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cabopineforest · 4 years

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It will soon be 1 year since I first found about Hollow Knight. So I'm gonna allow myself to summon my knowledge of English and talk A LOT about my headcanon story of Pale King. Beware!

(actually, if someone is reading this for real, I want to see your opinion, I want to discuss it with someone, it's in my mind 24/7 for several months by now, I need to share it, please, please)

(also there are two more pictures)

Pale King! Yes, he is the most interesting character for me in Hollow Knight. He is always there, you can find mentions of him a lot through the game, but at the same time we know nothing about him. And his personality and life seems to be very interesting. That's why it is interesting to talk about him, everyone has their own head canons, that sometimes contradict each other. And I'm gonna say, everything I write here is not the theories, most of it has no indication in the game itself. But for me it is interesting to see PK like this.

So let's start with some lore. I have my own headcanon about Higher Beings: they are some kind of powerful creatures that have their own mind. There are also the simple creatures, that are not higher beings, have no mind on their own, and they are more like animals, living simple life of surviving and continuing life cycle. But they can be chosen by some god that can affect their minds and make them like he wants them to be, worshiping this god in return.

A simple creature can't become a true higher being, a higher being can't become a simple being. Children of higher beings are higher beings.

Some of these higher beings can ascend and become gods. Gods are even more powerful beings that have unlimited access to the dream realm and can affect simple creature's minds through it. But gods need to be worshiped, otherwise they will lose their powers and disappear.

So they live like that, simple beings are separate and are like mindless animals, higher beings are separate and can live on their own as much as they want, gods and creatures given minds (god's people) are living in symbiosis, giving each other a reason to exist.

So. Pale King, Unn, NKG, Shade Lord, Radiance are definitely gods. White Lady may be a god. Hornet, the vessels, the dreamers, Vespa, Bardoon, the Great Knights, maybe snail shamans, maybe Seer, the Hunter, mantises — these are higher beings.

Now for the story.

Pale Wyrm was already a god, and he was searching for a place to stop, find people for him and create a kingdom. As we established, he needed it because this was his nature as a god, he needed to be worshiped and remembered.

His goal was to create a vast and magnificent kingdom that would be considered one of the best in the world, or even the best in the world. In general, he was very ambitious. But at the same time, he was smart, well-versed in politics and science. He also understood that he would not be able to achieve his goal if he was a huge creature, and so he wanted to be more like his future subjects, luckily he had the ability to "regenerate".

So he was wandering wastelands until he found a mountain with a village on top that was populated by moths. Moths saw the giant unknown creature on their territory and called for their god, that was the Radiance. And she went to drive the intruder from her territory. There was a battle that ended in victory of the Radiance. Wyrm took too mush damage and was forced to run away. Eventually he died near Radiance's territory and turned into a small worm.

That's how the conflict between PK and the Radiance started.

PK got stuck in these lands for a bunch of time and had no choice but to use them. He started to explore, found simple bugs and led them, started to create Hallownest and became a God-King. Probably at this point he met White Lady, and they fell in love with each other.

Radiance was a danger for Pale King and Hallownest, so he decided to get rid of her. At some point, maybe with the help of White Lady, he managed to steal all the moths from her. Moths started to worship Pale beings, Radiance became powerless and was banished. Everyone forgot about her. PK forbade anyone, even himself, to approach the former moth lands, and the moths moved to the caverns known as resting grounds.

The King created Hallownest. He made a technological breakthrough in the bug world, creating a semblance of electricity, trams, elevators, stagways. He was interested in architecture and designed the capital himself. He expanded borders, interacted with other gods and lands, conducted trade, introduced currency. He also was into knighthood, fighting and stuff. Hallownest was populated not only by simple creatures that had no choice but to worship their god, but also by lots of higher beings, that were loyal to Pale beings.

You can say that PK has achieved his goal, and he was proud of it.

At some point he discovered that there is a living mindful black goo right under his lands that was leaking in some places and killing bugs. He began to study the void, and the void didn't like the intruder. Kingsmoulds and wingmoulds were considered to be safe, but at least one kingsmould became something unusual, harmless, with mind, voice and some kind of goal, we know this creature as the collector... But later about it. Or not.

So Hallownest was at the greatest state of its existence, when someone found the way to forgotten moth lands and saw the statue of the Radiance. This was the first infected bug, but then more and more became infected and started dying. The Radiance began to regain her power.

