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T h r a n d u i l 

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Remotiflora by floridapfe on Flickr.

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              "We are losing more of the Greenwood to the darkness with each passing day. I would not wish to bore you with such serious matters, but in short, 'things' are not well, hence the rather sudden trip to Imladris."

         "I would very much appreciate if you joined your Adar and I to discuss the relationships between our two realms this evening in his study ----- after you return the three barrels of stolen wine to the cellar from whence they came."

"Oh.. Oh yeah. I am great. How are things?."

#elrohirsonofelrond #tut tut tut #stealing wine probs isnt the best pastime #But ay that's good. I'm much the same. #{ thran you talk too much gdi }

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     "It is not as if I my entrance was a quiet one; with two score of guards, one can never truly have stealth on their side."

        [ He raises his eyebrows at the ellon, but does not question his behaviours. ]

     "-- I trust you are well?"

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"My Lord! Ummm… Heh. I did not know you ere here yet…"

#elrohirsonofelrond #heyo #I don't know what Elrohir was doing but it looks kinda shady from the gif #*shrugs* #How are you?

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                 "--- Do not waste my time with tales of stolen wine; we have far more pressing matters to discuss."

#open #because I should probably try to rp on my rp blog #well #one of them #idfk #it's 1 am

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legolas + judgy eyes

#ion nin

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I ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs.         I ᴅ��ɴ·ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.                    A ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ                               ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀsʜᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ                                                                  ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʙᴛ ɪs ᴘᴀɪᴅ.

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Thranduil and little Legolas have my heart

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Day Battle by kimberly80

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LOTR + blue / cyan

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"My Naneth used to tell me tales of wandering spirits when I was an Elfling; the souls of those who are not yet ready to go West."

 "--- But that is all they are. Tales. Myths. Legends."

            He turns away, his voice still soft, and shuts his eyes, convinced that she will be gone once he reopens them. This is nothing but a waking dream -- a hallucination. Ellesmere is dead.           Ellesmere is d e a d,                       dead, dead, dead, DEAD, D E A D. GONE. NOT COMING BACK.              Through gritted teeth, he looks upon her with a changed attitude; his soft, calm demeanour of moments earlier replaced with one of rage, and disgust.

      "You are not the love of my life. You are a deception, a trick, a lie."

gωαηηαѕ ℓû αη∂ {Ellesmere & Thranduil}

  Ellesmere was seeing her husband every day. Hidden in his shadow, her spirit was watching over him. And she saw his pain and she felt so helpless when she could’t stop it, or at least make it weaker. For some reason she was just scared to show herself to him like that. She was cold, pale, as a marble statue, her heart was no longer beating, she wasn’t even breathing.

The Queen rose from the bed, and she took a few steps towards her husband. Slowly, hesitantly, she didn’t want to scare him. She pulled her hand towards him, but did not touch him. Oh, how much she wanted to feel his skin under her fingers…

    ”Mela en’ coiamin…”

She whispered, her voice distant.

#crownedwiththorns

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Thranduil's life had not been the same since the passing of his beloved Ellesmere. The days had grown longer, his nights, restless, and he lost the passion he had once held for ruling his kingdom. Every little task seemed arduous, and left him spent of energy; even seeing Legolas had become an activity he resented, as his child reminded the Elvenking of his Queen -- and that meant remembering her death, something which, at every thought of. caused his entire being to ache. It was nearing evening, and Thranduil thought it fitting to retire to his chamber; he had grown weary of his duties of late, and so his Steward had grown accustomed to managing them in the King's stead. With his shoulders set squarely, and his head held high, he pushed open the door to his bedchamber, certainly not expecting the sight before him; 

                     There, on the edge of the bed, sat his beloved wife, looking just as radiant as she had the day they were wed.

              "-------- Ellesmere?"

gωαηηαѕ ℓû αη∂ {Ellesmere & Thranduil}

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She loved that place. How much time was she spending there, she couldn’t even recall. Her ice-cold fingers were running through furniture, as she was looking around. Oh, how she missed waking up besides him, the one she loved the most, hearing the laughter of their beloved son.

