

“Did you think I would not?” he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.

You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. “When did you start to worry?”

Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. “When the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.” You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. “I gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.” He pauses. “I’m not sure my heart could take any more loss.”

The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. “I do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.”

Thranduil nods. “There is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.”

“Perhaps I strayed too close,” you murmur.

“Perhaps,” replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.

Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.

He does not release your hand. “I know why you left.”

“Thranduil—”

“You did not need to explain. I understand why.” Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. “I am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.”

You turn into his touch. “That ring is important to you.”

“Many things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.”

Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. “Are you mad?”

“Never.”

“Will you hold me?”

“For as long as you like.”

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lem0nshark-writes · 2 years

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"Unexpected Mornings"

Thranduil x Male Reader

Type: Soft smut (?)

Word count: 1003

Warnings: technically a nb reader because no gender specific language was used but written with m!reader in mind :), elf reader, Thranduil being a FLIRT, Thranduil lowkey being a whore, maximum shameless flirting mode, nervous and awkward reader, not really a smut but I dunno what else to mark it, mostly it's leaning towards smutty themes XD so smut mark it is XD

Summary: You are Thranduil's personal assistant and have a major crush on him, and unknown to you it is very obvious and he knows.

A/N: Request by a lovely reader on wattpad.

My dudes sorry I didn't update for a while and it took me so long to get to my requests. I've kind of had a lot of bad things happen this past year and even more so this past couple of months and my mental health has gone down in that period but now I'm slowly getting back together and onto writing again so thank you very much for your patience and sticking with me! Also had a weird hyperfocus high happen this past 2 days and basically wrote 3 full oneshot requests within 24 hrs 😅 so expect more fics out these days once I get to edit them around and proofread them 😁

I hope you all have fun reading this little fic and have a great day!! 💕

You made your way down the tall halls of Mirkwood's palace, your robes flowing behind you as you took long strides through many corridors and turns, heading towards your king's chambers, hands tightly wrapped around a stack of papers.

See, you were king Thranduil's trusted personal assistant, always there whenever he needed it, doing everything and anything he asked and thus ended up high in his ranks. Second in command if you will, after Legolas that is.

You came to the tall doors of the entrance to his chambers, knocking quickly and not bothering waiting for a response, hurrying straight into the room, eyes glued to the papers nestled in your hands.

"Sir I have the papers you asked of me to find.." you hurriedly entered his room flipping through the papers to once again check and see whether you've brought all of them and if they were all in order, walking further into the room whilst doing so.

Finally looking up, to say you were shocked by what you saw would be and understatement. Cheeks shot up in warmth at the speed of light, placing a hand over your mouth and flushed cheeks and eyes and immediately stuttering, you quickly did an 180° turning around, eager to rush out of the room as fast as possible.

He was half naked, luxurious sleeping robes partially hanging draped down his arms and lower back, back fully naked and his smooth skin glistening in the morning light that creeped through the windows through the trees of the beautiful forest. Body partially facing you as he seemed quite unbothered by the state you caught him in, even seemed a tad bit amused.

"Oh my Erú I'm so sorry sir!! I should have knocked!" you mentally slapped yourself over and over again for your mistake, the image of Thranduil seeming to have left quite an impact on your mind, the picture not seeming to leave it whatsoever.

"I'm gonna get out and let you change-" you quickly made your way to the door, hurriedly trying to escape this hell of a situation.

Thranduil, staying quiet till now, smirks before speaking, amusement laced along his tone, "No please, help me out."

Hand on the handle you choked on air, trying to cough it out as casually as you could, hesistantly turning around before slowly making your way towards him, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs but feeling his teasing gaze all over you, not leaving your figure.

See Thranduil knew about your little secret, he knew you had a tiny little huge crush on him (and quite frankly he was fond of you too) and was 100% using it against you at all times, in a good way of course. Seeing just how much he could get you all flustered and bothered around him.

As you fumbled with his robes, suddlenly completely forgetting how clothes work, desperately avoiding eye contact and, well, staring at his perfect well toned body, Thranduil's piercing gaze burned holes into yours, so much it made small droplets of sweat trinkle your forehead and temples.

"You seem.. rather nervous darling Y/n, .. something on your mind?" he spoke as the corners of his lips upturned into a teasing smirk, tilting his head slightly to the side to get a better look at your face that you desperately tried to hide, thinking he doesn't have a clear visual of how nervous and flustered he made you.

"No, not at all sir-.." you pulled your lips into a thin line, eyes quickly darting over his clothes and your fiddling fingers, trying to get this over as soon as possible.

He humms, clearly letting you know he's not buying it as you finish up getting him all dressed up, "Do I make you nervous?" he asked with a smirk on his face, head still tilted slightly as his icy blue eyes pierced into yours, stepping in closer, your bodies now dangerously close to each other.

You tried not to bolt out of the room then and there, screaming internally but not moving an inch, frozen in your spot.

"S-Sir I-I.." you tried to mutter out but your tongue, and your mind too, being completely unable to form proper words let alone sentences.

"Hmm? What is it? What?" he spoke softly, dreamy gaze tracing all over your face, hand finding it's way into your long hair, fiddling with a strand playfully.

Your brain tried to process what was going on but you could swear it turned into a complete mush the moment you were in 1m radius of the beautiful king, and while you were trying to get your body to respond to your internal screetching, you failed to notice said king moving in closer, but the soft feeling of his lips on yours made sure you were brought back to reality.

Eyes darting wide open and brain working even faster it took you a bit to catch onto what was going on before you, without any thought made whatsoever, melted into the kiss, heat of the situation had your cheeks feeling like lava. But before you could completely turn into a steaming puddle in his hands he pulled away, soft smile on his lips.

"Is this what was on your mind?" He asked, tone voiced with amusement and slight smirk spreading on his face.

Your cheeks burst back into flames, "N-No!- Yes.." you looked down, slightly embarrassed by your apparently so obvious crush on him.

"Hm!" He let out, chuckling gently, amused by your answer.

He moved away from your still frozen form, fixing up his luscious hair before speaking, "Dinner tonight 8 pm, don't be late," he mused making his way to the exit door of his chambers with confident strike.

"Now lets go, we have lots of work to do!" he let out nonchalantly, hiding a smirk from your flustered self.

You quickly nodded, getting yourself out of your frozen state and quickly rushing to follow the tall man suit.

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luna-redamancy · 1 year

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Hello! I adore your Thranduil headcanons! Can I ask for some Thranduil headcanons where he got his human wife a puppy so she won't feel lonely while he was at political meetings and she said "It is sad that they don't live for long." and he says that he can get her an another one if it dies. She wants to joke around and answer "Am I being the replacement of your old wife in that equation?" He takes it serious and sad that his wife feel this way but turns out she just wanted to make a joke?

Hello my dear!!

I'm so glad you enjoy my writing! I hope you enjoy this, I'm in a bit of a writer's block today.

“What’s this?” You covered your mouth as excitement began to bubble in your chest. Thranduil had set aside the two of you to have a nice lunch in the gardens, and towards the end he brought you to another section of the garden where this little fellow was napping.

“I no longer wanted you to feel lonely, since I do not get to spend as much time with you as I used to,” Thranduil reasoned as you crouched down to watch the sleeping pup, a look of adoration on your face.

“Thank you,” You replied earnestly, not knowing what else to say as the animal began to awaken due to the noise.

“Hello little one,” You cooed as it stood up, stretching before wagging its tail and running up to you to smell and lick on your fingers.

“It’s so sad that dogs don’t live for very long,” You murmured, already feeling yourself grow attached as you began to give the puppy head scratches.

Thranduil crouched next to you, holding his own hand out for the pup to smell while the other placed a comforting hand on your back- thinking your statement was out of fear of being lonely once more. “Do not fret, I will ensure that you aren’t lonely again, my love. I will find you another should this one pass.”

Nodding, you fought the urge to laugh at the irony, “In that case, would you consider me a replacement for your former wife then?”

He paused, not speaking as you got the attention of the puppy onto you once more, now giving it belly rubs as you cooed at it. How could he have been so foolish? Noticing his silence, you turned, a confused look covering your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I never knew you felt that way,” He murmured, a serious look on his face as he dragged his gaze from the grass to you.

“Thranduil I was just–”

“I didn’t marry you because I was needing to replace my wife, or because I was wanting to have a wife again I–”

“I know, Thranduil,” You pulled a hand away from the puppy, reaching out towards him and holding his hand gently in yours.

“I was just teasing, my love, I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.”

Thranduil visibly relaxed, but you could see the seriousness still hid behind his eyes as he nodded at you, bringing your connected hands up to his lips so he could press a kiss to the back of your hand.

While you may have said you were teasing, he was already devising a plan on how to make it up to you. To show he married you because he loves and cherishes you. Not letting his thoughts pull him from reality, he let a soft smile take hold of his face as you resumed playing with the puppy.

“What will you name them?”

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deadlymistletoe · 9 months

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An Execution

Pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader

Genre: Angst/comfort

Description: When you’re forced to witness an execution performed by the man you love, Legolas shields you from the sight, but Thranduil still has to reassure you later.

Warnings: Beheading (not graphic), mentions of assault.

Word count: 1148

The man leered at you from where he knelt in the middle of the ring of elves.

You took a breath, averting your gaze to somewhere over his soon-to-be-detached head and failed to notice the worried glance from the elf beside you.

Legolas glanced between you, the human who had his father so smitten, and said father. Truth be told, he didn’t think you should be here. Yes, according to the customs you had to be here, seeing as you were the one the man had attacked, but he could also see the faint tremor in your stance, and he hated that you had to see his father in a light you’d never had to see before.

His father was happy, more than he had been in years, because of you, and Legolas was terrified that this would scare you off once and for all, leaving his father heartbroken once again.

When you’d gone to Dale with Thranduil, the man had taken one look at your close proximity to the king and the adoring gaze he looked at you with and seen his chance at revenge against the elves who’d ‘caused’ his sister's death.

It hadn’t been hard for him to corner you when you got separated from the other elves at the marketplace. You’d been drawn to the stall filled with flowers at the edge of the marketplace and he’d taken his chance, convincing you that he had some rare flowers the stall didn't offer in his wife’s garden. No need to mention that he didn’t have a wife.

After that you were just lucky that Thranduil had sent someone to find you, and the bruises that had quickly formed around your throat and your hysteric state were evidence enough for Bard to agree to hand over the man to the elves' justice system.

Those same bruises still stood out against your skin, your dress doing nothing to cover them up. You shivered, although the air was warm, thoughts racing through your head as the man’s sentencing crime was read out.

Were you about to be responsible for someone’s death? Yes, he was a horrible man, and yes, you’d never asked for his execution, but you hadn’t argued against it either. You’d even felt a sick sort of relief at the decision to end the man's life.

Your breathing picked up and you felt your hands begin to sweat as the gleaming sword was handed to Thranduil, your lover stepping towards the man, whose dark, leering eyes were still on you.

This was his own fault, you knew that, Thranduil had drilled it into your head that nothing was your fault for days afterwards. The law of the elves said that harm or assault towards one of their own was met with execution, and while it warmed your heart that the elves of Mirkwood thought of you as one of them, part of you still felt sick. Felt like you were to blame. You’d followed him, hadn’t you? Left those who were to keep you safe behind without a second thought?

The blade was lined up with the man's throat, the man’s eyes drilled into yours and you couldn’t look away.

The blade was pulled back. It swung forwards.

You let out a gasp as arms wrapped around your shoulders, spinning you around so your face was pressed into a green covered shoulder as the sound of metal swung through the air and a dull thud was heard.

Legolas met his father’s eyes over your head as you trembled against him, and saw the gratitude in his father’s eyes.

Gratitude that you hadn’t had to see this side of him.

When Thranduil entered your shared chambers you were in the same place you had been since you had been escorted back hours before.

You were perched in the middle of the bed, knees pulled to your chest. You startled when he moved into your line of vision and he inwardly winced. This was exactly what he’d been afraid of.

He paused at the end of the bed, thankful that he’d made sure no blood was left on his robe, before he sat down on the edge, holding out a hand to you.

He held his breath, watching as you eyed his hand, the same hand the sword had swung from, before taking it and moving to sit beside him at the end of the bed.

You were both silent for a moment before he spoke, quietly, as if afraid of startling you. “I’m sorry you had to be there for that.”

“It’s okay.” You murmured. “Legolas made sure I didn’t see it.”

“Yes,” He squeezed your hand. “I thanked him for that.” He hesitated before continuing. “He was worried you would want to leave if you saw me like that.”

“Like what?” You murmured. “Like a king doing his duty?”

Thranduil swallowed. “Like a monster.”

You snapped your head around to look at him. Did he honestly think..?

