yandere-delulu

[yandere-delulu]

hit a writing binge and posted 2 chapters in a night..... probably not going to be a normal thing

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[yandere-delulu]

Eyes Like Rubies

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

Summary: Legolas finally meets Y/N, and Thranduil says something he can’t take back

Warning: crying idk, at this point Y/N crying is kinda a given

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the others because where it ended was a good cut off point before going into the next chapter.

Chapter 3: Exchanged Words

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Finding the location his father had hidden Y/N away in had turned out to be a little harder than he was expecting, but Legolas was going to find her. He had to be careful not to arouse his father’s suspicion but part of him knew his father already guessed he would be looking for her room. 

‘He’ll have her room guarded, but it won’t be any normal guard. My father would only be satisfied if royal guards were stationed.’ Legolas pondered, walking through the halls, eyes glancing down corridors as he passed looking for anything that looked out of place. 

It wasn’t tell he had gone down several stairwells and a maze of hallways when he arrived at the old wing. One he had not ventured to since the realm had ceased having visitors, the old wing used to be where nobles and royalty would stay, yet now lays almost abandoned only ever used as extra bed when the healers have run out. Yet in this old wing near the end of the farthest hallway stood two royal guards, standing alert and flanking a door. It had to be where his father had kept Y/N.

Standing tall, Legolas approached with all the poise that had been drilled into his head over the decades of etiquette lessons. He had to approach this right or they would turn him away, and judging by the way they were looking at him they were already planning on how. Striding up to the guards, only stopping when they blocked his way with their spears.

“Forgive us my prince, but King Thranduil ordered for no one to be let in except for him and the healer.” One of them spoke.

“My father has given me permission to enter.” Legolas cooly spoke, eyes trained on theirs, he has to make it believable.

“If that were the case, King Thranduil would have informed us.” The other chimed in.

“My father is informing you now, do you expect the king to take time out of his busy day to come down here and tell you that I, the prince, can be let into this room?” Legolas harshley questioned, watching as their resolve start to crumble, “or should I go inform my father that you disobeyed an order?” he added, raising an eyebrow. The guards only lowered their heads, moving their pears to the side, allowing the blonde entry.

Slipping in, he quickly shut the door behind them, thanking the stars there was a lock which he slotted into place. The healer was nowhere in sight, which means it’s only a matter of time before they come back and bust his ruse. Glancing around the room had been cleaned, spotless compared to the dust covered rooms that filled this section of the old wing. 

Turning around, blue eyes met with startled red ones. She was awake and looking right at him from where she sat on the bed. 

“W-who are you?” She whispered, backing up on the bed slightly. “Where’s Linann?” She asked, eyes shifting around hurriedly, he could see a mist fill them, he needed to calm her down. Her crying might alert the guards and they might realize he locked the door and put two and two together. 

“My name is Legolas.” He spoke, trying to approach her, but it only seemed to drive her away. “Linann had to take care of a few people, so she sent me to look after you instead.” He lied, and Y/N seemed to buy it somewhat, relaxing alittle and scooting ever so slightly forward. 

“Are you an elf like Linann?” She curiously asked, eyes scanning him, before leaning, trying to see his ears. 

Turning his head, his ears in full view, he heard the child crawl closer. “Yes I’m an elf, everyone within the walls of the woodland realm are elves.” He spoke.

“Except for me” Y/N added, now at the end of the bed, red eyes beaming with curiosity, hesitance still lingering on her brow. “Your eyes,” She paused, and Legolas looked at her with confusion, “They are the same as the ones of the man-i mean elf who found me.” she wondered, looking to him for answers. 

Taking a seat on the bed, trying to not feel offended when Y/N shrunk back, she was still weerie of him, Legolas repeated in his head. “We have the same eyes because he’s my father.”  That seemed to catch the girl's interest, as she moved a little closer, now they were only sitting a few feet away. Legolas took this moment to actually look at Y/N, she looked so young, far too young to be wandering the forest alone, but what entranced him were her eyes, ruby red eyes that sparkled brighter than any stone, once that stared at his with the same curiosity. “Which parent do you share eyes with?” He asked, a smile on his face, expecting her to brightly tell him but he watched as bright rubies turned to dull rocks downcasting towards hands that idly played with the sheets on the bed. 

“I-i don’t know, i’ve never met my parents.” Her voice cracked, “I guess they were scared of them like most people and left me…” she trailed off, a small sniffle filling the thick air, white hair covering her downcast face. 

‘Was this why she was abandoned in the forest?’ Legolas wondarded, but quickly squandered his thoughts, turning towards the downtrodden girl. “Well I do not know what your parents were thinking, but I find your eyes quite beautiful.” He spoke with sincerity, looking down at the girl as shy shy turned to face him again. “Your eyes put the most stunning rubies to shame.” He continued, voice filled with honesty and sincerity. It was true, he found Y/N eyes beautiful, so unlike anything he had seen, yet when he gazes at them he feels a sense of peace. 

Sniffing, she rubbed her eyes, “You’re just saying that cause I'm crying right now.”

“I will happily shout it across the realm for all to hear!” He jested, earning a giggle from the white haired girl, one that sounded like the prettiest bells to the elf.

“Please don’t do that, it would be far too embarrassing.” She giggled, a small smile playing on her lips, matching the warm one on his.

“I will do it if you speak ill of your eyes again, and you can hold me to my word.” He swore, smile widening as he earned another round of soft giggles from Y/N who now only sat a foot away. 

“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” She chuckled, tears long dried up. “So how old are you Legolas?” She softly spoke, looking at him with a bright smile. 

“I’m 2870 years old.” He spoke matter of factly.

“Is that like an elf joke?” She quietly asked, giving an uncomfortable laugh.