There were several ways to get rid of the infection suggested. Some of them were totally insane, like Soul Master's plan. Pale King understood this, of course, and forbade him to conduct experiments. PK didn’t want to sacrifice his subjects, so he decided to sacrifice part of himself. His children, to be precise.

So he and White Lady created a ton of vessels. Most of them died right after birth and became shades. Some of them stayed alive, but PK was kinda afraid of these unpredictable and potentially dangerous creatures (because he already saw what void is capable of during his experiments with it), that's why he decided to throw them back where they came from and took only one mindless vessel.

So he trained the Pure Vessel. I actually prefer to think that Vessel left the Palace (or their couple of rooms in the Palace) only twice in their life: when they were transported from the Abyss to the Palace and from the Palace to the Black Egg. They haven't seen anything except for those several rooms, their father, training kingsmoulds and wingmoulds, rarely their mother, they'd seen the dreamers, Hornet and the great knights maybe once or twice in their life. This was done to make sure that they would not be attached to anything (haha, Pale King, good job). And when Hollow was saved in Embrace the Void ending, they were thrown into the world they maybe heard about but didn't know anything. "Why there is a tablet on this house? What are these symbols? What is food? Are these leaves food? What is a wind? What is a tictic? Why am I asking this? Why do I care? Should I care? They won't kill me because I care, right? Right??" Ok, this is also a different topic, but they all are connected, aaaaaaaaaaaaa

It's not like Pale King didn't care about the vessels. He just chose safety of his people over his weird creations and wanted to achieve his goal no matter what. Any cost to succeed. No cost too great. There is no other way. (Probably he foresaw that this is the only possible way, at least to stop the Radiance temporary. Maybe there really was no other way). Pale King cared about the Pure Vessel as much as about everyone in his kingdom (basically they all are his creations as well).

But he sacrificed the life of his creation and the lives of the dreamers to seal the Radiance. The infection stopped and Hallownest started to recover and live like it did before.

And after some time the infection returned, now quicker and deadlier than before. Bugs started to die, dead husk turned into zombie suiciders, that started to not only kill each other and non-infected bugs, but also had a goal to kill PK directly. The Radiance threw waves after waves of husks to the Palace, and it turned into a constant battlefield.

Now... Imagine that you are a bug in the City of Tears. You have no place to hide. The gates in the capital are closed, everyone is under a quarantine but it doesn't help. There is no food. The last doctor died yesterday. You hear the infected great sentries right behind your door, and they can break the door and kill you at any moment. There is no way for you to escape. Your parents have died this morning. You are a 5-year-old child and you are hiding under the bed. No one can help you because everyone in the tower you live are already dead. Yeeeeaaaah, did you know that Hollow Knight is actually a very depressing horror game? Try to not think about it.

But returning to the Pale King. He knew about the horror that was happening in Hallownest. He realised that he can't trust anyone, every servant can be infected. He realised that he sacrificed lives of innocents and it was all for nothing. That Hollow was not hollow, and they understood all of this. He realised that his great kingdom is falling apart and this is his fault. And this was too much for him.

All that deal with moving the Palace into the dream was because Pale King wanted to be in safety, find another way to get rid of the Radiance and temporary rule Hallownest from a safe place. White Lady refused to go into the dream realm with him (because of some reasons? Maybe she wasn't able to enter the dream realm. I already mentioned that I doubt she is a god), so she moved into her gardens and hid her body and mind there.

So the Dream Palace consists of several parts, several levels of reality, so to say: 1) Parts of the real White Palace that were moved into a dream. The platforms, the windows, the throne room. 2) Parts that were created by Pale King's memories, dreams and nightmares. This is the cutscene with Pure Vessel in the end of the Path of Pain — this is his memory of that moment when he could realize that Pure Vessel is not pure and his plan won't work, but he didn't. Also the crib room — this room never existed in the real palace, but here it is a reminder of the fact that he could have had a family. The music of void creatures makes this room even more depressing. 3) Parts that were created by PK to protect himself and his memories. These are buzzsaws, spikes, spears. He knew that there can be dreamwielders somewhere, like Seer, and wanted them not to find him and the fact that he messed up. There are also the seals, like the Seal of Binding near the entrance of the Path of Pain.

So you could already realise that by that point Pale King stuck in a cycle of constant paranoia, shame, regret, helplessness and depression. And there were less and less people remembering him, even if all the Hallownest seals, reminders of him, were everywhere, there was no people to see them. This made him powerless.