“No,” You hurried to reassure him. “You're not a monster. You were just…”

“Just what?” His piercing eyes met yours and you were unable to look away. “Just ending somebody’s life without a single ounce of sympathy? Because I don’t regret ending that man’s life. I only regret doing it with you there.”

“I don’t expect you to.” You whispered, falling silent again.

Thranduil sighed, bringing your hand up to his mouth to place a lingering kiss on your knuckles. “That man deserved everything he got. It is not your fault that he chose you to take out his anger on, nor that he got caught.”

You swallowed. “He said… he said that he had a sister… that the elves killed her.”

“I know.” He hummed. “It is not the first time I have seen that man. His sister fell into the enchanted river when they were children sneaking out to explore. Legolas’ patrol found them and pulled her out but it was too late. She drowned and he has blamed us ever since.”

“Oh, that’s horrible.” You whispered, feeling a sudden wave of sympathy.

He looked at you sharply. “That does not excuse his actions towards you. There are elves in this kingdom who have lost family because of humans and yet they do not condemn you for being human, do they?”

You sighed. You knew he was right. You leaned against his side. “I know. I just don’t like feeling responsible for someone’s death.”

He turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “You're not. And I don’t care if it takes years, I will prove it to you in every way possible, until it doesn’t even cross your mind.”

“I love you.” You whispered, not knowing what to say. Never before had someone been this dedicated to your feelings.

“And I love you, you silly human.” He murmured back. “Now let me show you how much.”

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multific · 8 months

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Whatever the Queen Wants

Thranduil x Reader

Summary: On a boring day you have time to walk around, and recall different memories from your past.

You loved taking walks in the woods and your gardens.

Seeing your kingdom bloom and glow just did something to you, it was special.

Spring was your favourite season. Seeing new life everywhere around you made you want to be a mother once again.

You could still recall when your son was born.

Legolas became the center of your world in a simple moment. As soon as the midwife-elf placed him in your arms, it was over.

Both for you and for your husband.

He was the cutest little elfling you have ever seen. Looked just like your husband but behaved just like you.

Even when he was little, you took him out to the gardens on walks, showing him the world. Every single time you looked at all the different rose bushes or hydrangeas all you could see was him as a little elf let's elfling playing amongst them, you just wished you had something to capture that moment with so you would be able to show it to your husband.

Now Legolas was a fully grown up elf, who was more interested in all the different kinds of fighting styles than nature, and also your husband did sometimes had time to spend with you right now he was too busy with his kingly duties, so you were left alone to walk the woods and your gardens.

And that is exactly what you were doing that day. You woke up and somehow amazingly sunny it was that day, so you made your way out to your favorite place in the garden. Your favorite place was where there were these huge hydrangea bushes, all different colors and shapes and sizes you loved every single one of them.

That part of the garden was a present from your husband to you as an anniversary gift. Since he knew how much you adored flowers, he added every single flower that she liked to the garden just to please you.

There were different statues as well in the garden, all of them beautiful.

You left out a long side on your way to your favorite bench. If only you could have the two men who meant so much to you there with you.

You felt so lonely at that moment, it might sound arrogant to some people that the queen was complaining but you really were rather sad that you had to spend such a nice day all alone although you did enjoy every second of it and you did make the best of it, but you still missed both of your boys.

Maybe that's why the idea of having another child was so inviting to you, then you would have finally someone who would need your attention all day long and they would give your attention all day long as well before they grow up. You missed that, you missed having someone who relied on you so much. Legolas it's already too old for him need you in such a way. Even If he did sometimes come over to you asking for your advice it wasn't the same.

When you tried to hint a new baby to your husband but he was too oblivious for your tries or he simply didn’t want to tell you that he did not want another child.

So, you didn’t bring the topic up after that. Although, it did hurt a little bit, you were happy with your life. Even if you felt lonely at times like this, you were happy.

“Naneth,” you heard someone say.

“Oh, Legolas. What are you doing here?” you asked as your son came over to you and sat down next to you.

“You looked lonely, Mother. So, I came to keep you company. Is Father still in a meeting?”

You offered him a kind smile, it warmed your heart that he thought about you.

“He is. But you don’t have to be here, I am not lonely, I have my flowers, you should practice.”

“Nonsense. No training or practice is more important than you, Naneth.”

“Thank you. How was your day?” he always loved to show or talk to you about his training. Ever since he was little he was a quick learner.

“Really good…” then he went on and on about his day. Telling you everything about swords, bows and more.

If you were honest you never truly understood everything he said or referred to but you still listened with a smile. Seeing him be so interested and happy about something warmed your heart.

You listened to everything he had to say. Every single word.

You saw so much of your husband in him. But you were there as well. You still couldn’t believe that you had the privilege to be the mother of this exceptional elf.

“Adar!” said Legolas out of nowhere which made you look the way he was looking. And you saw your husband, walking towards the two of you.

“Nin hén, Nin mel, what are you two doing out here in such an hour?” you failed to notice that the sun started to go down.

“Mother was lonely so I came over to give her some company.” replied Legolas as Thranduil joined you.

“It is getting late, it would be best if we all headed to rest.” you said and both of them agreed. Thranduil guided you towards your chambers after you said your goodbyes to your son.

“We have a wonderful child.” he said as you laid down in bed.

“Indeed, I cannot believe he is so big, I feel like I can still recall holding him as a young elfling.” you let out a long sigh at the happy memory as you felt your husband’s arms move you towards him. “I have been thinking, Nin mel.”

“About?”

“Another child.” Thranduil almost jumped up as you said that.

“A-another?”

“I have been feeling lonely with Legolas leaving us so frequently and with you being in meetings all day. I always wanted a daughter as well, you know that.”

“I do. I know it.”

“It was a silly idea.” you said after his long silence. “Forget it, Thranduil. I’ll be fine.”

“We can have another child. I’m only thinking of ways to ensure it would be a girl.” his confession nearly made you choke on air, then you smiled.

“No need. I would be happy with a boy as well.” you said as you pulled him closer and kissed him.

Thranduil knew, whatever the Queen of Mirkwood wanted, she got it.

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Naneth – Mother

Adar – Father

Nin hén – My child

Nin mel - My love

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Hello. Can you write Dark!Thranduil and a plus size female reader ? Please.

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Dark!Thranduil x human!plus size reader

She was unique, she was beautiful, she was soft and by the gods, she would be his

Warnings: DARK FIC, kidnapping, forced marriage, obsession, mentions of death, magic, manipulation, no use of y/n, drugging

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Title means kept woman

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It was certainly curious, a woman among the group of dwarves his guards had brought him- and a human woman at that. She stood out from the group like a sore thumb, yet she fit in with them all the same. They crowded around her legs as if to shield her from his gaze, to protect her from whatever he had in store for the trespassers.

“How fascinating, a woman in your midst. Tell me, king under the mountain, is she your bed warmer or just a lost creature you took pity on?” He sat forward on his throne of knotted wood, his crystal blue eyes focused on her, taking in every inch of her face. She showed no fear, nor any offence to his crudeness. The king smirked, she would do well.

The dwarves around her exploded, each attempting to insult him in not only the common tongue but in their native language as well. He paid them no mind, letting his gaze drift down to her body. She was at least modest, a large white shirt and dark trousers hid her away, disguising her curves quite well but he could still see the bulge of her hips and the softness of her stomach.

She was unlike any woman he had encountered before. Her eyes held the fire of a warrior, her hands were as stable as a healer’s, and the protective stance of a mother. “Take them away, but leave the girl. I believe she will tell us what we wish to know.” He spoke over their shoats, ignoring the way that they all reached for her as if their pathetic efforts could somehow save her.

Her fingers curled into her palm but otherwise gave him no reaction to suddenly being isolated. Gracefully, he stood to his full height, easily towering over the woman, casting a dark shadow over her as he approached. “Why do you travel with such… filth?” He crooned.

“I was hired to do so.” She answered simply, her voice strong. It carried through the throne room like a lone instrument in a concert hall and settled into his bones, marking them with the melodic tones of her words. A fire began to grow in his loins.

He took a step closer, she did not flinch. “I could offer you a place here, in my court. Certainly your skills and your beauty would be of more value here than on some fruitless journey that will only end in death.” As he drew closer, more of her perfect imperfections became clearer- her moles and birthmarks, scars and blemishes, but to him, they were simply an extra detail in the statuesque flawlessness of her figure.

“If it ends in death, then that will be how I die.” She retorted, lifting her head to meet his gaze once more as he was now only arm’s distance away. “I am human, death is not unknown to us.”

The side of Thranduil’s face burned with rage, reminding him of what he had lost to death all those many years ago. But that defiance, that drive so similar to that of his late wife, soothed the burn. “There are ways to cheat death, even for a human. But for now, it is my wish that you remain here until I decide how your quest shall continue.” With a flick of his slender wrist, he summoned two more guards.

They stood either side of her and began to lead her away. “You cannot stop fate, your highness.” She called, making him pause. The doors slammed closed behind her, leaving the great elven king to his thoughts.

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“I’m glad you joined me for dinner tonight.” He remarks while knowing that she had no choice. The Battle of The Five Armies had concluded months ago, Erebore was free and peace had finally settled over the land, yet Thranduil was still in the midst of his own war.

She refused his love. Isolating herself in the rooms he had so graciously given her, throwing away the luxurious food prepared fresh each day, even attempting to enact various escape attempts, but that had slowed significantly when she was moved to his own chambers and could be restrained each night in his arms.

Her silence irked him but he allowed it. “I wish that you would gain back some weight before the wedding.” She glared in response, merely sipping at her wine with her one free hand, the other bound to the ornate seat she was forced into.

He sighed through his nose, hiding a smirk behind his own goblet. Her eyes fluttered shut as she drank the expensive liquor, savouring the sweet taste, unknowing that it was not the wine itself that gave the dark liquid its flavour.

“Meletril.” (lover) He tuts, rising from his own chair to round the table. “Your hair is a mess. Let me fix it for you.” She was stiff as his slender fingers began to pick at her hair, delicately moving large strands into several braids. He worked quickly, the patterns and movements now an unconscious practice even if he had not practised in almost 1000 years.

“There, now I can properly see your pretty face.” His right hand cupped her full cheek, guiding her face upwards to him. Her eyes were now glassy, the potion he had snuck into her drink beginning to affect her, but her fire was still there, just existing as an ember now.

“This will not last, I will perish sooner or later and you will be left alone again.” She hissed, the bite in her tone significantly dulled. Yet Thranduil smiled and brushed her soft skin with his thumb before retreating back to his seat.

“Thorin sends his well-wishes, he is very excited about the wedding. And your little friend, what was his name, oh right! Bilbo, he will be journeying from the Shire with his nephew to attend.” Her nostrils flared with rage.

“Just kill me already! I am of no use to you other than a pet!” She cried, though her voice was beginning to slur as the magic took hold of her.

The elven king slammed his hand on the table, immediately silencing her. “Enough! I have had enough of your silly rebellions and cruel words. You will be my wife simply because I love you. So no more silly speak of you being a pet, you are my equal, my queen but you obviously need to be reminded of your place. You are to never leave my side, death will not take you, I have made sure of that. Now eat.” Her eyes were now wide with panic, the truth finally settling in.

“What have you done?” Her skin began to glow as the transformation began. The king watched as all the indicators of her age were wiped away, the smile lines, the bags beneath her eyes, even scarring from the blemishes of puberty. She was ethereal, eternal now, just like him.

“I have changed your fate.”

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ༻ 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

(A/n) ➳ Going over this, I just now realize how similar it is to the first episode of House of the Dragon and I apologize for that! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Take care of yourselves and take a break, eat a snack, drink some water!!

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Content Warnings ➳ 3rd, P.O.V, violence, blood, injury, mentions the Doom of Valyria, mentions of death…

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The sun set hours ago… Lake-town was cold enough during the day and when the sun came down, it felt like a winter storm.

Bard was preparing to set off to collect fish again. He hated leaving for so long and coming home for a day or two, it broke his heart whenever he had to tell his children he was leaving again.

Bard climbed the wooden planks and up to the rooftop where his young son, Bain, sat. He leaned back, his head up towards the sky with widened eyes.

“Come Bain, it’s cold.” Bard said, his arms resting on the rooftop. “It’s time for bed.”

Bain turned to his father. “Da, is the dragon gonna come for us? Like the one in the stories you told us?”

Bard hopped onto the rooftop, kneeling to his son. “No, son. The dragon sleeps within Erebor. It has for a hundred years.”

But Bain pointed to the sky. “But there’s one.”

Bard followed his finger and squinted. He felt his heart drop when he saw the shadowy figure soaring through the sky. He could barely make out the size or his wingspan.