“No it is no joke, elves live very long lives compared to men.” He spoke cautiously, beginning to wonder how much this child knows, even more so how old she is.

Y/N looked into his eyes and only saw the truth, with everything going on right now she is just gonna have to start rolling with the punches at this point she mused.

“That makes you super old compared to me.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth trying to cover up her fit of giggles.

“Really I’m old, then my father must be ancient because he is well over 4000 years old.” Legolas defended, a laugh following, Y/N’s giggles were far too contagious, leading to them both falling over in a giggling mess, Y/N much more so than her companion.

It felt nice to be this free and open, Legolas cannot remember the last time he just talked with someone like this, joked around and had fun. It was not too common for elves, unless they were far too drunk to remember how to be dignified. “Then if you are having so much fun laughing at my age Y/N, how about sharing yours?” He snottly said in jest.

“Haha, okay, just don’t be too mean, I'm 13.” She giggled.

“You make fun of not only my age but my father’s age when you are only a baby!” He laughed, watching as her ruby eyes sparkled with tears, happy tears as she fell into another fit of giggles.

The two continued to talk back and forth, asking various things about each other, Legolas occasionally throwing a quip in about his dad, Y/N giggling away as she spoke to him, both having the time of their life.

Unaware of the ears that listened in on their joyus conversation. 

Rushing through the ever winding hallways, Linann made quick steps. Y/N had just woken up and she must report it to King Thranduil immediately, lest she face the fate she so fears. Saying quick apologies as she brushes past the guards carrying armfulls of papers and books, weaving her way through the busy hallway and shoving through the door into her king’s study.

“My King, I’ve come to report that Y/N has woken up again and has remained conscious.” She spoke hastily, watching as he quickly rose from his chair and strided out the door, worry etching into her face as he grabbed his sword. Following after him, elves parted as he walked, not daring to impede their king, she walked a few steps behind. The journey was quiet, and she feared what may happen as she stared at the sword on his hip. 

Finally coming upon the door, it felt like an eternity of silence, but what only amounted to 15 minutes to the old wing. Royal guard still stood at attention, standing far straighter in the presence of their king. Approaching the door they froze, Thranduil casting a suspicious gaze at the door, they could hear laughing coming from within.

“Y/N is to be alone, who is in there?” He questioned the guards, who began to worry, realizing that they had been played by the prince and now must face the wrath of their king.

“T-the prince, My King.” One spoke, trying to keep his voice steady.

“And why is he in there when my orders were to not allow anyone besides the healer or I inside?” Thranduil questions, icy blue iris digging into the guard.

“The Prince lied to us, The Prince said he received permission from My King to enter this room.” The other spoke, voice just as shaky as the others.

“I see.” Thranduil sneered, “Leave us, I’ll deal with your insubordination later.” The guards didn’t have to be told twice, hurrying down the hall, away from Thranduil’s wrath. 

Gripping the door handle, ready to swing it open, a laugh made the cold king pause, a laugh that had not graced these halls in many years.

His son’s laugh.

It had been so long since he had heard his son’s laugh that he had almost forgotten the sound. Another laugh was mixed in with Legolas’, a gentle one that rang like the softest bells, their harmonious chorus playing through the corridor. 

His son sounded so free, not marred down by the trauma of the past or burdened by duty, he sounded so….happy. It made Thranduil stand there and just listen, listen to the mindless conversation the two were having, not caring of the details, only listening to chuckles and giggles that flowed through the door. 

And Thranduil began to wonder, what if he just stops looking for Y/N village and just accepts the most absurd answer as the right one, and keeps her within these walls. She’ll be safe, well fed, she can be educated in the world she now resides in, but most of all she can bring back the happiness that has faded from his son, one that she has brought back just like she brought back flowers to the forest.

She just needs to stay here, because for the first time since his late wife’s death his son is happy, and if she is bringing such happiness, he cannot let that happiness slip through his fingers.

“Wait-Wait you’re telling me that there are spiders here the size of this bed?!” Y/N Shouted in surprise, hands cupping her face, looking down right horrified.

“Do you not have giant spiders where you live?” LEgolas questioned in equal shock.

“NO! Ours are like maybe this big, at least this is the biggest i have ever seen.” Y/N made a circle with her fingers the size of a half dollar.

“Yours are so tiny they do not eat people do they?” Legolas questioned.

Y/N froze, looking at her new friend in horror, “No. no. no. That is not okay, Your spiders eat people!” She screeched, looking mortified. Legolas couldn't help but laugh at her expression, finding her face funny yet down right adorable. 

“And yours do not?” Legolas asked just to get a reaction, and he got what he hoped for.

“NO! Ours eat bugs and other spiders, but not like people. They’ll bite us if we get near them, but most are venomous.” She exclaimed, looking appalled he would even ask, her only response was a chuckle from the blonde who had far too much fun riling her up.

“You know next time I go on a hunt I can bring you with me and you can see one for yourself~.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows, only to get a face of disgust as a response and a loud NO shouted at him.

A rattle of the door cut their fun short.

Y/N quickly shrinking back, Legolas resting a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Do not worry, it is nothing to be afraid of. It is most likely Linann returning.” He spoke calmly, watching the nervous girl relax again, giving him a small smile. “I’m going to open the door okay?” He spoke, Y/N giving him a gentle nod.

“Open the door Legolas.” His father’s voice sounded from the other side.

“That doesn’t sound like Linann…Legolas I’m scared” Y/N whimpered, curling up on the bed.

“Hey-Hey now it will be okay, it is my dad, you know the one that’s ancient.” Legolas jokes, trying to calm Y/N down, seeing her relax once again, but still on edge. “I’m going to let him in okay.”