She sat on the bed she used to share with the King. On this bed, also, she lost everything she had. Screaming in incredible agony, as poison was running through her veins. Her lips trembled. She was a spirit, she felt no pain anymore, but just a mere memory of it…

The sound of door opening interrupted her thoughts. It was too late, he saw her already. Years of hiding her presence - and one minute of inattention was enough to waste it all.

#oops sorry I had to pretend to be asleep and had to find some more icons #crownedwiththorns #I feel like this is really bad #I'm sorry #I'm a bit rusty

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A warm, happy holidays to those who practice Christmas, and here’s to a kinder, brighter 2015 to everyone! Sorry I’ve been off the grid; storms do that to you.

Been drawing too! Finishing up my new years cards, and stuffing in art with it. This Thranduil is going to a friend from up north~ Anyone wants some Bagginshieldy or ExR postcards? :) will probably add a sketch or so as well.

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The Hobbit meme:→ {3/11} objects

↳ Thranduil’s crowns

"On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers."

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                                     ABOUT THE MUN

name: Chance age: 15 date of birth: May 4 gender: fluid eye colour: blue hair colour: somewhere in between blonde and brown height: 5'11" scars: I have a scar on my thigh from where a game of limbo with an old, rusty mop went wrong burns: none

Favorite…

colour: orange hair colour: don't have a preference eye colour: green song: I don't like having favourite songs because they change like every week. This week, though, it's Budapest by George Ezra. movie: The Big Year t.v show:  PUSHING DAISIES food: anything my nan makes  drink: orange juice video game: Star Trek Online  place: Sydney ice cream flavour: mango

Have you…

had sex: no had sex in public: no gotten pregnant: no kissed a boy: I was like nine kissed a girl: yep gotten tattoos: no gotten piercings: my ears smoked or drank: nope had a broken heart: nope been in love: no needed surgery: yeah, I had my tonsils out

Are you…

a virgin: yes a cuddler: depends who the other person is a kisser: n/a scared easily: no jealous easily: sometimes trustworthy: I like to think I am dominate: idk submissive: idk, probably not in love: no single: yup considered mean: noo??

Random questions.

have you harmed yourself: eh... thought of suicide: yeah attempted suicide: once  killed someone: no  wanted to kill someone: no who did you kiss last: N/A last text: 'it's in ALBION PARK. NOT SYDNEY JESUS SIMON I WOULDNT EXPECT YOU TO DRIVE THAT FAR' drove a car: no have/had a job: no and yes favourite soda/pop: Pepsi do drugs: no

fill out with mun information ;

#munday #q

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           [ Esgaroth may have been the closest city of men to Mirkwood, but the distance between Laketown and the Elvenking's Halls was still great. Sigrun was far from home, and must not have known the way back if she had been sheltering herself in an old cabin in the forest rather than attempting the journey back.                It did not take the healer long to arrive, and Teviniel audibly clucked her tongue at Thranduil at the sight of the human woman. ]                            "My King--- I must take her to the infirmary. I cannot treat her wounds in the throneroom."                                    "Very well..."          [ Teviniel offered Sigrun a small smile and gestured in the direction of the infirmary, making a hand motion signalling for the woman to start walking. She would follow along beside her. ]

{ ṡhαḋøώøƒτhεløṉģlαќε }

          “Thank you.” She avoided looking at her wound. Seeing it would only make her register the pain. 

          Her gaze watched the guards until they disappeared, slowly turning it back towards King Thranduil. She gave him a slightly head bow. “Sigrun, my Lord. Of Esgaroth.” She knew many more questions would come, but slightly hope of the opposite remanded. Nonetheless, if asked by the Elvenking, she was sure lying was useless. The seamstress stood there, waiting for a healer to arrival. 

#shadowofthelonglake #don't mind me #just switching characters so this will flow/make sense #italics is the healer #in case you didn't notice #:3

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and I often found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.

#ion nîn