A gasp left his lips as he grabbed his son’s shoulders. “Go, go inside.” He demanded, pushing him. But his eyes remained on the dragon. “Quickly now.”

Watching him take a couple of laps around the Lonely Mountains. His heart raced, was the dragon trying to tempt Smaug? He followed his son inside, trying to remain calm for his children.

He didn’t see the dragon descend towards Mirkwood.

The dragon flapped his wings as he touched the ground, sending out a cloud of dust, twigs, and leaves out of his way.

The dragon grumbled as the guards surrounded him. “Rȳbās.” His rider told him, taking off the leather belts that held her to the saddle. “Lykirī.”

The dragon bent his neck, allowing the rider to dismount. She smiled rather widely, running her hands along his scaly neck and to his head.

She placed her hand under his eye, seeing her reflection in his eye. She laughed as her dragon rumbled under her touch, she placed her forehead onto his skin, closing her eyes, humming a soft tune.

Tauriel approached her with a stern expression. Usually, she would happily greet her but considering that nobody was supposed to be leaving Mirkwood, let alone at midnight, she was frustrated.

“The King does not like repeating himself.” Tauriel warned her, coming close even if the dragon seemed to be displeased. “No one is allowed to leave unless granted.”

She pulled back from her dragon and turned to face her, the smile still on her face. “Aegar is more than big enough to saddle two. I know how much you love the sky.”

Taruiel shook her head in disappointment. “Come, the King wishes to speak to you.” She walked with some of the guards, two waiting for her.

She sighed and followed her, leaving Aegar to lay and rest.

She may have been here her entire life, but the Kingdom of Mirkwood never ceased to amaze her. They have been friends for her entire life as Tauriel was the one who taught her how to use a bow from a young age.

They walked arm in arm through the halls of Mirkwood. Tauriel found herself unable to contain her laughter and smile.

“It is difficult to understand you.” Tauriel giggled. “Do you take pleasure in seeing all of us scramble to locate you?”

(Y/n) grinned sheepishly. “Admit it. You wish to ride a dragon.”

“I believe I’m content with seeing you fly.”

“Your loss.” She pushed her lightly. “So tell me, how angry is he?”

(Y/n) then pulled her arm back as they approached the throne room, Thranduil sat there, observing a jewel in his hands.

Tauriel took her leave but not before looking back at her, her smile had faded but she remained calm. Tauriel left before Thranduil could say anything else to her.

“(Y/n).” Thranduil’s voice was calm yet assertive. But there was an edge of frustration. “You know how I feel about these reckless flights of yours. And to venture out without my permission, disappointing.”

(Y/n) bowed her head, her gaze focused on the floor. “Forgive me, My Lord.” She replied. “Yet you don’t allow me to go flying with your permission.”

Thranduil sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You must remember there are dangers out there, worse than what Aegar poses. You dare fly close to Erebor? Are you asking to battle with Smaug? A dragon three or more times larger than Aegar. He may be a dragon but you are not.”

(Y/n) straightened, lifting her head to meet his eyes. “Aegar is strong, he is loyal. I wouldn’t dare use him as a weapon.”

“The time is coming, (Y/n). You are a formidable soldier, you two make quite a team.” Thranduil admitted. But with a wave of his hand, he dismissed her. “Take a bath, you stink of dragon.”

It has been several days since Thranduil warned (Y/n). His words lingered in her head.

She shouldn’t have to feel frustrated with him, afterall, he was the one to find the items left behind by your family.

There were many things gifted to her when she was old enough to read. Books of her great- great- something grandfather’s handwriting, it was worn, some words difficult to read.

Before she even learned of High Valyrian, she thought the words were a remembrance of her home or maybe her family. But no.

It was far from it. A warning.

Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.

A dragon is not a slave.

She managed to grasp her forebear’s language with some help but she wouldn’t say she mastered the tongue of High Valyrian. Rather, she knew the basics.

It was noon, the sun casting a warm glow over the wooden yard. (Y/n) focused on fastening the leather straps to the saddle, she had a feeling that it was becoming loose.

Aegar laid comfortably on the ground, snoring.

Legolas leaned against a nearby tree, watching her and noticing the furrowed brow that she had for nearly an hour.

“Something is on your mind.” Legolas commented. “Speak, looking bothered does not suit you.”

(Y/n) paused, her fingers picking at the old and peeling leather. “It is nothing.” Offering a smile.

But Legolas saw through her smile, he could see it in her eyes. “You forget I know you, I knew you from the start… You’re worried that once Aegar is old enough, you’ll be forgotten.”

She sighed, tying the leather back into the saddle. “I only worry for Tauriel. The King does not respect her enough.”

“You worry too much, you need to place some of it on yourself and Aegar.” Legolas stepped forward. “You have earned your place here.”

“I have no place here. My home is gone and I’m an outsider, I’m no elf. If I had not appeared with my dragon, Thranduil would’ve sent me away.” She explained, standing to her feet as she observed the saddle.

Legolas was ready to push that idea out of her head. He had no idea she thought of herself so lowly. He grabbed her arm.

Tauriel suddenly appeared. “There’s trouble.” She announced tension in her voice. “The King has ordered another nest to get rid of.”

(Y/n) pulled her arm back. “Aegar!” She shouted, waking him up from his slumber. “Iōrās.”

Aegar stood on his feet, stretching his wings. She grabbed the ropes to mount him.

“(Y/n), wait,” Tauriel grabbed her hand. “The King has requested you stay behind.”

(Y/n) frowned and scoffed. “It would be easier if Aegar-”

But she could see it in Tauriel’s eyes, Thranduil was going to keep her and her dragon here. “A dense forest with a large dragon?” Tauriel laid it out for her. “He fears the damage it could cause. Aegar could not maneuver properly in those woods.”

“Alright.” She muttered, stepping away from Aegar. “Alright.”

“I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) watched them go, annoyed and saddened. She longed to be by their side, joining them in a fight.

Thranduil was going to make her wait and watch. He was going to make her feel like a burden. His way was punishment.

(Y/n) watched from the corner, watching as each dwarf was pushed into a cell. Their complaints were falling on death’s ears.

She stepped out from the shadows and towards Legolas’s direction, wanting to know where the dwarves came from.

“What do you know of dragons, girl?” The dwarf’s voice was gruff, laced with bitterness as he eyed the dragon sigils embroidered into her clothing. “You wear it like a badge of honor.”

(Y/n) eyed him as well, realizing who the dwarf in the cell was. “You’re Thorin Oakenshield? Heir to the throne of Erebor.”

Thorin’s fists clenched around the iron bars. “You have yet to answer my question.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in amazement. “I cannot believe it. I’ve-”

“(Y/n)! Dina!” Legolas commanded her to come. “Get away from the dwarf.”

With that, she walked away, leaving no room for Thorin or (Y/n) to say anything.

“Must you speak to them?” Legolas sneered, following you down the steps. “What reason do you have?”

“I’ve always wanted to see the infamous Thorin Oakenshield. It was not disappointing.”

“...Is it?”

(Y/n) nodded, a smile on her lips. “Yes. If what they say is true… If they reclaim the mountain, I would love to see the glory of Erebor.”

Legolas froze in his steps. “I am beginning to wonder where your allegiance lies.”

“What makes you wonder that?”

“...Go, I need to report to the King.”

She rolled her eyes, asking herself if her curiosity made Legolas or anyone else question her loyalty.

Of course, her loyalty lies with Thranduil, he saved her and took a human and a dragon in. A human not from this world.

The sun had begun to set when (Y/n) stood at Thorin’s cell. “Might I ask you something?” She began, breaking the silence.

He looked up at her, eyes wary. “What is it? Dragon rider?”

“If you had no memories of the kingdom or its riches, would you still fight to reclaim it?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. “For it is not the gold or treasures that drive me, but the honor and memory of my kin who were lost. To reclaim Erebor is to honor their memory, to give those who wish for their home.”

He stepped closer to the bars as he spoke his words, loudly enough for the rest of the Company to hear. He spoke with bravery and pride, not a single ounce of shame in them.

(Y/n) listened to his words closely. It made her think of her own home, the writing of the book could not describe the doom correctly.

Only a dream, unsure if it came true…

(Y/n) became lost in her thoughts, she began to speak aloud. “I wonder…” She uttered. “What it would be to see Valyria, to walk the streets, see the dragons fly into the sky with my people on its back. I wonder if any Targaryens remain.”

She sighed, sitting down on the steps. “I wonder if the dream was true and the doom of my home was correct.”

Thorin, still irate from the encounter from earlier but genuinely curious about her side of dragons, sat as well. “Was it taken?”

“It was destroyed. A Targaryen had a dream, D… Daenys had a dream. She had foresaw the destruction. But I have no way to know if it was true, I do not know if Valyria still stands or if any Targaryens remain to rule the skies.”

(Y/n) looked up to the ceiling, closing her eyes to remember how Valyria was described. “To be home. I would give my life just to see it.”

“…May you find your way home, dragon rider… And safely.”

It was a chaotic scene. The dwarves and Bilbo found themselves stuck in wine barrels but their path down the rough rivers were blocked by the portcullis.

Kili’s cry was loudly heard as he fell back, clutching his leg that the Morgul arrow stuck out of.

“Kili.”

Thorin felt his heart sink, hearing his nephew’s cries as he was unable to do anything.

Legolas, Tauriel, and the other Elves fought against Blog and his party.

The Orcs were relentless, fighting to the point until their bodies gave out and welcomed death.

Arrows flew into their bodies, daggers stabbed into their hearts or heads.

Kili’s eyes shut tightly, hissing loudly as he attempted to get back up.

His eyes opened and widened, his eyelids fluttering as the pain was flowing throughout his body… He could see a dragon flying… A dragon?

He could make out the dragon’s silhouette against the sunlight, circling the river before he saw him make a dive. He could hear him roar, loudly.

Tauriel’s eyes immediately shot to the sky, Aegar’s body casting a shadow over the river.

Aegar descended from the sky and landed into the river, his landing sending waves that splashed anyone close.

Thorin couldn’t see Aegar but the sound of his roar was enough to send chills down his back. He looked back and saw the rest of his Company staring up at the dragon.

(Y/n) swiftly unchained herself from the saddle, her feet hitting the ground. She drew her sword, cutting down the Orc coming towards Kili.

She took a quick glance around and estimated the amount of Orcs, she could hear another group coming.

Aegar let out another roar, lunging forward and his massive jaws snapped shut on the nearest orc, easily crushing him into two pieces.

He exhaled a quick stream of flame at the incoming group, the Orcs screaming as they threw themselves into the river.

The Orc swung his ax at her, she ducked and cut his leg, making him kneel with a shriek. She pierced his head with force, making sure he was dead.

She continued to cut through the Orcs with Aegar protecting her, coming down on an Orc that nearly came down on her.

“Tauriel!” She shouted as she tossed one of her daggers past Tauriel’s head.

She grabbed the dagger lodged into the Orc’s chest to stab it once more before using it on another, she tossed it back and (Y/n) caught it.

She heard Kili loudly groan once again, Thorin’s Company were sitting ducks in those barrels and they could only do so much with little to no weapons.

That’s when she noticed why the Company was just floating. The portcullis was shut. It must’ve been why Kili wasn’t in his barrel and why he was on the ground, holding his knee.

(Y/n) dodged another Orc’s attack, managing to move behind him. She grabbed his head and slid her blade across his neck, she then let him fall to the ground.

She came to Kili’s side. “Now’s your chance!” She stated, crossing blades with another. “Go! Before they outnumber us all!”

Kili managed to conjure whatever strength he had left and grabbed the lever, opening the portcullis, and allowing the Company to escape.

“Kili!” His brother cried out, watching Kili slump to the ground once again but push himself into the barrel.

Kili felt and heard the arrow snap, sending another wave of agony throughout his weakening body.

(Y/n) watched as one-by-one, the Company fell into the water and their barrels carried them through the rough stream.

She turned back the Orcs, immediately impaling one Orc coming down on an Elf, and used her dagger to finish the job.

She looked up at Legolas drawing another arrow. “Secure Mirkwood.” He ordered. “Worry about damages later.”

Legolas ran off, following the Orcs that were focused on the Company, Tauriel was behind him.

She rushed to Aegar, she climbed onto Aegar who lowered his neck, allowing her to quickly settle herself.

“Sōvēs!” Aegar began to run, flapping his wings a couple of times before taking off.

(Y/n) directed him towards the gates, wanting to spread the word first. Thorin looks back into the sky, watching Aegar and noticing (Y/n) upon his back.

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shirefantasies · 17 days

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Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

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Come What May...

(Authors note: This is set during the Fall of Gondolin at the start and yes I know Thranduil's exact age and birth is kinda unknown but I liked the idea.")

