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frost-queen · 3 months

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Lady of Mirkwood | (Reader x Thranduil)

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| Meeting Thranduil

You met Thranduil when the Third age progressed. It was when the Necromancer unknown then but known as Sauron later on claimed the abandoned fortress of Amon Lanc to make it into Dol Guldur. Sauron infected the woods with spiders and orcs. The spiders and the orcs expended their reach claiming more and more for them. Infecting the very nature with their filth and death.

All the elves were forced to leave the woods. Those who fought back were brought down. Countless of lost elves filled the sickening woods. You were amongst some elves that were fleeing. The orcs had increased their stench to the part of the woods where you lived. With a few douzen you were. Fleeing for your lives as the orcs hunted you down. The woods had grown iller. Spider cobs were not too much yet in these parts. But a few spiders having expended their webs out to your lands.

Some elves wanted to stay and fight. They barely lasted long as the pack of orcs were too many. Sweeping them down in a matter of seconds. The others fled as fast as they could. Hatred, anger and sorrow grieving your hearts. You were running trying to stay out of the orcs clutches. The orcs attack made you stumble, dropping to the ground. Surrounded by death and darkness. You thought it was over. You thought you were never going to see the undying lands, but then a bright light appeared between the trees. The illumination blinded the orcs sending them back a bit. The light faded as you could see a small group of elves charge for battle. Lead by a High elf.

The orcs never stood a chance. The High elf approached you, helping you up your feet. The moment his eyes met with his, he was struck. Gasping breathlessly at your grace and beauty. The woods no longer having a place for you, he took you in. Thranduil his name was. King of the woodland realm.

| Life at the woodland realm

Thranduil was smitten with you. For the first time in many ages, the so cocky king found beauty in another. He threated you like a guest with the highest honor. Quarters close to his. Thranduil would host parties just to have an excuse to dance with you. He never let any other elf near you. He wanted you for himself. You sometimes dared to tease Thranduil by speaking to other elves, just to see his reaction. You loved how easily jealous he was. He would come over, pull you gently behind him while urging them in a polite way to leave. Sometimes he would lay his robe over your shoulder to hint to others that you were his.

Underneath the moonlight on a summer's day was when you had your first kiss with Thranduil. Forever giving yourself to one another. He married you a month later never wanted to be parted from you ever again. You became queen of the woodland realm. All the elves present adored you for your righteousness and kind heart. Whenever Thranduil dared to lose his temper, you were there to calm him down. Sometimes you would come along with Thranduil and his army in an attempt to reclaim your woods. When Thranduil saw his numbers dim and almost losing you in a battle, he gave up. Not wanting to see his people be slaughtered or see you in danger. For he could not afford to lose you, his brightest star.

| Legolas

Legolas was born with grace. You loved every little detail of him. Thranduil would be careful at first. For he feared to hold such a fragile creature. He feared he might harm it in any way. You would show him he could do no harm. Taking his hand and bringing it up to Legolas for him to touch. His fingers would brush against his cheek making Legolas flutter a laugh. On that Thranduil was sold. Taking his son in his arms and care deeply for him.

As Legolas grew older, Thranduil insisted he had his features from you. Everything about Legolas reminded him of you. With the coming of Legolas was Thranduil more careful. You were no longer aloud out of the woodland realm. Not wanting anything to happen to you or Legolas. You had to admit it felt a bit lonely being unable to see the old woods. Your home that you missed dearly. With each year it grew colder and deader. Plagued by orcs and spiders. Since you had no where else to go, you focused more on Legolas. Teaching him how to defend himself. It was you who introduced Legolas to the bow and arrow. When Legolas was old enough to have his own bow, he would name it after you.

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rottencherrypie · 15 days

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R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades.

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in.

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you.

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings.

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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emmyspov · 1 year

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Prioritise yourself (Thranduil x Reader)

author's note: happy easter to everyone who celebrates it and a happy weekend to all either way🪻this is honestly one of the most scary things i've posted because it's something so personal that i relate to a lot, but i thought maybe someone else might need it, too🥺 please always remember that nothing will ever be more important than your health and well-being 🩷

warnings: symptoms of burnout, lack of sleep, exhaustion, negative self-talk, skipping meals, mentions of food, nudity (for taking a bath together) - please please please let me know if I forgot something! 🩷

word count: 1.9k

edit is mine, all pics are from pinterest :)

It had seemed like a smart idea when you offered Thranduil to help him with all the paperwork.

His days were filled with meetings and more often than not he only returned to your chambers once it was dark already.

So, for the past few months, you had been - more or less secretly - helping him with whatever you could: sending out invitations to other royals, filing away documents, re-writing contracts so all that would be left to do was sign them.

You were the king's partner after all and you wanted to help him as much as possible. This was your kingdom, your home, as much as it was his, as he regularly reminded you.

Thranduil noticed, obviously. The hours in his study were reduced since most things were taken care of in a perfect way already - he could return to your private rooms right after dinner and spend time with you instead which the Elvenking appreciated immensely.

However, over the past few weeks, things have taken a turn. And Thranduil noticed that, too.

How, on some days, you would get up earlier than him, how you would skip lunch and dinner with him - although it was one of your favorite things since you got to spend it with one another during your otherwise busy schedules - and instead eat by yourself, hunched over some papers. He noticed your tired eyes and dull skin and- lack happiness, to cut it short.

Worry didn't even remotely describe what he was feeling. He felt sick to his stomach when he thought about you being unhappy.

Today was no different.

You had gotten up before sunrise, leaving your husband a little love letter, before entering your own study to take care of all official things.

There was a lot to do. Other elves as much as people from Laketown and even dwarves were sending letters, hoping to schedule a meeting with the king himself to talk over whatever was bothering them.

You made it your mission to answer every single one of them, noting down appointments and also sending out excuses if Thranduil wasn't the right one to talk to when it came to certain matters.

By the end of the day, your head was pounding. You let out a yawn and rubbed your eyes, hoping to relieve some of the pressure behind them, but to no use.

Closing them for only a minute wouldn't hurt. You could still look for your husband afterwards.

A line had been crossed for the Elvenking.

It was the second day in a row that you skipped your shared meals and from what he just learned, you weren't eating them at all.

He needed to talk to you. He wouldn’t - and couldn’t - let you destroy yourself over some work. Your happiness and well being came first and he would make you realise that, no matter the cost.

After reaching your study and receiving no answer to his knocks, he let himself in with determined steps, only to stop abruptly as soon as he saw your sleeping figure. His eyes softened immediately.

"Oh, meleth."

With two big steps, he was by your side, crouching down until he was on eye level with you. Even in your sleep, you looked stressed, your eyebrows scrunched up, reminding him of the times you woke up from a bad dream.

"What are you doing to yourself, hm?"

Gentle, as if you would break like glass if he touched you with too much force, he picked you up and carried you out of the room and into your shared bed chamber where he set you down on the soft mattress and covered you with a fluffy blanket.

Thranduil left the room again for only a few moments so he could blow out the candle in your study and put everything where it belonged. He himself hated to work at a messy desk and didn't want you to deal with the same thing once you would return to work, although he didn't want to think about that yet. For now, you needed rest and all the love and care you could get.

He returned to your bedroom after he spoke to some of his subordinates to let them know neither he nor you would be available in the next three days.

You were still fast asleep, curled up into the blanket. The king walked over to you and slowly began to remove all your uncomfortable clothing before he himself put on a night gown.

Only then did he lay down next to you, carefully maneuvering your body into his arms, your head on his chest. Even in your sleep you wrapped your arm around his waist and entangled your legs, letting out a small sigh.

"Sleep, meleth, you've been working too hard", your husband whispered and brought his delicate fingertips up to brush some hair out of your face before letting them trail down to your back, rubbing some calming circles into your shoulder. "I'll watch over you, I promise."

And Thranduil kept his word.

He stayed up to make sure you slept through the night, occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple or the top of your head while his fingers were always touching you in some way.

It was nearly lunch time when you woke up the next day.

After noticing you were still cuddled up with your husband although the sun was already shining into the room, you immediately sat up.