“I hope he’s as nice as you.” Y/N whispered. LEgolas can only hope his father is in a good mood.

Flipping the latch up, he opened the door, apologetic eyes meeting stern ones. Quickly moving aside as his father shoves in. “Tell me Legolas why is it I find you in all the places I tell you not to go.” 

“Well father, you did not tell me I could not come here.” The cold look shot his way told him his father was not too pleased with his answer. 

Striding to the foot of the bed, Thranduil towered over the child who could only cowar, “Your name is Y/N?” A quick nod, “You seem at a loss for words now, yet only a moment ago you and my son seemed to talk like there would be no sunrise.” He spoke callously, analyzing the child whose ruby eyes struggled to meet his own. “Well do you have nothing to say?” He scoffed. 

“Father, are you trying to intimidate her? she is just a child, can you not speak a little softer.” Legolas defended Y/N, who now could only look at her hands.

“A child? Then tell me how old you are? You surely must be old with that white hair.” Thranduil belittled, he needed to see if the child of man was wretched like the rest. If her heart was poisoned by the toxins they seemed so happy to fill their kins heads with. He will not allow this thing to get close only to hurt his son and break him more than what has already been done. So even if it seems cruel and hateful he must be, he’ll make this child show their true colors. 

Tears.

Tears flowed like untouched streams from cryline ruby eyes, lips trembled, but even still the child forced herself to speak, “I’m 13 years old, sir.” She hiccuped, using her sleeve to rub away the tears, only for the steam to flow again. 

“Adar!” His son shouted, enraged, shoving past him to the girl that desperately tried to hold back her sobs. Crawling onto the bed, wrapping her in a gentle embrace, Y/N crying into his shoulder, while Legolas stares at his father with a wrathful expression. “Mútha (go away).” Legolas hisses through clenched teeth.

“Iôn (son)…” Thranduil breathed, he had pushed it too far. Y/N was only a child, no she was a baby, yet he took the rage he felt towards men out on a mere infant, and in the same breath had only driven a bigger wedge between his son and him. Yet his son only looked away when their eyes met, casting them down to the child in his arms, the child that he made cry. The child that had brought his son so much joy mere moments ago he had reduced to tears in a matter of words. Yet now he had no words, only left with the choice to leave as Legolas comforted Y/N.

Closing the door behind him, Linann quickly sensed her king wanted to be alone and made haste to leave. 

Thranduil stood his back against the door, putting his head into his hands. Unable to block out the whimpers and cries of the ruby eyed child, he stayed there wondering how he was going to fix the mistakes he made.

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[yandere-delulu]

when you spend way to long trying to calculate how old legolas is in the hobbit for your fanfic just so Y/N can call him old.

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[yandere-delulu]

Eyes Like Rubies

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

Summary: Y/N wakes up for a little. Thranduil would prefer for certain things to remain hidden.

Warning: Fear of death 

A/N: this one took a lot longer, ended up scraping the first draft, and rewriting the whole thing

Chapter 2: Elves are……real?

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Red eyes open to an unfamiliar room, eyes catching on the back of a lady with cascading brown hair, who stands feet away from the bed Y/N lies on, delicate hands mixing various liquids into a large wooden bassen. Shifting of the sheets as Y/N sits up alerts the woman to her awakening, quickly setting the various bottles down, lithe hands wiping on her apron as the lady turns to face the girl.

‘Oh lord, is everyone here unfairly pretty?!’ Y/N complains in her head, eyes scanning the woman’s face, not a blemish in sight.

“Hello little one, It seems you have finally awoken.” She spoke, taking elegant strides, a long dress dancing around her feet, stopping at the foot of the bed. Tall, she was tall like the others, yet the kind expression she held was not nearly as intimidating as the two in the forest. 

‘Wait if I was asleep….!!’ Y/N hands quickly shot to the covers, yanking them up. Her uniform. She was still in her school uniform, a sigh of relief leaving her, they hadn’t changed her clothes. But looking at her tights clad feet she was missing her shoes, a questioning gaze thrown the lady’s way seemed to queue her to fill in the answers Y/N was solely lacking. Dropping the covers when the brown haired lady cleared her throat, craning her neck up, ruby red meeting soft green.

Smiling, the brunette asked, “May I take a seat?” a small nod was her answer, choosing to sit near the foot of the bed so as not to intimidate the skittish child she continued, “Do not worry, we did not change your clothes to remove any, and your shoes are at the foot of the bed. You need not to be afraid you are safe within these walls.”  She spoke soft and concisely, eyes casting a gentle gaze, “My name is Linann, may I ask what yours is?”

Y/N quickly shook her head no, she didn’t trust them, not yet. She knew it was common courtesy but what if this was a trick, she doesn’t know anything about this world she can’t be blindly walking around and answering whatever is asked of her.

A small sigh was the rebuttal Y/N received, the lady turning her head to the bassen in her lap, thick green liquid slopping around. Long fingers reaching to pick up a cloth, as Linann did her brunette hair moved and shifted, annoying the woman, who promptly tucked it behind her ears. 

A gasp filled the quiet room.

Linann froze, mind spiraling. She was ordered to keep her ears covered, hidden away from the child, orders that had come from her king directly, and she had just messed up. Blatantly showed her elven ears to a child that she was ordered to keep in the dark, she did  not know why, but it was not her job to ask why, only to follow what the king ordered.

Turning hesitantly to face the child, worried she would face mortification, horror, anger, or even hatred, yet when she met ruby eyes they were clear as water, dusted with the morning frost of curiosity. Red eyes scanning her ears like a new book, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, it was as if she had never seen an elf before. And then it clicked when the child spoke for the first time.