The city was burning all around you. Flaming rubble fell across your path as you tried to lead the small group of survivors to the mountain passage and hopefully, to their escape. Orcs and other foul creatures swarmed the city, but perhaps your little group could avoid them if you moved swiftly enough.

Up ahead, you saw a flash of silver. Thranduil was waiting for you at the entrance to the secret passage with another group of refugees, his silver armour glinting in the light of the burning city. Seeing him alone was enough to lighten your heart and urge the others on. You were almost there.

When you reached him, you clasped his forearm just as he reached for you too. You looked up at him, finding comfort in his eyes as you stood together amidst the wreckage.

"Gondolin has fallen." You hear him say.

"We have to go," you said. "They cannot fight." You glanced back at the small group of terrified citizens, many of them carrying children.

"Take them. I'll be right behind you," you say noticing him breathing heavily trying to maintain his strength.

He knew there was no point in arguing, not when he saw that look in your eyes. He nodded and started waving your small group forward into the passage.

Thranduil appeared at your side again. "Gi Melin," he said softly so only you could hear. Then he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes for a moment, wanting to savour the gentle action surrounded as you were by so much destruction.

"Be safe," you said, squeezing his hand.

"Always."

And he was gone again heading down the path prepared to fend off any enemies that might ambush them. You thought perhaps you may survive this, that not all would be lost. As long as the people of Gondolin survived, they could rebuild.

A horrible roar sounded from behind you. Just as soon as you'd felt hope, it was snuffed out. A balrog was charging toward you and the others. Suddenly the Balrog raised its arm up crashing the entrance behind you to rubble. There was no way to reach Thranduil. Just as the realization of your situation set in you heard the Balrog shriek in pain as it swung its flaming sword behind it. You could see your master Glorfindel step in front of it, sword raised as he prepared to fight.

"No." The word left you as little more than an exhalation, too horrified for anything else.

You watched as he swung at the balrog, managing to cleave its helm and sever the whip. It bellowed, flames leaping as it did. Glorfindel seemed to be overcoming it but you couldn't help but hold your breath as you felt your legs shaking not in fear but in adrenaline. You watched as Glorfindel had been backed off to the edge of the cliffside. You managed to run in between the balrog's legs striking at its ankles with your blade causing it to roar in pain as you stood next to Glorfindel.

"We can't let him pass..."

You said turning to the monster as it roared once more. He looked to you with a nod and unsheathed his knife with a blade in hand. The flames from the Balrog engulfed the ground around the two of you as the beast raised its blade to you. You managed to block it though the pressure from its mere body weight caused your legs to crumble under the weight. Glorfindel managed to stick at its arms cutting it almost completely off. He stumbled for a moment before thrusting up with a knife and hurling the creature to the side. You jumped up and grabbed onto its shown stabbing it through the neck causing it to haunch forward as Glorfindel saw the beast stumble to the edge of the cliff.

"Glorfindel! We have to end this"

He turned to face you and you gave him a sad smile before you saw the balrog's hand reach up and attempt to snatch you off its back. He simply nodded in agreement as he ran at the balrog's chest ramming into it causing all three of you to fall into the ravine below. Darkness took both of you as the last sight you saw was the survivors escaping knowing Thranduil was safe.

Thranduil POV:

His eyes went wide as he watched you fall with Glorfindel. Tears rolled down his cheeks, carving lines through the ash and dirt covering his skin. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was you falling. It was a pain beyond comprehension and now the long years of his life stretched out before him...and now he would have to send them alone. Now you were only a memory.

Centuries passed. And the Thranduil he once was, was nothing more than a shadow. All knew of his pain and saw the hurts he hid away. In truth, he thought he would find peace once the wars ended, that it would help the pain of his broken heart. It did, to a certain degree, but some wounds run too deep to ever fully heal and soon turn to scars.

He spent much of his time with any distractions during that time, but to an elf, a thousand eyes felt like a year. The pain was still too near. Though he was now King of his own realm. It was nothing but an empty role, one that he never thought he would face without you. His mind brought the memories once more, the first time he saw you in the gardens of Gondolin as children visiting with his father, the sparring matches you two would compete in as you both grew older and wiser, the first kiss he received from you under the endless stars. They were too much. He brought a hand to his head covering his eyes to hide the tears for a moment before pouring a glass of wine. Only the sounds of footsteps made him open them and turn around to see one of the scouts standing in the doorway of his room.

"Speak."

"There is someone who has just arrived at the gate," he said, looking a little nervous.

He only gave a sharp glance to the scout who stumbled with his words.

"Um...It is a she-elf. She claims to be sent from Rivendell at Lord Elronds behest."

He frowned slightly. That didn't clear anything up, but he simply nodded and gestured for him to retrieve this girl.

"I'll go right away."

After a few moments, he walked down along the tree's path toward the throne room. When he arrived, he saw Celeborn, his cousin speaking to the girl, but their back was turned away from him. Celeborn looked across at him and gave him a slight nod in greeting, a knowing smile on his lips. The stranger turned to face his.

He swore he felt his heart stop.

Reader POV:

His hair was much longer than the last you saw him all those centuries ago. His blonde, almost silver, hair fell past his collarbone and he was wearing a deep red cloak over a dark silver-grey tunic instead of the pale green and silver he used to favour, but aside from that, he hadn't changed at all.

"Thranduil," you whispered. There was no question in your voice.

You had wished for this, begged the Valar in all your prayers to be heard in all of Mandros halls to just be back with him, and now here he was. All your unanswered prayers, all your unending years spent in waiting. Slowly, you stepped closer until you were right in front of him.

His blue eyes were shining with unshed tears but there was a bright smile on his face, as there so often had been all those years ago in Gondolin. You brought your hand to his cheek, His hand embracing yours.

"You're really here," he breathed. He was solid and warm beneath your touch. He blinked and the tears he'd been trying to hold back slipped down his cheeks as he let out a little huff of a laugh. You gently brushed the tears away with your thumb.

"I am." His fingertips brushed your waist as if he wanted to pull you close but you weren't sure if it would be appropriate. It had been so long; perhaps he had moved on.

But you could not stop yourself as you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself to him. He responded immediately, his arms twining tightly around your waist. A sob escaped your throat as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck and breathed in. He still smelled exactly the same, warm and comforting.

"Gi melin," you breathed, the words muffled against his skin. You regretted every day and night that you hadn't gotten to say those words before you fell.

"Meleth nin." His voice was little more than a whisper, his own tears had made his voice rough.

The two of you stood in an embrace for what felt like ages but also didn't feel nearly long enough. You never wanted to be parted from him now that you had, beyond all hope, returned to him. You reluctantly released him but instead held tightly to his hands. It comforted you to see that he, too, didn't seem to want to let go. He gently slipped his hand from yours only to wrap his arm around you as he led the both of you away from prying eyes. Leaning into him, you felt lighter than you had since before the sack of the city you'd once called home.

"Is there somewhere we could speak privately? It's been so long…I-" you cut yourself off, looking unsure.

"Of course," he spoke softly as you both walked in the direction of his chamber.

Thranduil led you over to the small seating area, settling yourself on the little but elegant sofa and tugging him gently down beside you. Though he was right next to you, it felt too far.

"I'm sorry," you said, so quiet he almost didn't hear. He was staring down at his hands which you still had gripped in yours.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about...," he said bringing a hand under your chin and bringing your gaze to his.

"When I finally tracked you down, when Celeborn told me how you were after all these years…" you sighed.

"I thought maybe you were trying to move on. And that my coming here would only make it worse for you."

""I don't think I could have ever found peace without you, the nightmares never ceased. Possibly because they're not really nightmares, just memories I can't seem to forget."

You leaned a little closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, relaxing into his touch as your head lay on his shoulder. He tipped his head to the side so that his warm cheek was pressed against your head.

"I wish you hadn't had to suffer all those long years. And I wish, too, that you hadn't suffered because of me."

He looked down at you. "None of that matters now," he said softly, skimming the backs of his fingers down your cheek.

"Come what may from here on, I will never let you go."

You stared at him in awe for a moment before sitting up to press your forehead to his. He cupped your jaw, angling your head just so.

"How I have longed to kiss these lips once more." The words left him in a warm rush against your lips. You gave no sign for him not to as you leaned into his touch.

You nuzzled your nose softly against his before you closed the small space between you and kissed him. It was soft and a little hesitant; it had been over a thousand years since you'd done this. Thranduil kissed you back and you melted into it. His arms came around you and urged you closer and you went gladly, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. You could feel tears sliding silently down your cheeks as the relief of being back with him overwhelmed you once more.

He pulled back and you swayed forward to follow him but he held you back.

"Please don't cry, meleth nín," he said as he gently swiped the tears from your cheeks as you had done for him earlier.

"These tears are happy," you said, giving him a watery smile. "I have cried for centuries, but these tears are of the joy of having been returned to you."

You leaned toward him again and this time he did not hold you back, but rather caught you as your arms wrapped around him and held you tight. Squeezing closer, you tangled your hand in his hair.

"Though my time in the Halls of Mandos helped me heal physically, my heart reached out to you every moment. For once in a long time, I feel at peace," you said as he held you.

For a long while, you stayed there on the small sofa in contented silence. An almost forgotten smile tugged on his lips as he tilted your chin up and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"It's getting late," he mused. The sun had dipped behind the thick neverending woods as above the stars revealed themselves behind the canopy of golden leaves. The room was growing dim save for a few candles which burned.

"Perhaps we should retire for the night..." you said.

"I've longed to have you by my side every night ever since. It's been so long since I slept peacefully."

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing softly along your cheekbone on the way.

"Then may you have good dreams tonight," you said, kissing his forehead tenderly.

He stood from the sofa and reached out under your body and picked you up with ease as he walked across the room only to lay down on the bed with you atop him. You settled down feeling lighter than you had in centuries. He stroked your hair slowly, the motion soothing for both of you. Tilting your head, you placed a light kiss on his chest, over his heart. Hearing it beat steadily as you placed his hand over your heart, he smiled to himself as you closed your eyes.

"Sleep well" he whispered.

Weeks had passed, and you and Thranduil were practically inseparable, not wanting to waste a single moment of the time you had been given. You hid away in the hidden chambers and even the clearing of the great Greenwood. But now It was overlooking the vast and wonderful starlit sky high above the treeline in the most sacred of rooms. Where he took both your hands in his.

"I love you more than anything," he said. "And there is nothing I wouldn't do to be able to spend the rest of my life and beyond by your side...Marry me," he said, his voice soft but serious.

There was no question as to what your answer was as you kissed him to confirm the answer. The smile that spread across his face was radiant and his blue eyes shone with joy. He seemed to glow with it and you found yourself grinning back, a laugh bubbling out of you unexpectedly. You hugged him, loving the feeling of his warmth against you and his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. He spun you around before setting you down and claiming your lips in a more passionate kiss. If he cared if anyone saw, he didn't show it. It was as if all the years apart had never happened.

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the-autistic-vulcan · 1 year

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the part where i talk about fanfics...

okay, this is, not difficult for me to talk about, but i know people are touchy about this subject - so i'm just going to say it:

If a fanfiction is not your cup of tea, then don't read it!

it is quite a simple thing to do for most people, however, there is a lot of readers/fandom explorers who go in to read a piece of fanfiction and then hate on it because:

"i headcanon X as gay, so shipping them with Y reader is a no"

"you can only ship X with Y, no other ships or reader inserts or self inserts are valid

"he doesn't like women or she doesn't like men" and vice versa

this is very apparent in most fandoms, dead or thriving, where a character is, in the majority, is headcanoned as something, but there is a minority that doesn't agree.

for example, in the mcu fandom, a lot of people headcanon Steve Rogers aka Captain America, as bisexual. personally, i do not, but i don't go out of my way to hate on people who read the male reader fanfics or the Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) fics - i've read some and a lot of them are great, tbh.

personally, i like to read and/or write gender neutral reader fics and that is honestly the comfort zone for me - but i know people will disagree and enjoy more gender aligned fics (male or female)

but i digress - in short, let people read what they want to read, if you disagree or do not support a headcanon/ship/trope, please don't ruin the day of enjoyers.

let's not ban certain takes on characters - the world has other worries

Signed, Ali Solar

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Flying Buckets

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“The White Council has spoken…” Thranduil growled out, having been reading the letter that brought him here weeks ago to talk sense into his oldest friends and get aid to move upon his lost peak within the Southern half of his forest. Glorfindel seated along the wall flinched as he did to the pained squeak and thud in response to his hard kick of a bucket through the window opening on the far wall of his suite.