"I- I overslept, oh Varda, there is so much to do. Why didn’t you wake me, my love?"

With a gentle force, Thranduil pressed you back onto the mattress.

"You've been overworking yourself for weeks and your health and happiness are suffering in return. I told everyone we wouldn't be available for the next few days. For the foreseeable future, we'll only take care of you."

You didn't want to cry. And you tried really hard to keep the tears at bay, but when the Elvenking looked at you with so much love in his eyes, you couldn’t stop them.

"I'm sorry for failing you, my king."

The elf wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Oh meleth, no. No, you didn't fail me, you never have. And you never will."

"I can't even take care of myself", you hiccuped, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "It's like the work and the pressure never stop and I'll never be good enough and now I am sitting here, crying to you, a literal king who has way more responsibility than me. I am so sorry to burden you with this."

Thranduil's heart was breaking. He couldn't believe this was how you saw yourself when, to him, you were the most beautiful being in all of Middle Earth.

"You are never a burden to me. Do you hear me? Never. We can fix this. You have to learn how to prioritise yourself. I can teach you. I will teach you. And we will start right now. You must be hungry, what do you want to eat?"

You fumbled around with your hands before looking up at the Elvenking. "Could I have some pancakes?"

Thranduil leaned forward to press a kiss against your nose. "Whatever you want, meleth nîn."

With one swift motion, he got up, put on one of his majestic robes and made his way to the kitchen to order your beloved pancakes and some additional treats as well as some hot and cold beverages.

He returned to your chambers with a first tray of food, watching your face lit up with delight at the sweet smell.

"Here you go, my love. Eat as much as you want and take all the time you need. There are no other things that need to get done today or the next few days."

You nodded and grabbed a plate, happily munching on the food the servants were bringing in over time.

The king was watching you carefully while he himself ate something. It was more than obvious that all the food was good for your mind, body and soul.

You let yourself fall back against the sheets when you were done, letting out a satisfied sigh. "That was good."

"It is about to get better. What do you think of a bath?"

Your eyes lit up. "Right now?"

The elf couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Is that what you want?"

You sat up, enthusiastically bouncing on the mattress and nodding your head. "Yes, please!"

Thranduil stood up again and walked into the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water and your favourite bath salts and flower petals before coming back to you.

With ease, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the bed, carrying you into the bathroom.

"Arms up", he ordered gently and removed your clothing, doing the same to himself afterwards.

"You're so handsome", you breathed out as you softly pressed your hand against his chest, right above his heart. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Thranduil's heart started to beat faster under your touch and praise and you smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the fact that you still had this effect on him.

He lifted you into the tub, setting you down and lowering himself behind you, pulling your body flush against his chest.

"I'm the lucky one."

You shook your head before letting it fall back against his shoulder. "You take care of me when I can't do it myself."

The king's deft fingers brushed through your hair, letting them trail down your arm. "We take care of each other. You are the one who decreased my work load so I'd have more time."

You intertwined your hands. "Well, of course. I want you to be well."

A kiss was pressed against the top of your head. "Do you see my point?"

You nodded. "I think I do."

Thranduil let his thumb brush over the back of your hand. "Tomorrow, we can take a walk in the garden and look at all the blossoming flowers. Or we can do whatever else will make you happy."

A smile graced your lips. "Just being with you makes me happy."

Gently, the ellon grabbed your chin and turned your head around so he could kiss you. You melted into his embrace, smiling against his lips.

"Gi melin", he whispered after you two had parted for air and you replied with the same sentiment.

Once you two had soaked in the water for a while, the Elvenking grabbed your shampoo and lathered up his hands before bringing them up to your scalp to work in the product.

The more time you spend like this with your husband - in your little bubble of happiness and safety - the lighter your heart felt.

And it only got better when Thranduil's hands wandered down your head to your neck and shoulders, massaging your tense muscles to help you relax even further.

You shuddered and the king grinned to himself. He was just as pleased as you were earlier that his touch could, still, make you weak in the knees.

"Rest, meleth", he whispered as he continued to work on your upper back. "There will be time to talk about long-term adjustments and solutions, but for now, you can let yourself fall. I'll be there to catch you."

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months

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

.⋆｡Auta Nissë｡⋆.

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

Minors DNI

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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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gulnarsultan · 10 months

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Yandere Thranduil getting jealous because the fem human he’s courting is talking with another ellon from Rivendell

Poor Ellon. I hope he's running fast. It's a miracle Ellon got a chance to get close to you since Thranduil didn't leave you alone. Most likely Thranduil has to take a few minutes away from you because of the other guests. While chatting, his eyes find you again. Meanwhile, Ellon is flirting with you. Thranduil feels his blood boiling. He's approaching the two of you in no time. If Thranduil could kill with his gaze, Ellon would have been dead long ago. Thranduil's angry expression makes Ellon afraid. Thranduil pulls you into his arms, showing you who he belongs to. Because Ellon doesn't want to go to the dungeons or die, he immediately understands the message and walks away. Thranduil does not leave you with you throughout the feast. It shows everyone without telling you who you belong to.

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queenstarlight2 · 2 years

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Imagine just moaning yandere Thranduil's name in bed while you are riding him (the fic is basically like the Elrond version but it does have a few more lines and a few lines were also changed to fit more into Thranduil style)

(NSFW below) (Ellon meaning male elf or just elf)

Pants and grunts filled the room as Thranduil's breath labored while you bounced on his cock. Trying to remain quiet, so the whole of Mirkwood doesn't hear how much of an whore you are for its king.

"such a good little one, taking my cock so well"Thranduil's hips harshly and unexpectedly thrust up, sending you to a climax as your head snaps up and your back arches, tightening around his pulsating cock as you cummed. "hah~Thranduil~" you moan in ecstasy, still enjoying the way his massive cock filled you.

Thranduil grabbed your face and kissed you. Looking into your hazy eyes. "my love, I haven't even begun tonight's true adventures " he flipped you, so you would be below him, as he grabbed the headboard and smirked at you. you felt Thranduil's silk sheets as you felt your slick go down your thighs, suddenly knowing that the silk sheets were bound to be ruined by the time you were finished, most likely by dawn if your beloved's eyes were anything to go off of. Hungry, completely madded by your taste, and completely jealous of all the Ellons staring at you earlier in a gown that was only meant for his eyes.

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multifandom-world8 · 11 months

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IMAGINE-

Being Legolas’s closest friend and thranduil falling in love with you.

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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peach + thranduil

peach — at what point did they understood that their lover was the one?

⤷ with: thranduil

You see, love for elves is such a serious matter. Attraction, lust, desire: those are shallow things. Shallow, ephemeral, mutable things. When and elve love, it's forever. Not even death can shattered this bond.

Thranduil went throught a lot. He saw Mordor, a part of him was buried there and will never grow back again. Thranduil veiled his father, and took care of his responsibilities. Thranduil led his people against Sauron's attempts to regain power. Meanwhile his realm was attacked and explored, he saw other leaders daring to say that Sauron was dead.

Thranduil became stronger, mostly because he didn't had another choice. Thranduil became wiser, because his people needed a good king. Thranduil became wary, because no one would help his realm but himself. But Thranduil didn't became heartless. Not at all.

At first, Thranduil sees you in paralel to him. You are stronger, but in a way different from his. Wiser, but different than him. And less wary. Less careful. Thranduil lived long enough to understand himself. He fell in love. And knowing that, he wouldn't act on this love.

Thranduil wouldn't court you. Would try to not think about you. To get away from you. Thranduil needs to understand if his feeling is truly. If it's something that will last. Mostly, if it's something he can control or that will control him. Thranduil isn't heartless, but his wary make it look like he is.

But what make his heart skip a beat is your honesty. The second you speak whatever is on your mind, act respecting your heart's desires, make sure to honest to yourself: Thranduil is whipped. To able to see who you really are, not affraid that you're hidden something, made him undertood something.

His grief and wary is tremendous, but his love for you is bigger than his fear. Thranduil have been alone for such a long time. It feels nice to be alone with you.