“Are everybody's ears pointed in this world?” Y/N spoke softly, mostly to herself as she marveled at the woman’s ears. The woman turned to look at the little girl, yet she saw no animosity in her face nor tone, only the blooming flower of discovery. The elven woman found it quite adorable. Watching with a small chuckle, ruby iris snapping to look at hers before casting down, small hands playing with her skirt bashfully, soft petals of pink coloring her checks. “I-i- didn’t mean to stare….”

Soft smiles crossing the elf’s lips, she adjusted the bassen in her lap, free hand soaking the cloth into the medicated liquid, “It is alright little one, is this your first time seeing an elf?” A simple question, she expected a yes or no. What she didn’t expect was for the small child to jump up, falling out of the bed, hitting the floor before scrabbeling up, not stopping tell their back was against the nearest wall, red eyes shaky, she looked like she had seen a ghost. “Little one you cannot move like that, we do not know if you are injured!” Linann hurriedly spoke, trying not to yell, quickly setting the bassen on a nearby table.

A whisper. A shaky whisper came out but it was far too quiet for Linann to hear. “Little one, what did you say? Your voice was so quiet I did not quite catch that.” Linann was trying to keep her voice level, she realized how jarring this must be for a child, but she did not expect a reaction like this. Taking a small step forward, only to swiftly take it back when the child pushed herself farther into the wall.

Y/N bottom lip quivered, unable to form the words lodged in her throat. An Elf. An Elf was standing across from her right now, and she is just now realizing how different this world was from her own, god were there even any humans in this world, she cried in her head. Hands clenching lightly, knuckles white, she didn’t know what to do, how does one even go about these situations. 

While Y/N was panicking, internal turmoil spinning like a tornado, Linann could only watch on, trying to figure out how to approach the child the king had left in her care. She had been chosen after much deliberation from the king, she could speak the language of men, she was female and had children roughly the same age as the one in front of her. 

Yet she felt so lost as she watched this child come apart at the seams. Linann could see it all cross the child’s face like a fresh storm, fear, worry, dread, all mixing together into a deluge of unfathomable emotions, especially for one so young. So Linann did what all her mother instincts were telling her to do from the beginning, approach her like your own child, not a patient.

Gently clearing her throat to gain the child’s attention, Linann smoothed down her skirt, before bending to her knees, folding her flowing skirt underneath her as she sat against her heels, going slow every step of the way and keeping both hands in view of the child’s shaky yet unwavering gaze. Holding her hands forwards, palms up to show she had nothing, no knives, no weapons, no tricks. Linann gave the albino child the most motherly smile she could muster, speaking calmly as she watched stress leave their shoulders, hands unfurling, “How about we restart our introductions, what do you think?” A small nod answered her question. “Do you want to join me on the floor so we can see eachother better?” She followed up with a soft, gentle gaze cast at the swimming rubies.

Another nod answers her, slow movements followed as the child made her way to Linann, taking a seat on the floor in front of the elf. Red eyes shyly dragging up to meet her own, shifting to every movement Linann made. She could not make a mistake now, she had the child’s trust again to a much lesser degree, she must be careful of any movements she should make. Moving her hands to her lap, all under the vigilante view of the child in front of her, placing one on top of the other, before quickly separating them, resting each on a knee after a small wisp of fear crossed the child’s face.

“Alright, let us restart our introductions now, my name is Linann, I am an elf of the woodland realm and work as a healer. I am a mother and have two kids, a boy and a girl.” More information than most elves would give upon first introductions, but this child is not an elf, nor is this a normal first meeting. “And what is your name, little one?”

She could see hesitation, ruby eyes flickering around, then to her hands that had grappled to her skirt, or maybe it’s a shirt, knee length seems far too short to be a skirt, maybe it is a human thing, seems a little indecent for a child. But nevertheless, after a deep breath, the child finally made eye contact, eyes filled with determination, “Y-Y/N.” She whispered, a small voice, yet not in an accent she had ever heard from any species of man. “M-my name is Y/N.” She spoke, much louder.

“Y/N? That is a lovely name, little one. Or maybe now that I know your name I should be calling you Y/N.” Linann spoke jovially, only receiving a light hum, but the corners of Y/N lips had turned up just slightly.  “Then Y/N, where do you hail from?”

“Hail?” Y/N questioned, head tilting, face scrunched with confusion. Linann couldn’t help but think if they can’t find Y/N parents she might take the little cutie for herself, though she has a feeling the king would not appreciate that.

“Yes, Hail. It means ‘from where you come from’.” Linann gently explains, realizing quickly that the child might have not known the word. ‘She might be younger than she looks.’ Linann thinks, ‘that or despite her appearance she might not hail from a wealthy family like we assumed.’ 

“You could have just said that, don’t have to use fancy words…” Y/N muttered, puffing out her flushed cheeks, embarrassed that she was about to ask why the weather mattered. Chuckling, Linann watched on with a fond smile. Flipping her head up, Y/N remembering she hadn’t answered the question, “Oh, um your question…. Well I come from (hometown),” confusion washing over Linann, never had she even heard of a town with a name even close to that, but let Y/N continue, “and uh.. I come from not here.”

“Oh little one I know that, you are from a human village.”

“No I mean where I come from there are no elves…” 

“Oh my, you are quite far from home, you must be from the other side of the mountains”

“No, that’s not it…I-”

“Y/N you have had a long journey, most likely a very stressful one. It is best to rest at this point and then we can discuss your village.” Yet Linann’s answer only seemed to enrage the child.

“You’re not listening to me!” Y/N shouts, standing up in a huff. “I’m not from this world! There are no elves or any other species besides humans in my world! We are the only ones, and this world is so different, and I-I-I don’t know what to do!” Y/N broke down into a fit of tears, falling to her knees, hands covering her face as she weeped. Linann quickly pulled the sobbing child into her warm embrace. “I’m so scared, everything is different and-and I-I-I-” Y/N voice cutting off ending in garbled wails, clutching onto the elven woman like a newborn child. 