“Always, the face….” A muffled and defeated voice had the pair spring up to race outside and find a petite woman plopped ungracefully on her side clutching her face to a angered flop of her foot down into the tall grass she was weighing down.

“Madam,” the Elf King felt himself sighing in a hard drop to a knee at her side. Blood clear as day from the now broken nose that hindered the already frustrated Dwarf Company of Thorin Oakenshield who were dead set on waiting until their most injury riddled member was right as rain for the continuation of their journey. Of course that was after an internal investigation on where the Princes were at during that time to ensure like a mishap with the ponies the first week had not been behind another bloody nose and facial bruise for her they were glad to be cleared of. Elrond was shouted for and the King himself carried her to aid without care of the stains to his outer robes terrifying so many in his pacing path outside the Healers Wing.

“You owe me,” was mouthed by her to the Elf King who was not blamed by the Company who would have ammunition enough already to despise him for all eternity off past grievances and grudges. The same Elf King who in his entrapped state offered a deal of his own, together they would call for aid from Dain to rid his Southern Woodlands of the Necromancer and then he would gladly aid in march upon the mountain, where they could surely work his lost gems once the arkenstone was recovered into a new trade deal to rekindle the relationship between their kingdoms.

Quietly as she stole a moment to the side of the grand hall being prepped for the coronation in a few weeks time the one to whom the King owed a debt felt his statuesque silent figure come up on her left. Silent as ever with more grace than she could dream to scoff at beside her now sling donning self thanks to another thankfully face bruise free incident one of Dain’s men unintentionally set off. “I believe we have yet to discuss terms of my debt to you.”

Up at him with brilliantly clear eyes she peered at him for another stunning glimpse of the face he’d sooner ache to coat with kisses and murmured sentiments of adoration than ever bring a single speck of a bruise to. “I want one of those head things,” that had his brow tick upwards to the circle of her good hand drawing a sloppy loop around her head. “Like Arwen and Elrond wear,” that gained a nod from him and she added peering back at the hall making his heart sink lower to her words than it ever had when he’d unfortunately caused her harm. “Everyone else has a title, some relation to the King and they all have some fancy bits and bobs they bring up to be wearing at the coronation. I get to go, but family sits with family and, I’m not family.” Up at him she looked after patting her bunched sleeve to her cheek forcing a grin onto her pinkened face, with eyes still glimmering with hint of tears in them. “If you have to you could say I cried and made you feel bad.”

“That is a poor repayment.” An answer that had her look away mid nod in the rejection riddled tone to the answer she assumed to be given so she would not actually become a sobbing mess and actually stir up some real trouble for the Elf King. An uncommon gesture of comfort of a hand on her shoulder blade halted a swivel of her head to search for a quick escape linked to ample hiding places until she would calm down. “The adornment is customary for such an event, consider it granted however many styles you deem to ask for.” Sloppily she sniffled and raised her hand and bunched up sleeve again to hover in front of the lower half of her face and cheeks as best as she could. “For now consider a much more proper form of repayment and do excuse me. On the subject of your seating arrangement, I have to speak to Lord Celeborn on terms of adopting you into his kin.”

“What?!” She squeaked out, turning to find he was gone somehow and was bent on greatly improving the station upon which would grant him a much closer distance to your seat than he could imagine possible at the moment for a Western wilds familiar Ranger.

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Eyes Like Rubies

Yandere! Platonic! Thranduil x Albino! Teen! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Legolas

Summary: Y/N wakes up in a strange place. Thranduil makes a journey into the forest

Warning: Mention of main character death, talk of being killed, anxiety attack

A/N: I did not mean for this chapter to get this long, but whelp here we are. To clarify by teen! reader, Y/N is 13 years old. Old enough to understand what is happening to a degree, but young enough to be impressionable (easily gaslight ) , and young enough for Thranduil and Legolas to be like yes this is my child/sister. Hope that clears any confusion.

Chapter 1: A Strange World, A Strange Girl

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The energy came to a crescendo, whipping and crackling, the whole forest felt alight with the bizarre cascade of power, a strange pressure building in the forest. A pressure began to wane on the edges as it gathered, building into a tornado of unconstrained power, turning and twisting around itself, until it had become one focused mass of energy. Light began pouring out, rays casted brighter than the summer sun, glowing brighter and brighter. Tell suddenly it was gone. And all that was left was a girl, a child, laying asleep upon the woodland floor.

Sitting atop his throne, Thranduil went over the various reports that had come in over the past week, pouring over each detail, trying to find even the tiniest bit of information that could help identify this threat. Anything at all, yet there was nothing. And it frustrated him; no, it enraged him, his kingdom is under the spell of some wicked sorcerer who he cannot locate, the spiders are moving in patterns never seen before. While he sits here, behind his castle walls trying to decipher the puzzle that lays before him, and hope it is one that will lead to an answer.

Not will, it has to lead to an answer. He is the King, he must lead his people and he must ensure home and safety.

“My King!” A Guard shouted, running towards the thorn, Thranduil immediately standing up and descending. “There is something happening in the forest!” He cried, pointing in the direction of the main gate.

Striding forward, Thranduil grabbed his sword, “Men, gather together and head toward the main gate!” He ordered, his voice booming through the winding hall. Sounds of quick feet and arm clinking as his kin armed themselves and made their way towards the center of it all.

Thranduil could only take in a steady breath, and march ever closer with his head held high. Only giving a quick glance as his son fell in line with his steps somewhere along his path to the main gate.

Yet for all he could imagine, nothing prepared him for what he would see.

Feet coming to a halt at the kingdom's gate, icey blue iris struggling to comprehend the sight before him, senses reeling from what were once gentle waves of energy now felt like a suffocating blanket. Air alight with the same feeling right before a lightning strike, yet this scared him more than any storm from the heavens.

Rays of golden light dance through the trees, far brighter than the sun ever was, cutting between the spaces between trunks, it hurt to look at yet Thranduil couldn’t look away. It was enchanting, yet terrifying. Breaking away, he turned to face the captain of the guard, “When did this begin?”

“Only a few moments ago, My King.” Tauriel spoke, worrying, cressing her brow, hand clenching her bow in a vice-grip. “A buzzing had filled the air, and then the light appeared, but it wasn’t this bright initially.” She spoke.

“What do you mean?” He spoke, eyes returning to mysterious light. Only to widen as he watched it only grew brighter, forced to squint to maintain visual.

His ever impatient son began to step forward, only to be stopped, Thranduil swinging out his arm to block his path. “Father, shouldn’t we go out there and investigate what is causing the light?” His son strongly questioned.

Casting a stern look at his progeny, he returned his stare forward, hand returning to rest on his sword. “Until we know what IT is, we would be fools to charge in. For all we know it could be a trap meant to lure soldiers away to lay siege while their posts are depleted” Thranduil’s voice came out sharper then he would have hoped for, but his son must learn that charging into a battle without a proper understanding of one's enemy in foolhardy. “Guard patrols have already been sent out to survey the area, and report anything suspicious. If anything moves in this forest I will hear about it.”

Legolas had to hold back a sigh, staring at his father’s back. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t the crown prince.

That’s where they stayed, waiting for an attack, for the spiders, for the orcs, for anything to come charging through the trees. Yet nothing came as he stood outside, his army behind him, a sharp eye trained on the light that only seemed to grow brighter.

He could feel it, the energy; the magic, moving, shifting, gathering into a single point, and that worried him. It was beginning to change, alter ever so slightly as it gathered. This amount of magic alone was almost unheard of, very few had the ability to gather, let alone control such a plethora. But what worried him was if the magic was only being gathered right now,what spells would they be able to unleash across the woodland realm.

As his mind pondered the outcomes, the ways that the enemy could be manipulating the magic, it stopped.

It was gone.

All of it.

The magic vanished like it had never been there.

The light cut like a blown out candle, leaving only the forest as it once was.

Whispers began to swell amongst the elves, many raising their bows, and spears, speaking of how it could have just disappeared.

“Are they going to charge us?” One questioned.

“Maybe it’s a ploy like the king said to lure us out?” Another added.

Yet for all the questions that could be asked not a single answer could be offered.

No movement could be heard, only the gentle swaying of the trees and foliage, The forest was silent.

“Then we will wait, circulate that there have been no changes to the current orders, no elves are to leave their posts.” Thranduil spoke, “We will wait until our enemy realizes that cowardice and cheap magic tricks will not win this battle.”

Nodding, guards set out to deliver his orders, while the rest stay in their position, ready for whatever may come spilling out of the forest.

So they waited, and waited, staring out into the depths of the forest; he didn't know how much time had passed, but as the sun started to move to the west Thranduil ordered a squadron of elves to inspect the origin of the light.

“And where are you off to Legolas?” Thranduil questions, eyes trained on his son, the same cold blue eyes meeting his own.

Turning away the younger elf made his way to join the guard, the same guard who had been assigned to find the source of the light. “To find whatever may be threatening the woodland.” He spoke clipped, hassle walking away before his father could pull him back. Legolas had learned long ago that if he wanted to leave the castle walls, to explore the outside world he had to leave either while his father was busy, or around enough people, and far enough away that he could make an escape without his father's interference. His father had an image to uphold, one of a cold and dignified ruler, he could not be seen having to wrangle his own son.

Resigning to Legolas’ choice he bid him a farewell, “and if you are to find anything, or are encountered with the enemy's forces, inform me immediately. Do NOT engage the enemy.” Thranduil directed his son, only earning a nod. Watching on with worry as he disappeared into the depth of the forest to face an enemy unknown. “I want 6 squadrons of guards to be sent out to patrol the outer edges, and entrance to the forest. If you see anything, report to me immediately, and if you find anything, bring it to me.”before disappearing back into the winding halls of his kingdom.

Jumping through the trees, Legolas surveyed the area, bow clutched tightly in his hand. They had not come across whatever had made that light, but the more concerning thing was the spiders, or the lack thereof.

The group had already entered into territory that should have been infested with them, yet not a single one had been seen, only the remnants of webs, caucasus and eggs. Eggs that look burnt, as if they had been cooked, no melted, scorch marks ripped across them from the direction the light had originated from.

“Send a word to my father about our finding, whatever this light is or was, it might be on our side.” Legolas spoke, watching as one of the guards nodded before quickly sprinting off back to the forest to deliver his message. ‘Father will most likely be getting several messages from the different squadrons soon, or he has already begun to receive them. The light stretched far and wide, I would be surprised if it pushed all the spiders to the very edges of the forest.’ A sudden thought crossed his mind.

Turning to Tauriel, “Do you think the reason the light kept getting brighter was to keep pushing the spider back?” he questioned.

Tilting her head to ponder the thought, “It might be, it’s possible that whatever was making the light was hoping that the spider would charge the light, but instead they fled and it forced the light to get brighter. It still doesn’t explain the week before the light appeared that the strange energy had hung over the forest idley.”

“The closer we get to the source of the light, the more grotesque the spiders are. I fear that when we reach the center there may not even be any remnants of spiders left.” A elf spoke

“But isn’t strage?” Another chimed in.

“What’s strange?” Legolas spoke.

“Look around, for all the devastation that had come to the spiders, the forest is unharmed. I mean look, a spider is singed and melted against the tree, but not a single scratch is on the tree. That’s what’s strange.” They spoke.

“He’s right…” Tauriel whispered, astonishment coloring her features.

“No, that’s not it.” Legolas spoke, spinning around to fully take in the forest he had traveled in almost everyday, how had he not noticed it. The others looked at him in confusion, he continued, “No, it’s not that no harm had been done to the forest, it’s as if the opposite had occurred. Look at the trees, the forest floor, everything around you.” He spoke, as if he himself could not believe it.

Muted greens that had lost their luster now looked vibrant, full of life. Once sparse woodland floor was now filled with lush green grass; grass that had even been freckled with spots of color. Flowers. There were flowers, sprouting between the blades of grass.

Gasps were heard all around, elves running in every direction to inspect the forest they knew so well. Many stared at the ground in wonder and confusion, how long had it been since they had seen such a vibrant color in their once muddled forest.

Legolas couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen a flower bloom in this forest, and yet now there seem to be hundreds painting the floor. He wasn’t the only one, the other elves that had come with all stood transfixed by the beauty that they so missed, one that had always felt like a far off dream. Stories told to them about the once grand and colorful realm, overflowing with bright flowers and lush foliage.

His father told him he was named after the beautiful trees that filled the forest, ones you could feel the life emanate from, and as he places his hand against it; he can feel it, warmth and life, pulsating deep from within the tree, life that had always felt absent before. Flowing from the tips of its leaves and all the way deep down into its roots.

As he stares at the landscape before him he realizes, wherever the light had touched, life had returned. “Tauriel, do you notice the direction of the light, wherever it touches that’s where life has returned.” He spoke, gaining the attention of all the elves.