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caffinated-and-sleepy · 8 months

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Thranduil with a forgetful Significant Other

- If his SO is forgetful Thranduil will try to help in any way he can

- He will always either leave a note for you in the morning if he is busy and cannot join you for breakfast or he himself will list off things you might have forgotten over breakfast.

- Other times he’ll hint at something you have forgotten in a conversation

- “Mellon nin Lord Elrond responded to our letter he is to arrive in a few weeks time.”

- This usually sparks your memory such as remembering to start working on trade treaties for when Lord Elrond arrives

- If you misplace something and can’t seem to remember where you put it he’ll have the maids find it and put it back ‘where you left it’ so you don’t feel bad

- If you get angry at yourself for being forgetful Thranduil will reassure you everyone forgets sometimes, if that’s not enough he’ll make his letters or comments a little more specific so you have a more put together schedule

- He also does his best to be discreet about the forgetfulness so that others in the castle don’t begin to spread rumors

- Lots of times he’ll also mention times he forgot things like when he was a young prince he misplaced his crown

- If you write lists on your arm he’ll understand the practicality behind us but still doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how it marks your body and how much more irked you get if you forget something that was on the list on your arm

- All in all if nothing else works Thranduil will give you so much affection that often times you forget about your anger towards your forgetfulness

- “Do not fret Mellon nin, it must not have been worth remembering… Unlike me”

Not Gonna lie just made this because I’m forgetful and have been having trouble with forgetting.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Could I humbly request a writing for Thranduil spending the day with you (human female) and completely pampering you ♡ bathing you, weaving flowers in your hair, showering you with kisses, ect ♡

Here you go!

Lazy mornings

Pairing : Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second person POV)

Themes : Soft / Fluff

Word count: 1k words

Summary : Bath time isn't just bath time with the Elvenking

Warnings: Kissing

Minors DNI

That morning, you decided, could not have started any better.

It was cold and gloomy and so very wet—the perfect day for staying indoors and keeping warm. The air chilled due to the sudden spring rain, and you, feeling lazy, decided a good, hot soak was in order.

Your ladies drew your bath, left everything ready for you, and then when you made yourself comfortable, they had all vanished into thin air.

"I hope you do not mind, starlight," Thranduil suddenly stepped out of the shadows. "But I sent them away."

"Meleth," you clasped your chest in shock. "You scared me."

Thranduil grinned—a slow, wide smile that was devastating and easily reduced your bones to water. "Forgive me, starlight," he murmured and pulled a little stool up to the tub so he could sit behind you. "But I was hoping you would let me indulge in this. I have been away from you for too long."

Too long, you mused. Much, much too long. Rumors of bandits abounded, and Thranduil, as king, had to lead scouting parties all over the forest. The rumors proved to be just that—just rumors, and Thranduil made haste to come home.

"And I am glad you are back, meleth," you said as he picked up a sponge. "Did you find anything?"

Thranduil dipped the sponge in the warm water before running it over your skin. "Nothing, starlight, thank goodness. Now, sit back and let me take care of you."

And oh, how he took care of you. From running that soft sponge over your arms and shoulders to scooping up water with his own hands so he could wash your hair. He took his time, slowly and tenderly, not wanting to rush a single moment.

And how you enjoyed it, every moment of it. Thranduil rubbed down your shoulders and your arms, and massaged your hands. Your very skin prickled and that sigh? It seemed to rise from the very tips of your toes. In the end, you could not help but face him and say, "You spoil me, meleth."

Thranduil beamed before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. His kiss was light and sweet, and left you dizzy and weak. A hand reached up and cupped your cheek, and your skin seemed to burn at his touch. Oh, how Thranduil dreamed of this, how he pictured it for weeks. His lips devoured yours, and his entire body trembled when you sighed. And then he reluctantly pulled back.

There would be plenty of time for other diversions later.

"Soon, starlight," he promised and picked up a fresh sponge. You could not even think of pouting, as that kiss was enough to tide you over. Thranduil hummed softly and went back to bathing you, asking about your days, about what happened when he went away. He listened with great interest to everything you had to say, and the two of you did not stop talking and laughing until the water had gone cold.

Thranduil then rose and went to fetch a towel. You shivered and rose, and sighed in contentment when he draped that towel around you and helped you out of the tub. "Better, starlight?" he asked, his hands holding firmly onto yours so you wouldn't slip and fall.

You weren't sure which was warmer, the towel or his touch. "Much better," you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him. "Thank you, meleth"

Thranduil took your hand into his and led you to a large vanity. "Sit," he said, and you took your usual seat in front of the mirror.

Again, the moments seemed to melt into each other. Thranduil fetched another towel and carefully dried your hair, his eyes drinking in the slick locks that gleamed in the light. Once satisfied, he picked up a brush. The soft whoosh was as pleasing as the tingles you felt when smooth bristles moved over your scalp. It was so good that you nearly fell asleep right there in front of the mirror.

Thranduil chuckled under his breath. "I never knew I had a gift for putting people to sleep," he teased. "Pity. I could have used it against Azog."

Your lips tightened before that first giggle. Then, the image of Thranduil brushing Azog's bald pate while humming to him flashed before your eyes, and before you knew it, you burst out laughing. "Oh!" you cried and clutched at your sides. You laughed and laughed, and your sides hurt and hurt. "Oh, my stomach!"

Thranduil's own chest rumbled when you simply collapsed face-first onto the counter and proceeded to bang at it with a fist. "Oh m-my s-stars!" you cried, and tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. "Can you picture it?" you cried again. "You singing to Azog and trying to brush his head?"

The king's laughter joined yours. It was an age before the two of you composed yourselves. "Oh," Thranduil sniffed and cleaned his eyes before wiping away the tears in yours. "Oh. Brushing Azog's bald head. What an image you weaved, my starlight."

You sniffled and sputtered before setting yourself to rights. "Well, you did start it," you mumbled and smiled.

Thranduil grinned and picked up your hair so he could braid it. He took his time, working through inch by slow inch. He relished the feel of your locks in his hands and how sweetly they smelled. He fussed at the selection spread before him before picking up various flowers and thin coloured cords to weave in and around each loop.

You could only sit still and watch as he kept bringing your hair to his lips before working on another section. Your skin kept tingling as his eyes kept moving up to lock on to yours. How you missed all of this, of having him treat you like this, like you were the most precious thing to him. "I missed you, meleth," you breathed when he finished.

"I missed you, meleth," Thranduil said softly and held out a hand to you. "More than any word can say. Now," his eyes sparkled. "How about I help you get dressed?"

You blushed like anything and took his hand.

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vilentia · 10 months

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Shattered Love

Thranduil x reader

Summary: Thranduil's world shatters when he loses his beloved wife, plunging him into heartbreak and sorrow.

Warnings: death, grief, violence, loss

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Thranduil's heart felt heavy as he stood on the balcony of his grand halls, gazing out into the darkened forest. The moon's pale light cast an ethereal glow upon his sorrowful face, highlighting the lines of anguish etched into his features. The air was heavy with a haunting silence, broken only by the distant howls of the wind.

His mind was haunted by memories of you, his beloved wife, whose absence now gnawed at his soul. The weight of loss seemed unbearable as he recalled the fateful day when everything changed.

- start of the throwback-

"Please, my love, stay within the safety of our chambers," Thranduil pleaded, his voice tinged with worry. "I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you."

But you were determined to stand beside him, to fight alongside him in the face of encroaching danger. The battle drums echoed through the forest, signaling the impending doom that awaited them. Thranduil, ever the protector, wanted nothing more than to shield you from harm. Yet, against his wishes, you insisted on joining the battle.

As the clash of swords and the screams of warriors filled the air, Thranduil fought with unmatched valor, his heart gripped by both fear and determination. With each fallen foe, his eyes searched desperately for your figure, praying that you were safe. But fate can be cruel, and tragedy struck when he needed you most.

A piercing cry tore through the chaos, causing Thranduil's heart to stop. Time seemed to slow as he turned, his eyes widening with dread, and the world around him faded into insignificance. There, amidst the wreckage of the battlefield, he saw you crumpled on the ground, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of their enemies.