Taking the weeping child under her chin, pulling Y/N into her lap, shushing while rocking back and forth. “It’s okay little one I know you are scared, you have been so strong and brave.” Brushing fingers through the snowy locks, lips brushing against Y/N crown as Linann softly whispered, “It’s okay to let it all out now, you do not have to be brave anymore, you are safe within that wall of the woodland realm.”

Linann does not know how long she sat there, whispering words of comfort into the ears of the distraught child, but she would sit here however long it took for this child to calm down.

Sobs slowly turned to soft whimpers as Y/N lulled to sleep, body going lax after crying out all her stress and anxiety. Sad green eyes watched as droopy eyelids covered sparkling rubies, feeling Y/N’s small body go lax within her hold. It was only tell Linann was sure the child was deep asleep did she stand, lifting Y/N with her, before laying her under the soft covers of the bed. Tucking Y/N in, brushing disheveled white tresses from her face, Linann smiled down, a sad smile, ‘this poor child’ was all she could think. Picking up the forgotten cloth, ringing excess medicated water, she whipped Y/N’s face clear of tear tracks, giving one last worried glance at the child as she discarded the cloth into the bassen and left. 

Freezing half way out the door, before quietly pulling it closed. 

Icy blue eyes bore down into her own, quickly casting her own down as she bowed, “My king, I did not expect to see you here.” 

Ignoring the brunette, Thranduil stepped forward, approaching the door she had just exited, only to be blocked by the same woman. “Wait, my king!” She hurriedly whispered, trying to remain respectful. If her king were to go in now and shake Y/N from her sleep any progress she had made would go up in flames, it could take days, weeks or even months to regain the child’s trust.

“And why do you block my way?” It wasn’t a question. Even as she remained bowing, she could feel holes drill into her head.

“My king, will all due respect, the child has just been put asleep, she wa-”

“They have been asleep for 3 days, yet you say you have put them back to sleep afterI have patiently waited for their awakening, did i not implicitly order you to inform me the moment the child wakes.” She could only nod.  “Speak wisely, as a cold cell may be your new home.” Even without a sword, she could still feel the cold blade press against her neck, coiling like a vicious snake, waiting for one wrong move to strike.

“You are right my king, that was my first most intention, but when Y/N awo-”

“Y/N” Tranduil spoke slowly, rolling the name on his tongue.

“Yes my king, her name is Y/N.”

“Continue.”

“When Y/N awoke she was fine at first, but after she realized that I was an elf, that we were elves, she became fearful.” A Real sword now rests at her throat, its cool blade contrasting with the hot rush of blood that fills her as panic begins to swell.

“And how did she learn that?” His voice was as cold as the steel against her throat.

Trembling, she forced her voice out, “It was a mistake, an honest one. I was preparing something to clean her wounds as we had yet to disrobe her upon your orders as there was no sign of bleeding or trauma to her body. My hair kept falling in my face, w-without thinking I brushed it behind my ear and she saw them.” Any closer and he would break skin, he could cut off her head with a whip of his hand and no one here would bat an eye. She needed to plead her case, if only to keep her head where it belongs. “My king, I-i wanted to add she wasn’t afraid of the ears at first, she was actually quite enthralled by them, it was only when she learned that we were elves was she afraid.”

“And why would that be?” A spoke through gritted teeth.

“I do not know my king, but after finding out she jumped from the bed and tried to get as far away from me as she could, but I want to make it clear, it was not out of animosity or hatred, it’s like she had never seen an elf before, she might not even know what an elf is.” Linann quickly clarified, she wanted this child to bear no ill-will for the choices her kin has made, she wanted to make it clear that the child was afraid of an unfamiliar situation and not because of any preconceived notions of elves. 

Cold metal backed from her throat, swiftly falling into the sheath that hangs on her king’s hip. Linann took this as a signal that she can stand from her bow.

“There is more” He stated, eyes boring into her own.

“Yes, after that I took a different approach, I stopped treating her like a patient, and treated her like my own child,” a dark cloud circled within her king’s gaze, one she could not make out, but she one chose to ignore, it was probably the torches on the walls flickering. “I sat on the floor and offered to restart our introductions, and she agreed and sat on the floor in front of me. I told her my name and she told me hers, that’s when I learned her name was Y/N. I asked where she hailed from, she did not understand what that meant, which leads me to think she is quite young. That question started all the trouble, I did not understand her answers, I still do not.”

“What did she say?” Thranduil questioned, eyes trained on the door, yet staring through.

“She said she was not from here, and said a town I had never heard of.”

“What was the name?”

“(hometown).”  A hum was the only thing she received, so she continued on, “At first I thought maybe she had somehow come across the mountains, but for a child that is simply not possible, and she was so clean when you brought her to me. I asked her that, about if she came from across the mountains, Y/N became distraught after this, crying that I was not listening. But my king I was, I just, i have never heard of such a town, and children often spin many tales. Yet when she confessed that the place, the world she had come from, had no other species besides man, her voice was as if she was speaking the truth.”

“And after she said that.”

“She became inconsolable, she was so scared, afraid of this world because it is so different from her own, her words became jumbled cries, so I did what any mother would and consoled her as best as I could. Y/N cried for quite a while before drifting back to sleep. I only laid her down a moment ago. ” Linann finished. 

Pausing, the brunette added “My king, if I may speak my opinion,” when no response came, she spoke on, “as a mother and a healer, I can see it in Y/N eyes that something haunts that child. Something has happened to her, I do not know what, but whatever it was has sunk its claws into that child and will not let go.”