“And if the spiders have decayed more the closer we have gotten, but the green and more lush the forest’s become.” Tauriel Started.

“Then we can use it as a guide to find the source!” Legolas finished, a Bright smile filling his face. Maybe this is what they need, what the woodlands need in order to return to its former glory.

“Captain, up ahead there seems to be a larger gathering of flowers!” One shouted, pointing deeper into the forest.

Glancing down at the forest floor he noticed that the flowers began to grow in greater numbers up ahead, as if they were leading somewhere, leading to the source. “Look at the ground, farther back there was only a single color of flower, but farther forward they become more abundant, and not only that, there are several species of flower growing.”

“We might be closer to the source than we think.” Tauriel stated. “Alright, everyone stay focused, let’s move towards the grove of flowers, be ready for anything. As much as this light has given us some of the woodland realms' former life back, we are unsure of its allegiance, so we must approach with caution.” Pointing to three elves, “You three go into the upper branches, make sure to keep a visual on everything, we still don’t know what this thing looks like.” Turning to another four, “You lot, circle around to the otherside, I want to surround this thing, if it makes any sudden movements I want to be able to suppress it. The rest I want you to stay with me, we will approach this thing with the utmost caution.”

Nodding, they all spread to follow orders.

“I see you have gotten quite well at analyzing situations and devising a proper strategy to ensure the desired outcome, Tauriel.” A stern, cold voice that could only belong to one elven-king spoke. “Though your choice to go against a direct order to not engage the enemy is a bold one, what is your explanation for such?”

Whipping around Legolas and Tauriel were met with the arrival of Thranduil, saddled onto his elk, with a string of soldiers following behind.

“I’m waiting.” He sharply enunciated, staring down at the two, Tauriel with mild annoyance, and Legolas with displeasure at his son’s insurance to throw himself face first into danger with no forethought.

Clearing her throat, Tauriel chose her words carefully, “Well. My King, My squadron and I were only going to do reconnaissance. We have no knowledge of what the being that emitted the light looks like, or of their allegiance, we simply wanted to obtain information. After that we would have immediately come back with a report.” Bowing, she chose not to meet King Thranduil’s gaze.

“I see, so when you said ‘I want to surround this thing, and if it makes sudden movements I want to be able to suppress it.’, it was for reconnaissance, and not for a plan to apprehend the creature?” Thranduil rebuked, a sharp gaze settled on Tauriel’s head, one she could feel boring threw her skull.

Stepping up, Legolas leveled his gaze with his father’s, “Are you going to offer me an answer or an excuse for your actions, Legolas?” Thraduil swiftly cut him off.

Taking a breath, he readjusted the grip on his bow, it’s times like this where he feels like King Thranduil, not his father, “An answer,” pause, “father” just long enough to border on disrespectful, in a sly attempt to get under his father’s skin the same why that his father so effortlessly does to him. The subtle twitch in his left eyebrow tells Legolas that he was successful.

“Then let’s hear it.”

“The light had only harmed the spider, and left the forest untouched, that was our initial observation, but as we journeyed closer to the origin of the light, we realized that the light wasn’t just killing the spiders. It was healing the forest, and the closer we got the more healed the forest was.” Legolas spoke, geasutring to the forest around.

“The prince is right, look at the forest floor, flowers!” A soldier shouted, a tizy began to form as the soldier fully started taking in the forest.

“It’s been ages since flowers have bloomed in the woodlands!” Another cried.

“Maybe I should bring some home for my kids, I think they’ll be surprised.”

“SILENCE!” Thranduil boomed, a cold hush falling over. Finally dismounting, he began trending along the forest floor, before bending down, hands brushing against the soft petals of a white lily. He could feel the life in the plane, this was no mirage conjured by some sorcerer, this was real.

Standing up, he made his decision, even if he doesn’t have all the pieces to the puzzle he has enough to form a plan, and if this being has the power the push the spiders back and revitalize the forest, then they must be secured.

“Tauriel, you said the creature is in the grove up ahead?”

“Yes my King”

Turning to his soldier, “Secure the area around the groove, I want no chance of this creature escaping. Be ready in the chance it becomes hostile, but I want every effort to avoid harming it, it’s too much of a valuable resource to let it be killed.” Spinning back towards the grove, soldiers quickly split, beginning to form a perimeter around.

“And what will you do father?” Legolas questioned, quickly springing to follow his father, as he and a group of soldiers made a direct trek to the grove.

“Negotiate.” A short answer as always from his father Legolas mused, unaware of the turbulent thoughts that swirled within his father’s head.

‘What could it possibly be seeking? Most don’t do such great deeds until an agreement is in place for something in return. This could be a ploy to try to make the woodland realm indebted to them, but it’s not well thought out. We could simply reject them and throw them out after all this work. It’s truly strange what their motives are.’

Gaspes echoed around as their eyes came to see the grove, yet Thranduil stayed tight lipped.

“It’s beautiful!” “So many flowers!” “Is this what Valinor is supposed to look like?”

The trees gave way to a small sunlit meadow area, illuminated by the sun were thousands of flowers, flowers so plentiful you couldn’t see the woodland floor, you couldn’t even see the lush grass underneath. It looked as if a rainbow had painted the ground with its cascading colors, a calming smell of florals filing the air.

It felt so peaceful here, as if the whole world was separate from this lone piece of land.

“This is the center right?” A soldier beside Thranduil questioned.

“Wait, I see something!” Another shouted, pointing to the center.

Focusing on the center, he could see an ident in the pasture of flowers, it was small, but large enough to be something.

Taking strides towards the mass, Legolas a few steps behind much to his fathers chagrin, “Do not approach until I order it. I don’t want to risk any potential alliance because some fool mistakes another being's culture or mannerisms.”

The closer he got, the more he could make out of the creature’s appearance. At first he saw a pair of shoes, then legs that seemed to be covered in a tight black material, a red skirt with folds that seemed far too short with a strange white line along the bottom, a human’s formal shirt, with one of those obnoxiously large bows they seem so fond of. But when he saw their face he realized, this wasn’t a hobbit, nor a dwarf, this was a female human child, but as he gazed at the halo of snow white hair that fell around their head, he wondered if this creature was human. Whatever it was, it seemed to be asleep, chest slowly falling and rising with each breath.

As he gazed upon this creature, their beauty was notable, far too pretty to be lumped in with the species of man, yet his mind kept wandering to the age of this creature, it looked so small, laying in a forest completely defenseless. It…She couldn’t have been abandoned, far to clean, only a few flower petals litter her hair, her clothes looked to be of material he had never seen, but nevertheless the white formal shirt lay wrapped around her body as pristine in color as her hair. Her existence left him with questions only she could hopefully answer. Void of other options for answers, walking the creature up is the easy part, he was only hoping they were as peaceful awake as asleep.

Warmth.

Everywhere.

It felt so nice.

A gentle waft of florals filling Y/N lungs with each breath, she could,’t help but snuggle deeper into her arms, body shifting ever so slightly. A soft blade of grass ran across her nose, making it scrunch.

Wait….

Grass?

Eyelids shot open, ruby iris darting around in shock, turning quickly to lock on the figure that stood above them, one that held a…a sword. Mind traveling a million miles a second, yet body feeling a century behind. Jolting up to her hand, crying in horror, her legs too weak to stand, forced to desperately crawl backwards, away, anywhere but here.

But life isn't that easy, eyes scanning, in a frenzy for an escape, she realized there was none. Surrounded, she was surrounded, armored soldiers stationed along the tree line, there was no escape. Tears that had sat idle began to swell, spilling like fresh rain, muddled hiccups followed as her situation only became more real.

She was gonna die.

Again.

Turning to face her executioner, she noticed there were two of them, both with matching long blonde hair that sparkled in the light, if they weren’t here to kill her she might have asked them about their hair routine. Though she did notice the younger of the two did seem more weary, eyes casting a concerned look, but Y/N doubted it was for her. They were her to most likely behead her, judging by the sword, or at least she was hoping it would be that fast, her other death was.

She didn’t want to die, not again. Y/N didn’t want to die in the first place, if it was a perfect world she would still be back in her world and be at F/N home studying and laughing at some stupid teen drama they had found.

But no Y/N here in a forest surrounded by soldiers wearing weird armor; armor she had only ever seen anything remotely similar in a museum, with two people dressed differently standing only a dozen feet away. So Y/N did what any sane person did that wanted to live, and begged for her life, like her life depended on it, because it did.

Eyes cloudy with tears, she gazed at floral expanse beneath her, maybe they would have more pity on her if they didn’t see her eyes, she mused. Taking in a shaky breath, she spoke the question that she feared to ask, “You’re here to kill me, aren't you?” She tried to sound strong, but her voice only wobbled as tears fell on the flowers below.

“No.”

“Please just make it as painless as possibl-no? You said no?” Y/N mind was reeling, if they weren’t here to kill her, then why all the soldiers, or the weapons. Maybe they were trying to get here to lower her guard, that has to be it. Casting a questioning gaze to the sword resting on the hip of the older man, it looked ornate, far nicer than any sword she had seen in a museum. ‘Could this be a ritualistic killing!? I've heard about it on the news, people use blades like that.’ Y/N couldn’t stop the way her heart sped up, it was gonna burst from her chest, they were lying, it was all some sick game to lure her out, to trick her.

“Adar, megil lín (Father, your sword).” A hurried voice spoke, words she could not understand, only surviving to fuel her fear. Eyes widening in horror as the older man reaches for his sword, this was it, she was gonna die again.

“Please no! Don’t kill me!” She cried, curling in on herself, unable to watch anymore, unable to face the harsh reality. Broken sobs wrecking her form, choked whimpers filling the silence of the forest. She just wanted it to be over, for everything to be over, no more stares, no more snide looks, no more anything. Why couldn’t she have been normal.

Yet as she lay hunched over, sobs never ceasing, it never came, the slice of a cold blade never even neared her fragile neck as she laid with it exposed. For all she heard, a metal clank fell against the forest bed, the man had abandoned his sword, thrown it to the side far out of reach, while the other had moved back towards the line of soldiers. Gentle footfalls approached her, Y/N couldn't bear to look up, fearing what she may face, armor clad feet only stopping just out of reach, shadow eclipsing her small form.

Gaining the courage to look up, to look at the man she fears will take her life does she begin to comprehend just how much larger he was then her, he towered over her, frankly he has to be taller then any human she had ever met. Broad shoulders that blocked the setting sun from view, neck straining to even look at his face. Icy blue eyes stared deep into her, looking through her, as if the holder could see everything about her,but as she sat, eyes blurry with tears, their gazes every locked.

Surprise reshaped her face, as the tall man bent to her level (well as close as he could get), taking a knee in front of her, their faces much closer, yet he still kept his hands where she could see them, never once making a fast move.

Up close she could make out the strong features of his face, his eyes were so pretty, so blue, so unlike her own. He was handsome, handsome enough that he probably had loads of women following him around, but he also seemed old enough to have a wife. It was hard to tell his age, he looked old and wise, yet effortlessly ethereal and full of youth.

“Child” A deep timbard voice drew her for the examination of his features, after gaining Y/N attention he continued, “We are not here to kill or harm you, we are here to negotiate” he paused, “to talk.” he quickly added. His gaze looks honest, but looks can always be deceiving.

Nodding, Y/N steadied her voice, using her sleeve to wipe the remnants of tears, “What is there to talk about?” She questioned, but judging by the flash of confusion that crossed his face maybe that wasn’t the right answer. “I-I-I m-mean if i did anything wrong I don’t know, one minute I was somewhere and the next I woke up here!” She stuttered out in a rush, trying to clear the air. Oh god did she get reincarnated into the body of a criminal, but that’s not possible she’s still wearing her school uniform. “Please you have to believe me!” She cried, hands pulling at her clothes, trying to think of anything to make them believe her. Panic completely taking over, hands moving to her hair, pulling desperately, trying to come up with anything, anything at all to say.

Her skin felt too tight, her heart was in her ears, the tears were back. Please no, she was gonna have a panic attack in front of a bunch of complete strangers.

More words said in a language she couldn’t understand flew over her head. Voices were blurring together, everything was blurring together, air starting to feel thin, she was gonna pass out.

Clicks of metal echo in her ears, something dropped on the ground on a foot aways from her, she couldn’t look. This was the end.

A hand.

A warm hand.

A hand devoid of metal or cloth, sat on the crown of her head, stopping the harsh ministrations to her hair. It didn’t move, not at first, no it just lay there, heat emanating off, a warmth that slowed the manic pace of her brain. Until she lowered her hands, the stagnant hand began to move, a smooth circle across her scalp, gently threading her hair between its fingers, yet not one strand ever snagged. Muscles relaxing, she had been on edge and tense for so long, to finally come down, it felt nice. This felt nice. Y/N can’t even remember the last time someone soothed her like this, a brief flash, a memory of mother Melissa giving her head pats was the closest, but not like this. Closing her eyes, soaking in the warmth, unaware of how she leaned into the hand so generously calming her down.

Everything started to catch up to Y/N.

Being chased through the streets, getting mocked, dying, waking up and having to face death all over again.

She just felt so tired, and as the hand continued to massage her scalp, she felt herself slip into the world of dreams, body going limp and sliding forward, ready to fall.

Except this time when she fell, a pair of arms were waiting to catch her.

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she-wolf09231982 · 1 year

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Chapter 1- Knowing One's Place

Summary: You and Legolas have been friends since childhood, but as you become adults, King Thrandruil, father to Legolas, begins to fear the Greenleaf legacy is threatened by your affection towards each other.

Author Note: Character introduction, Y/N, Legolas x FemaleElf, Elves, Royalty, Kings, Lords, Prince, Princesses, Mentions of Weapons and War, Lord of the Rings movie references/Pre Fellowship of the Ring, Sindarin language, Sindarin to English translations

*Suitress-Female suitor

*heni-, nin réd- understand, my son

*bein -iel- fair daughter

Italics signify flashbacks and character thoughts.

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You remember your childhood quite fondly with Legolas. Since the pair of you have been able to walk, your parents would always find you and Legolas pursuing adventures in the thickets surrounding Mirkwood. Legolas’ father, Thranduil, Elvin King of Mirkwood, perceived no threat at the time since you were merely children at play. As the two of you grew into young adults, he sensed he would have to intervene sooner rather than later when your endearments heightened towards one another. His longstanding ambition was to preserve the purity of the Sindarin royal bloodline, regardless of the cost. Your father, however, Lord Elrond of Rivendell, permitted you to be youthful playmates, and decided to not predetermine the future for you and Legolas as you progressed into adulthood.

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You shared many of the same interests as Legolas. Although you each excelled in different battle related skill sets, you would each tutor the other to nurture the other’s drawback until you’ve become a master at it. For instance, Legolas was a superior archer, and would assist you with your aim and accuracy. He often took you to the river near the kingdom to go bowfishing after you’ve mastered stationary targets. You outrivaled most Elvin warriors in swordplay, so you trained with Legolas four times a week to refine his already elevated fencing abilities.

Thranduil has often scolded Legolas for lavishly spending hours upon hours a day with you when he should be sustaining his royal obligations as Prince of Mirkwood. During his adolescence, Legolas’ punctuality suffered significantly at the expense of your engagements together, which irritated his father and in turn, frustrated yours.

Your father being a more forbearing parent, Elrond had a heart to heart with you and Legolas about imperial responsibilities and the toll it may take if you fail to fulfill them. Since then you each made sure to be more mindful of the time you spent with one other. Last thing you or Legolas wanted was to impair any good standings you had with each other’s families and the provinces.

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Legolas once again finds himself in his father’s study being lectured for his ongoing mischief with you in the forest as of late. A song and dance which Legolas was growing very weary of as a grown elf.

“Father, my affairs with Y/N isn’t all for naught. We practice worthwhile ploys daily together which would prove valuable in the event of an attack.” Legolas justified.

Thranduil turned to his son with an exasperated expression.

“My son, more evolves from these encounters than you realize.” He stated.

Legolas tilted his head curiously. “Go on.” He insisted.

Thranduil sighed then continued. “The time you waste with Y/N could be time spent considering a *suitress since you’re of age for marriage.”

Legolas rolled his eyes then averted his gaze out the window, remaining silent.

Another annoyed exhalation left Thranduil before he continued.

“Legolas, please *heni-, nin réd,” his father pleaded, “existing as a royal means you serve your kingdom, and one of those responsibilities is to make sure the noble bloodline remains pure. You will unite with a thoroughbred Elvin princess to preserve that lineage.”

Legolas looked back at him. “Father, you speak of me as if I’m a steed to showcase for breeding. And you suspect too much. Y/N and I are simply companions, nothing more.” He reassured.

Thranduil cast his son a look of disbelief.

Legolas turned on his heel and left the room with no other words, leaving his father disgruntled once more.

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Lord Elrond has spent many a day walking the gardens of Rivendell with you, discussing you and your 3 siblings duties as royalty, battles he’s won and lost, distant lands he’s travelled whilst befriending the beings and creatures that resided there, and above all, how ethereal and divine your mother, Lady Celebrían, was in life.

“She was celestial, Y/N.” He reminisced. “Your brothers Elladan carries her wit and mischievousness whilst Elrohir holds her aptitude for intricate knowledge and appreciation of solitude. Arwen possesses your mother’s gift of patience and empathy. You, my daughter, gained the desire for valor and adventure… which I am at a loss of how or why.” He said shaking his head with a weak yet amused smile.

You laugh gently. You always enjoyed your evening strolls with your father on the kingdom grounds.

A long pause lingered before your father spoke again.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to discuss something of importance with you.” He declared.

You look up at him concerned. “Yes? Everything alright, father?” You asked.

He casted a soft smile at you. “It’s nothing terrible, *bein -iel,” he reassured, “I spoke with his majesty, King Thranduil-“

You sighed quite audibly, expressing your displeasure at the mention of your comrade’s father.

Elrond shook his head choosing to ignore your escaped crudeness.

“-and he voiced concern of the amount of time Legolas has been squandering with combat practices, while he should be concentrating on his stately duties.”

You look at your father affectionately skeptical.

“His ‘stately duties’ as in, choosing a princess to wed?” You dared to question.

Elrond directed a look of shock towards you.

“I didn’t say that-“ He began the effort to recover with an authoritative tone.

He clearly tried to reduce the level of concern on Thranduil’s behalf about your relationship with Legolas. Nonetheless, you saw right through your father's ruse, finding it quaint and entertaining.

You chuckled respectfully, “Father, I’m aware that Legolas has 'stately duties' to carry out.” You respond, emphasizing ‘stately duties’ sarcastically in an imitation deep voice.

Your father groaned, massaging his eyelids with his forefinger and thumb hoping to tame the headache you’ve been giving him for the majority of your life.

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deadlymistletoe · 10 months

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A Marriage Overridden

Pairing: Thranduil x f!reader

Genre: Angst/romance

Description: Keeping your relationship with Thranduil a secret backfires when your parents arrange a marriage for you. Thankfully, all arranged marriages have to go through the elvenking himself.

Warnings: None? Reader doesn't have the best parents, but nothing physical or too bad overall.

Word count: 1745

The only sound was that of the basket you had been holding clattering to the ground, flowers so lovingly picked spilling out.

You stared between your parents, your eyes pleading with them to announce that this was nothing more than a joke made in bad taste.

They didn’t.

“No. No! You can’t!” You choked out. This couldn’t be happening. You had to have heard wrong… but no, your mother shook her head, a small smile on her face.

“Y/N, this is a good thing. We only want what’s best for you, and nothing can get better than this.” She ignored you as you shook your head, in denial. “Callon is a well respected soldier in the king’s guard, and his parents have agreed that the two of you would make a fine match. You would be respected, and treated well, what more could you want?”

Thranduil. The name was on the tip of your tongue, but you held it back, whether from the shock or the practice of keeping your involvement with the king a secret you weren’t sure.

When you’d first gotten involved with Thranduil, the secrecy had been necessary - it was a new relationship, he was the king - well above your own social status - and neither of you wanted the opinions of the kingdom to influence your relationship. Whether it worked out or not, at least then it could happen naturally without being scrutinized.

As your relationship developed into something more serious, neither of you suggested letting the secrecy stop - this was something that was yours, it belonged to the two of you, and neither of you wanted to burst the little bubble the two of you were in.

Besides - there was just something exciting about that idea of sneaking around, forbidden fruit, so to speak (you still remembered the way your heart had rapidly beat against your chest when the two of you had been abruptly interrupted and you’d had to hide in the large closet of silks while Galion spoke to the king about a delivery of wine of all things.)

You were happy. You were, dare you say it, in love.

And now, when faced with the question of what you could want more than what your parents were offering, an image of the pale-haired ellon surfaced in your mind.

You took a deep breath, looking at your parents. “I can’t marry Callon. Please don’t ask me why, I just can’t.”

Your father frowned. “This could be your only chance. If you can’t give us a proper reason..”

He trailed off and you stuttered, scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t reveal the secret you kept so close to your heart. “I don’t love him!”

Your mother laughed lightly. “Oh, my dear Y/N. If that’s all then there’s nothing to be worried about. Your father and I weren’t in love either, but we came to love each other over time. I’m sure it would be the same for you.” She lowered her voice as if telling a secret. “Besides, I’ve heard Callon is very fond of you.”

You scoffed. “I’ve spoken to him once, to ask him to move out of a doorway! How can he be fond of me? He doesn’t even know me!”

Your mother stopped smiling. “That’s enough. This is going ahead whether you like it or not. We can’t let an opportunity like this slide past.”

You felt betrayed as you looked at your parents who had raised you, loved you. “That’s all this is to you? An opportunity? You care more about gaining status than what I want?”

Your father shook his head. “We’re doing this for you. You’ll thank us later. Now make yourself presentable. We’ve scheduled an audience with King Thranuil in order to make the arrangement official.”

After you’d locked yourself in your bedroom you leant back against the door. The ‘audience’ with the king was in less than an hour. Your parents had given you no warning so you wouldn’t have time to try to find a way around the arrangement.

You didn’t even have time to find Thranduil and warn him. Oh, no. Sure, the king had the option to decline the arrangement with good reason, but what reason was good enough? Would he risk the aftermath of revealing his relationship with you just for this? What if he thought you wanted this? Asked for it even, and decided not to tell him?

This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. And now you were seated stiffly beside Callon, avoiding Thranduil’s gaze from where he sat across from you on the other side of his desk.

You and Callon’s parents sat on either side of the two of you, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.

It didn’t take Thranduil long to read the document that needed only his signature to be valid.

His eyes moved questionly to you when he finished, and you wondered if you imagined the brief look of confusion and hurt before his expression cleared.

Maybe it was a testament to just how strong your relationship had become, but in the brief moment your eyes locked, you could almost hear him asking you, ‘Is this what you want?’ and you replied with a very slight shake of your head, your eyes clearly sending him your answer. ‘No.’

He didn’t reply, instead turning his attention to the elves who had arranged the marriage and leaned back in his seat with a sigh, “I’m afraid I shall have to override this marriage.”

You let out a silent sigh of relief, wondering just how he was going to justify his decision. After all, it was almost unheard of for the king to interfere with this sort of thing, simply signing off on it without a second thought.

Callon frowned beside you, but you didn’t pay him any mind, instead watching as confusion and slight frustration passed over the faces of the others in the room.

“What?” Your mother stumbled over her words, "Why?” Your father nudged her and she quickly tacked on the words, “Your majesty.”

Thranduil looked almost amused as he answered. “Your daughter is already betrothed. She can hardly be betrothed to two ellon’s at the same time, can she?”

The looks that crossed the faces of your parents would have been comical had it been any other situation.

Callon’s parents looked at yours in confusion and annoyance, clearly wondering why your parents had agreed to such an arrangement if their daughter was already romantically attached to someone.

Then you did a double take as his words registered.

What?

“To who?”

You narrowed your eyes. Yes, you thought, to whom am I betrothed without knowing it?

He met your eyes with his. “To me.”

Oh. Oh! You felt your heart flutter in your chest, your cheeks heating up before you were knocked back to reality at the reactions of the others in the room.

Shock covered the faces of the other elves in the room, and as you timidly watched the emotions cross your parent’s faces, Callon’s mother spoke up. “It seems that none of us were aware of this development, otherwise we never would have suggested…”

Your mother turned to look at you. “Why didn’t you tell us?” She asked, and you couldn’t tell if she was more angry or hurt that you hadn’t told her.

You searched fruitlessly for an answer, vaguely hearing Callon’s parents leave the room after excusing themselves, when Thranduil’s low voice cut in, answering for you. “I asked her not to. Clearly, I was wrong in doing so, but do not punish your daughter for my misjudgement.”

Your parents stared at Thranduil - who had come around to your side of the desk - for a moment before quickly assuring him that they didn’t blame him, nor would they take it out on you.

Your mother paused on the way out, looking at you. “Are you happy?”

You glanced at Thranduil, watching you carefully before looking back at your mother. “Yes.”

She nodded, glancing between you and Thranduil. “We’ll speak to you later.”

As they left, movement suddenly reminded you that Callon was still here as he stood up, glancing nervously at his king.

Thranduil tilted his head towards the elf. “I do not blame you for the mistakes of others. Go in peace.”

Callon nodded, relieved, and headed for the door but hesitated, looking back at you before leaving. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad our parents weren’t able to go through with it, for my heart too is already taken.”

You gave him a smile as he left, suddenly feeling much more sympathetic towards the ellon.

You turned back to Thranduil, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he only said what he did to override the arrangement? What if he didn’t actually wish to marry you? What would happen now the secret was out?

He didn’t give you much any more time to worry. As soon as you’d turned around his lips landed on yours and you felt yourself relaxing against him. This had to be a good sign, right?

Thranduil pulled back, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he looked at you, voice a mere murmur as he spoke. “I apologize if I was out of line, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Of course, if you don’t wish to marry me you are under no obligation-”

“What?” You cut him off, wondering if you were hearing right.

He frowned before beginning to repeat himself, but you interrupted again. “No, I mean, you weren’t just saying it? You mean if I did wish to marry you…you’d be okay with it?”

He shook his head, a bemused expression on his face. “Of course I’d be okay with it. I just didn’t want to assume…getting married would mean telling people about our relationship and I wasn’t sure you’d want that.”

A smile came across your lips. “You should have said something earlier.”

He hummed. “I suppose if I had then we wouldn’t have ended up in a situation like today.”

You giggled before becoming serious again. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. It was too late by the time my parents told me.”

His breath brushed against your ear as he leant closer, pulling you against me. “It’s not your fault,” you felt him smirk against your skin, “but should you wish to make it up to me regardless…”

“Of course.” You breathed as he connected your lips once more.

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Series

Unraveled(Broadchurch):

Ch.1: Introductions

Ch.2: Unhappy Ellie

Ch.3: The Family

Ch.4: Reacquainting

Ch.5: Tough Times

Ch.6: I Fucking Hate Reporters

Ch.7: Frustration

Ch.8: Dull

Ch.9 IDK WTF IS HAPPENING

Balto's Sister:

Ch.1: The Big Race

Ch.2: Steele

Ch.3: Concerned

Ch.4 DISCONTINUED

Feral Pride:

Ch.1: Before and Now

Ch.2: Pack Placements

Ch.3: The Hunter and the Hunted

Ch.4: An Encounter with Death

Ch.5: Secrets for the Future

Ch.6: DISCONTINUED

Scar's Adopted Brother(Lion King):

Ch.1: Life as Little Brother

Ch.2: Fight for Leadership

Ch.3: New Rivals

Ch.4: Eavesdropper

Ch.5: Untrustworthy

Ch.6: Foreboding

Ch.7 DISCONTINUED

The Elder Maximoff:

Ch.1: Hail Hydra

Ch.2: Captain America

Ch.3: The Meeting

Ch.4: Intimidation

Ch.5: More than a Confrontation

Ch.6: Safe House

Ch.7: Seoul

Ch.8: The Cradle

Ch.9: The Vision

Ch.10: DISCONTINUED

Woodland Princess(The Hobbit):

Ch.1: A Journey Begins

Ch.2: The Company

Ch.3: The Conversation

Ch.4: The Adventure Begins

Ch.5: Confrontation

Ch.6: Expected

Ch.7: Turn of Events

Ch.8: The Great Chase

Ch.9: Memories

Ch.10: DISCONTINUED

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ༻ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞-𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

(A/n) ➳ I have written this over three times as an attempt to get Daemon’s personality correct and I butchered his character... P.S, I used a High Valyrain translator. I’m not sure how correct it is but you can find it HERE.

Word Count ➳ 1.8k

Content Warnings ➳ 3rd P.O.V, alcohol use, theft, threats of violence, mentions of murder, mentions of death, mentions of war...

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Daemon stepped into the Prancing Pony, slipping off his waterlogged hood to reveal his platinum blonde hair and violet eyes. It was a candlelit inn, a seemingly calm one for the night. He observed the inn a couple of hours before entering, he wanted to make sure few eyes were on him.

But his observation of the inn did him nothing, everyone stared at him, gaining all kinds of attention. Good or bad. He kept his arm rested on his sword, making his weapon known so no one would dare.

He approached the bar, setting his pouch of coin he stole off a drunk bystander. “A pint of strong ale.”

The bartender eyed him before pouring his drink. Daemon handed the man the coin, taking the wooden mug in return.

His nose scrunched at the heavy and bitter taste of the ale. Daemon could certainly hold his own when it came to drinking but this was different. He took the mug as he left the bar and made himself comfortable in a corner with a man.

It was his contact from the last lead that led him to the Prancing Pony. “I was right to say you are not from these parts.” The man started. “You are causing trouble, drawing eyes from people you do not want to start a war with.”

Daemon scoffed, laughing to himself. “These people are the least of my worries. I only care of the dragon people speak of.”

But the man started to laugh, too loud for Daemon’s taste. “The dragon they only hear of is Smaug.” Yet his eyes became wide with a mixture of fascination and fear. “I’ve seen another, not as big but just as fearsome.” He murmured.

Daemon breathed deeply, his jaw clenched as his grip tightened around his mug. “And you dare hold the information from me?”

The man rolled his eyes. He sat back in his chair, throwing his leg over the table. “Go East of the Misty Mountains, you will find Mirkwood.” The man ignored his questions and pointed at his hair. “You will find its rider, a woman with strands of hair that match yours.”

“Now you give me this information? At no cost?”

“You cannot scare me, Daemon Targaryen. There are many things worse than dragon fire.”

Daemon rushed out of the inn feeling frustrated, he was played like a fool. Another reason to despise this place.

He pulled his hood over his head as the rain poured heavily down on him.

He always knew his older brother was obsessed with omens and prophecies, but Daemon was able to believe in one of Visery’s dreams. a Targaryen had found their own path to safety, escaping the calamity that took their home.

“The Targaryen dynasty will rule beyond Westeros.”

He was stuck in his mind for hours, keeping himself busy until he found Caraxes still deep in his slumber. Daemon took a breath before he spoke softly in High Valyrian, running his hand over his long and slender neck.

“Vēzot, Caraxes.”

Daemon flew to the East of the Misty Mountains, it was a trip of two days, three before he found Mirkwood. A kingdom surrounded by woods, isolated from the rest of the world.

Caraxes landed just feet away from the narrow bridge, but his neck was long enough to reach the gates where two guards stood.

They remained still as they felt Caraxes’s hot breath and saw him bare his teeth.

Daemon sat up tall in his saddle, he relaxed one wrist over the other. “I demand an audience with your lord!” He exclaimed. “Step aside and you shall live to go home to your families.”

Caraxes grumbled when the guards did not move or say a word. Daemon clicked his tongue after another minute of silence. He wanted to take his brother’s words into consideration. How he must learn to control his anger, how this world was unlike Westeros.

Talking was getting Daemon nowhere since he was met with silence. “It is a simple request that I am sure you can fulfill, I have no need to burn your kingdom but turn me away and I will.”

But it was a failure.

Yes, they reacted, drawing their bows, and shouting in their tongues. It was not the reaction he was hoping for...

“You have chosen your own fates.” Caraxes pulled back and opened his jaws. “Drac-”

Suddenly, the gates creaked open, another Legolas stood at the entrance, walking forward with his bow in hand.

“You seek and audience with our King.” Legolas stated, looking up at Daemon with a stern expression. “But first, you must hand over your weapons. I shall not let you approach the King armed.”

Daemon's eyes narrowed, his hand itching to draw Dark Sister and so he declared.

“We must obey by their rules, it’s their land but it won’t be for long.”

Dameon gave a curt nod and huffed. He dismounted Caraxes to stand before Legolas. He drew his sword along with its scabbard.

Legolas shouted orders the guards to come forward, his eyes glued on Daemon. They came forward, taking everything out of his hands, Dark Sister, and his cloak.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he knew it gained him access to Mirkwood.

Legolas was sure there were no more weapons on him. “The King awaits.” He turned his back, walking back into the kingdom with Daemon behind him.

He took one final glance, watching Caraxes whistle again until the gates shut.

Daemon did not hide his amazement at the inside of Mirkwood, he made his expressions clear and kept his composure but remained carefree. He was surrounded by guards, but he walked like he owned the place as his head stayed high.

Then, it was just Legolas walking with him, and it was not long before he was brought in front of the king.

Thranduil sat on his throne, one leg over the other. His finger tapped the arm rest as he looked at Daemon with a lack of concern.

“My Lord.” Daemon addressed. “It seems you’ve been expecting me.”

Legolas took his place by Tauriel’s side. She whispered in his ear, something making him huff in anger and shaking his head.

Thranduil stood from his throne, his hands clasped together. “Of course I have, you made yourself quite known.” He stepped down the steps. “I received word from an acquaintance, he said your dragon was like a serpent. I wondered what they called your dragon back in Westeros.”

“You’re aware?”

“I’m quite aware.” Thranduil responded. “You’re home called Valyria, dragons that you ride, and you Targaryens... I’m only aware of the name after her relative stepped foot on Middle-Earth with a clutch of eggs and managed to sire many offsprings.”

“Where are they?”

“All of them killed each other, it’s difficult to say what happened but (Y/n) appeared with said egg hatched.” Thranduil slowly circled Daemon. “I cannot speak to what happened to the rest of the clutch but now she’s here and you’re here for her.”

“I intend to bring her home.”

Thranduil stopped at his left side, shaking his head. “You will not take her home. She knows no other home than here, Mirkwood.”

Daemon wanted to punch him, stab him, have him burned to death. But he knew better than to do anything disorderly. “She does not belong here. She belongs with her family, with the rest of the Targaryens.”

Thranduil’s eyes flashed with anger as he got in his face. “I have raised her since she was a babe, she is my ward, my own. I will not allow you to disturb her home and peace.” He took a couple steps back before waving Daemon away.

Tauriel attempted to grab his arm, but Daemon shrugged her off. “She has no place here!” He shouted. “Where is she?!”

Thranduil walked back up to his throne, sneering at Daemon. “You have no right to demand anything for me.” He gestured for Tauriel to proceed, ignoring the threats and curses coming from Daemon, it clearly had no effect on him.

Tauriel summoned the guards. “Hold him.” She readied her bow.

Daemon kicked the elf in the chest, pushing him back. He twisted the other’s arm, grabbing his dagger only for Tauriel to shoot it out of his hands.

“If you wish to keep your hands, you will come.” She held no room for argument. “īlon līs ȳzaldrīzes mērī.” He nearly froze in place and Tauriel could see her words confusing him. But the guards grabbed hold of his arms and Tauriel pushed him to walk.

“We must talk alone.”

Caraxes awoke, he was curled up near the entrance, grumbling when he caught sight of Daemon surrounded. He shoved their hands off him. “My effects?” Tauriel took them from one and handed them to him.

Tauriel nodded at the guards, dismissing them. “How did you get here?” She questioned, eyeing his armor and then his dragon.

His dragon had a saddle too, but it was wrapped around his chest with a three headed dragon.

“I’d care to explain but I do not.” Daemon threw on his cloak. “Yet I only care to learn where did you hear those words.”

“There is a Targaryen here.” She confirmed in a hushed voice. “And I fear that darker things may be her future.”

Daemon's brow furrowed. “Yet why help me?” He questioned, staring down at her.

Tauriel’s expression softened, sadness forming on her face. “I care for (Y/n), deeply.” She confessed, her voice barely audible. “But I fear the path she is on will lead to tragedy. If there is a chance to changer her fate, I must take it.”

“Where is she?”

“I cannot tell you exactly where she is.” She explained. “I received word that she had left the kingdom once again without the King’s permission. But there is a nest, past the Enchanted River. (Y/n) is known to frequent that area.”

Without another moment’s hesitation, he mounted Caraxes and took to the skies. Tauriel watched as Caraxes flew for a couple moments then descended.

“The King will not be pleased if he learned you gave out (Y/n)’s location.” Legolas appeared, looking disappointed. “He could kill her.”

“He will not.” Tauriel sharply retorted.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I would rather (Y/n) perish happily than see her and her dragon fall on the battlefield.”

(Y/n) drew her sword as Caraxes landed in front of her. Aegar’s upper body hovered over her as he growled at the sight of the two, stretching his wings, ready to defend her.

Daemon dismounted Caraxes, approaching (Y/n) but stayed at a safe distance. “Nyke emagon daor māzigon naejot vīlībagon.” He said.

“I have not come to fight.”

Her breath hitched as her heart quickened. She continued to look back and forth, between Daemon and Caraxes. She kept a tight grip on her sword. “Who are you and why have you come?” She ordered loudly.

“I am Daemon Targaryen.” Daemon replied. “And I have come to take you home.”

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