Aaaand then the void sensed the weakened god, it's enemy, came into a dream, easily passed all the traps, found the Pale King and swallowed him alive.

Pum pum pum puuuuuuuuuum Directed by Robert B Wiede

Summary: Pale King had to be worshiped in order to exist, had a great scientific and politic mind, actually cared about his people, established the greatest kingdom, had a bunch of powerful enemies, was too stubborn about his plans and goals, made a couple of fatal mistakes, which made him fail eventually. And he went insane. Yes.

Thank you for reading this. Really. Thank you. Thank you. Let me know what you think of it and what headcanons you have and what mistakes I made...

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blankdblank · 6 years

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Giants and Gems Pt 2

Pt 1

It’s got battles, injuries, fluff.

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In a slow inhale your body shifted, opening the eyes of the King behind you from his light sleep. A small smile returned to his face at your body settling against his chest with your head returning to its place on his bicep with a soft sigh. His eyes lowered when his lips met the top of your head when it shifted slightly allowing you to mumble, “It’s morning.”

Thranduil chuckled hearing the single thrush on a ledge somewhere chirping happily in the light, daring to sing to its hearts content against the threat of the great creature he believed to be still slinking around within. “Yes it is.”

“You’ll be leaving soon?”

His eyes shifted to meet yours when your head tilted back to look at him, “Why would you think that?”

“You’re a King.”

“And? My people can handle themselves for a few days until we return.” He wet his lips quickly, “You will return with me?”

“You’re certain you wish for me to go with you?”

His hand stroked your cheek lovingly, “I never wish to spend another day without you.”

Your smile crept back, “Still, your people would be concerned to not hear from you.”

“I’m certain my Elk passed on the news of our trip. But, if it will calm your concern I will write to my Son, sharing the news of Smaug’s passing and my remaining with you until Thorin and his men return home.” His lips met your cheek before he eased back from you and out of the thick formerly dust coated covers that he walked across before hopping down to walk to the desk where he found a piece of parchment and a pen along with a small tray.

With that gathered in his hand in the flat tray his other hand lit a match he found to spread the flame to the lantern on the desk that he carried back to the bed after discarding the dead match. Hopping on it again to cross to your side, leaving the lantern on the bedside table as he eased under the covers again propping the tray on his legs through his settling. With a soft smile he quickly composed a short letter.

“Little Leaf,

On my patrols I came across Lady Opal, the-,”

Softly you leaned against his shoulder and said, “Maiar.” His eyes shifted through his head turning to meet yours, “I’m a Maiar.”

He nodded and continued,

“Maiar among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. Who happens to be my eldest friend from my childhood home I’ve told you about. I ensured her safe arrival to Erebor. We gained entrance and the beast is dead. The Company however we believe to be in or on their way to Laketown. There seems to be a lack of aviary companions willing to return just yet past a zealous thrush, if you wouldn’t mind sending one out to alert them of their chance to return home safely. After they have returned once Lady Opal is ready she will be joining us in Greenwood. I am aware it is early, but I was insisted upon to alert you all to my whereabouts and safe condition. I will be back as soon as possible, until then mind the wine levels and ensure the Elks don’t get too greedy with their daily fruit and jam tastings. Until then I trust you know what to do,

I Love You and I hope you two will get along well when we return.

Also don’t forget to drink your tea for your headache from the wine. The purple one.

Ada.”

With a gentle peck on your cheek he smiled at you waving the paper before him to ensure the ink was dry before intricately folding it together for easier handling and he stated, “Perhaps I could convince that thrush to pass on my message.”

Giggling softly you shifted to his side asking, “Did you want your shirt back?”

He smiled glancing at the thin white undershirt he had laid out under you both to spare you both a layer of dust even after his hard shake he gave them and the pillows the night before that would surely smell like you after this. “We will be coming back to bed afterwards once a small breakfast is prepared hopefully.”

You smiled following him out as he pulled his now terribly wrinkled shirt back on, to the secret ledge where you convinced the thrush to pass on the note to the young Prince and his anxiously buzzing kin at the news the Elk had spread of your journey. With your hand claimed by his once again for your trip back to the Elven apartment to fix breakfast before your being carried back to bed for another chance to relax in each other’s arms between stolen kisses.

…

By nightfall halfway through his next set off bout of dancing Thranduil paused as you did, easing his hands around your back as you slid yours along his chest from his shoulders while saying, “Horses.”

His gentle smile returned as he pressed his lips to yours again after a quick lean, stealing yet another breathtaking kiss before his lips left yours before pecking against yours again then shifted into a smile at your creeping smile when he led the way to the front gates. Making sure to add your boots and him, his outer shirt again while you combed his hair back with your fingers before accepting his hand. Turn by turn you remained fixed at his side hearing the creatures draw closer and soon stop at the short bridge near the entrance.

Firmly you both gripped the bolt securing the door and tugged it free before the Dwarf group on the other side came into view when the small door was opened.

Each pair of eyes scanned over you in search of any injury while the familiar twinge of brows occurred at their noticing your spotless familiar outfit. A soft giggle from you sounded at your ankles crossing through your small twists as your hands locked behind your back when your eyes met Thorin’s after Bilbo crashed into you for a tight hug and joined your side stealing a glance up at the softly smiling King beside you. While his eyes blinked again Thorin drew in a steady breath curious as to what rules he would have to follow and just what he would have to turn over for ownership of his home, until you said, “I don’t believe welcome home is quite the proper term for this, but all the same, Welcome Home King Thorin.”

His eyes scanned between you as tears fought to fill the group’s eyes as he cleared his throat and replied, “I have to ask, just what was bartered to have the King release you?”

Your smile inched wider through your next giggle as King Thranduil chuckled lowly, stealing a glance at you before replying, “I did not release her. I came across Lady Opal in the forest on my yearly wandering. As one of my oldest friends I refused to allow her this trip unaccompanied. No agreement was made or offered past her residence in Greenwood after her contract with you is completed.”

He glanced between you shifting his extended finger from you to him, “You knew him?”

Thranduil nodded, “Had I been alerted of her presence our interaction would have gone very differently.”

Thorin glanced at you again with a curious expression, “You bartered, for nothing?”

Your head shook, “Not a thing past his offer of company. We hadn’t met since he was quite young, before the West began to fall.” Breaking your ankles apart you stepped forward gently taking hold of his upper arm and giving him a soft tug starting his path inside as your hands settled on his back to keep him moving, “You can inspect your hoard yourself. Everything is still there except the Arkenstone.”

His head turned to catch your eye before looking to Thranduil who added “It’s been added to your throne again. I have a mountain, this one is yours. We have our differences and past problems between us, I am in no way ever going to keep you from returning home. I have lost two homes in my lifetime, I know the pain.”

Thorin smirked, “And yet you jailed us.”

Thranduil’s eyes shifted sterner for a moment until his hand was brushed by yours, quite obviously as the young Princes and Thorin caught a glimpse of your fingers giving his pinky a gentle squeeze before his saying, “I have faced the Serpents of the North before. If I was not so certain of Lady Opal’s abilities I would have locked her away again as well. He was the only hindrance in your plan.”

Thorin stole a glance back at you, “And just what did you witness of the Lady’s abilities to follow her so easily?”

Thranduil smirked, “It wasn’t what she did, it’s how she awoke.” Thorin’s brow rose.

Bilbo, “Awoke?”

Thranduil chuckled easing the next doorway a bit wider for the group, “In my home there was an island surrounded by a lake we were forbidden by the Valar to touch. On the other side of the island was what appeared to be a statue of a sleeping Elleth coated in a sheet of moss on a stone platform. I lost my book, and when I went to retrieve it she awoke. I did not need anything to witness past that.”

Dwalin, “Her guards didn’t harm you for waking her?”

Thranduil, “She had no guards that I could see. No need for them.”

Balin, “Why would the Valar place you there?”

“We were placed near our Ones, to wake only with them. A girdle was granted to the Queen for her lands in return for my resting place going untouched until I woke.”

Ori, “Must have been quite a protective shield in return.”

“Though it was conditional to when I was sleeping unless the Queen was able to continue its sealing.”

Bilbo softly mumbled to himself, “That’s how it fell, she couldn’t.” Without a nod he caught your quiet agreement in your eyes before he joined the others in a set of gasps at the giant ruby serpent now mingled in with the hoard.

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Between the heavy crashing of metal through the crowd of screams the forces locked in a sprint to battle froze at the loud roars issued from behind the shifting forest and hills the goblins and orcs had burst through and now frozen in place on. All around the forces Stone Giants came into view, roaring through their earth shaking trot towards the dark creatures. With a smirk in place Thorin stole a glance at the obviously frightened Elf King as he mentally tried to reign himself back to his neutral state of mind for the battle. A nudge at his elbow drew his eyes to the Dwarf King who chuckled and stated, “I suppose Opal hasn’t introduced you to her Adad yet?”

Thranduil softly mumbled, “Now is not-.”

His eyes followed Thorin’s finger towards the three Giants coming from over Greenwood, “She said the tallest was her Adad, the other two are her Uncles.” With a firm pat on the Elf King’s back Thorin gave another soft chuckle, “Think of it this way, if we survive this you can ask for his blessing.” Thranduil nodded then turned his head back to the returning charge from the orcs.

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Locked in a race of your own you followed the echoes of shouts with a Hobbit hot on your heels in your race up Raven Hill. Once again it was decided to leave you behind, so out you slipped through the hidden door they’d left unguarded at their not knowing its true location since with their return it no longer proved relevant to learn. Between your quickened breaths you stole a glance back at the Hobbit panting heavily on his try to keep up. In a quick scoop you eased him on your back and doubled your pace up the side of the icy rocks to the top. Slowly his breathing settled through your climb until you found yourselves crouched behind a pile of crumbled rocks each gripping your unsheathed blades.

With firm blows your twin blades brought the largest of them to their knees as Bilbo picked off the smaller ones you allowed to pass you in a slow trickle allowing them one at a time to not overload him. One by one their forces fell between your waves of light shifting groups of them to diamonds causing the skin on your arms to slowly creep into the shimmering stones. In a curious circle you turned eyeing the fallen creatures in the now empty clearing before you cautiously followed the echoes of the whispers the hidden forces hoped you would miss.

One pounce of a warg later you both were split apart, each defending your own side of the clearing between your large waves of gems that swallowed the creatures whole and spread over any daring to touch them. Between your swings in your brief moment of peace you caught a glimpse of the white orc sneaking up on Bilbo as he faced Bolg in a rock coated former courtyard between the crumbling towers.

In a quick jolt you raced towards him, hurling one of your swords at Bolg that slammed into his exposed side slicing through his heart dropping him to his knees for Bilbo’s issuing the final blow through his hearing a stunned exhale from behind him. In a turn his eyes widened at the large blade sticking through your back dripping with a fine glistening silvery wave of droplets as the now headless body of the creature wielding the weapon released it and dropped heavily to the icy ground.

Timidly his hand landed on your back in his trembling path around you between your sharp slow raspy breaths. Before you his eyes scanned over your hands gripping the sword inside your now diamond wreathed wound as another slow trickle of silver coated the freed portion of the blade. Inch by inch he slowly aided its extraction before dropping it and watching as a silvery vein sealed the wound as the diamond coating on your body spread to the base of your neck through your next breath. Wetting his lips Bilbo inched closer to you asking, “You’re, that, you’re alive still.”

With a weak chuckle you nodded, “It will heal, slowly, but it will heal.” As you inhaled again you turned and eyed the creeping cloud then collected your swords again and led Bilbo to the rocky ledge there the catapults were still seated. Glancing over your shoulder at a loud crash your smile grew at the largest of the Stone Giants kneeling atop the ledge and settling forward on his left hand eyeing you both as his extended finger on his free hand skimmed against your arm through his eyeing your fresh wound while he growled something at you.

With a soft smile your forehead pressed against his finger you tightly hugged through what Bilbo could only imagine to be a smile from him as you grumbled something in return. Upon releasing him he reared up on his knees and aided you in turning the catapults and brought a grouping of chains into your reach for you three to interweave between glances at the growing swarm.

Pull and release, three times you continued this pattern, sending the woven chains out collecting large groups of them as the Company in the cleared fields below chased Thranduil in his race up to you after hearing your shriek at the snapping winged beast that crashed landed feet in front of you only to die at your Uncle’s fist crushing it as he joined your Father’s side while the others joined in, crushing the others then grabbing the net to gather more between the slew of arrows from the approaching Elves as Thranduil leapt into the task of aiding you and Bilbo on reloading the catapults for the next set of nets.

Silence fell over the hill at the last of the beasts falling and the wave of cheers dying through your backwards stagger. In a reach back your hand found your Father’s that cradled your body allowing you to rest back in his loosely extended fingers through your slowly deepening breaths. After a respectful head nod at the large cooing rumble aimed at you from the giant supporting you the Elf King joined your side as the Company and Dain followed after, all watching as the slice through your chest was revealed through the button-less opening in your shirt above your vest along with the line of diamonds creeping over your face as your eyes held their glowing emerald form and your hair shifted to its bright mithril form.

Cautiously the Elf King’s fingers met your chest around your wound asking, “What did this?”

At your side Bilbo wet his lips saying, “Azog snuck up on me. Lady Opal took the blow.”

Growling breaths rippled through the crowd of Dwarves through the drooping of your lids. Speechlessly Thranduil inched closer to you softly whispering healing chants that did nothing to mend the large wound while Gandalf approached at his finally arriving at the top on the back of a large Eagle. Wetting his lips he wove through the bodies and knelt before you after uttering a low growl of a greeting to your Father who bowed his head in return and allowed the Wizard to extend his hand over your wound. Turning to face the others Gandalf stated, “The Mithril has sealed the wound. All she needs now is rest, a moon should do it, I have seen her Cousins face worse. Much like their Fathers their bodies are built to return to gems and reform, possibly a week in this form and the rest shifting back again.”

His eyes lowered to your hand shifting into you pocket revealing a small opal globe on a chain you, with your slit eyes settled around the finger of your Father’s free hand through a low grumble you gave as his head leaned closer to yours. With a deep flash of ruby passing over his eyes through a growing roar that soon spread through the rest of the giants that all rose at his call to war, each taking a handful of the Company and Elf Lords and soldiers around you as Bilbo, Legolas and Thanduil hoped onto your Father’s around you.

Across the distances of their hands circling the group shouts were traded between the wonder at where these racing beasts were headed. All racing past the city centered in the frozen lake filled with terrified citizens all peeking at them, not noticing the boat trying to slip away packed to the brim with gold guided by a hooded portly relaxing man and his hooded henchman frantically rowing to clear the giant foot that soon landed right on them sending the pool of gold to spread through the frozen waters.

Large indents of broken earth in the dry and barren lands in their path eyes were widened as they opened upon waking to find Mordor within sight. An angered roar sounded through the creatures as they slowed and lowered their handfuls into the stretch of desert at the ending line of green allowing the Giants around your Father to grasp at the Nazguls circling above that they soon crushed before their tearing the at the Black Gate, throwing the broken bits into the towers within the dark city as your Father alone walked towards the burning mountain giving the tower with the burning eye a firm growled utterance.

Within his hand your group swayed at his stop at the base of the mountain, with a small breeze his free hand approached, bringing the opal into Bilbo’s sight, as his eyes locked with the giants his hands instinctually cupped under his closing fingers that split the stone freeing the golden ring to drop into his palms. Wetting his lips he glanced at Thranduil who gently rested his hand on the Hobbits back and led him into the mountain and back again catching your Father throwing a giant portion of a nearby tower at the tower holding the burning eye.

A large crack spread across the middle of it causing the eye to glance around frantically at its slow splitting up to the top while he collected the pair again, who grouped around you and Legolas again as the large fingers closed around you for the giants to exit the city as the mountain began to erupt. Once again the Elves and Dwarves were gathered and led to Gondor, where they were granted food and shelter for the night as the circle of Giants sat in a circle swaying through a thunderous hummed song.

By morning the group gathered and glanced over the group now including the summoned Ents from Fangorn all singing to you in their own tongues sharing their spare energy with you causing your glow to grow revealing your receding diamonds over your fingertips and your slowly darkening hair.

By nightfall their race ended bringing them back to Erebor again once the giants had dispersed along with the Ents, leaving just your Father who sat in a curled position with his legs before him after your body being passed to King Thranduil. Heads turned as a soft breeze sounded through his dimming eyes while a cloud of multicolored light flowed from him, forming a tall nearly eight foot figure of pure light in a indistinguishable plain form that followed you inside up to your apartment.

Nearly three days you slept as his form cradled you, humming to you in a deep comforting tone that seemed to draw all Dwarves nearer to your door upon their passing while your skin slowly came back into sight. His hold never loosening but shifting slightly allowing the Elf King to join you in your huddled pile as well as Bilbo and Legolas.

Between his songs stories were traded between the Elf King and him while learning each other, by the time your eyes had opened your Father’s hand trailed around Thranduil’s wrist awakening a sapphire ring that slowly sank once again into his skin. Wordlessly his head nodded a soft thanks before the same was done to Legolas’ revealing his emerald ring, both having never noticed their shielded ability stemming from your bond, its awakening signaling his blessing.

As the week ended you managed your first meal and hugged your Father tightly at his needing to return to his larger form. In a position on the Elf King’s back you led him out again to witness his return and rise before his massive finger eased along your cheek. After a mental trading of farewells he turned and started his trek back towards Rivendell leaving you to return to your apartment.

Planning had flown into full swing for the first of many celebrations. The mountain had nearly filled again and you were settled fully into your new place in the Dwarf Council where you spent your days relaxing and exploring as much as you could between your joining them for meetings. With the path of the moon you could feel your full limits of power returning to normal, and tonight under the light of the full moon you imagined yourself once again locked in the arms of your One to dance until dawn among your friends. Thranduil had to return home to control his end of the planning, claiming the chance to court you properly and use the space to aid in the secrecy of his planned gifts and meetings.

Stretched out along your bed your eyes turned to the opened door that allowed the Company into your room behind Thorin who set a wrapped garment bag onto the foot of your bed stating, “Your dress, as promised.”

You smirked as his eyes scanned over your same outfit, though with fully restored buttons that stirred a wave of similar irritated glances from the returned Dwarves that all gave disbelieving looks to their King who allowed you to bear the same outfit each day, no matter what ability you seemed to claim at keeping it spotless.

Dwalin, “We’d have allowed your dress from Rivendell but you wore it last week.”

You smirked again, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

A clear growl sounded from Gloin as he’d reached his end and blurted out, “You’ve worn the same clothes for months now! You’re not wearing those enchanted layers to the ball!”

With a giggle you propped up on your elbow, “Enchanted layers?”

Thorin growled as well and eyed your room, “You’re not wearing it! Now, where is that circlet Thranduil sent you?”

His body turned and followed your soft reply of, “Closet.”

From within the closet you heard the ring of a gripping of hangers before he walked out with one handful of your shirts and the other of your pants, all similar and extended them at his sides, “What is this?!”

“My clothes.”

Around him the Dwarves grouped around him grabbing them and spreading them around.

Dwalin, “They’re identical.”

“Yup.”

Dori, “This is how you stayed so clean?”

You nodded, “Appearance matters to your kin. Had to.”

Through another growling breath Thorin led the Princes into your closet where they gathered the rest of them and returned into your room as Fili asked, “There’s got to be twenty of each, why have so many?”

You shrugged, “They were on sale and the only color in my size.”

With furrowed brows after rolling their eyes Thorin led them to Dori’s apartment as he mumbled designs they could use for each to distinguish them. With a giggle you glanced at Bilbo and asked, “How did they think I managed it?”

Bilbo chuckled softly replying, “Common belief rippling through the mountain is witchcraft.” Making you giggle again.

Days bled on bringing with them happier times and the growing sound of little boot coated feet in the deep green glowing halls, celebrations and anniversaries were marked until the slew of weddings for you and the Company, each bringing the trembling of the earth at your kin coming to join in on the joyous occasions. All happily milling about within the mix in both stone and light forms with an increase of visits from your Father especially as the races around you anxiously awaited the arrival of your heirs.

Curiosity bubbled through the Dwarves especially, amping up their already shifting mental gears at their new gem lines circling their wrists, rings that soon vanished and would not reveal their effects for the next century for most before it became apparent of the new endless lifespan of the stone formed kin at your alliance and aid in the new beginning of Middle Earth.

Though in the mix one Hobbit, Consort to the King no less went day to day without a glimpse of any gem lines to his and his Husband’s thorough inspections. At least until an accidental dropping of a dagger from a trick a visiting Dwarf Lord had displayed landed in the center of the stunned Hobbit’s foot.

Gasps and shouts echoed through the halls at the injury as poor Bilbo’s expression shifted through his reach down when he noticed the hairs on his feet turning to a familiar shade of silver. Upon extraction the silver liquid coated blade made the visiting Lord drop heavily as Thorin crouched down and raised the now sapphire coated foot with a clear mithril seam through the center of the top and bottom. Smiles grew at their now obvious eternal link before their crashing kiss that led to a call for a crutch for the Consort until it was mended.

Soon enough happiness and light filled the lands again as with an eager stroke the hand of your One eased over your exposed stomach and its small bump while your lips met and parted through lingering kisses in your cuddling stance in bed while planning out a set of names to choose from. A list that soon grew as the Prince climbed onto the bed with a full tray of food along with a clear list of his own as he joined your pile sharing in your breakfast.

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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