Stepping forward, Thranduil cast a harsh gaze at the elven woman who had so blatantly disregarded his orders, before opening the door to the room he had prepared for their unexpected guest. Y/N, the name he still rolled in his mind, yet even as he repeated it like a mantra it had yet to spark recognition. No child of men he had encountered had ever had such a name, nor in his centuries of living ever heard whispers of a village called (hometown). All he can do is stare down at the sleeping child that had lit the once desolate forest with beauty and life. Puffy eyelids and rosey cheeks  were all that met his gaze, yet he hoped maybe he would get to speak to the vibrant soul that lives behind sparkling rubies. But it looks like his patients will be tested for this.

Turning away, he left the room, stopping in front of the healer that had failed him, “Since you have built such a bond with Y/N,” why does this make him angry, “You will be her primary care, and when she wakes up this time you WILL report it to me immediately. This is your last chance.” Thranduil spat coldly, eyes tearing into the woman who only nodded before rushing back into the room, sofly closing the door.

“And you two,” He gestured to the guards he had brought, ones that had smartly stayed quiet through the whole ordeal,” will stand guard, no one is to enter or exit this room other than me or the healer, do you understand.” and they were smart to remain silent, quickly taking their place beside the door, flanking both sides. 

Assessing their form one last time, Thranduil turned on his heel marching straight for his private study. He would find out if (hometown) existed or not, and he would find out today. If there was no (hometown) then there was no home for Y/N to return to, there was no family looking for them, and there was nowhere for them to go. And with nowhere for them to go then why not stay within the safe wall of the woodland realm, it’s not like anywhere else will take her in for free.

And if a day comes that she wants to leave and thinks she can live among the humans he might just have to show her how cruel humans can be.

Legolas could only watch in confusion as chanslours and guards ran in and out of his father’s study, each carrying stacks of books or bundles of scrolls. The rumble of his father’s exasperated voice could be heard echoing down the hallway leading to his study. 

“What’s happening?” He asked a guard as they rushed by.

“Forgive me my prince, but I must take these maps back to the library and bring the next batch.” The guard bowed, before disappearing down the hallway, others flying by him.

‘Maps, why does my father need all these maps?’ Legolas wondered as he approached the door, dodging to the side as it slammed open, a chanclour with their arms full past their head speeding out.

“Bring me the next batch!” His father bellowed, eyes catching his sons as Legolas made his way into the room. The once spotless study is now covered in sprawled out maps and open books. Some maps date back long before his father’s time, why would he have all these out was all Legolas could wonder as he milled about.

“Are you going to tell me why you have barged into my study, or continue to wonder about?” His father asked, never turning up from the map he stayed hunched over, eyes tracing over trying to find something on the map.

Making his way to his father’s desk, Legolas glanced down at the map his father seemed so enamored with, only to jump back slightly when his father harshly solved it to the side, only whispering “It’s not there.” before grabbing another from the stack and throwing it over the desk, resuming his position. “Legolas, whatever silent game you intend to play today I have no time for it. Either speak or leave.” Thranduil chidded, fingers tracing over the map with haste.

“What is all this?” Legolas finally asked, gesturing to the wide array of maps scattered around the study.

“Maps.” His father answered.

God he hated his father sometimes, giving him an answer that he knew will only anger his son. Taking in a deep breath, trying to reign in the frustration, “I am well aware of what a map is father, I am asking why you seem to be looking over every map in the realm.”

“Because Legolas I am trying to find something.” Without even seeing his father’s face he could tell that he was smirking, getting a kick out of annoying his only son.

Legolas could feel the frustration building, “Father I can see that you are trying to find something, as that is what maps are used for. But what are you looking for?”He tried to keep his voice level, ‘Please just give me an answer this time’, Legolas pleaded in his head.

“A village.”

“I see.” Legolas seethed. “And what is so important about this village, that you must check every map, ones that were made over a millennium ago.”

Thranduil finally raises from his map, icy blue eyes meeting. “That child,” He spoke. 

“The one from the woods?” Legolas questioned, he knew they had taken the child, but his father had hidden them away within the winding halls, even he, his own son did not know where the child had gone.

“Yes, Y/N woke up today after being asleep for three days, and when the healer asked about her home she said a town I’ve never heard even the faintest whispers of.” He spoke, eyes gazing into the maps that surround him, looking for answers to where this child had come from, but yet none have appeared. Thranduil hates steeping in the unknown, if no town exists that matches the child description then he has to face the reality that this child is not from this world. And even though that explanation would answer much of her odd behavior; a town that doesn’t exist, strange clothes and unaware of other beings besides men, to take on the reality of it is not something he is ready to comprehend. But something he has to prepare for.

“Y/N” Legolas questioned, a name unlike anything he had ever heard. It seemed to roll off his tongue so easily, he could only wonder what it meant, though he often heard humans named their children based on how it sounded and cared not for meaning, he could only wonder Y/N was the same. “When will I get to meet her?” He questioned, feeling an odd excitement fill him, Y/N may be young but if she is from somewhere far away she could tell him about the world, or what she’s seen of it. She could tell him all about the world that’s beyond the forest.

His father did not respond, only staring at the maps, yet his mind was far away. 

The two stood in the room in quiet compilation, yet they couldn’t be having any wildly different outlooks on the child that lays sound asleep.

One feared for the reality that may change.

The other was beyond excited to learn of a world he had only heard about.

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[yandere-delulu]

part 2 for eyes like rubies is almost done, ended up scarping the first draft of the story and rewrote it, so it's taking a little longer this time. sorry for the delay.

#personal post #update

[yandere-delulu]

Eyes Like Rubies

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1: A Strange World, A Strange Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was gone.