A strangled gasp escaped his lips as he raced to your side, his movements fueled by desperation and disbelief. His hands trembled as he knelt beside you, his fingers brushing against your ashen cheek. His gaze traveled over the wounds that marred your delicate form, each injury an agonizing testament to the violence that had consumed their world.

"No, no! Please, my love, stay with me," Thranduil pleaded, his voice a broken whisper that barely carried above the din of battle. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the dirt and blood that stained his skin. His voice cracked with anguish, raw and filled with an inconsolable grief.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his grip on you tightening as if he could will life back into your fragile body. His hands trembled as he traced the contours of your face, memorizing every curve and crevice. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a desperate attempt to share his breath, to infuse you with his own life force.

But you were gone, stolen from him by the merciless hands of fate. The battle around him faded into a blur, his senses numbed by the magnitude of his loss. The once vibrant forest now held only shadows and echoes of a love that was torn away too soon. Thranduil's anguished cries mixed with the sorrowful howls of the wind, merging into a haunting lament that echoed through the desolation.

He clung to your lifeless body, his tears mingling with the earth beneath them. In that moment, the weight of his grief threatened to consume him entirely. His heart shattered, leaving behind a void that could never be filled. And as the world continued to spin, unaware of the tragedy that had unfolded, Thranduil remained locked in that moment of unbearable sorrow, forever haunted by the memory of a love that had been wrenched from his grasp.

- end of throwback-

Thranduil's grief never truly faded, even as years passed. The wounds remained fresh, and the weight of loss burdened his heart each day. He had built a façade of strength, concealing the depths of his pain from the world. But in the solitude of his chambers, where the echoes of the past lingered, he allowed himself to release the anguish he had held within.

Alone amidst the flickering candlelight, Thranduil finally succumbed to his sorrow. His regal composure shattered as he sank to his knees, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. A guttural cry escaped his lips, tearing through the stillness of the room.

"I miss you," he whispered, his voice choked with grief. "Every moment, I miss you."

The tears flowed freely, cascading down his face and wetting the cold stone beneath him. It was a release, a catharsis he had denied himself for far too long. The pain surged through him, tearing at his soul, but he allowed it to consume him, for in that pain, he found solace.

In the depths of his anguish, he held onto the memories of your love, cherishing them as a bittersweet reminder of what they had lost. He allowed himself to mourn the life they could have had, the dreams they could have shared.

As the tears subsided, a weary calm settled upon Thranduil. He rose from the floor, his face marked by a raw vulnerability that few had ever witnessed. He knew that he would forever carry the ache of your absence, but he also understood that life must go on.

With a newfound determination, Thranduil wiped away his tears, his eyes now harboring a flicker of resilience. He would honor your memory by protecting his people and ruling with wisdom and compassion, just as you would have wished.

And so, he stepped out of his chambers, his regal demeanor intact once more, masking the grief that lay just beneath the surface. But deep in his heart, he knew that your love would forever guide him, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded him.

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tamurilofrivendell · 1 year

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Mistletoe | Thranduil x Reader

Pairing: Thranduil/You A/N: This is just fluffy Christmas nonsense lmao.

“What do you mean?” The King’s voice was full of confusion as he looked from your hand that was fixing the mistletoe to the ceiling, to your face, his brows drawn together in a frown. You had just explained to him the purpose of hanging mistletoe at such a time of year, during such a feast, and Thranduil appeared to be incredibly confused about it.

“It’s a tradition.” You stated simply, shrugging.

Thranduil eyed the mistletoe suspiciously, hands clasped behind his back as he stood at a safe distance. He watched you climb down from the steps and stand back to admire your handiwork. From the look in his eyes, you figured he would be stepping around the mistletoe all night during the party and it was a little amusing to you to see how perplexed this had made him. Truthfully, you weren’t sure why he was in here at this moment, not having expected him to be that involved in the decorating of the hall for this particular festival. There had been talk that he didn’t intend to even turn up to the party at all.

“I better go and get ready.” You announced, turning to give him a soft smile. You couldn’t quite read his expression as he bid you farewell and watched you leave the hall, heading for your chamber where you ran yourself a relaxing bath and readied your outfit for the nights celebrations.

The decorations in your hair were sparkling like stars as you descended the stairs and made your way towards the hall, immediately handed a chalice of what appeared to be wine by one your friends. You laughed and soon enough you were feeling warm and happy from the atmosphere. Celebrating with those you held dear was one of your favourite things in the whole world. Time passed by in a colourful blur and yes, once or twice, you found yourself caught beneath the mistletoe, laughing as you kissed your friends on the cheek. One of the guards did actually steal a little kiss on the lips and, though shocked, you did manage to find the humour as you smacked his arm playfully and turned away.

Your eyes immediately met the King’s dark gaze.

He was staring intently at you from his seat at the head of the long table. You didn’t know why but he looked a little angry. You hadn’t even known he was here, having believed he would be a no show like you’d been told, and you found yourself a little startled. Flushing, you tore your gaze away from him, more than a little embarrassed that he had apparently been witness to your antics. The wine flowing through you had gone to your head quite quickly.

Excusing yourself, you tiptoed in a wide circle around the mistletoe so you wouldn’t be caught out again, and hurried outside onto a balcony. Sucking in a breath of fresh air, you willed your face to cool down.

“Not running from me, I hope.” The deep, smooth voice from over your shoulder made you jump.

“My Lord!” You lifted a hand to your heart, flustered. “Of course not! No, I... I simply needed a moment to myself. I fear I’ve overdone it on the wine...” It was an attempt to lighten the mood but your tone didn’t quite convey it. You turned away and winced, looking out over the forest.

There was a long silence and you almost thought that he had gone back into the party, when you were suddenly aware of him taking a quick stride towards you. You turned around at the same moment, finding yourself inexplicably caught between the balcony railing and his body. He was close. Too close. Why was he standing so close? Your eyes were fixed so hard on his face that you barely registered that one of his arms had moved until he raised his eyebrows and glanced somewhere above your head, making it clear he wanted you to look.

Lifting your gaze, a soft gasp escaped you when you saw directly above you both, caught between his lithe fingers, a sprig of mistletoe.

You opened your mouth to speak but the words bubbled away as you locked eyes with him again, something in the way he was gazing at you causing your breath to catch in your throat. His eyes seemed dark, almost hungry, as he looked at you.

“You know...” He murmured, voice low as he somehow shifted his body even closer to you, something you hadn’t thought possible. “I did not much enjoy watching them fawning all over you in there.”

Your lips parted slightly, shocked at the words that had just left your king’s mouth. He took it as an opportunity to lean in, closing the distance between both of your lips, and capturing you into a soft, gentle kiss. Nothing like the ones on the cheek you had been collecting all night. Nothing like the one the guard had stolen with a chuckle.

Thranduil kissed you carefully at first, testing the waters, and then his tongue began to beg for entry, which you found yourself all too eager to allow, as the kiss deepened. One hand lifted to your cheek, holding your face gently, as the one that had been holding the mistletoe over you both came to grasp your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped softly into his mouth, surprised. You felt him smile into the kiss.

Though you found yourself not wanting it to, the kiss came to an end, and your eyes fluttered open. Thranduil was looking back at you, taking in your stunned expression, your freshly flushed face, your kiss swollen lips. A smirk tugged the corner of his mouth as he slowly let go of you. Your body practically cried at the loss of his hand on your waist.

Presenting you with the mistletoe with a graceful flourish, you tentatively reached out and took it from him as Thranduil took a step backwards, hands clasped behind his back again. “I think.” He said, amusement dancing in his bright eyes. “That I quite like this tradition, after all.” Thranduil kept your gaze for another long moment before his eyes dropped once more to your lips and then he turned on his heel and rejoined the party, leaving you on the balcony, stunned and giddy.

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rottencherrypie · 1 month

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R-18+; Upon His Throne (Thranduil x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Fed up with being ignored, you decide to show the elven king what he has been missing upon his most frequent spot.

Warnings - Smut, language, mention of scars, female reader, afab reader, female genitalia, masturbation (female), praise kink, degradation, bodily fluids, voyeurism (?), slight dom!Thranduil, nicknames (reader mainly), slapping, choking.

Pronouns & POV - She/her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 2,400+

A/N - I apologize for any anatomy or grammar mistakes or if any parts appear forced, I vividly remember having bad writers block when making this. This is pure NSFW so...NSFW under the cut!

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The heavenly harmony of your melodic gasps accompanied with the soft squelch from the fingers between your legs bounced across each marble pillar before catching the king's sensitive ears, his burning gaze glued upon your heavenly form as your head tilted back against the rough wood.

The lids of your jewel-colored eyes hugged each other snuggly as a familiar tingle graced the tips of your toes as your fingers continued to delve deep within you. A magnificent sight the elven king had witnessed many times before yet each time appeared to be more beautiful within his pale sapphire orbs, the corners of your plump lips curving upwards in a mischievous smile whilst you slowly dragged your fingers out of your soaking cunt.

A low disappointed groan escaped the king's lips as his gaze shifted rapidly between your dripping cunt and glistening fingers, his heart racing faster than his elk on any battlefield before while his mind quickly caught up in pace. Thoughts of tossing you over the edge of his throne and relieving his throbbing cock within you seemed far too alluring to him yet you wouldn't allow him within a foot of you, how cruel.

"Is there an issue, your highness?" The sight of your pursed lips accompanied by the innocent fluttering of your lashes nearly broke the stoic king, the possible continuation of your little show being the only thing that restrained the king from acting upon his lust-driven thoughts.

"Do not play coy with me, pet." The low snarl passed through gritted teeth, his sapphire eyes hardening as the fabric in front of his trousers grew tighter. The restraint against his throbbing cock a painful reminder of his recent neglect towards you, how foolish he was with the belief you would simply forgive and forget.

"Am I? I do not know what you speak of, your highness." The purr of his title earned yet another snarl from the royal's lips, the mischievous smile glued upon your lips as you leaned your head back against the sturdy throne yet again. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as you began the slow movements within you, curling your fingers up against your walls with each thrust of your hand.

The weak grip which anchored you into this reality began to fade away as previous images of nights spent with your elven lover began to drip back into your mind.

The smooth silk beneath you tangled within your grasp as your lover pushed within you, the gentle stretch of his cock deep within your walls made your eyes loop upwards towards the back of your skull, a heavenly look that fueled the burning fire of lust within your lover's belly.

" You take me so well, pet ." The low praise against your neck forced a soft whimper out of your plump lips. The tips of your lover's fingers softly kissing each scar they passed on their trail down towards your aching cunt, low snarls of displeasure occasionally slipping through his thin lips as the number of scars your heavenly flesh held sunk into his mind.

The overwhelming stretch of his throbbing cock deep within your cunt began to ease as his hips inched away from yours, a whimper escaped your lips at the loss of fullness within your drenched cunt. " Patience, pet ." The soft tickle of his lips upon the crook of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

The sudden pressure of his throbbing cock striking your core made your body jolt slightly, your grip against the smooth silk beneath you tightening further as your lover wasted no time carving himself into your drenched core.

The melody of your mewls and moans accompanied the slap of his skin against yours throughout his chambers. "You need to be quiet, pet , or would you like all Mirkwood to know how your king uses you?" Despite the king's warnings, the quickness of his hips did not stall, each thrust further carving his enlarged cock deeper into the most sensitive spot of your core.

The tight grasp you held upon the smooth silk sheets beneath you slowly loosened, your upper teeth sinking into your lower lip while one hand began to trail down towards your face. Each snap of your lover's hips against yours momentarily stalling your hand's movements.

"Ah, ah, ah." The disappointed clicks of the elven king's tongue froze your entirety, his hips stalling against yours allowing you to feel the true stretch of his hardened cock deep within you, a heavenly sting one that left a lingering reminder that you were his and would only be his .

"I did not say you could cover your mouth, did I?" The speed at which you shook your head no brought a grin upon the king's face, the bed softly creaking under him as he rose from your neck. The next moments a blur as his warm palm encased both wrists above your head, the snapping of his hips against your quickly refilling the room.

The speed of your fingers quickening to a pace similar to the one in your memories, the tips of your fingers grazed upon the most sensitive spot deep within your core while your mind began to fade onto another memory of a less so secret rendezvous with your stubborn lover.

The once silent woods were filled by the echoes of your moans, your nails clawing down upon the rough grass beneath you as your lover's hips snapped against yours. The gentle pressure of your lover's soft hand encased your neck occasionally tightening as his thrusts grew harsher, each soft squeeze earned a different squeeze from deep within you.

" Fuck ." The king groaned out at the sensation of our drenched inner walls tightening around his throbbing cock, the pressure around your neck momentarily tightened as his head fell tilted backward, the lids of his pale sapphire eyes fluttering shut as the motion of his hips began to slow.

Each throb and slow yet hard thrust ringing throughout your core, the slow sting of each motion sending an all too familiar tingle throughout your body. The possibility of being caught in such a lewd position with the king after days of being apart furthering the sensitivity of your drenched core.

The speed of your sloppy motions making your hand burn and your fingers tingle, slight numbness spreading throughout your hand at the fast-paced movements yet not stalling as you continuously reached the most aching part within your core, the loudness of your moans going unnoticed to you as you continued to pull yourself further down the tunnel of bliss.

The lustful king's pale sapphire orbs burning into your heavenly figure soaking in every small tremble and blissful expression your body had to offer, the restraint of the luxurious fabric against his throbbing cock more torturous than any plan you held within your lust drunk mind.

The pace of your lover's hips began to quicken yet the pressure of his grasp around your neck stayed the same. "You take me so well, pet ." The soft encouragement from your lover nudging you closer towards the abyss of pleasure, each animalistic thrust into your aching core forcing your legs to tremble around his sturdy waist.

Each rough thrust forcing a higher pitched moan from your gaping mouth, the loud squelches from your drenched cunt accompanying the glorious sound of skin slapping against each other, a perfect harmony which would forever be burned into the king's mind for the nights you would not be there.

"Such a good girl." The word slipping out of his lips as a chuckle, his grip upon your throat loosening allowing his hand to gently glide down your torso leaving faint goosebumps in their place. Despite his

"You look so pretty fucking yourself to the sheer thought of me." The sudden vibrations of your lover's low purr against your neck furthered the trembles which wracked throughout your core, the speed of your chest rising and falling quickened as your mouth opened only to allow yet another pathetic moan to slip out.

Your toes began to curl as a familiar tingle spread up from your toes, the knot within your stomach beginning to tighten at each sloppy movement of your fingers. The weight of your skull resting upon your lover's throne, the flesh of your cheek squishing onto the rough wood barely feeling any sensation other than the heat which spread throughout your entirety.

"You better not fucking cum till I say you can." The low hiss of your lover almost missed your ears, the speed of your hand changing constantly as your muscles grew tired. Fingers curling upwards into the most pleasurable spot you could find within you, mouth agape as you allowed yourself to sink further down the rabbit hole of pleasure.

The faint burn of his nails breaking the flesh of your thighs waltzed with the stinging stretch of your lover's enlarged cock deep within your soaked walls, your eyes looping up towards the back of your skull as each animalistic spot struck lightning deep within your aching core.

The smooth tips of his slender fingers toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves as his thrusts grew sloppier, the small circles sending faint shivers throughout your body as the knot within the pit of your stomach tightened together.

A harmony of low snarls and higher-pitched moans accompanied the sound of skin slapping against each other throughout the guarded halls, the speed of your lover's thrust reigniting a burn within his hips which he paid no mind as the heavenly tune of your pathetic mewls and clenching around his cock drug him down his most primal state of mind.

All thoughts which had previously roamed your lover's mind completely wiped as the sight of your lust-stricken form overtook both his view and mind.

The bouncing of your flesh with each thrust he made, the way your hands clawed at the ground beneath you as his hips slammed into yours, the way the lids of your eyes would nearly flutter shut as he hit that spot within you, and the way his name was the only word you could form upon your lips.

An all too familiar sight which filled his view now, all annoyance from his previous duties entirely erased as ideas of what he could do to you after your little show was finished roamed his mind. Those thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he watched your body suddenly freeze, the speed of your fingers slowing deep within you as small trembles wracked throughout your body.

His name was an endless prayer upon your lips, nails digging within his toned flesh while the lids of your jewel-colored eyes fluttered shut, small trembles still ringing throughout your body as you attempted to soothe your quick breath. "Aww, did my dumb little pet cum?" The blur of your hair bobbing brought a smirk upon his thin lips, though he was displeased with you not following his command, he knew he would make you repay him by making your head bob differently.

The boom of his hand coming down against your clit bounced throughout the marble-adorned halls, a wave of electricity shot throughout your body as pure fire flooded your veins, your body jolting forwards at the sudden contact against your sensitive clit.

"Such a shame and we were having such a fun time too." The elven king tsked, another boom of his hand coming down upon your aching clit echoed off of the marbled halls accompanied with your pathetic yelps. "Count, slut." The hiss of a command a simple one, one simple enough for your lust-filled mind to comply with

Each slap against the sensitive bundle of nerves earning both a whimper and a number whilst you silently prayed to the gods for this torture to end. By the grace of the gods or the pure sensitivity from your previous orgasms, each harsh slap quickly reignited the small flame within the pit of your stomach.

The harsh contact of his soft palm against your sensitive clit quickly nudged you closer to that pleasurable abyss, your feet hanging over the edge, nails piercing his toned flesh as you were nearly about to drop when his slender palm slid away from your aching cunt. A pathetic whine slipping through your plump lips as the lids of your gemstone-colored orbs flew open, a wave of annoyance spreading upon your face while your eyes burned holes into your elven lover.

"Why did you stop?" The pathetic whine was music to his sensitive ears, the corners of his thin lips curving upwards into a wicked grin while he inched away from his throne. "You said it yourself, my stars. No touching." Words you had spoken earlier with the utmost confidence returned to haunt you through his soft lips, lips you would prefer on your own if not for your idiotic rule.

"Though, I suppose I could give my aid if my pet is truly so desperate." The low purr sent another low shiver down your spine, your head quickly bobbing at his suggestion. Though you enjoyed your game along with memories of your previous rendezvous, you needed him now.

The sudden weight of the king's fur brought feeling back into your body, small tingles still roaming underneath your flesh as your lust glazed eyes slowly met his. His slender hands making themselves busy as he wrapped your bare form within his furs, his scent still lingering within them. A scent of the pine trees deep within Mirkwood's forest, soft musk of tobacco of which he would occasionally partake in, and a soft twinge of lavender.

"Go to my chambers, keep your legs spread wide upon my bed until I arrive." The whisper sent a wave of excitement down your spine, the lustful flame within your belly growing into a raging fire. "No touching or else." The soft clicks of his covered feet barely catching your ear as his low purr ringed throughout your mind, possibilities of what your lover had in store nearly overwhelming your broken mind.

"Now." The simple word springing you onto your feet, your legs trembling beneath your weight at the sudden movements before you slowly stumbled down the rickety stairs, silently cursing that your lover had not put a safety rail in for some odd reason.

The marbled halls now filled with the faint pat of your bare feet hitting the cold ground beneath you, the warmth beneath your cheeks far enough to distract from the faint chill under the heavy furs as excitement coursed through your veins with each quick step you took towards the king's chambers.

Though once the woodland halls were silent, they were far from such that very night as your lover ensured his previous neglect would no longer be an issue...for another week or so.

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬/𝐨) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

A/N: sooo I wrote like a third of this and then accidentally posted it and had to delate it I literally want to cry 🥲 ANYWAYS this is basically gender flipped Hiccup/Astrid from the first movie. I’m probably changing now dragons work in the lotr verse but idc.

Warnings: asshole Legolas (at the beginning), not proof read, possible spelling/grammar mistakes, a few direct quotes from the first httyd movie because I couldn’t help myself 💀

Synopsis: you’ve been acting strange Legolas takes matters of investigation into his own hands.

*this is going to have a part 2 of head canons bc I cannot fit everything I want into this one shot lmao*

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You were… widely regarded as strange to the other elves. Daughter to the hand of the king you have a fairly high status within Greenwood, but not many friends.

Legolas had known you since you where both kids but he never payed much attention to you. You were shy and quite and liked to hide. Growing up you barely said two words to him and as you both got older he fell in with everyone who didn’t like you.

He saw you every once in a while, usually drawing or working in the blacksmiths, more recently in the library. You had joined the guard not to long ago, Legolas assumed your father had made you because you weren’t to good at it.

You fumbled your way through every day of training and more then once someone had to rescue you while out on patrol. Legolas wished he had the power to kick you off the guard, it would make everyone’s lives so much easier, but Tauriel refused.

However, in the last month you had been acting more strange then usual, and Legolas seemed to be the only one to notice. It irked him.

You had been sneaking off any chance you got, after patrols and trainings you would just disappear and more then once he saw you from his balcony sneaking off into the woods at night. You hardly spent any time in your usual places like the library or the blacksmiths or even sitting under your favorite tree in the garden.

Tauriel wouldn’t listen to him when he brought up your mysterious disappearances and he didn’t want to you to his father just yet, so he took matters into his own hands. For the next couple of days Legolas observed you more closely. He made excuses to go into the blacksmiths and try and get a glimpse at what you where working on, he followed you into the library and picked up what books you’d leave behind, and every night he waited on his balcony to watch where you would walk into the woods. Admittedly it was a little weird but he had to know what you where doing. Finally, he decided it was time to follow you into the woods.

He waited in the woods for you to show up after your patrol, sitting patiently on a rock, sharpening his blades to pass the time. He stopped when he heard the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs not to far ahead of him. Quickly he jumped behind the rock to not be seen.

As he predicted, when he looked out from behind the rock he saw you walking through the woods dressed in something strange. It seemed to be made of leather?

After you where a good distance ahead of him he crept out from behind the rock and silently followed you from a distance, making sure to keep out of sight. You were mumbling to yourself as you flipped through a little leather bound book in your hands, chewing on the end of your pencil.

Maybe you were just a harmless weirdo, Legolas began to think. Maybe he was being to hard on you. He didn’t understand why what you where doing mattered to him so much, why he was so interested. If he was going to be honest with himself you didn’t seem like a threat. He sighed and as he was thinking about this, he stepped on a twig and it cracked under his weight.

You stopped up ahead and spun around. Quickly Legolas ducked behind a tree. You gave a questioning look around before slowly turning back and hastening your pace.

Legolas breathed again after you continued moving forward, he stayed there until you were almost out of sight before he followed again. He followed you for a long while, watching carefully were he stepped.

Eventually, you disappeared again. This time though you had climbed your way down into a large clearing. There was a couple trees with a large pond in the center of the grove but he couldn’t see much from up where he was. He climbed down through the rocks and into the grove but there was no sign of you. He took a moment to spin and look around, it was a beautiful place, he could see why you would want to sneak off here.

“Legolas.” He heard the shock in your voice as you dropped something to the ground, but when he turned around you had kicked it behind the bolder you were standing next to.

He turned around, his face stony. “Wha-what are you doing here?” You laughed nervously, looking around and shuffling on your feat.

“Actually, I came to ask you the same question.” He said coming closer, flipping his blade in his hand and looking down his nose at you.

“Oh! Well you know, ah, um,” you stuttered.

“And what is this you’re wearing?” Legolas asked accusatorially and tried to peer around the bolder you rushed up to him and put both your hands on his chest, trying to guide him away.

“I’ve been, uh, making… outfits!” You laughed. “That’s it! You caught me! Drag me back and—”

Legolas swiftly moved his blade so it pointed at your throat. Immediately you moved both your hands off him. “Don’t lie to me. What are you hiding?”

There was a low rumbling coming from behind him. Legolas looked over a shoulder and climbing out from behind a stack of boulders, teeth bared and reptilian eyes fixed on them, was a dragon.

“Get down!” Legolas shouted and shoved you both to the ground as the dragon pounced. Legolas got back up immediately, prepared to swing his sword at the beast.

“Stop! Stop!” You cried as you scrambled to your feet and placed yourself between Legolas and the large black dragon.

You where facing him with both your hands on the dragons face, holding it back from attacking again. It’s green eyes fixed on Legolas as it continued to growl.

“You scared her!” You said, looking more angry then Legolas had ever seen.

“I scared her?!” Legolas yelled back, using his sword to point at himself and then the dragon. He noticed now that the dragon was wearing a leather saddle.

There was a long stretch of silence where all you did was look at each other. It was like Legolas thoughts had completely stopped working. This wasn’t even on the list of things he had expected to find out here with you.

He turned on his heel and began to walk away.

“Wait! Wait-wait-wait-wait.” You said skidding over to him. You grabbed him by the arm to stop your feet from sliding out form under you, you where crouched down ever so slightly to catch his eye, all evidence of angry gone from your face and replaced by intense worry. “You can’t tell anyone, they’ll have her killed! I promise she’s not dangerous.”

Legolas furrowed his brows and looked over his shoulder. The black dragon was still glaring at him. It snorted at him rather aggressively.

“Just…” slowly your hand moved down his arm until it gently clasped his hand. “Just let me show you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and something about it made Legolas’ heart speed up.

Gently, slowly, you led him back over to the dragon. It might have been the wrong time, but it dawned on him that he quite liked the feeling of your hand in his.

You lifted his hand to the dragons nose and it made a low growl. “Shrenka,” you said and the dragon turned it big eyes to you. Immediately he saw how her slit pupils turned round. “He’s a friend.”

Shrenka made a disgruntled, annoyed, noise but she allowed Legolas to place his hand on her. Legolas peeled his eyes from Shrenka to find that you where already looking at him, a slight smile placed on your lips.

“She’s a bit moody,” you said as you removed your hand from over top of his. “But that’s all.”

Slowly Legolas began to stroke Shrenka’s head and scratched under her chin and she made a sound akin to a cats purr. A smile began to form on his face, and in turn, one formed on yours.

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Poison to My Lips

A/N: Posting again!

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

warnings: Mention of Blood

w/c: 2341

Prompt: You are a half-elven servant who has fallen in love with the king and entered a secret relationship. How will you both deal when others torment you for your heritage

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Thranduil waited for you in the gardens where you both were to meet in secret. Sitting on a stone bench, he gazed at the roses that bloomed around his feet, the flowers glinted under the moonlight, making them look like the stars. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If they could be different.

The garden doors opened and Thranduil stood as your familiar face stepped out of it. “I have been expecting you here, my love.”

The smile on his lips faltered, however, when he saw the tears streaming down your face, “What happened? What has upset you so much? Tell me what it is I can do to make it better?”

You looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, tears running down your cheeks like rivers, “It's nothing, my darling. Some of the fellow maids poured water upon me. It was in jest."

He frowned slightly, concern lacing his words, “Why did they do such a thing? Surely there must have been an explanation.”

You let out a sigh, “I take it they still do not like a half-elven's presence…”

Thranduil shook his head. How could people be so cruel? Why would they want to hurt you? His chest tightened knowing your levels of distress.

“This behavior will not be allowed. Please tell me who has done this."

You smiled softly up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “If you insist then I shall tell you, but please do not be too cruel. They are simply ignorant."

His eyebrows furrowed even more as he held you close. It wasn't fair that anyone would treat you so cruelly. He would do whatever it took to make sure none of them hurt you again. He pulled away and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly.

"Tell me.”

“Liriel and Ariya."

His eyes widened before narrowing into slits, "I will discuss it with them later. For now, I wish to enjoy my evening with the one dearest to me."

A smile appeared on your face as your hand found its way to rest against his cheek. “As you wish my King." You bent forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

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You were walking through the corridors of the palace holding laundry in your arms that needed a good washing. The halls were dark, only the occasional lantern lit the path in front of you, casting shadows of yourself moving quickly down the halls as you moved from room to room. As usual, the halls were empty except for a few servants scurrying back and forth as they prepared for the night shift. The sound of voices booming ahead of you alerted you, causing your curiosity to spike.

The voices were coming from the throne room but Thranduil often wrapped up his duties by this time. You paused outside of the door and waited patiently, listening carefully to find out what they were discussing. After a while, you heard the voice boom again. "What makes you think this is alright to do in my kingdom?"

The king demanded.

"But sire-"

"No! This behavior cannot go unchecked." The king snapped, his deep baritone echoing through the hallways, sending chills down your spine. "This goes no further, nor does it ever again. Is that understood?"

"But my king, she..."

"Silence!"

You froze, clutching the basket tightly in your hands. Your heart hammered wildly, pounding harder as each moment passed without hearing another word.

"Do not speak about this subject anymore or so help me I will banish you from my sight," Thranduil said coldly. "Understand?"

"Yes sire," a female voice mumbled weakly.

Footsteps walked your way towards the door and soon after the heavy door slammed open.

Your breath hitched in your throat. There was so much anger contained within those words, the sheer amount of rage and disappointment behind them. You hid behind the large door seeing who would approach.

Liriel and Ariya. You could feel your heart begin to race, feeling the anxiety and fear bubble inside of you like lava, slowly growing hotter until it exploded inside.

"I can't believe the king would defend that half-breed." Liriel spat, her voice sounding angry, almost disgusted. "She has no place amongst us. She should never be allowed here at all."

You closed your eyes, unable to watch, the heat growing unbearable.

Your breathing grew heavier as tears welled up in your eyes. You wanted to run away but you didn't want to alert them of your presence.

Ariya scoffed, "I agree but I don't think there is much we can do now. She has somehow managed to bewitch the king, she is dangerous."

You felt sick to the stomach.

Liriel huffed. "Well, she deserves worse than being cast aside like garbage."

"That may be true but how far are we willing to go to get rid of her?"

The two women continued speaking, leaving you standing there frozen until they eventually walked away. With a shaky breath, you composed yourself, entering the throne room.

The two guards were kneeling before Thranduil, their heads bowed low.

Thranduil spoke softly, "Please leave us."

You stood rooted to the spot, watching as the guards nodded and left the room. Once they were gone, you stepped forward, your eyes meeting Thranduil's.

"My love, what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice laced with worry.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, "I came to see you."

He sighed, "Is that so?"

You nodded, taking a tentative step closer to him, "Of course I did."

Thranduil lifted himself off the throne and made his way down the steps to meet you. He reached out gently, cupping your cheek, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly, "Did something happen today?"

You looked away, your eyes scanning the floor.

"Come, love," he took your hand, leading you to the bench, "tell me what happened."

Your brow furrowed. "Nothing bad." You insisted, looking up at him.

"Just a little tired. Need to find a gown for the Feast of Starlight." You lied easily.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

You nodded, "Yes. But it isn’t anything important…"

Thranduil leaned forward kissing you lightly. "Nonsense. I will have a dress sent to your chambers."

You blushed faintly, resting your head against his shoulder. A warm glow settled in your chest. Thranduil loved you unconditionally and he was always kind and loving to you. You would not trade him for the world.

He kissed your forehead once more and squeezed your hand. "Go bathe and rest. I shall see you tonight."

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in return and turning to leave the throne room.

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"Tonight! We celebrate!" Thranduil yelled to the full ballroom.

You watched as hundreds of elves danced throughout the ballroom and tables covered in food. You were dressed in a flowing silver gown that Thranduil had picked for you.

You wore a crown of flowers and small diamonds adorning your hair. The silver jewelry sparkled under the light that shone through the tall windows. The jewels gave off the illusion that you could see stars.

"Y/n!" Legolas called to you from across the room as he made his way over to you.

He grinned, hugging you tightly, "You look like a star in the sky"

You chuckled lightly, "Thank you. And you look quite handsome as well."

Legolas flushed slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Truly? I am glad to hear that."

You giggled, "Yes, indeed."

He smiled brightly, "Thank you."

Slowly, he leaned to the side of your face and whispered in your ear. "My father wishes me to inform you that he has made a private evening for the two of you when the feast is over."

You blushed heavily, "Oh...um...thank you!"

He pecked your cheek teasingly, "Of course, he is quite fond of you. I hope you are both able to provide each other with eternal happiness."

He then turned on his heel and began making his way through the crowd as you watched him in amusement. Soon your eyes landed back on Thranduil. He was talking quietly to the nobles of Mirkwood who demanded his attention, occasionally glancing over to where you stood with a subtle longing gaze.

You smiled to yourself until you spotted Ariya heading toward you, her blonde hair pinned atop her head, a flower necklace around her neck. She approached you with a bright grin, her blue eyes shining with excitement and two glasses in her hand, "Hello Y/n! How is the feast finding you?"

You shrugged, "Fine, I suppose. What do you need of me?"

Her eyebrows shot up, "Nothing at all. Well, actually, I wish to apologize."

Your eyes widened slightly, taken aback. "You would?"

"I have been most unkind to you." Ariya apologized, "And I know you must be hurt."

You shook your head, "No, it is alright. I mean…It did hurt..."

She sighed and sat down on the stone steps beside you, "Nevertheless, please accept my apology and please drink with me."

You stared into her eyes before nodding with a smile, accepting her apology.

She slid one glass to you and saved the other for herself.

"Drink up," Ariya said, lifting up her glass.

You nodded, holding your cup up, "To new beginnings."

The two of you drank the alcohol in unison before finishing your glasses.

"May we enjoy tonight as if it is our last?"

You nodded, taking another sip of the drink and gazing at Ariya's bright and vibrant blue eyes, "Sounds perfect."

The night continued for hours and it wasn't long till the party grew in merriment. Everyone was drunk, dancing to a lively melody and singing songs of victory and celebration. It was quite beautiful and you couldn't help but smile whenever you caught your lover's eye as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the festivities from afar.

Finally, he made his way toward you. You smiled as he nodded to you, his eyes saying all the things he wished he could.

"You look very beautiful, Y/N." He murmured whispered to you.

Your eyes lit up, "You as well, my king."

His eyes gleamed. "How has the feast faired you?"

You shrugged, "It has been wonderful. Ariya even apologized to me and brought me wine. "

He laughed lightly placing a kiss on your forehead, "Then dance with me and celebrate this news. Let loose for a while and forget everything else."

You grinned widely and nodded.

He grabbed your hand and lead you towards the crowd, swaying to the music as he held onto you closely.

Suddenly Thranduil stopped in his tracks causing you to stumble backward.

"What is it?" You mumbled nervously, staring at him with concern.

His eyes widened with fear, "Blood. There is blood running from your nose."

You felt a chill run through you as you touched your nose quickly. Your eyes widened in horror when you realized the blood had dripped from your nose and had stained yours. Quickly you wiped it away as your head began to feel light

Thranduil frowned, "Darling, you alright?"

You blinked slowly, "I'm fine.."

Your legs suddenly buckled beneath you and a strong arm wrapped securely around you waist catching you before your head hit the ground. You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and feeling tears begin to stream down your cheeks.

"Stay awake, Y/N." Thranduil urged, "Look at me."

Your vision blurred, "Thran…"

"Y/N!" He yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You tried focusing your eyes only to see nothing but blackness.

"Don't close your eyes." He commanded urgently.

You felt yourself being hoisted up in his arms.

"I need a healer!"

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"Y/N, please wake up."

Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking multiple times to try and get rid of the dark clouds that threatened to engulf your vision. You squinted your eyes at the figure above you. As soon as they focused you recognized them as Thranduil. Your eyes widened.

"Where are we?" You asked shakily.

"We're in the healer's room." He answered softly, leaning closer so that you could hear him better.

"What happ-" your words died on your lips when you took in your surroundings.

You were lying in a bed, covered in white sheets, with curtains drawn shut surrounding your bed.

"Liriel and Ariya poisoned you. I am currently holding them in the cells."

You looked up at him in shock, "Are you going to kill them?"

He scoffed, shaking his head, "I wish..."

"My son urged me to banish them. He knew you wouldn't have wanted their deaths." His voice was laced with pain, his jaw clenched tightly.

You swallowed thickly before reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "I am sorry to have scared you, my love"

His eyes filled with sorrow, "You almost died. I almost lost you."

A tear rolled down your cheek, "But I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Yes." He murmured softly, wiping your tears away.

You hummed softly and laid back against the pillows.

Thranduil moved back to lay beside you and placed a tender kiss on your temple. He rested his head against your shoulder and closed his eyes.

You gazed at him thoughtfully until you heard him say: "Marry me."

You gasped softly.

Your eyes opened wide in disbelief, "What?"

Thranduil opened his eyes and met yours with determination, "Y/N, marry me. Please."

"But-"

He lifted a finger to silence you, "I will not allow anyone to tell me what I can or cannot do. I almost lost you, I intend to enjoy every moment with you I can as my wife."

You bit down on your lip, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth.

"I cannot imagine being any happier than I already am now."

"So will you marry me?" He asked again.

You nodded slowly, biting your lip, trying to hide your growing smile, "...yes."

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thranduil—to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

summary: thranduil values you above everything. perhaps above morality.

word count: 0.6k

fanfiction no. 005

the war had come. here you stood before the lonely mountain and its cowardly king, to the left of you his brutish cousin, and behind you an army of orcs. thranduil would not fight, you knew he would not, and you could feel the disdain within you bubble to the surface the closer the army came to the brave, tired and worn men who stood their ground and would fight to their last breath.

"you cannot let them fight this war alone," you seethed, tugging on thranduil's arm.

thranduil turned to you calmly, but disrupted this act of content as he whipped himself from your grasp and said through gritted teeth—“i will not waste elvish blood on a petty dispute between orc and dwarf."

"you and i are both aware this goes far deeper than a petty dispute, far deeper than a promise to end a bloodline. he is coming."

"and he will come regardless of the outcome of this insignificant battle," countered thranduil. "buying time is buying into delusion."

your jaw clenched as you looked at him helplessly. "then you will return alone," you held your head high and unsheathed your sword, heading into the ranks of men.

before thranduil could stop you, he had lost you within the crowd, hesitating too long to truly understand what your words could mean.

you did not see your king as the battle begun, but you saw his impact, his influence, as an army of elves leapt from the ranks of men and thrusted themselves into battle. though you had no time to smile, you were grateful, you were triumphant. perhaps it would be the only battle you won that day.

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the bloodline had ended. the battle was done. you followed legolas, knowing he was searching for his father. you stood silently, a safe distance away, as father and son said their goodbyes, before approaching thranduil himself. his expression was indecipherable, though stern, but his figure was hunched and it left you wondering what he would say to you.

"you were reckless today," he stated simply.

"i may have been, but i could not leave," you admitted firmly, standing your ground despite disappointing your king.

you could bare to disappoint your king, but to disappoint thranduil was something else entirely. at present, you weren't sure which begrudged you or whether it was the both of them.

"you cannot defy me so openly, so willingly," he scolded you.

"i couldn't live with myself if i had left these people to die, knowing i could have helped in some way," you said softly, pleading with him to understand the reason behind your actions and defiance.

thranduil took an angry step forward, looking down upon you as if you were nothing but a nuisance. "and do you think i could live..." he softened, "if you had perished in this war when i could have done something to prevent it?" he asked tenderly, cupping your face in his pale hand.

leaning into his touch, you felt empathy for the man who had faced great loss and feared its repetition. "i would not leave you that way," you reassured him with sugarcoated lies.

"promises mean little when you have not the power to keep them."

but his resolve dissipated and he sighed softly, pulling you into his chest where he felt you were safest and kissed your forehead gently. he wondered at his ability to go from violence to softness so quickly, but knew that it was simply a necessity of a king in middle earth, where evil ran free and rampant across the lands.

"i do not like to be frightened," he reminded you.

"i will do my best never to make you feel that way again," you promised, genuinely this time.

"thank you, meleth nîn," he whispered in your ear, kissing your lips sweetly and gently when you turned to look up at him.

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