All of it.

The magic vanished like it had never been there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s strange?” Legolas spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nodding, they all spread to follow orders. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then let’s hear it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes my King” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Warmth.

Everywhere.

It felt so nice.

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

Wait….

Grass?

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

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

She was gonna die.

Again.

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A hand.

A warm hand.

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

Everything started to catch up to Y/N.

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

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

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

#yandere x y/n #platonic yandere #tw yandere #yandere #yande.re #lotr x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #hobbits #king thranduil #thranduil #reader is female #fem reader #x reader #yandere x reader #lotr fandom #lotr imagine #lotr films

[yandere-delulu]

Eyes Like Rubies

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

Summary: Reader gets isekai’d into middle-earth by truck-kun. 

Warning (for this chapter): Main-character death, truck-kun, Y/N has body dysmorphia (pertaining to her eyes and hair)

A/N: I will try to keep skin color and hair type as vague as possible. This chapter is mostly to set up how Y/N end up you know dying.

Prologue

Next

Walking down the busy city street two girls in matching school uniforms walked side by side, both tired from a long day at school.

“Man, I think I totally failed that test!” F/N cried, throwing her arms up in defeat, “he said if we studied we would be fine but I feel like he was putting questions in there that he didn’t even teach us!” F/N angrily stomped her foot down, drawing the attention of passersby.    

Giggling next to her friend, Y/N walked beside her best friend, backpack laying heavy on her back, “I would normally tease you about not studying, but we studied together the last few nights and even then the test felt a little unfair.”

Y/N response only made her friend hang her head in defeat, muttering “Oh god if you had trouble then I know I failed.”

Gripping F/N hand, Y/N gave her a gentle smile, “Come on, if we fail we can always beg to do a make up test. Now wipe that frown off, if we make it in time they’ll still have fresh doughnuts at the convenience store, we could grab a few before we start studying for our history test on friday.” 

Lacing their fingers together F/N smiled back, “You’re right, I mean we’re only in 8th grade, we’re bound to fail a few tests.” F/N Laughed as they swung their interlaced hand while walking. “It’s only 4:15pm, they should still have some fresh ones left, and then we can go to my house to study, oh and my mom’s making stew toni-”

 “Isn’t that a little gross guys” A voice sneered, followed by an entourage of heckles. “I mean it would be one thing for it to be cute girls, but look at that one, the freak with the white hair.” 

Both girls froze for only a moment, before walking again, only this time the careless pace was replaced with a brisk gate. F/N could only watch in worry, as her friend, her best friend slowly curled up inside of herself. The joyeus smile is now only a blank mask, one steeled from the years of snide comments and horrendous remarks on her appearance. An appearance she didn’t choose. One that she often spent crying about on the shoulder of F/N when one jab broke through her castle walls.

Y/N hand had slipped from F/N grasp in favor of wrapping around herself, a self soothing tactic she had become accustomed to. Something, anything to keep her calm, to not show emotion, to not show hurt or cry. Most of the time people would leave her alone when she didn’t respond, bored that she didn’t react in tears or lashes of anger.

Most of the time.

Why couldn’t this be most of the time.

“Hey girly! I’m still talking to you!” The obnoxious boys called out, F/N took a glance at their outfit.

‘No school uniform? They look only a few years older then us, high schoolers maybe. Could they be yankees?!’ F/N worriedly thought, taking quick glances at them through the glass of the shop windows they passed. They needed to get away from them and get home. NOW.

F/N noticed though that despite everything, they hadn’t commented on Y/N eyes, which means they haven’t seen them, which means they have a good chance of getting out of this situation without any trouble.

Y/N on the other hand was having a mental breakdown, ‘again I've brought F/N into my mess, today was going so great, why did they have to see me. I mean I’m pretty noticeable, looking like this, looking like a freak. Oh god so many people are looking at us, no they’re looking at me, please stop looking!’ Breath picking up, Y/N tried to keep a panic attack at bay, she could feel them, feel them all. Their stare bore into her, their looks of disgust. She was begging them to stop looking, to act like she wasn’t there, to do anything else except look at her.

She could feel it, her eyes beginning to sting. If she cried it would only make her eyes look more red, more disgusting, more demonic. Taking in a shaky breath, it felt hard to breathe. 

Noticing her friend’s condition, F/N knew that Y/N wasn’t going to make it to her home, they needed to find somewhere quiet and safe, and do it quickly. Quickly searching her surroundings F/N eyes landed on a cafe a block down and across the street. One they had been to many times before, a familiar environment that would be better for her friend’s fragile state. 

Y/N felt a gentle hand grab her upper arm, looking up with watery eyes and meeting F/N reassuring smile. “Come on, there’s a café a block away on the other side of the street, you know the one we always go to, the one with the fancy French name that I can’t pronounce.” F/N spoke softly, throwing a quick glance of Y/N shoulder. ‘Those guys seem to be a few streets back now, it looks like we lost them. I can’t tell if they are still looking for us, but the way they are moving their heads leads me to believe this isn’t over.’ Though F/N chose to keep this to herself. Her priority was getting Y/N to that café and calming her down.

Nodding, Y/N let herself be pulled along, trusting F/N to guide her to a safe place. The two quickly make their way to the intersection in silence, only broken by the occasional sniffle from Y/N. Merging in with the crowd waiting to cross, the two moved towards the front, F/N forcefully making a path while pulling Y/N behind her, both waiting in silence as they waited for the signal to cross.

“Has the signal always taken this long?” F/N gave a shaky laugh, every second that they waited for the stupid light to change was a second that those guys could be getting closer. F/N couldn’t help but huff angrily at the thought, her foot starting to tap impatiently. 

Y/N giving a worried look to her friend, hands moving to play with the straps of her backpack, trying to stay distracted, trying to not think about the possibility that they are still being followed. Turning her eyes to gaze at the street, watching the traffic fly past Y/N tried to stay calm and level her breathing. ‘Just keep breathing. In, then out, in, then out’ she repeated in her head like a mantra.

“Found you~!” chuckled a slimy voice, it was right beside Y/N, but she couldn’t bear to look. Heart beats thumping in her ears, eyes widening in horror, a tremble begins to fill her body. “Oh come on~ after all the trouble i did trying to find you, you’re not even gonna look at me? What a freak and a coward?!” The bastard egged on, laughing at the expense of the two girls.

“Why don’t you just leave us alone!” F/N snapped, whipping around to look at guys that had so incessantly followed them, “What are you even doing following two little girls, isn’t that a little creepy?!” She screamed, drawing the attention of many around them, watching as the guys started to get cold feet. The stares of the general public looking at them.

One of them raised their hands up looking uncomfortable, “Hey we were only just messing around.” The other nodded as more bystanders began to look at the scene unfolding. But it doesn’t look like the ringleader is quite done yet, his snear only deepening as whispers filled the air, and fingers began pointing at him.

“Did You hear what that girl said? They were following them around.”

“Maybe someone should call the police?”

“Are those guys some kind of sickos? Stalking two girls like that.”

“Disgusting.”

“Those guys are freaks! They’re in a whole group, what if this isn’t the first time?”

The words of those surrounding began to spin and spin, whispers filling the air, phones pulled out recording every second of the interaction. Faces screwed in disgust as they looked at the young men, every comment and look only fueling the rage of the ring leader.

“Hey boss, maybe we should go, the police are bound to be here soon.” One of them whispered, but he wouldn’t listen, no he marched up to that little freak. Yes it was that little freak fault he was getting looked at this way, it was all their fault.

“Stay away from us!” F/N shouted, stepping up to the enraged man, ready to shield her dearest friend. Only to get harshly shoved to the side, a cry leaving her lips as she hit the cement sidewalk. Whipping her head around, Y/N came face to face with the frantic man, eyes wide in fear, tremble only worsening.

Laughing hysterical, he pointed a finger in Y/N’s face, “I see now! It’s not just the hair, you’ve got some fucked up eyes aswell! You’re a real freak through and through!” He cackled. He had done it, now everyone will know that he was in the right. He exposed this monster. 

Except his plan didn’t go like how he expected.

Tear welling, she quickly looked around. People, so many people were looking at her, they were looking at her eyes.

*Snap*

A camera shutter went off, and then another. Tears spilling, Y/N started to back up. “please stop…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “…don’t look at me…”

But the shutters didn’t stop, no they became aided by the whispers, ones once directed the man who so brutishly followed them became twisted towards her.

“Please stop! Y/N wait!” Her friend cried, starting to stand up.

“PLEASE DON”T LOOK AT ME-AH!” Her feet had reached the end of the sidewalk, one missed step and she was falling, careening into oncoming traffic.

All she could hear was the air whip by her ears, the blaring of a horn that shook her skull, and as she turned to see where the noise had come from, all she could see was blinding light.

“Y/N”

And then nothing.

Strange energy swells within the forest borders of Mirkwood, ebbing and flowing like ocean waves, yet its origin remains unknown to its inhabitants. 

Fearing that something or someone has chosen to align itself with the spiders and lay siege to the eternal kingdom, King Thranduil raises the number of guards on all entrances and exits, and increases patrols of the kingdom’s borders. 

He fears that they may be gathering numbers, as several reports from the guard have stated decreased sightings of spiders and nests since the energy had first appeared. Worried that the 8-legged creatures have moved to the edges in order to quickly procreate and amass numbers out of direct harm’s way, but without absolute certainty he can not send a squadron out, not when there are so many unknown variables. He refuses to play with the life of his kin like that.

Until more knowledge is obtained he will strengthen his borders and collect information.

He will NOT let his kingdom fall.

#yandere #tw yandere #lotr #lotr x reader #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #hobbits #lotr imagine #lotr movies #lotr fandom #thranduil #legolas #king thranduil #platonic yandere #x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #fem reader #reader is female #reader insert #middle earth #mirkwood

[yandere-delulu]

Hello

My name is Yuda.

I’ve been a fan of yandere content for along time, and finally decided to start a blog to post all the stories floating in my head.

Obviously content warning as some of my ideas will get pretty dark…I mean this is a yandere blog after all. I’ll tag stories individual with their appropriate warnings as they are posted.

I write for romantic and platonic yandere’s.

Some writings may be multi-chaptered and some might be only a single post, please don’t harass me to make a multi-post story out of one I said was going to only be a one off, thank you.

This is a yandere blog, I will NOT tolerate minors on this page.

I do NOT roleplay as it is something I do not feel comfortable doing.

Now with that out of the way. The fandoms I write for are:

♥ Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit ♥ Star Wars (mostly just Anakin cause I simp) ♥ Marvel (only movies, haven’t read most comics) ♥ DC (just batfam at the moment) ♥ Genshin Impact ♥ Fire Emblem: Three Houses / Three Hopes ♥ Twisted Wonderland ♥ My Hero Academia ♥ Demon Slayer ♥ Hunter x Hunter

This list may change, or I may write things not on this list, but I will try to keep it as accurate as possible to my current writings.

Thank you for reading my ramble of an intro, hope you enjoy my blog!

#yandere #yande.re #tw yandere #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr fandom #lotr films #star wars #darth vader #anakin skywalker #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #marvel mcu #dc #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #batfam #dick grayson #genshin impact #genshin kaeya #genshin venti #zhongli #venti #fire emblem three houses #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland