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Prompt 1 of 30! Hope you like it Inca, and that i did Thrandy justice. :D

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

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Useful, that was the goal. After surfacing rather ungraciously from the center of a duck pond in the royal gardens of Lothlorien you sat wide eyed at the edge of the lake after rounding up the floating belongings of yours the group of blondes descended on you. The main goal being the inspection for any wounds on you ending with the stoic Lord and Lady of the lands coming to question you themselves.

For all you had assumed the tune police was not what you had expected upon falling here. True they had given you little to do as you were not understood by a vast majority in this kingdom, at least except for a brunette pair of brothers acting as messengers from the Elf King. For the past two weeks you found yourself humming to a score trapped in your head, even in this Elven wonderland you had floundered into two days prior, and this supposed serene Lady found offence with your tune instead of the constant repetition of the seemingly ninja choir you couldn’t discover filling the forest with this endless song.

Fully packed after the brunette pair had taken pity on you a timid hold was taken on the quiver strap across the back of the one you had been hoisted up behind after your first flash of a full rib hug in the first jolt of the tan horse you were on. An apology later and you tried to remain as untroublesome and annoying as possible keeping hold of the thin strap so you wouldn’t be shoved off the back of the horse. A glance back after nearly an hour had the younger of the pair, Iro, flashing you a concerned grin stating, “My Lady, unlike Lady Galadriel our King is far more welcoming to new music, and would no doubt enjoy your melody.”

His brother Illo, nodded, “It is quite riveting. Did you compose it?”

You shook your head, “No. It’s from a classic though. Just can’t get it out of my head.”

Iro, “If the mood suites you hum away, My Lady. It is a two day ride.”

Unable to help it you grinned and started to look around at all you were passing beginning a slew of questions of all you were passing while your fingers on your free hand fidgeted with the hem of your tank top laying over the belt on your jeans threatening to stab a dent into your stomach at the nearing of lunch. On the edge of a stream you stopped and you managed to assemble a campfire while the pair prepped the meal, both grinning at your smirk in being successful. By dinner you were off to the side peering up at the stars with your head tilted until the clearing of a throat brought you back down to earth noticing the soft glow of your skin shining far brighter under the open stars after having crossed the bridge between Lothorien and the Greater Greenwood.

A small tent was set up and the pair convinced you to get some sleep, even as an Elleth you could one day go a week without sleep but now freshly ‘reawakened’ you needed your rest according to the pair well rested from their week long stay in Lothlorien. Curled up in the tent the usual dreams of distant castles and lush gardens had you drifting off to explore them once again and the sound of distant birds bathing and eating near the river woke you to find breakfast waiting for you. Again once you had adjusted the waistband of your jeans you were helped up onto the back of the same horse and held on for the first trotting start to the rest of the trip.

Massive trees engulfed the path and the skittering above had your eyes turning upwards lighting up the silver speckles in your purple eyes revealed in the slide of the raven curled section of hair laying across your face back behind you ears. Lowering your gaze at the halting of the horses you shifted on your seat to look around only to notice the passing of a white stag across the path. Halfway it froze and with an awed grin you flashed the stag a rapid wave, curiously it blinked at you then continued on in your weak giggle at seeing the rare creature who lagged behind to catch a better glimpse of you when you continued on ahead.

Its curiosity got the better of it and the guards within the main circle around the Palace glanced at it curiously before its turning back again. At the bridge you turned to flash Illo a grin and accepted his help down then turned to help collect your bags only to be kindly ushered away as Iro and him took hold of the bags. Through the open gates you caught the confused stares of the other guards and servants along the way until they brought you to the Throne room, outside of which your bags were left at the feet of another guard. A confused stare later and a gentle hand on your upper back for just a moment to help guide you inside with them after the pair gave a matching set of glares to the guard who tried to keep you out.

Peering around the room you puzzled at the woven roots above with lanterns hung throughout missing the soft whisper of the Crown Prince who was currently lost to his father’s instructions to assist in prepping for the upcoming visit from Lord Elrond. “Naneth.”

The open mouthed King back stepping from the painful utterance felt his head turn to where his wide eyed son was staring, his body turned as his eyes landed on you and sharply he inhaled and clamped his mouth shut. The Elf Lord on his left however barked out in Silvan, “You were meant to return with an agreement for the next shipment of produce, not with some-,”

In a bark of his own Thranduil cut him off, “Silence!” The Lord locked his eyes on the King’s burning into his in his low utterance of, “Not another word!”

Inhaling sharply the Lord turned on his heels and gave a rapid bow of his head making straight for the walkway you were on, somehow the shouts didn’t phase your curiosity and you continued peering upwards until the Lord strode widely along the path making the brothers split surrounding you. Iro led the way and your glance at the Lord now open mouthed in catching your appearance when your curls fell into your face again as you strode past him with Illo behind you extending his arms ensuring at the nearness to the edge you didn’t stumble. Past the Lord you were guided back to the center while the King and Prince anxiously puffed up looking the brothers over, who you glanced at in their joint head bows to the Nobles making you look at the pair wondering if you had to do the same.

Iro in Doriathian stated alerting the King to the language you spoke, “My King, we did secure the agreement for a larger shipment.” He said offering the pack of parchment from his satchel on his hip to the Prince who stepped closer then back again folding his hands around the pack against his middle.

Illo then added while the King looked you over, “Upon our final day the Lady Pear here emerged suddenly from the duck pond and after two days Lady Galadriel found fault with her place in Lothlorien after a great lack of those able to communicate with Lady Pear. On behalf of you we offered a chance to speak with you about possibly dwelling here.”

Thranduil hastily replied to you specifically, “What fault was found?”

Nervously you let out a chuckle and replied, “Apparently my humming wasn’t welcome.”

Thranduil whispered in Silvan, “Humming…” Wetting his lips his chin tilted slightly and he said to you, “Of course you are more than welcome here. We will see to your every need and comfort while you settle here. Your humming will be a welcome addition to our kingdom.”

Sheepishly you replied, “Thank you, that is very kind of you.”

He shook his head, “It is not out of kindness, and surely no less than you deserve.”

Chuckling weakly you replied, “I highly doubt that, but I will try to be worthy of it all the same, and try to learn the main language, maybe I might be useful, somehow.” His lips parted then shut as you stated, “I feel like I’m dong something wrong. Am I supposed to bow too? I mean, you’re a King. Maybe that’s why-,”

Stepping closer his hand extended and your eyes shifted from it to his seeing his soft grin, “You are worthy of far more than you give yourself credit for. A vast majority of our people speak this tongue. For now allow us to show you to your new apartment. Occupations can be discussed later.”

Comfortably you were settled into the apartment that was lavishly set up, each day growing closer to the Nobles who did all they could to sneak more into your daily life learning more about the clueless reborn woman they both loved. The two brothers upon learning in a meeting alone with the King just who they had found they were ready to stand back on their try to befriend you only to learn their mother was a distant cousin of yours, one of your last relations. A friendship was granted and the pair agreed to assist you in adjusting while your memories were slowly returning, as other returned Elves had experienced.

Languages were the first to come back to you giving you a great boost in your confidence as the lessons seemed to be working impressively well. A talent much hoped to have been retained was your painting, clearly there was work to be had in the repairs to the Western Wing simply having been ordered to give you ample space to touch up or redo the murals and add a supply of paintings you had been prepping to show to the King at his request to see what you found yourself painting.

A comment from you of the perfect view of the garden from an upper balcony for painting a scenic portrait for your collection gained you permission to use it whenever you wished. Rinsing off your brush a shiny flash from the sea of green below had you curiously off in search of it. Halls and turns later found you in the archway to the private training ground the King was currently dazzling you with a lone run through of drills with his dual swords shirtless in his silk sleeping pants.

Unknown to you it wasn’t the first time he had practiced since your return. Sleep had come difficultly and often to keep from rushing to you and spilling all you couldn’t recall just to nudge the progress along. Centuries he had ached to find any word of a possible reawakening for another chance, it was difficult in the sea of endless wars to court or be anything close to doting so he did all he could to lavish as much attention and affections to help draw you in closer. His belief that perhaps if you felt the bond already it wouldn’t be such a shock to learn you were once married to him and were the mother to his full grown Prince who got along with you famously and loved every moment of it after losing you as a child. He would settle for friends first, the both would and you seemed more at home by the day with noticeable mentions of events only your former self could possibly recall always left unmentioned by those you spoke with.

Another rotation of his blade behind his back and the shirtless sun cast King all but glistening in the early light stilled feeling his hair falling across his sweat beaded broad chest puffing up in his deep calming inhale. At his sides his blades lowered and off the archway you had absently leaned against you straightened up flashing him a grin with an anxious giggle, “Sorry. Saw something shiny.”

Lowly he repeated, “Shiny…”

With a nod your eyes scanned over him again in another deep inhale and exhale to remain calm seeing that same relaxed pose meaning an approach was coming, the blush a common reaction to his turn even after centuries and a son together. He still was irresistible to you and was still able to make you freeze and draw that adorable same excuse, even when not applicable at all. Yet the tone that always brought you closer did the opposite just like when you had first met, catching him gathering flowers for his mother as a teen. Off you darted and a sentimental grin eased onto his face in your glimpse back at him in your flight back to your easel.

Lord Elrond was on his way to the Kingdom meaning the ballroom had to be touched up as well. Arrivals of guests meant one thing, Balls. Near weakly strings of parties and concerts to entertain the guests until they had left again. That brought on the surge of attentions to who would be escorting whom and up to your side Illo darted after a click of your tongue at dropping your brush, blindly in your reach to grab it your eyes dropped to the bucket of paint your hand had dipped into. The desired huff you wished to give was left in your hand rising to dribble the paint from your fingers and palm that was clasped in his hand as he blurted out, “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

At that your brow ticked up and you stole a glance off to the redheaded guard of his first choice to attend the ball with then looked to your friend again, “Um,”

At that the redhead looked you both over with his chest rising sharply in his turn away as Iro mumbled, “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“It is not sweaty.”

His head turned and he grinned saying, “I am going to conveniently be near the fountains he storms by, thank you again!” Releasing your hand he trotted off smoothing his fingers around his mouth trailing bright blue paint in a makeshift mustache reaching down to his chin. A marker twisting a wide grin onto the redhead’s face calming his bubbling anger ending with the much anticipated request to escort the now blushing Elf being helped through wiping the paint free from his face and hand who was calmed himself with a stolen peck on his cheek.

Peering down at your paint coated hand you sighed and gave it a gentle shake then wrapped it in a cloth to head back to your apartment. Freshly bathed the King hurried through the halls at hearing Legolas state in the distance, “Lady Pear! You are injured!”

In his loose white shirt over his silver pants the barefoot crownless King discovered you standing peering up at Legolas who hand his hands extended sheepishly hoping to inspect your hand without causing you harm. At his side the King arrived as you said, “No, it’s not-,”

Thranduil’s hand reached out asking, “How did you injure yourself? We should escort you to the healers straight away.”

Shaking your head you pulled your arm back, “I’m not injured, really.”

Thranduil, “Then show us.”

Folding back the top layer of the cloth his lips parted noting the bluish tinge to your fingers and half of your palm, “I missed my brush, paint,” Across their faces grins split as the source of the Prince’s accident prone traits came from, “didn’t want to drip.”

Legolas chuckled glancing between his love struck grinning father and blushing wide eyed mother staring up at him then back stepped saying, “There is a quiver calling my name.” Hurrying off to hide behind a pillar oddly amused to see for himself that his parents were falling for one another all over again after hearing about it for so long.

Thranduil’s hand extended and he stated, “Allow me to escort you back then to scrub.” Nodding your head you joined him for the comfortably quiet stroll back to your apartment. Inside which your head tilted at the cloth coated cone shaped thing in your bedroom that certainly wasn’t there earlier when you had left. Into the bath you strolled and a full cleaning kit was set out with soaps and a soft bristle brush included. Watching you intently the King remained at your side asking you all about your painting, which happened to be a large moonlit night with blue butterflies over the night sky darkened canopy in varied shades of blue with stunning flashed of white and yellow on the realistic scene captured on the canvas.

Out again you strolled into the hall with him still beside you smirking at your curious peek at the sheet covered surprise left for you. “Is everything alright?”

Turning your head from looking at the mystery to him you replied with a point at it, “That wasn’t here when I left this morning.”

Chuckling softly he said playfully, “Perhaps the best course is to, take a peak at what it might be?”

“But-,” after wetting your lips you asked, “Did you, leave that there?”

“Not me, per se.” The smile spreading on his face increasing your curiosity as to what it could be.

Inching closer you eyed the sheet and pinched the middle of the part dangling across the middle lifting it higher parting your lips at the stunning blue skirt on the dress revealed when you flung it back. A sudden squeak from you widened his smile in your path around the dress. Strapless with a diamond shaped cutout on the back and silver branches stemming both up and down from the seam in the waist above the butterfly wing skirt. Turning to face him you let out another squeak again, “You-,”

Looking to the dress again your fingers rose to smooth over you lips and he inched closer. “Is it not to your taste?”

“Taste?!” His eyes looking over you, “It’s stunning!” looking at it again you said a bit softer, “I don’t even want to touch it its so perfect.”

Up at him again you peered in his stating, “If you were to wear it touching would be involved.”

“It must have been so expensive,”

He shook his head reaching out to cradle your hand, “Please pay no mind to the price. I had hoped, to have the gown prepared before asking if I might claim the right of escorting you to the Ball. There is no one I would wish to spend the evening with other than you.”

Between his inching closer and hands cradling yours against his chest and the look in his eyes no answer was given, but a toe top stance later and your hand was released in the press of your lips to his. He hadn’t pushed you away or refused the action at all, had leaned into the kiss in fact. The trailing of his fingers across your cheek and the shiver it stirred from you had his free arm looping around your back drawing you into the warmth of his body. Just a few moments and his eyes were closed in the meeting of foreheads and you whispered, “I’ll do my best not to step on you, or fall down and ruin the gown.”

Brushing his second hand across your forehead shifting your hair behind your ear he hummed, “Step all over me, care nothing about the gown and every time you fall, my arms will be there.” Once again your lips met his muffling your own excited squeak when words had failed you again spreading a dying smirk from him in his melt around you for as long as you allowed.

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stars-for-thought · 5 years

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November Writing Challenge 2019 Masterpost

Here is my Masterpost for @theincaprincess’s November writing challenge!

My character is Kíli from The Hobbit!(big surprise)

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theincaprincess · 5 years

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Theincaprincess writing challenge

Good morning my darlings! Can you believe next Friday is the start of my writing challenge!? I can’t!

Well as you all know you will get a prompt(s) or a song a day during the whole of November, I already have them scheduled to post at 9am UK time as I’m not sure on my shifts at work yet.

So doing a head count my lovely challengers are:

@deepestfirefun with Thorin Oakenshield!

@blankdblank with Thranduil!

@amyf20 with Bucky Barnes!

@c-s-stars with Kíli!

@lady-of-lies with Peter Parker!

If I haven’t already got your masterlist for it please do send me the link, as I’ll be making a master post for it 😁

Of course with a challenge there will be a winner or winners 😁 so what I need from you guys is your preferred name, eye colour and hair colour and favourite character as the winner will get a personalised fic wrote by me 😁 pretty cool eh 😉😉

Now remember have fun don’t stress and tag me in it and use these hashtags #Theincaprincesswritingchallenge #30daywritingchallengebytheincaprincess and pop on warnings if they are needed!

Much love guys! And thank you for joining!!

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Magnificent

Let’s pretend here Rivendell isn’t finished being built yet and Elrond and his wife are living in Amon Lanc with Thranduil with all their kids growing up together.

Plus, not gonna lie got a bit inspired for the end by reading @deepestfirefun prompt on this posted earlier. Tried to make it different and leave it open to continue later possibly to keep it short and cute. hope you guys like it anyways :D

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“We shall have a magnificent garden party, and you’re not invited.”

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Soulmates. Each one born that upon their reaching their teen years would wake with a book linking their minds and dreams. Each book had a certain amount of rules.

The book can never be gotten rid of, stolen or destroyed and it never fills up.

You can draw or write in then to affect their dreams, or if you sleep at the same time you can even interact in your dreams.

You can mentally speak, though in our world it seems more like our conscience that little voice in your head trying to point you down the right roads.

When you meet you have to spend a year together no matter what you have no choice in the matter.

Years you had tried to figure out who your Mate was. One comment on liking stories and you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you. Prince to a kingdom you could find no trace of who spent your monthly dream meetings teaching you hand to hand combat when he first spotted the bruises your father had left on you. His concerns of why you had been sleeping in the library led to a revelation of the worst, and in the meantime to however you would meet up one day he had to ensure you would be safe and wait to find a way to you.

Eventually when the pretending got to be too much you simply started to doodle in it wondering what you had done to deserve a Mate who preferred pretending over sharing who he really was. And when he wouldn’t stop asking questions simply to know if you were ok after two months of silence the pages were filled with short stories about a Pompous Prince needing to be rescued by some female hero.

The last straw was finding out that he had gotten married. You were supposed to be the same age, and when you turned 17 your great birthday present was that your chance at happily ever after were over. From then you were distancing yourself from him, slowly growing quieter and merely listening about him gushing about his now expecting wife.

Tearfully you decided to try the impossible, for four years you did all you could to try and get rid of the book. Fire, water, even tossing it out of cars or trains it would pop back into your lap. Focusing on school wasn’t hard to do when you wanted to run away from it all. Again living in the library, literally, sleeping in a storage room in return for cleaning at night when a boyfriend took the handholding too far and decided to try and burn your apartment building down leading to your being evicted, this place only temporary you kept saying as your friend working security here each night had helped you into it.

Tonight however you spotted that ex scouting out ways to sneak in and you gathered your bags reading to leave. The last thing you had to grab was your book, peering at it tears welled up in your eyes at the Prince turned King and Father of a somehow 7 year old child after his now dead wife was pregnant not three years prior. It was just too much, shouldering your bags you shoved the book into a shelf and kept on going.

A tight grip on your shoulder was joined by one on your other shoulder, in the racing of your heart you peered over your shoulder expecting to see your ex, not the blackened ink formed hands from the now open book behind you that jerked you straight through the book and from one library to the ground of another.

From carpet lined to polished marble the floor changed and you found yourself seated on the marble peering down at your glowing book with the number 365 repeating on the flipping pages that suddenly slammed shut making you mumble, “What the fuck…”

The entrance of a quartet of armor clad brunettes froze when they saw you in the middle of the floor with bags around you, all around you they circled you and the tallest of them said in the made up language your Mate had taught you in your youth, “Who are you and what are you doing here?!”

“I’m Jaqi, Pear, um, I wouldn’t happen to be in Amon Lanc, would I?”

Brows were furrowed and another said, “Maybe she bumped her head?”

Another looked at you, “Have you retained any injuries, Miss Pear?”

“Um, my hip sort of hurts, but I wouldn’t argue with my head being hit. Am I in Amon Lanc?”

The silent fourth answered, “Yes. Where were you intending on traveling to?”

“My ex, showed up at my job and, well my last home when I tried to leave him he lit it on fire, so I grabbed my things and tried to run, then my book here sucked me through it, and here I am.” Wetting your lips you peered up asking, “Your King wouldn’t happen to me Thranduil, would it?”

They all looked at one another and you raised the book, “He came with the book.”

Bending down the group lifted your bags while the last offered his hand to help you up saying, “We will show you to our King.”

Once up you peered up at the seven foot Elf asking with a tilt of your head lifting his brow, “Does that mean I have to curtsy in front of him?”

“If you prefer.”

You nodded then said, “Well, I’m still mad at him so no, no curtsy.” They all glanced at you then the one you had just spoken to turned to guide you to the King.

Atop the raised platform with a trio of thrones was a rather stern faced blonde with pointed ears sat with legs crossed listening to a tall group of colorful cloak clad men with varying shades of hair. In the approach of the guards his icy blue eyes landed on them making you sigh realizing it was just your luck he’d be as much of a pessimist as you. Coldly he said, “None of you are on this rotation.”

Inhaling sharply you said, “Ya well, they found me,” At your voice the men between you both parted to turn and inspect the stranger in their midst. A tilt of his chin later and he took in your sloppy ponytail draped over your shoulder full of knotted curls your naturally white hair and clip in neon purple highlights matching your bright purple eyes. “Oh don’t give me that look Mr we’re going to grow up, meet and live happily ever after, then one day just look whose grown up, become a King, gotten married and had a baby.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Look, I’ll make it brief, I was trying to hide from my ex who showed up at my job and I got sucked through my book bringing me here. Now whether you want me here or not the book says I’m here for another 365 days,” you said holding the book open making him stand up open mouthed.

“Jaqi Pear.”

You nodded, “Your Majesty.”

“You know my name.”

“I also know you’re a single father and find gardenias overrated.”

Nearing you he stated, “I told you that in confidence.”

Smirking up at him, “What are they going to do, take your crown for it?”

“They might.”

“Then they don’t deserve you.” His weight shifting on his feet his eyes scanned over your face still focusing on the irritation and hurt in your tone conflicting with the playful hint of a smirk fading away. The encounter was being watched by those around you as well as the walk off to the hall you had just exited.

“I will show you to your apartment.”

“I get a whole apartment?”

“You are my One. Deserving of no less.”

“You call them Ones?”

“Yes.” His eyes flinched over you and your baggy sweater and tight jeans covering nearly all of you, “Did he hurt you?”

“Not this time, but I think I bruised my hip on that fall.”

“How much is the apartment each month?”

He glanced at you again, “We can find a position in our libraries since you are so accustomed to the world of books.”

Three days, two meals a day together with the King and a series of Nobles and a small group of children later again you were sleepless and on your way back from the library. A sniffle in the hall leading to your apartment you spotted Prince Legolas in the garden wiping his cheek making a flower crown under the watch of a pair of guards in the entries to the garden opposite you. Moving closer you crouched asking, “Is something wrong, Prince Legolas?”

In the turn of his head those big tear filled eyes of the somehow 7 year old child that looked more like a three year old who timidly replied in a half blubber, “Ada promised to read me a story, but another meeting took him away.”

You nodded and asked, “Do you like swans?”

“I have to go to bed, the pond-,”

Shaking your head you said, “I know a story about a swan I loved when I was your age. I can tell you a story if you like?”

Nodding quietly he set the flowers down and climbed onto your lap to have you carry him into his nursery attached to the King’s apartment. A few chapters into the Trumpeter Swan you stopped in your apartment to pick up Legolas was tucked into his bed sound asleep while your eyes drooped and your body shifted sideways in the armchair you were seated in. A curious check of the gardens and then the nursery had the King looking on at you both longingly, wishing to himself that you might choose to stay when the year was up.

One night and it built up a pattern, a growing one as the trio of Elrond’s children soon began to join you in the library and gardens with books of their choosing to hear you read to them. Soon enough whenever Thranduil had been called away you were the go to person for playing and each time he chose something over his son a piece of your mind was given to the King who was floored each time but gradually realized that from a child of an unhappy home truly did know what it was like to feel your parent hated being with you. It would be hard but the obvious irritation you had and one particular event had the council becoming overly eager to aid the King in changing how things worked to spend more time with his son while he had the chance to.

The main Royal Gardens had been made up, complete with a tent and string lanterns with snacks, tea and a selection of books for when the snacks were through, just one thing missing. Alongside Lady Celebrian the children sat peering up at the setting sun marking just a short while to when the King was supposed to have shown up only to have been distracted again. Brushing your skirt down over your legs you kissed Legolas’ cheek saying, “Five minutes, I’ll be back.”

Angrily into a council meeting you strolled right up to the King’s side ignoring the stares of the Council and said, “Two words, Garden Party.”

Peering up at you he huffed back, “I have to settle this dispute over a prized cow.”

“Seriously? Time with your son over two arrogant Lords fighting over a cow.”

One of the Lords in question stated, “I resent that!”

You turned your head to look at him, “You do realize you and your egos aren’t the only ones living in this kingdom? Right? There are thousands you should be thinking of easing the struggles for. And trust me if I was King I’d have taken your seat or your head for how much nonsense you stir up just so you can skip exerting yourself for any reason at all. Most of you are acting like children,”

Thranduil sighed, “Miss Pear-,”

You shook your head, “You know what, no. No more chances. A little boy asked his father to a garden party for a day off from his nonsensical day job and obvious arguing with these children is more important, so congratulations on your choice. Because that’s what it is, a choice to let him down when you gave your word. Enjoy your bickering. We shall have a magnificent garden party, and you’re not invited.”

Turning around you strolled to the door and he called out, “They are my gardens if I wish to go there I can! I am King!”

Stopping in the doorway you turned to say, “Well you’d have to get your ass out of that chair to do it first now wont you, Your Majesty!”

The sarcastic curtsy from you had him huffing and jolting up to storm after you, “Luo, Liu, neither of you get the cow. Viae you will take possession of it until I deliberate further.” Right after you he strode saying, “If you assume for one moment this argument is over merely at leaving a room-,”

Sharply you turned and poked him in the chest, “No, you don’t get to be mad at me. You don’t. I’m sorry your father forced you into an arranged marriage, I’m sorry your One was born in a different world and aged slower than you, I’m sorry you’re still young and have to be King, but the one thing I will never apologize for is telling you that your son will be eight in 73 days.”

His eyes narrowed, “He will never be this young again. You will never get this day back and today all he wanted was for his father to show up to the party we planned, for you to relax for once before you explode into a cloud of silver and scowls. You get one chance, our book isn’t the only one counting down. He’s going to have to have an heir one day, he’s going to have to get married, how do you want him, possibly as King, should the worst happen, to treat his family? Because right here, right now he’s learning. Soaking up everything, big, small, spoken, unspoken. I get it, King, but, Big Leaf, come on! It’s a Garden Party over a cow! He is safe here, but you have to love him more than air and show it to everyone because he sees Celebrian and Elrond fawning over theirs. He’s down one parent don’t make him lose two. You can be more than enough to make him shine brighter than the moon, you just have to show up. No perfection needed, parenting is messy.” Turning away he stood still for a few moments then continued following you at the rise of your hand to wipe your cheek.

Stepping forward his fingers looped around your upper arm making you turn to face him, in what you expected to be the rebirth of the argument his hand cupped your cheek and behind a pillar he claimed a fiery kiss ending with a top of his forehead to yours to hum, “It was never my intention to hurt you, and I will do everything in my power to regain your trust. Just tell me what to do.”

“For starters,” You reached up lifting his crown parting his lips, “No King’s allowed.” Removing it to set it on the table by the archway you strolled through into the garden exhaling shakily to calm yourself after his show of affection.

Peering through the opening he watched you carefully then glanced to Legolas, who’s face fell and his shoulders slumped for a moment only to rise in his large step into the garden earning a gasp from the boy who raced for him, “Ada! You made it!”

Chuckling lowly he kissed his son’s cheek then hummed, “I had to deal with some nonsense over a cow.”

Looking up Legolas, “Ada, your crown!”

Thranduil smirked replying, “I was told there were no King’s Allowed.” Making the boy grin and giggle hugging his neck, a moment he used to steal a glimpse at you in the rising moonlight feeling the first marker of your union being sealed burning into his left shoulder blade giving him hope this just might work and you just might have had what the other has needed for so long. Only ten months left to find out.

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Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim, @jotink78, @pastelhexmaniac

X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac

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Mermaid

… @theincaprincess don’t tell me why this is what my brain came up with

. bit more towards hypothermia than a cold but it fits still :D ..

Setting: *Getting a cold and having a red nose from using hundreds of tissues.*

Prompt: “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

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It really was an accident, if you take a branch to the face in a try for bringing down an orc that missed and whacked the King in the face sending him into the frozen lake below form the back of his orc. You were exhausted and had been on the run for weeks after escaping from Mordor, gasping loudly you jumped down from your branch and rushed to the river and leapt through the surface of the river. Swimming as hard as you could you caught up to the King. Although it wasn’t hard when his cape was stuck on the branches below the frigid water, rising to the surface you inhaled sharply and then dove again.

A cup of the cheeks of the unconscious Elf had his lips parting and bubbles escaping, planting you lips on his a hard breath filled his lungs and you closed his mouth again to rise back up for another breath to dive and plant your feet on the rocky ground to grip his cape and give it a hard tug. Freed from his snag his body draped over your back in the swim to the surface where you held his head up and swam to the edge dragging him closer to his Elk. A reach under his chest plate helped to make him cough up any water, a roll of his eyes left his moment of consciousness fleeting. Shuddering in the cold slap of a breeze passing you by you lifted him onto the antlers of his Elk, who refused to leave without you as well. Rolling your eyes you found your bag again and climbed up on his back and let him lead the charge off to the Palace with the screeching orcs in the distance growing closer by the minute.

Curious Elves from above on patrols eyed you and their unconscious bleeding King before their arrows rained down on the orcs behind you. Up to the opening gates you coughed as your body tried to warm itself again, though in the warm gust of air inside your eyes rolled back and your body slumped rather ungraciously to the floor while the Elk continued on coming to a skidding stop glancing back at you with a worried bellow.

Concerned a servant from behind you dropped their basket of sheets to rush over to you rolling you onto your back to find where the bloody pool had come from to press a cloth to in their race to get you to the healers behind their King. Hours you had been washed, your wounds cleaned up and bandaged with new warm clothes covering you, still with how frail you looked they didn’t expect you to survive if you didn’t warm up. A herd of wolves hearing the panic hurried at the request of healers to lay around you warming you under thick pelts between liquids as your cough worsened.

Slits of light through his curtains was the first thing the King saw, jolting upright in his bed a loud groan left him in cupping his stinging ribs with his hand and his head where a thick layer of bandages were wrapped around half his face. Panting through the pain he inspected the room only to see Legolas enter saying, “No! No! You lay back down! I have your soup your ribs need another day at least before you can walk anywhere.”

Laying back against his pillows he said, “Where is Turo? I was out riding, then, this branch just came out of nowhere…”

Legolas sat beside him setting the tray on his lap, “Turo is safe in the pastures, as to how you ended up unconscious we aren’t certain. However the woman you were with-,”

Thranduil shook his head, “What woman?”

Legolas looked him over, “The woman who brought you back. She fell off Turo inside the gates. Still fighting a fever, looks practically starved, you were both soaked, we thought you might have found her in the river and Turo brought you both back.”

Thranduil, “Has she said anything?”

Legolas shook his head, “She’s been mostly unconscious for a week now, same as you. Now eat and tomorrow you can check on her yourself, it might knock something loose.”

He did make it through to the next day and was glad to see that under the massive glob of bandages around his head was just a shallow set of scrapes they wanted to keep his hair free from now healed leaving an olive colored bruise and straight to your bedside he went. A halfway delirious grumble came from you at the Elleth who had been feeding you another helping of broth barely doing anything to fill your belly. Softly she replied, “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.” Another grumble was her answer in her rise, in turning around her lips parted in a soft gasp seeing the robe clad King and Prince behind her making her drop into a quick curtsy then step aside.

Crouched down beside you he eyed your red nose from their constant wiping of its dripping away and his hand outstretched to feel your forehead making you grumble again. Softly he asked feeling you coming off the edge of a bad fever, “How are you feeling?”

The ungraceful flop of your head to the side brought a familiar glint of purple eyes under your silvery curls parting his lips in seeing the face of the mermaid in his dream, “You, Elk man,” his brow inched up, “I thought you were an orc.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The branch, I pulled it, and your face caught it,” His lips parted at the slur in your words signaling you were going to pass out again, “Then, splash, and that cape,” you sighed dreamily, “And your Elk wouldn’t let me go…He has to let me go…they’ll find me…”

“Who is hunting you?”

“The Half-Man.”

Lowly Legolas repeated, “Half-Man?”

Again you repeated, “They’ll find me…They always find me…”

Off you dropped into sleep and the King turned to the Healers asking, “Was she found with anything?”

They nodded pointing to the bags behind him on the table along the wall he opened the first of, clothes, toiletries bag, a spare pair of boots, belts and a blanket worn pitifully thin were on a set of journals in an old form of Elvish he couldn’t place marked with symbols from Teleri and Vanyar lands. The second bag held a series of weapons with runes marking them as a set above a set of wrapped mithril armor around a set of pouches. Inside the pouches various oddly shimmering stones in one he secured and set aside. The second he opened revealing an odd collection of rings from all the fallen Elf Kings of the past and Nauglamir in a separate pouch. Lowly he asked, “How could she have these?”

A call from the doorway had him turning around to the messenger who approached him with note extended, glancing down at the note he broke the seal on it mumbling at the crest, “What could Gondor need?” Wetting his lips he read the letter saying, “Mordor has fallen into a crater…orcs fleeing, mind your borders…no sign of the ones responsible, Elven prisoners of Mordor spotted fleeing…” He looked to you again as it shared the names of those they had found they would send to Rivendell as well for any relatives, “What were you doing in Mordor?” He asked more to himself than to you wondering the answer. Whatever it was he would have to wait, and hope that this Half-Man would not ever arrive to grant you rest to heal and recover.

Again he looked to the bag and drew out a series of letters he brought out returning the ring pouch to its bag, each letter addressed to the same ‘Lady Pear’ with each one sent from the Kings whose rings you had possession of with indents of the rings folded inside. Curiously his brows furrowed until he found another letter with diagrams of an old fortress outside Moria where each ring would fit, keeping hold of the letters he went off to his library with his son trailing after him. The images looked so familiar and he knew the one place that might have the answers was an old chest his father had told him only to open under the direst of circumstances. He supposed this was reason enough, and he hoped that it would hold all the answers he would need to protect you and his people from who might just be chasing you.

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Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim, @jotink78, @pastelhexmaniac

X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac

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Never

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Prompt - Two out of Three Ain’t Bad - Meatloaf -

Could have gone the drama route, but didn’t, here’s some language barrier fluff for you all :D

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“Oh fuck…” Again you had woken up in a forest. For a decade now this kept happening, even to the point of sleeping fully dressed with supplies shrunken in your pocket pouch. Over your head a deer leapt and that was when you caught the scent, smoke, thick black smoke billowed through the forest, a sharp gasp came from you as you squirmed out of the way of a second deer followed by a group of younger fawns racing for their lives. Up onto your feet you shot and out of your palm a dousing spell erupted instantly killing the flames while overhead clouds billowed and sheets of rain began to pour down in a growing storm drawing up shouts and screams in the distance. Turning away you raced after the now slowing deer who all eyed you in your race away and curiously followed after you.

Leaping over a knotted band of roots a back of a pointy eared man caught your fall slamming hard into the dirt while the deer landed on top of a trio of men around that one. Wincing in looking the unconscious men over you softly whispered, “Sorry..”

A muffled whimper came from a whicker box you opened and gasped again in seeing the two silver eyed mint green eyed toddlers bound and gagged who seemed all too pleased to see you and your curly silver haired purple eyed self. Shouts neared and you scooped the pair up and turned to run again gaining more and more animals following your path until at the end of a vast stretch of snow you huffed and forced your body into a shiver summoning a coat from your pocket pouch that folded around you and the boys with a scarf mostly covering your face under the hood you raised up and tightened the drawstrings to. Oddly enough where you would have sunk into the snow you stood wide eyed staring down at the two feet of snow under you before you took a cautious step.

Two miles through the snow you trudged along until you reached a stone path, inside which you happened to turn and between the herds of animals spotted the thousands of people following after you with what looked to be all they owned. Turning again you found a series of caves in a ravine you all settled into. It didn’t take long for you to realize something else, a stolen feel of your ears in the sea of pointy eared masses you traced the point new to your ears now twitching as you realized that they were speaking a language you didn’t know.

Seated in a circle of deer you sighed and unzipped your jacket and inhaled sharply realizing you had to pee. Carefully you settled the unbound boys onto a blanket you subtly summoned from your pouch and said, “I’ll be right back.” In standing up they tried to do the same only for you to gently set them down again, wide eyed with quivering lips they stared up at you until you waved your hand, “No.”

Holding up your hand you began to count folding each finger down until you had a fist then you started over again, the boys eyed the action and you repeated, “Keep counting, I’ll be back.” You pointed to the crack in the cave wall you could use to slip out and then back again extending your fingers, the motion drawing attention from a blonde haired group opposite you taking advantage of the clear space around you and your herds to settle on their own. A flash of your fingers extended and fisted in pointing to the door and back again had the boys looking at your hand allowing you to slip away. To themselves they eyed their fingers and your clambering path over the herd to the door making the blonde woman’s mouth fall open as you bundled up again assuming you were leaving the boys.

Shivering outside into a goat you transformed making the task of peeing in this tundra more tolerable a task as you mumbled, “Where the fuck did I get myself stuck this time?” Years these forests would be farther and farther from home, but by the shape of their ears and the fact everyone was counting out tiny sticks of gold and silver you knew you were possibly never going to make it home again, and if you did what the hell would you do about these boys. Stolen handfuls of dirt added sticks of currency to your person and soft incantations had a supply of diapers and changes of clothes in another bag for the boys to change them when you got back. In another fist of their making their smiles spread in seeing you return shaking off your jacket you unbuttoned to lower your hood drawing countless eyes your way to the soft whisper of a word you couldn’t catch, “Nimloth.”

Scooting closer to you as the boys were laid back the woman watched you change the pair and wiggled them into a warm set of footie pajamas they grinned at seeing on the other with tails and hoods complete with bear ears they thanked you for with tight hugs. Onto your lap they climbed as you reached into a duffel bag of supplies the others hadn’t noticed, a pack of instant potatoes was brought out and heated up with a pop up stove you lent to the group moving closer to you three as subtly as they could muster. Tries for conversations were lost while they muttered to themselves making the boys snuggle closer to you eventually making them drift off in your arms. The infant boy in the youngests arms making you summon smaller sets of diapers and clothes for him widening their grateful grins they gave you.

Slowly your eyes drooped shut and your head fell back against the side of the stag behind you who just nuzzled closer to you and the boys. Sunrise eventually came, and in the sound of others readying to move on mingled with murmurs of that word again. A squinting glance at the family around you had you shifting up onto your feet to bundle up after an encouraging nudge from the stag behind you. Oropher, Thranduil, Legolas, Taule, Elured and Elurin, the names of your new tiny group of friends. Days you traveled together until you filed into a vast stretch of fields on the edge of another forest.

An odd symbol on a gate had you gripping both boys in the sling you turned the coat into with one arm to pull out a pocket sized journal from your pocket pouch. Peering from the gate to the book again you sighed mumbling, “Come on boys.” Moving on as one of your reoccurring nightmares came from a try to dwell here ending badly no matter what you did.

Behind you the family stood staring between the gates and you only to follow along their lingual challenged friend and the herds luring nearly half of those following behind after you. It seemed each time you glanced back that there were more people and it wasn’t until you had rounded another set of mountains you refused to cross that you began to see green again. A small stretch was where part of the group remained as you continued on after a long nights rest, but a shriek from you in the next morning at the group of men seeming popping out of the forest on the edge of your camp stirred the trio of infants to begin to wail as you and Thranduil calmed them. Again that word was whispered between these people and those in the forest beckoning you in closer.

Where the thought of being left to a place of your own had grown in your mind you now stood in the center of a hut built around the base of a massive tree with your group of blondes around you. You couldn’t put your finger on it but something about this situation gave off a whiff of domestic bliss in the making, and each night as you settled into the cot beside Thranduil’s you mumbled to yourself, “Nope, not married…roommates…budget friendly baby buddies…Not, married.” Yet each night after your second month here while Oropher became more and more pushed into a leadership role for all those previously here and having traveled with you a stolen slide of his hand to loop a finger with yours on the hand dangling from your cot steadily told you otherwise.

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Wide eyed you sat up, once again under the stars in the forest groaning as you realized you were in a clearing in the middle of the same forest. Swords had been drawn, armor wrapped around all able and panting once again you found your feet and raced to the edge of the forest where you saw the twisted mangled creatures trying to approach the forest. Narrowing your gaze a single wave of your hand and an explosive wave of power shot out of you rippling through the army opposing your allied terrified fleeing friends. In the easing of hair from their faces their jaws dropped seeing the mangled creatures now chickens clucking in the field and in turning their eyes flinched wider as the murmur of that word echoed out again in your backwards staggering fall.

Instead of a finger your whole hand was clasped in Thranduil’s in his teary gaze hovering over you. It was his first taste of battle, even without drawing his blade just yet, and he could barely stomach it, he could barely lift his arm clearly meaning he would surely die. You had saved his life, yes among thousands, but his none the less and he would always tell himself that you had come solely for him.

The Silvans had been a challenge just as you had, their dialect a rough language you new enough of to make it by leading to a mass upheaval of dialog. Every Elf had taken to learning the language and it was in this task that you and Thranduil began to learn one another. It was in this you learned he was now a Prince and his parents King and Queen. Your title stunningly Queen in your own right, for what reason you had no clue of as they kept calling you flower even after sharing your real name.

They were stubborn, but you were too, and when the huts were clearly not enough for everyone the grand palace you had been sketching and dreaming of grew under the light of the next moon and one by one with gentle nudges and pushes guiding them inside to their own doors you gave them keys to with wide grins. Grins you hoped to goad them inside only making you roll your eyes and guide them into unlocking the door you opened for them and said “Home.” That word did it, gasps, tears and one awkwardly seven and a half foot tall man collapsing into you righted by a self appointed guard who never spoke who helped him and his equally as faint wife inside to erupt into squeals at the marble carved stained glass decorated marvel.

The last hut to empty was yours, and with it was the finalizing of the title your friends had been given, straight into the main apartment you had designed for the King and Queen with five guest bedrooms and a kitchen of its own and a few spare baths on top of their en suite sitting room and study they strolled and inspected each room with wide grins and nipped lips. A turn to drape his arm around your back in a near hug had Thranduil turning in circles asking himself lowly, “Where did you go?”

Out of the apartment after checking each room his free hand patted Legolas’ back in his nap against his chest and he eyed the open door to his right through which he heard you naming each room for your boys. “This one would be a sitting room, and dining room through here attached to a kitchen. These are bedrooms over here, with yours, through here, see,” Behind you he crept seeing the large window with a bench built inside of it you set them on aiming them out to look up into the clear view of the sky, “All the stars are so bright tonight.”

Sharing more of the plans for how their room and the apartment would be you didn’t realize their makeshift cribs being moved in by Oropher and Taule beside Legolas’, now holding the slumbering Prince. In the boys’ hopes to go to sleep you kissed them and tucked them in and curiously went to find Thranduil only to pause in your chosen bedroom with a wall of windows looking over a set of waterfalls in the distance glowing in the moonlight echoing hums of the trees around them even with the windows shut. Even from the door the effect was more than you’d have hoped, floor to ceiling stars and moonlight, yet the image making your heart skip was your cots in the center of the room far behind him. Lifted into the air you squeaked and couldn’t help but grin in Oropher’s sharing his love for the home you had given them.

A sentiment shared by all Elves now giddily decorating their new homes, even the most dedicated Silvans to their lives among the trees loved the tree centered apartments in spiraling towers around the circle of trees surrounding the Palace they had begun moving into. Tasking jobs for artists to decorate the halls and apartments came next with furniture crafters more than eager to get back to work again adding chances to the far Dwarves freshly settled into the peak they had crafted for themselves to settle some form of trade as well. Sleep was called for again and changed for it you made your way to your cot, stretching out and closing your eyes only to open them at Thranduil’s hand folding around yours at your side with a low hum of a whisper, “We will be happy here, I swear it.”

You must have dreamed it, you told yourself, but again alone with this man who you had settled a very lovely bedroom and possible nursery for his son the question circled around again, as to why he was here and just what he thought of you.

Baby we can talk all night

But that ain't gettin us nowhere

I told you everything I possibly can

There's nothing left inside of here

And maybe you can cry all night

But that'll never change the way I feel

The snow is really piling up outside

I wish you wouldn't make me leave here

I poured it on and I poured it out

I tried to show you just how much I care

I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout

But you've been cold to me so long

I'm crying icicles instead of tears

Weeks you had carved it. They had seen your powers, what you could craft without much effort past incantations and a design, but this was different. This was painstakingly done by hand. It was an old job of yours, growing up in a music shop with your grandparents before you had to sell it when they were gone, your task, a grand piano. It was almost a reminder to yourself who you once were and what you had always wanted to do and be.

And all I can do is keep on telling you

I want you, I need you

But-there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Now don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

It rang out through the kingdom, a voice singing a song able to make the strongest shed a tear to the sound of an odd instrument they had never heard before. Guessing the source of the voice out to the music room in the Royal Wing wrapped by glass echoed with the source of the heart clenching tune sending Thranduil racing from a shop to find you.

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach

You'll never drill for oil on a city street

I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks

But there ain't no Coup de Ville hiding at the bottom

Of a Cracker Jack box

Among the others he listened to your voice wondering what he had done to cause this doubt in you of his true intentions. Maybe you had taken it as some form of debt, his attentions towards courtship mainly as your link to his family raising their rank greatly.

I can't lie, I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not

No matter how I try

I'll never be able to give you something

Something that I just haven't got

There's only one girl I'll ever love

And that was so many years ago

And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart

She never loved me back

Oh I know

You had never questioned about Legolas’ mother, and now he was worried about that. Possibly you had imagined him indifferent and indebted to you. You had imagined he did not care truly. Your home worlds were so different. He had done everything properly, and clearly with your offer of a private home to continue the courtship a step farther he could have been more affectionate. He should have been.

I remember how she left me on a stormy night

She kissed me and got out of our bed

And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door

She packed her bags and turned right away

True he had been settled into a match a decade back and Legolas was a blessing in disguise, his poor frail wife weakened so much by the birth in a harsh winter traveled to the gardens of Yavanna passing on the ritual dissolving of their union. They were young and urged on too quickly greatly weakening her. No, he never truly loved her, merely cherished the gift she had given to him.

And she kept on telling me

She kept on telling me

I want you, I need you

He needed you, he wanted and ached for you. Since first seeing you in the wafting smoke turned blizzard he saw only you in the sea of deer. He was the one to follow you unflinchingly first and he never wavered. Since the first removal of your hood and scarf he couldn’t take his eyes off you, drawn to you like a sunflower to the sun. His parents could tell, and each silent affirmation or gesture in the months of language barriers he treasured each nudge, push and insistence to remain still or aid you in some task becoming so much harder with the barrier between you, he loved you and would make you certain of that fact.

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

I want you, I need you

But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night

But that ain't getting us nowhere

Napping soundly in their rolling crib the trio of boys cooed contently in the final humming note of the piano. A pant in the hall had you turn and stand however. Thranduil came into view and within moments was in front of you exploding with every sentiment he could think of leaving you speechless. A fact only worsened when his lips crashed into yours and he drew you flush against his chest to melt around you. Lazily your arms drooped around the back of his neck in the deepening of the enamored kiss. All in all, if you had to choose, if he was going to keep kissing you like this being married to this silent jelly bean might not be all that bad.

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Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim, @jotink78, @pastelhexmaniac

X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac

#Theincaprincesswritingchallenge #30daywritingchallengebytheincaprincess #Thranduil x Reader OC #hobbit #lotr

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Ring of Roses

ABBA, The winner takes it all!

This is day 25, still finishing the 24th prompt, hopefully i can finish that here in a bit and either get it up today or tomorrow after work depending on when i drop off to sleep. --- Hope you like it and please don’t ask me why Dis came off as a Southern Belle in my mind for this story. :D

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Breathing hard you took on the tallest hill in this green tree dominated wonderland you continued running trying to get yourself up this impossible feat once in this century as every year you found yourself here for the yearly race of the best thoroughbreds in Elven lands. You could hear it though, the dually truck usually lapping you on your daily runs and again you had kept to your side of the street yet a ‘whoo’ that came too close for your liking with a gust of wind afterwards had you, in their reaching the top of the hill a moment later, squeaking in pain as your foot slid off the road and into the only dip in the inexplicably tall hill securing your luck for the day. A hard slam into the ground jammed your shoulder and sent you into a triple roll stopping at the fence on your right.

Staring up at the sky you mumbled, “So fucking close…The universe just doesn’t want me to beat this hill…”

Inhaling deeply you winced as you shifted your twisted ankle making your hands rise to press to your watering eyes, you had broken bones before and been fine but it seemed every banged knee, elbow and foot had you almost on the floor with twisted ankles having your life teetering on the end, of which you’ve had millions and lived to whine about to whatever caused the injury. Usually you didn’t have an audience but the sound of dirt shifting and a group of bellows in the distance had your hands lowering to peer up at the Giant Elk peering down at you over the fence. “Hello Handsome.”

A hard exhale from him and his glance at your ankle had you moving to sit up grimacing about the sting in your shoulder you rolled exhaling at the loud pop from it. The sound of an engine died with a truck coming into view with another whimper from you seeing the blonde you had been failing to talk to since you were kids. Your father ran the championship each year and owns the race track meaning you were the one to act as announcer and presenter for the winner’s ring each year, now being far more appealing than adorable as you once were for the racers, with it being more of a challenge for each to see who could catch your number. Sitting up in an ease out his open window your breathing quickened seeing the slightly bubbly partially wet Elf in just jeans turning around to look at you after the herd had motioned over to you. Back inside he slid and made the short drive over to the fence where he parked and hopped over it.

I don't wanna talk

About things we've gone through

Though it's hurting me, now it's history

I've played all my cards

And that's what you've done, too

Nothing more to say, no more ace to play

Looking you over the blonde wet his lips and crouched asking, “Are you injured Miss Pear?”

Weakly you chuckled forcing your eyes to remain locked on his and not anywhere else while his breathing steadied and his chiseled body screamed at you to ogle away in the easing of bubbles down his chest. “Just the Douglass brothers in their truck whooing again.”

His brow inched up, “Whooing?”

“You know, like ‘Whoo!’” The last word you added a weak try at a celebratory ‘Whoo’ and he nodded, “And I managed to slip into the only pothole on this damn hill like a twit, twenty feet away! Every time! I can never make it up this hill!”

Unable to help it he smirked and said, “You fell pretty hard then? I’ve seen you sprinting up it before, must have been going fast.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to if those assholes could stop lapping me in their damn truck. I’m close to throwing a rock at them.”

Slowly his eyes slid over you, normally an act from other men making you squirm but the town vet’s son’s inquisitive search for injuries ended with your awkwardly locked ankle you were refusing to move had him shifting on his feet to lower a knee and extend his hands. “May I?”

His eyes locked on yours and you nodded making him look back to your ankle he gently eased his fingers around, “It’s not broken, just my millionth sprain of the year. Usually I can just outwait them and I can get up fine.”

Smirking up at you in his move to cradle your foot he carefully slid the shoe he had unlaced off he replied, “Doesn’t seem bad.”

Your head tilted, “You don’t know me, I’m downright laughable, bumped elbows can have me in tears but I’ve run marathons with breaks easy.”

Making him smirk for a moment before lowering his gaze missing your grimace in his rotating your foot and ankle, “Movement is fine. Not sprained from what I can tell, best to keep the jog tomorrow to a slow trot if you won’t skip a day.”

You nodded reluctantly even though you took the runs to catch glimpses at him in passing. “I guess I can hike instead.” Making him smirk and lower your foot to the ground carefully.

“You look thirsty. I can make you some tea if you wish.”

With a nod you said, “Ok. I’ll,”

Scooting around you his arms looped around your back and legs to lift you as he stood bringing you nearly eye level with the Elk almost grinning at you pleased you weren’t injured badly. Carefully he set you on the fence and turned to grab your shoe he carried in his hop over making you jealous at his nearly seven foot figure to do so with ease while you as a Vanyar stood at 5 ft 9, an adorably petite version of the statuesque women you were forced to grow with hating your place on the screen for standing out. Again you were scooped up and he carried you around to slide with you into the passenger seat he left you on and slid back across the bench to his seat after closing the door for you.

Carefully he turned easing around the Elk and made way back to his three story wood and stone house bearing floor to ceiling windows to let in the best views. “Wow.”

Grinning in a glance over at you he parked saying, “Naneth designed it, her and Ada have an identical one on the other side of the hills closer to town.”

“You prefer living alone?”

Weakly he chuckled, “It was for me and my ex, we, had my son right out of school. They wanted a wedding but she didn’t. Him and I live here.”

“Oh, the other blonde, Leggy, I always thought you were just an overly loving older brother, how old is he?”

Again he chuckled and climbed out strolling around the truck to open your door to scoop you up and lift your shoe, “Nearly 500 now. Hopefully he hasn’t tried to cook anything while I was showering or gone.” The last sentence almost mumbled to himself in concern rather than to you. His voice picked up though as he added in a quick grin to you peering up at him, “Gone to Uni, smartest kid I know but terrible luck with toaster ovens.” Making you giggle to yourself widening his grin.

“Ada, what was wrong with the herd?” You heard from the staircase in his entering through the open door he nudged closed with his foot again and tuned to stride to the stairs peering up at the now wide eyed blonde teen in shorts.

“Douglass brothers ran Miss Pear off the road.” Pulling back he made for the living room as his son hurried down the stairs.

“What?! Should we call the Sheriff?”

Thranduil, “Sheriff is their uncle. Here, elevate this, we’ll ice it to be safe.”

With a sigh you pulled your buzzing phone out of your arm pouch and unlocked it while Legolas helped to prop up your foot. As it was being settled on pillows you answered your brother’s call, “Hey Jelly bean,”

“Finally make the hill?”

“Nope, the Douglass brothers lapped me again and ran me off the road, twisted my ankle, the Greenleafs are going to help me ice it and making me tea.” You could hear the sharp inhale and feel the irritation building in his chest.

“I’m gonna call you back. ADA!!”

Hanging up the phone you saw the pair of blondes staring wide eyed at the phone they heard the shout through making Legolas’ pursed lips part to say, “Their uncle is the Sheriff but I doubt they can hide from Mr Pear.”

Thranduil sat down on the cushioned bench they put your foot up on and gently wrapped it with a towel and covered that with a bag of frozen strawberries making you smirk at him before he said, “We have to thaw them anyways for dessert.”

You shrugged, “At least I can help you in return,” making him chuckle in Legolas’ pop up.

“I’ll fix the tea!” He said then darted off as your hands eased around the ties on your cut off sweat shorts under your loose tank top in mint green matching the end of your silvery curl filled ponytail that slipped from its bun on your last hill.

Thranduil’s eyes darted from your dazzling purple pair to your shoulder saying, “Mind if I check your arm?”

You shook your head, “Nope.” He nodded and stepped over your legs to sit beside you on the couch with brows furrowed in focus between glances at your familiar antler design necklace of silver antlers around a moonstone for the head you smiled and smoothed your fingers over, “Your Naneth sent it to me after I spotted hers in passing in the markets. I never did get to thank her properly, I do love it. It’s perfect.”

Thranduil grinned saying, “I will tell her.” As he looked to your arm again he said, “It suits you.”

“I always have loved Elk. I’ve seen them run, few times I’ve gotten distracted up the hill watching them run. Some are faster than stallions I’ve seen.”

Thranduil chuckled, “Yes, even the Douglass Mare can’t touch Tuo for speed.”

“I don’t know why you don’t race them then.” Making him look up at you with brows raised, “No rule against it. Plus it’d be nice to not have Luti in the circle again, smug jerk needs to be knocked down.”

Thranduil chuckled again then said, “You have a small scrape, I’ll clean it.”

He stood and went to fetch his kit as Legolas hurried over with a full try making you giggle at the tea, crackers, cheese and sliced fruit. “Didn’t know what you’d like but there’s a bit of everything, and the tea is best straight but we have some of Gran’s honey if you’d like?”

You shook your head with a grin up at him, “No thank you.” After a cautious sip on the hot tea you asked, “Are you training to be a vet too?”

He nodded and wet his lips, “Do you do any hobbies besides the presenting?”

“I, um, actually finished a cosmetology degree. Been trying to work up to asking at Dis’ beauty shop in town, but I don’t have much experience out of school and Dwarves take hair very seriously.”

Legolas chuckled, “No doubt she’ll take you in.”

Slightly uncertain your brows scrunched up and you asked, “Really?”

Legolas, “She said Gorgo is expecting again and needs some time off soon, you could train now and possibly have her seat when she does. We don’t get many new faces to town so I’m certain she’d love to have some fresh stories to hear.”

Slightly relieved you said, “Thank you.” Sipping on the tea again before blurting out, “Ada’s been patient with me figuring out what I wanted to do, and it might have seemed frivolous but I mean, a hairstyle can change your day, for better or worse.”

Legolas nodded and readied to say something only to look at the door in another truck driving up, “Ooh, Gramps.”

Oropher hurried up the porch and Legolas went to talk to him as Thranduil came back and sat beside you eyeing the box he opened and grabbed an alcohol watch he tore the pouch to bringing it out to wipe the scrape gingerly listening to Oropher being informed of it all. Within moments he came in grinning looking you over and joined the conversation spreading their grins as you learned more about their herds that when your brother Jelly Bean had showed up they promised you could come and see any time as you were carried off. For future runs you were told that you had permission to run along the path inside their fence up the hill to keep you safe from any repeats. Gratefully you thanked them and wished them an enjoyable dessert as the truck you were settled into backed up and turned to head home.

Jelly Bean, “Are you in pain?”

You shook your head in his third glance over at you, “Just because you have 600 years on me doesn’t make me a baby, you know that.”

“I’ll be damned if it doesn’t! Out of the twelve of us you are the baby and the only girl at that! Nobody hurts you! Ada’s talked to the Sheriff, if he could he’d have barred them from the races but they’ve already paid and we’ve no grounds technically to refund and reject them.”

You shook your head, “Didn’t think so, but at least th fuss might make them leave me alone for a bit.”

Jelly Bean chuckled, “Well, if they try to get close to you the only one in the winner’s circle will be Gummy Bear in a dress.” Making you giggle as he chuckled himself.

The winner takes it all

The loser's standing small

Beside the victory

That's her destiny

Damn he loved you. For so long he’d wished to talk to you but never felt enough to approach the wealthiest man in Greenwood for his daughter’s courtship as a single father from his teens. Every year him and his son had watched the footage of the winners being interviewed by you and each year the exclusive Champion’s Ball no details had been shared and in passing it was common knowledge you were more than curious as to what it could entail.

With a smirk Legolas approached his father as Oropher helped to prep the strawberries to add to the ice cream maker and the strawberry shortcakes they were going to have. Thranduil glanced down at his awkwardly spreading smirk making him ask, “What is that look for?”

Legolas shook his head, “No reason, just gave Miss Pear your number.” Oropher smiled amusedly turning to the pair watching Thranduil’s brows shoot up and mouth drop, Legolas poked him in the stomach, “She just finished her cosmetology license and was nervous about asking Dis for a place in her shop, I said you might be able to help arrange an introduction.”

Thranduil, “Leg!”

Oropher, “I think that’s a wonderful idea!”

Thranduil, “I don’t even know how I would be able to do that!”

Legolas gave him a hug and peered up at him making his father sigh feeling his messy bun he’d tied up to keep his hair dry shifting forward on his head in doing so, “Come on! She likes you, you like her, just, hint to Dis you might need some help and she’ll lasso her in right off.”

Thranduil, “I am not using Dis-,”

Oropher, “Either way when Dis finds out she wants a place she’ll start plotting, so get in now or be set up yourself.” Making Thranduil sigh again hugging is son back in thought.

I was in your arms

Thinking I belonged there

I figured it made sense, building me a fence

Building me a home

Thinking I'd be strong there

But I was a fool playing by the rules

Even Tuo had heard the comments. Year after year the Douglass brothers boasting their stallions and mares were the best and fastest around leading to their milling about the usual racing paths where they would overpass the billion dollar creatures by full body lengths only worsening the insults sent the Greenleaf way. It was that time of year again for antlers to be shed and it only made the bucks all the more furious without their usual weapons to attack those issuing them.

Another drive by had shouts hurled at Thranduil and Tuo saw red, in his return home he readied for bed after a drink only to pause at the newspaper being hurled at him to scatter across the floor revealing the sheets packed with news of all the incoming challengers. There was still time, and in the locking of eyes Thranduil knew it, either with or without him his Elk was going to do something drastic.

The gods may throw a dice

Their minds as cold as ice

And someone way down here

Loses someone dear

The winner takes it all (Takes it all)

The loser has to fall (Has to fall)

It's simple and it's plain (It seems plain)

Why should I complain? (Why complain)

A bell rang from an opening door passed by and through the front door of the town mini spa center Thranduil strolled and for the bright blue hair center between the pink facial center and the nail salon he entered Dis’ domain. He was spotted in his approach and the raucous laughter from inside dwindled to whispers on why he could be coming in making Dis stroll up to the front counter with a grin from relaxing in her own chair.

“Morning Thranduil, come to get a gift certificate for Taule again?”

He shook his head, “No, not here for Naneth today.” Exhaling softly he lowered folding his arms on the counter making the women at the other end of the shop lean in closer. “This is a bit uncomfortable to ask, however, you know Miss Pear?”

“Yes,” her eyes narrowed for a moment, “How is that-,”

Thranduil shook his head, “I saw her yesterday,”

Urgently she cut him off resting her hand on his crossed arms, “How is she?! We heard those Douglass boys ran her off the road!” At that the women all rushed over and Dis said with a smirk, “Heard you were the one to swoop in and save her.”

Thranduil sighed and said, “I wanted to come, because she happened to share she just got her cosmetology license,” Dis’ mouth dropped open excitedly, “And that she was a bit nervous on approaching a Dwarf owned shop for a job. Legolas offered I could, arrange a meeting.”

Did patted his arm again, “Of course we’ll give her a training spot!” The women all agreed nodding as they did, each offering lessons on varying techniques making him nod, and she said, “You send her a message that the peach cobbler is just to die for at Mary’s diner after her pre race run through tomorrow around noon and I’ll just happen to mosie on through and bump into her.”

Thranduil nodded and straightened up, “Thank you.”

In his turn however she asked, “This message, you wouldn’t happen to be passing it on through a text would you?” his head turned to find her smirking, “I was just wondering if you might have gotten the sweet thing’s number or if I might have to do that for you myself?”

Exhaling shortly he replied in his stroll to the door, “Legolas beat you to the punch,” making her squeal giddily and turn to begin plotting ways to arrange the new couple in her eyes she could aid in bringing about.

But tell me, does she kiss

Like I used to kiss you?

Does it feel the same when she calls your name?

Somewhere deep inside

You must know I miss you

But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed

Humming to yourself you sat in your window bench seat propping up your foot staring up at the stars after having spent the better part of the evening going over the schedule for this week leading up to the big race you would be in sneakers for to keep your father calm on not damaging your ankle before the big day. Again your fingers smoothed across the cockatoo plushie on your lap your eldest brother Gummy Bear had crochet for you in a pink and grey shade matching your Lyla you lost two years prior still hurting you enough to know you weren’t ready to take up your family’s offer to help you find another. By now she’d have nuzzled on your shoulder after a signaling bout of fake kissing sounds she would make when she wanted to be closer to you.

Out of nowhere she would call your name sweetly whenever you were sad or in pain. Always finding candies in the house she would hide in your bag for pleasant surprises through your day between bits of shredded construction paper you’d given her after she’d see you smile in trying at origami when she was little, all you now kept in a glass box on your desk. You now had a path you had chosen and the fear you had assumed not to be an issue seemed worse as to how you would take the first official step on it.

But again you glanced at your phone reading the message from Thranduil,

‘If you’re in the mood for it tomorrow at noon you should give the peach cobbler a try at Mary’s diner.’

To yourself you mumbled, “What is that supposed to mean? Hey the cobbler is good? Or is it a vague offer for a date?” Again you sighed and set the phone down, “Why would he put a specific time though?”

…

The judges will decide (They decide)

The likes of me abide (We abide)

Spectators of the show (Of the show)

Always staying low (Staying low)

The game is on again (On again)

A lover or a friend (Or a friend)

A big thing or a small (Big or small)

The winner takes it all (Takes it all)

Finally the big day came and after your run in at Mary’s you got your answer as Dis showed up and went from asking about your health before mentioning her emptying spot bringing about a need for a trainee signaling your timid mention of your license. It wasn’t a date but it did lead to a tour of the shop and an appointment for your first day on the job after the races were through.

Racers and horses flooded the town but with it exploded the news that your new friend was going to be giving your idea a chance. There was no terms against it, a fact you reminded your father if, and the giddiness and giggles from you had him smirking in your bounce away seeing your interest in the vet had not waned over the years and had now been given a chance to blossom.

I don't wanna talk

If it makes you feel sad

And I understand, you've come to shake my hand

I apologise

If it makes you feel bad

Seeing me so tense, no self-confidence

Strutting straight to his assigned pen Tuo passed the curious horses between sneering riders, owners and onlookers and Thranduil joined his family to finalize the details and brush him down readying the saddle he rarely let Thranduil put on him after decades of considering doing just this. Still being the lone Elk rider in the bunch and the topic of all this gossip made his stomach clench, at least until he heard your voice sound.

“Hello Handsome.”

Turning around sharply his brows shot up only to drop in a grin seeing you stroking Tuo’s snout he nuzzled closer to you. Slowly his eyes took in the halter top dress in mint matching your hair tight till your hips where it playfully spun around you in your habitual thinking twists on your feet. Around Tuo Thranduil stepped and greeted you, “Managed to sneak away, Miss Pear?”

With a giggle you held out an apple you asked, “I saw this and wondered if after the race Tuo can have it?”

Thranduil chuckled saying as Tuo took a bite out of the apple making you giggle, “He can’t resist apples. Should help give him a boost if he has a hope for more after.”

You nodded, “I’ll do my best to sneak some more.” Looking to Tuo you stroked his shout as he finished the apple, “You’re going to show them all, aren’t you handsome? Just how marvelous you are.”

Proudly he chortled in return and you glanced at Thranduil when he spoke, “You know, when I do win, I’ll be getting a ticket to the Champion’s Ball,” His hand patted Tuo’s side in inching closer pretending his heart wasn’t racing faster in doing so, “I know you’ve wanted to see what it’s like. We could go together, if you’re up for it?”

Your name was called and before you hurried away you grinned up at him, “I can’t wait.” Looking to Tuo again you flashed him a wink saying, “See you in the winner’s circle. I’ll keep your roses ready for you.” He chortled again as you stepped away leaving Thranduil grinning madly.

But you see, the winner takes it all

The winner takes it all

From the inspection of the starting gates led to Thranduil’s hands clenching on the reigns before the starting jolt in their opening. All at once from an even two strides Tuo shot ahead and his steady lead only grew until you and your fight to hold back your giddy giggles ended in Thranduil’s hop down to guide Tuo to the waiting ring of roses to be strung around his neck for the pictures to follow the interview you gave.

So the winner takes it all

And the loser has to fall

Throw a dice cold as ice

Way down here someone dear

Takes it all has to fall

It seems plain why complain

The others all frowned in your choice winning. Gown chosen suiting his choice of tail bearing tux demanded for the occasion. Pictures were taken and into the Ball you had strode. An introductory speech was given and that was the last demanded of Thranduil leaving you and him in your seats. Not much was offered for dancing leaving you all mostly in your seats for small talk between a team of magicians hired for the night and leaning in closer to his side you whispered, “No wonder they don’t brag about the Ball.” Making him chortle and rub his face trying not to laugh any louder and draw attention to you both. Peering up at you he caught your smirk, “I’m in the mood for nachos, you?”

Smirking back he asked, “You ever bowled in a ball gown?” You shook your head with a giggle and his hand claimed yours to cradle, “Then My Lady, you have not lived. Allow me to right this egregious error.” Stealing a peck on your knuckles on the hand he held in your sneaking out.

So off you went and drawing the eye of those in town passing by the tiny bowling alley seemed to gather quite a crowd seeing you both giggle your ways back to giddiness between snacks and games and trips to the attached arcade for tickets and prizes. Nerves seemed to vanish as nudged into the photo booth by a bargain claiming Dam onto his lap you stumbled and in a flash a nose scrunching kiss was captured and soon followed by a more sensible one backed by a wall of roses.

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The Ice Cream Bandit

Day 20 –

“Loving you is as easy as breathing.”

“But you’re asthmatic.”

“Your point?”

Day 21 –

“Get out of my face before I hit you.

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

…

What you wouldn’t give for a Dragon about now. In a room of suitors you stared at yet another fake smiling three piece donning imbecile who pretended that the whole world didn’t know about his domestic assault charges an ex had filed and promptly dropped before the slew of yacht photos now flooding her social pages between pictures of the fleet of sports cars since having done so. Straight faced you greeted each of them as if you couldn’t feel your father’s eyes boring into you like drills demanding you choose the future owner of your life and crown. You had just gotten your books for your final year of University and had assumed you could be granted a tiny bit of freedom, unlike your mother who had mysteriously taken ill and was shipped back to her homeland to be with family before you could be brought home from middle school. It was since then that he had changed, a King with a secret is a dangerous thing.

At least you were allowed to school still for the time being, that is what you kept reminding yourself. The stroke of a finger against your shoulder down onto your chest granted the owner of said hand a heavy slam into his foot with your heel as you pleasantly said through his muffled groan, “Careful, someone else might take that contact the wrong way. I will give you ten minutes to hobble your chauvinistic ass out of the palace before I throw you off that balcony.”

A flash of a grin came in your pretending to notice another gentleman entering the room near the window to the balcony. The offender hobbled out and the entering male took it as his cue to lay on the charm while your threat was followed and your gaze lowered to the path outside the window overlooking the servant entrance to the kitchens. Again the same flash of blonde hair on the son of your family chef who you had seen and never been allowed to speak with outside of school. Always your allowed partner in classes, and in University the only one welcomed in the zone of nine chairs around you your guards kept for either themselves or to leave empty for monitoring.

Each time he would exit the door in between errands taking him either to the herb gardens or orchards for fresh supplies for the next course in a circle he would turn peering up at the windows. It was easy to find you today, head to toe in a white shimmering one shoulder gown hugging you to the knee where it flared out. Subtly his head would nod anytime he caught sight of you and a stolen stroke of his ear acted as your easily mistakable wave for a nervous twitch. It always meant the same when caught, ice cream would be waiting in your room, how he managed it each time you never knew but still even sharing your bowls in separate places was something, it had to be something, there had to be someone who would care about you and not who you were being forced to be.

“Loving you is as easy as breathing.”

That turned your gaze back to the visiting Lord, “But you’re asthmatic.”

His cocky grin only grew and he fired back, “Your point?”

Inhaling deeply you turned with a flash of a grin to return to your seat as the ‘entertainment’ was set to begin.

Past midnight screams rippled through the Royal Wing and with it Thranduil’s stomach clenched, they had only gotten worse since your last birthday and made it harder for him to remain silent. Even if he knew it was wrong he was held hostage to silence, where strangers would be thrown from the tallest tower for insulting your disrespecting you it seemed the King was exempt from that rule. Through a series of hidden tunnels he found your room and slipped inside, never would he use these forgotten pathways to spy on you or harm your reputation in any way but in your growing sadness he felt an urge to try and ease it, even if it was just a stolen bowl of ice cream with a nameless note on where to leave it for collection later.

Frozen in place he heard the King shout clearly, “YOU WILL BE BETROTHED BY NEXT METEOR FESTIVAL OR I WILL CHOOSE WHO SUCCEEDS MY CROWN MYSELF!!”

“FORGIVE ME FOR EVER ASSUMING THAT I WOULD BE TAKING UP THE CROWN AND WHO I WOULD BE FORCED TO LIVE WITH! I AM SO SORRY I DON’T HAVE THE REQUIRED APPENDAGE FOR A CROWN! ALL THOSE LESSONS ON RULING A KINGDOM JUST A WASTE FOR NO SON TO BENEFIT FROM THEM!! WHAT A FAILURE YOU MUST FEEL FOR NOT HAVING ANOTHER DICK TO FOLLOW YOU ONTO THE THRONE!!” Smirking to himself he heard a door slam and eased the bowl into the usual wardrobe hearing you storming your way back to your suite though for some reason he froze at the next slamming door and continued shouts from the clearly intoxicated King.

A heavy huff sounded in the bolting of your door and wide eyed in your entrance into your bedroom you froze seeing your ice cream bandit standing there equally as wide eyed. Hastily he pointed at the wardrobe, “Chocolate vanilla swirl, kiwi, strawberries, gummy bears and nerds, just how you like it.”

Unable to help it you smirked through a soft blush, “How can you say that with a straight face?” Shrugging in response in your glance at the wardrobe he slipped out of the room and into your study to pass through the door in the bookcase he closed behind him. Noticing you were alone you hurried to your study to turn around mumbling, “Where did you go?” An upward glance source of the shadow passing over you a white moth fluttering around the crystal coated light fixture on the ceiling had you mumble, “Can’t be you, my ice cream bandit. How could you get the bowl up here?”

Turning around you said, “Enjoy the light, and stay away from my sweaters.” Turning to change and curl up to your favorite late night court shows as you ate your ice cream.

In the kitchens again Thranduil froze once more seeing his father pointing at the candy pouches on the counter, “You are not avoiding the question this time, what are you doing with the Princesses’ candy stash? She leaves them specifically-,”

Thranduil huffed, “I took the Princess some ice cream.”

Oropher’s mouth dropped open, “We aren’t the wait staff! There are proper channels-!”

Thranduil, “I know! She didn’t see me!”

Oropher, “Even better! Sneaking into the Princesses’ suite! We could get sacked if you get caught! And you could get beheaded for damaging her reputation!”

Thranduil, “She’s my friend!” That stunned the chef even more, “She had a hard day, I didn’t take cocktails I left a bowl of ice cream and was gone before the King was through demanding she find a betrothed by the festival.”

Oropher was about to speak when his wife patted his shoulder saying, “I am certain he was careful, and does not cross this line often,” her eyes turned to her son who nodded.

“I would never! I just wanted to help her have something pleasant today to distract her form being bartered off.”

Oropher sighed, “Just be careful not to end your life over a bowl of ice cream.”

Three weeks of forced dinners weekly and events you would be dolled up for your true escape was another school party. Each time you were invited and the highest frat full of highly ranked children of Nobles would be there as usual each time you were demanded to go. It seemed the throne of Greater Greenwood was far too tempting for them to ignore, and as usual cameras were subtly stashed throughout with footage up for sale to the highest bidding tabloid for all the nonexistent gossip on you. Instantly they circled you and your skin began to crawl, a flash of white and you strolled after the life raft. Around your thighs your layered coral dress billowed and swayed on the breeze when you slipped out to the balcony.

Rolling his eyes Thranduil tugged at the tie he was forced to wear to attend this party, his braid was too tight and his vest was restrictive, but as always he found the balcony where he would sit watching the stars listening for any sign that you would need rescuing. Last time the ice sculpture tipped, a chair leg broke under a card player tipping him over the time before that, with a full power cut off as the worst he’d done with a snuck hand around your wrist tugging you to the night air guiding you out a back path your disguised guards had been relieved their allowed ally of yours was so prepped to aid in your protection. Heavily he dropped into the seat and sighed again releasing the button at the base of his neck then made work of his sleeves, unbuttoning one to roll up with the other after on his coral shirt matching your dress as per the allotted dress code for the evening.

The usual chatter sounded and then promptly died making him turn his head only to see you exiting the party on your way to his side making his brows inch up. Up at you he gazed and all at once you were wearing his jacket then on his lap with an arm slung around his shoulders with your lips pressed to his. Whispers flooded the party wondering where you’d gone as his jacket he’d set aside was eased on to hide your dress allowing you to be just another random couple in the crowd. It was meant to be one kiss and sure it still remained to be in the content rhythm broken into pace learning the motions of one another. Innocent yet growing more impassioned by the minute your fingers trailed along his cheek urging him on in a stolen flick of his tongue against your lip.

Surely you were just hiding, yet with his arms draped around your hips holding you on his lap flush against his chest that title and barrier of rank slipped away. Years he had left you treats to brighten your evening and now if all you wanted was this kiss he would savor it for as long as it lasted. No hint of alcohol was caught, only the hint of strawberries from your lip gloss that in a brush of your thumb under his lower lip was brushed away. Stolen fragments of glances at one another were taken in a pausing break for air, silent and uncertain how to carry on an inch closer from you brought his lips firmly back to yours again. Hours until the clock inside chimed a third time you remained fixed in his hold and grumbled at your arms retracting in a slow stroke over his shoulders.

He broke the silence, “We should get you back.” Wetting his lips he helped you up ensuring you remained blocked by his frame for the walk to the waiting car as the silently smirking guards followed along. Into the car he slid after you at a head nod from one of the guards who climbed onto the bench seat on the back while the other took the front seat. A subtle slide of his hand to yours along the seat calmed the tapping of your fingers when his palm covered the back of your hand in the folding of his fingers over your palm luring your fingers to fold in over his.

Parked again under the covered park a far from subtle call of the guards in your sheepish glance at Thranduil their heads dropped in bending to tie their shoes at once, though it was the tug on the Driver’s neck bringing him out of sight making you giggle under your breath in claiming another quick kiss once outside the car in passing over the jacket you had shrugged out of. In a whisper you flashed him a quick grin saying, “Night Dew Drop.”

In the rising of the guards and driver again he clenched his fingers around the jacket in his hands, “Goodnight, Princess Pear.” A yearning glance over your back in your path inside he waited for you to enter then turned to make way to the servant’s door, all the way to his room his grin spread with the warmth in his body from the feeling of your skin still lingering on his.

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Sure enough by morning the pictures had hit the press, and wide eyed over their breakfast table the Greenleaves stared at their son with pinking ears shoveling down his meal before racing off to his chores. They were thankful he was nameless at least and his face was blocked by yours, it really was just those glimmering heels of yours with custom crowns in the soles each designer made just for you ensuring each pair was specially checked for your safety and comfort. A secret betrothal was rumored, though all that was cast out of attention as word exploded of the King suffering a fatal blow to the back of his head while you were found stabbed in the shoulder with a chord loosely around your neck.

It was everywhere, the guards flooded in around you seeing you to the hospital in Lothlorien under the watch of your distant cousin King Amroth, who had spent the better part of the day since your landing there fighting that you not be forced into marriage. Clearly distraught he sat waiting to hear how you were, the attack worsened in the media by the minute until he gathered himself enough to say that he had attacked you in a drug and alcohol induced rage. His balance clearly hindered as one kick sent him back into a fireplace mantel edge. Not two hours alter the surprisingly clean wound was sealed and the bruises around your neck said it all.

Where some had expected full refusal of your place you were the only heir and the council fell gladly in line, those all taking glee in the fact that their daughters now held a better standing in their futures in your being taken as the full and rightful ruler of the Greater Greenwood. Times had changed, and finally it seemed the monarchy was following the rest of the world, no more forced events, no more orders to marry anyone but the one of your choosing. A simple statement by you was had, bruises on full display, that you were taking up your place on the throne and anyone deeming themselves tempted to try stealing rule away by marriage was welcome to leave your lands in search for another crown.

It seemed a tad harsh, until the tidal wave inquiry you took into the actual deals your father had struck. School was on hold as you scoured through them all and the tipping point was found, a trio of Lords, all hung, who had been trifling of pieces of the crown for themselves had been flushed out into the public eye, fully stripped of their titles and financial assets you poured into public fundings that had been long over looked. A full month had passed and after a highly publicized coronation overshadowing the funeral of the fallen and badly used King had the lands settled calmly enough for a startling show of your place back to class. Sparsely at first, as you were due in meetings most days of the week, but you caught up your exams and even stole a highly photographed innocent lunch with Thranduil.

Each day you had settled more into your new tasks and also your new wing of the palace, a troubling thought for Thranduil as there had been no tunnels he could find to bring you your treats subtly, or chances to catch you through a window to see how you were that day. All he could find was a ledge leading to your balcony just across from his family cottage. Supplies in a bag he snuck to the wall staring at the ledge well above his reach.

A clearing of a throat made him flinch back looking one of your guards over, “Careful there, popping up on someone like that.”

Another guard behind him said, “Oh really? And just what is your reasoning for staring at this wall?”

Guard 1, “Someone might think you’re up to something.”

Thranduil shook his head saying, “Thought I saw a moth. Now, let me pass and get out of my face before I hit you.”

The pair smirked and Guard 2 replied, “I don’t care if you’re 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

Thranduil scoffed, “I hit people! You don’t know me.”

Guard 1 nodded and grabbed Thranduil’s wrist turning him around to face the wall before they crouched to grip his legs at the knee and said, “Hurry up there Tiny Tulkas and grab the ledge before the next patrol comes by.” When he made it onto the ledge he glanced down at the guards strolling away then turned to continue on. Through the open double doors on your balcony he strolled and looked around at the King’s quarters your Grandfather had once lived in now decorated to suit your own tastes. Setting down his bag on your coffee table he heard you changing in your bedroom, the turning of your doorknob as it was all set out he cleared his throat warning you of his place there.

A sheepish grin later and he saw you smirking up at him crossing the room in your pajamas to see just what he’d brought you. A faked need to wait for the guards to pass by led to his curling up beside you enjoying the sugary treat and eventually to your falling asleep on the couch. If there was concern of your reputation it didn’t last long as a trio of maids continued their verification checks on your safety and claimed the chance to cover you both up and leave keeping the secret with them. It seemed their new Queen had a secret too, but the matching acorn birthmarks on your ankles soon gave reason for why there was a new face attending the Meteor Festival who kept a firm hold on the Queen’s hand until you were pulled away. But little was left to imagine as per your relationship status when in looking up at the meteor shower he stood behind you with his arms draped around your middle grinning as you melted back against his chest with a spreading smile of your own at his kiss on your cheek.

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Faithfully Yours

Bring him home by Luke Evans , the final Prompt, and she left the most heart breaking for last, so here’s an old idea i’ve had for a while

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Warning, battlefield c section mentioned, not really gruesome in being done but haunting to the oc who performed it i’ll ad -- around it

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Five years, was all that stood between you. Servant to King Dior, his personal messenger as your Father stood as his Personal Guard and your Mother stood as Handmaiden to Queen Nimloth. Between messages you were free to your own leaving plenty of time for you to absently pass the shop of your focus with the blonde as equally set on stealing delivery paths to the Palace himself to steal glimpses of you. Two servants of varying stations meant to keep you separate but well below the Nobles you all served.

But fire came raining down form the sky and while your parents raced one way you raced the other. A trip to Gondolin had been planned and things were mostly packed so in a stolen path into the armory while the forces scattered a baggy set of mithril chain mail was taken and slid under your hunting garb you donned when the Princess Earwing felt the urge to test her bow and was in need of someone to *cough, cough* ‘outdo’. Vases flew and looking more like you were expecting you raced into the crowds fleeing the city through the paths your cousins were guiding them through after refusing to chase after the stubborn Princess shouting for the Feanoreans to come and face her themselves.

You were not an idiot, you had seen those flames and heard the cries of their assumed foes before and had no wish to remain, simply tore the shimmering stone from her hand and knocked her out allowing her other servants to carry her off in a sack to safety while you carried your own treasured hoard. All night you raced and finally came to a stop seeing the endless plumes of smoke filling the sky in the distance while echoes of the shouts of failure wafted on the breeze. Turned to face the sight pale blue eyes still locked on your back neared you admiring the flickers of moonlight lighting your white golden curls laying in a frayed leaf and twig filled braid down your dirt and soot coated back of your armored shirt over the bright red light that had lit you up in a pinkish hue in his brief glimpses in your fleeing.

Clearing his throat you turned and his mouth went dry having your silver speckled purple eyes on him, “Ada said we have room in our tent, Naneth smells rain.”

“Oh,” you glanced to the tent seeing his mother standing there with a soft encouraging grin, “Thank you.” Again your head swiveled and you stated, “I doubt they are here, however I cannot help but look…”

“I understand. I am certain when we cross Helcrax and arrive in Lindon proper name records will be taken for those who are misplaced.”

You nodded and flashed him a weak grin, there were no tears, no, you had far too much hope just yet to accept that end. Inside the open tent you ducked and accepted the corner they offered, laying your bag down they watched your hand remain fixed on your belly narrowing their gaze until they saw the armored cloak of yours unhooked and baggy mithril raised with the slip of an arm out the sleeve to free the sleeping toddler Princes from the slings draped around your neck and shoulders.

Thankfully they had slept the whole way and remained sleeping still with only peeks of their periwinkle eyes glancing up at you to close again as you brushed their white curls from their faces. There in that tent a promise was made, you now had two brothers and your place now was with your cousins who led the escape eager to keep up the ruse. With your family so close to the ruling family none really could say otherwise it wasn’t true past a knowing few unwilling ever to endanger the children you had stolen.

God on high

Hear my prayer

In my need

You have always been there

Helcrax seemed to never and bore the only cold your kin would ever suffer, but you and your cousins in the line tapering back to Ulmo’s only child forged ahead burrowing tunnels with swipes of your hands in turns forming tunnels the masses walked through until you tired yourselves out. Waking topped in thin layers of snow you burst free and begun your rounds again until a flash of green appeared on the other side of your icy wall letting in a gust of warm air through the endless tunnel closing in behind those in the back from the growing storm blocking you from the few Noldor forces chasing after your numbers.

Lindon held nothing but pain in no openings for you or real sense of space for your kin leading to your joining those who decided to head East, mainly those of lower rank not accepted well in the nearly full lush society. Another endless stretch led you past the lush green plains and hills and the Misty Mountains blocking off those on the other side until a curious band of dark and fiery haired Elves peered out of their forest and issued their curious shimmering expelled kin an invitation to dwell in their lands.

It is hard to say how but on the road new ranks had been set and Orophin now headed your people. His generous nature and disposition led to the Silvans accepting him as their King as well in the construction of the new kingdom to house your kin and theirs alike. But still alliances were kept and when it came time to choose Head Servant to the King one choice was clear. The twins were tasked to grow one day to sit on the Council and were cared for by the Queen herself in her adoration of the boys to keep them close and protected always within your view.

He is young

He's afraid

Let him rest

Heaven blessed

Battle was imminent and to stave off a countless stream of attacks the King had taken to locking himself away with maps and pouring over plans to try and save his men, though little to no plans ever saw completion in his deteriorating consciousness and mental capacities to follow. There were no Elves, but orcs and Goblins to face here in battle and the inexperienced King seemed to be teetering near his end. At the end of his parchment coated desk with scattered maps between he shifted a page for Thranduil to get a better glimpse of in hopes of hearing his opinion on the matter when the door opened and you walked through with tray in hand you set down right on top of the map making the King stare up at you in a weakened glare from his exhaustion.

“Nieninque! I did not call for a meal!”

Instantly your head tilted and Thranduil’s lips pursed in the crossing of your arms, “I noticed!” You had never so much as cleared your throat loudly in his presence since first you had spoken and never had spoken so boldly to him since his being named as King. “You have not taken any meal for a week now and for my own safety I have made inquiry into quarters in Lothlorien. After all if the King cannot protect his own health how is he to defend the safety of his people.” On your heel you turned and dropped your hands to your sides to open and close the door behind you in your usual peaceful silent manner so opposite to your previous behavior.

In a near growl the King plopped into his seat behind him leaving his stunned Prince lost for words watching him lift his fork and stab into one of the tiny boiled potatoes in the veggie mix beside the strips of seasoned chicken and ham he bit into and mumbled to himself around each bite clearing his plate then stormed his way off to bed. Heavily he dropped and did not wake for nearly a day but when he had a stunning plan marking no casualties at all came right away to him and with it a basket of sliced fruit came to your door with a highly thick apologetic note.

It was never mentioned what you had said outside his family and it would be a lie to say it had been the last. You were granted that freedom, it was never in malice or contempt of anything past their loss of common sense easily set right again.

Bring him home

A heart is quite a resilient thing, to break and break and still go on beating. That barrier remained and for all the clear respect you held it was never to be that he could be yours, a trip to Lothlorien sealed that in your very soul burning the words on the walls of your heart. The Prince found his Princess, a cousin of King Amroth’s wife Nimrodel, who upon return caught on right away to the sting of poison flowing through your body in a flinch of your gaze to the ground in bowing your head greeting the new Princess, who in all but eye color and the looseness of the waves in her waist length hair compared to your wall of self controlling curls often pooling into your face even in a complex braid. Instantly she felt your pain and then never a trace of it again in the more startling burial of it behind your unnoticed façade with tears none but you and the stars on your nightly stroll along the isolated peaks bore witness to.

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Fire again came and with it the departure of the armed forces. Under guard of the twins Queen Taule left for Lothlorien and a few days behind her you and the heavily pregnant Princess traveled after in full caravan of guards. It seemed to come from nowhere, a hidden bear trap snapping the wheel of the carriage making it tip signaling your holding the Princess safely from the crash and taking the pain for yourself. Armed and free of the carriage you led her and the lone guard to safety, or tried to, two whistles flew and pained groans sounded. Instantly the guard was gone and the Princess collapsed to her knees gripping her belly as the arrow in her shoulder released its poison. Panting from the shock of it you stopped and turned to face the trio of orcs still on your tail, one by one they fell and echoes of more approaching nearly a mile off.

At her side onto your knees you fell teary eyed knowing how little you knew of correcting black arrows or mending injuries such as this in her own teary sobs realizing how this would affect her husband. A dagger was pressed into your palm and your eyes fell to it as she whimpered, “Save my child.” Your eyes met hers and tears rolled down your cheeks from your wide eyes, “That is an order! We have little time left before they are upon us, save my child! Only you I trust him with, only you! Only you could love them as I have.” Inhaling sharply she lowered your hand to her belly she had already torn the silk and tulle layers draped across it, “Now!” A stick she found was pressed between her teeth as you could see her glow waning already, if the poison wouldn’t kill her she would fade before you could manage this.

Screams filled the growl filled forest as the trees surrounding you fought to buy you time, a few moments was all she got and tearfully she held her crying son swaddled in her shawl she had kept clean between her raised knees. Just like that she was gone and again so were you, with all you could carry of the supplies running until you had to stop at an impossible tide restrictive river blocking your way. Gently you washed him clean along with the shawl you hung to dry while using another you had taken to keep him close to your heart hoping he would remain silent. Though hunger eventually hit and with it another discovery came, a faint glow in the stream whispered to you to nurse the child and surprisingly milk was granted to you enabling you to do so. Tearfully you kept your word keeping him fed, warm, clean and quiet, hiding him in a sling under your cloak as you found the way into Lothlorien.

Silent and slightly broken you took a corner of the hall granted to the visiting servants and guards remaining silent and distant with your hood drawn worrying many passing you in the word of King Oropher’s fall stirring up screams from Queen Taule doubling at the news of the injured return of her son. All seemed to be lost and silent you remained still feeling the blood on your hands from the act you had been ordered to commit.

On the moment of his arrival the Prince now King had ordered a search for his pregnant wife when news that your caravan had never arrived, one that returned with news of the butchering of the Queen taking his unborn son so far from his due date. He ordered the room be cleared, he wanted to be alone. Everything had changed and in his mind all had been lost, for nothing with regrets of the issue to evacuate the Royal Family from Amon Lanc.

Silent and alone you went catching the gaze of the twins, who broke the King’s solitude to inform him you had arrived, possibly with an explanation. Straight through you were ushered and in the dropping of your cloak he saw at once you had witnessed all that had occurred. Straight to his side you went in his stunned silence as he struggled against tearing his stitches to sit up and hold you tightly to ease your pain. With trembling lips you drew in a breath then eased back your cloak parting his lips in seeing the familiar shawl in your arms. Down you sat breaking rank so he wouldn’t injure himself, on his chest the boy was cradled in his own approaching sobs from the tears filling his eyes.

Broken and in a gasp you spoke, “I’m sorry!” Again you exhaled drawing out the Queen’s personal dagger in another cloth still bearing your prints and her dried blood, “So very sorry!” Again you gasped a breath and in a soft whimper of the boy the twins peeked inside with parted lips seeing the King kissing the head of his premature son far bigger than he should have been showing he had been well fed and protected since his terrifying birth. “I could not remove the arrow, and more were coming, and she ordered-,” Your lips quivered again and tears poured down your cheek as your body began to slide off the bed so you would be on your knees. “I killed the Queen. I fully accept-,”

Harshly his hand gripped one of your thighs and jerked you back up onto the bed to lay at his side, right where he held you tightly and closed his eyes in a sniffle while his son nodded off to the sound of his heart beat. Tossing the dagger to the ground he kept his hold on you and the pair of you wept for your losses until you fell asleep to be discovered by the former Queen in her arrival with food and fresh bandages. Tears fell from her eyes as her stirring son allowed her to take hold of the infant freeing him to dry your blotchy cheeks and pull you closer to his side closing his eyes again.

No punishment was to be taken, not when elation spread that the Prince, however a gruesome method in doing so, had been saved. Clearly you had expected to face execution but in being granted milk by the Valar Ulmo the title of Queen Mother had been granted to you along with the protection and nursing of the young Prince the former Queen herself had chosen you for. Hours he had thanked you when you had first woken and a familiar tale you had told of your mother had told you of the trees with the tiniest leaves in the first breath of spring bringing the most hope had secured the name for the tiny boy, the tiny green leaf that brought so much hope to the people for better things to come one day.

As often as he required to gradually learn all that had been said or done by or around you the King soon learned all and gained even more respect and adoration for you in all you had endured with still such kindness and love for the infant you were intertwined the life of eternally.

He's like the son I might have known

If God had granted me a son

The summers die

One by one

How soon they fly

On and on

And I am old

And will be gone

Times were growing tough and once again the prince found himself witness to your temper in his own struggle to put off sleep to dig through papers having stacked up in his weeks of healing. The cool sting of metal now unsheathed form his very hip found his own sword to his throat. Up his hand went and around your wrist it wrapped, clearly he could disarm you and yet when his eyes met yours he relented slightly uncertain of why.

“Bed, now.”

With a sigh he said, “I must finish reading these reports.”

“Either way you are near to dropping, if it is what it takes I will read you to sleep.”

Relenting to your will as his father had done the blade was traded for the reports and a new tradition was shared, him in bed as you read the reports he required each night from a stool along the wall until he fell asleep. Soon there had been plans to construct a second Palace in the Northern peaks and between trips to oversee that his time was most spent with you and his son.

The boy loved you, whole heartedly and between nights laying up staring at the stars with the both of them, climbing trees and running through fields of tall grass and flowers none could ever tell him he was anything but yours. Yet his teens had come and gone and with adulthood came with a curiosity for the Elleth that had carried him when it finally settled in that you and his father were not bound and both clearly was suffering from that fact.

Bring him peace

Bring him joy

He is young

He is only a boy

With walls came puppets and spies. Sauron and Melkor, both disguised for many held no sway over your knowledge of them in their many visits to King Dior. Shadows spread and in a try to find the best plan to alert the now haze minded King you had no clue how to waken. Away you had to go, past the band of Dwarves and Hobbit once you had been captured in your flight their shouts sounded as you were beaten unconscious and chained in side the cage with the tiniest Dwarf now cowering at the fiery gaze of the metal clad puppets now patrolling the halls of the kingdom.

The pair left returning to guide the Elf King to march upon the mountain himself for the gold inside to wipe out his armies, a troubling task itself even with the haze his mind was under. A fiery haired Elleth far too distracted in searching the skies slipped back inside in time to see your capture and in their flight snuck in to bring down the puppets and use the keys to let you and the company free.

Behind her the Prince had snuck and into your barrel he jumped refusing to leave while Tauriel lingered with Bilbo to help him into a spare barrel for the ride to Laketown. A trade of rings after one of gold was spotted in passing left the Hobbit elated at the sapphire ring able to shift him into a white dove whenever he wished and back again just the same, much preferred over the shadowy paths his left him wandering.

A bargain had been struck, another ring granted, one to freeze the giant beast and any of fire hoping to attack them enabling them to break apart with axes without trouble in return for humoring the Elf King and drawing things out as long as he could without drawing blood. Away you turned and sighed seeing Legolas staring you down, “You are mistaken if you imagine I am letting you go alone.”

Turning away you mumbled, “We can add this to the list of reasons to execute me.”

Instantly spurring up an argument lasting hours between the duo against you until Tauriel finally asked, “Just where is our destination?”

“King Thorondor’s domain.”

Legolas excitedly asked, “The Eagles? We’re going to see the Eagles?!”

The excitement died however at the straight climb up the endless peak for days on end finally a landing was gripped and you crawled up onto it and helped the duo up after you only to knock Legolas down at a swooping talon ended foot slashing to Legolas, who you covered. “WHO DARES ENTER OUR DOMAIN?!”

Kneeling forward nearly to the ground you replied, “Please forgive me, I have come to request your aid.”

“What task could possibly lead you to imagine we would aid you nameless Elleth?!”

“We have discovered Sauron’s Ring and require aid in entering Mordor.”

A round of screeches sounded as you all gripped the cracks in the ledge you were on in the gusts their flapping wings stirred up. “HOW DARE YOU BRING THESE MATTERS HERE!”

A sudden lurch to Legolas had his eyes widen and you jerk him down again to cover him as he squeaked out, “Naneth!”

“Don’t hurt them, please! I led them here! Don’t hurt them!” Gripping him tightly under you the shadow of the giant Eagle above you inspecting the pair of you and Tauriel curled up at your sides for a moment.

Above you the Eagle King spoke firmly, “Leave and never return!” Silently you nudged the pair back to the long climb down and quietly you vanished from their keep and you especially did not speak until you reached the bottom and you sat down in the snow bank there drying your lingering tears from the shock of what had happened.

To yourself you muttered, “I hoped they would help.”

Legolas crouched before you saying when your eyes met his, “Naneth, we will find a way.”

Tauriel nodded, “And they will greatly regret not aiding in our adventure.”

With a nod you stood and mumbled to yourself, “Adventure…” Continuing on the path taking you to the distant plumes of smoke and ash.

You can take

You can give

Let him be

Let him live

If I die, let me die

Let him live

Atop another peak you crouched eyeing the flaming darkened city making Legolas’ eyes go wide until you said, “The river.”

They both looked at you and you pointed out a tiny river flowing under the Eastern wall making Legolas ask, “The river lets us in, then what do we do about all of them?”

With a smirk you answered, “We break the dam.” His brow inched up and you showed him the dam located half a mile from the river used to power a great deal of machines parting their lips. “You can wait here, if you wish.”

Tauriel, “We are not abandoning you, Queen Mother.”

Legolas, “Naneth, you should know well enough the stubbornness of Elves to question our loyalty to you.”

Oddly frigid water led you inside to follow the currents to a set of rocks you used for cover to start the path to the dam with tossed rocks far in the distance to spur up distractions to remain unseen. Up a rocky path you climbed and to a set of mechanisms you climbed a built in ladder and broke the securing bolts and seals of the pipes around the dam building the pressure making you cling together in the wall of water crashing down into the city stirring up a call to open the gates. That however would take time, and you used it to your advantage to muster up a raft you bent the water to urge it towards Mt Doom. Up the ridge you ran and after tossing the ring away into the lava the pair pulling the raft helped you ease it into the water at your sign and held on for you to ride the waves of water pouring out through the gates.

Earth cracking below you had you leaping off at the last moment to roll to safety and spend a few elated giggling moments on the edge of oblivion before rolling to your knees for the walk home again. A shadowy path however led you right into a trap, one of riders from Gondor who had seen your path to the darkened now disappeared city. The ring had bored deep into the minds of those corrupted and it would take time to free those minds and with Gondor being so close the effects were so much stronger. Hard shoves and blows were given until you again were thrown into a cell coughing across the cold stone floor with the duo in separate cells across from you staggering to their knees shouting your name at your slow rise.

Eventually you did after a few room settling moments and spat blood into the corner in your wincing rise to your feet at the nearing of another guard. A sudden grip of your braid and tug on his chain mail sleeve to bring him in reach had your braid around his neck parting the lips of the duo across from you listening to his heart slow as he stopped struggling. Right after he slipped unconscious you let the chokehold loose and grabbed the keys on his belt freeing yourself and them after. Through the city muffled shouts and cries came with every person knocked out along the way until you were finally in possession of your things and free again to slip into the night on the moonless night.

The race however came to an abrupt end in your steadily slowing pace to a trot and near collapse bringing the attention of the duo to the dagger you had sutured in your thigh, the blood loss from which had your eyes rolling back in a slump forward. They tried to catch you, but a much larger foot did instead. Far from over head in their path of monitoring the tasks and paths you had taken a pair of Eagles had followed you, one now carrying you and the other, who snatched up Legolas and Tauriel.

Bring him home

Execution was the last of your worries, or would be had you not been unconscious. Locked inside your apartment you were seen to on the hour every hour as the Prince and Tauriel were questioned thoroughly by the King. It wasn’t the corruption, the shadows or even the number of people having been locked away to send his stomach churning, but the thought of finding your blood stained apartment, now scrubbed clean, without any sight of you, his son or Tauriel.

It was right there, always right there. How he loved his Wife so easily, she was the version of you he was allowed to project his adoration onto, and what was worse she knew it, mentioned it often his bond with you he brushed off as friends. It was always more, the pregnancy news that sent him full panic at, now he realized not being yours, calmed when you were the one to find him off riding on his Elk in a faked need to scout supplies for a gift. You said he would be a great father, a great King, but he never wanted her, it was all yours. None of this would be here without you, his father surely would have lost it all, none could have passed Middle Earth or the Misty Mountains, and surely wouldn’t have passed Helcrax.

There was such a peace when you were named Queen Mother, everything felt right, but that damn bed, that damn empty bed he no longer realized as you read him to sleep and bled into his dreams only to shatter him at waking alone. He had found peace with you. A peace shattered when your bloody limp body was left in the middle of a garden by Eagles followed by his son and Captain of the Guard behind you to share how you had been injured.

The weight weighed heavily on Legolas, he swore he had seen a dagger in that final hall be drawn on him and you made the Man go flying with your punch, you were safe, you were supposed to be safe. But he didn’t get it, you loved him, and he meant more to you than life itself. Thranduil repeated the very sentiment you had shared with him when he confronted you about his birth mother, when you had given him the still bloody dagger expecting him to take revenge. But he dropped it and clung to you. Teary eyed he sat watching his father leave after the tightest hug he’d ever received from him that stirred a lingering ache in his ribs. You chose his barrel, the sturdiest and least likely to leak, you chose his portions always bigger than yours, you covered him when facing the Eagles and pled for their safety saying nothing for yourself.

That was love. Unflinching and selfless. Life was meaningless if he wasn’t safe and happy, you knew there would be sadness but he had time to be happy again if you fell in his place. So much had been sacrificed and it all returned to every pained glance you never knew he saw. He knew your smile, your laugh, the pure joy exuding from you when you were with him, and then is father would come and each glance, word and step closer or apart held a weight he couldn’t place, the same the opposite way. It never ended the tension and finally that dam was to break and he would make certain that all left unsaid would be unspoken somehow. It all had to come out, or surely you would drown from the blood seeping out of your torn open heart.

Quietly he sat replaying each moment he had missed sharing all he thought of you and as you slept, just as in your absence he wrote it all out for you. One journal turned to two and on his reach for a third after two weeks asleep your eyes opened and he stood crossing to plant his knee on the bed, “You are never to leave these walls again.”

Inhaling sharply you took that as your eternal imprisonment until his hands claimed yours in your reach to surrender to being bound and they were planted over your head in a warm kiss melting into forty three after ending with his settling at your side reaching for the first journal as you panted, “How long have we been back?”

“Two weeks and two days. Now rest.”

He opened the journal and you asked, “Shouldn’t you-,”

“Shhh. You will rest, and you will listen until I have read it all and long after until you have shared it all as well, by then the wedding service will be prepared.”

“Who is getting married?”

“We are.” Kissing you in a nestling hold to draw you closer to his chest for him to rest his cheek on top of your head and begin to read.

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Oh Honey Pt 2

… Pt 1

“Spare me your pity, I don’t need it”

“You are confusing my pity with love.”

…

Out in the cover of nightfall as your patience waned you gripped the saddle to your horse you raised up to your horses’ back over the sheet you laid down to cushion the heavy saddle. Carefully you secured the straps and moved to collect the bridle that when you turned to it the leather and metal bindings sat in Thranduil’s palm. “Running away?”

“I am not running.”

Thranduil nodded as you accepted the bridle you eased over your steed’s face, “Slinking away under the cover of the moon and stars, I would call that running.”

With a sigh you replied, “I can’t just wait here for Elrond to fancy a trip home again.”

Thranduil, “You have been through a harrowing ordeal not two days past-,”

Sharply you turned to him with a glare, “Spare me your pity, I don’t need it. He wasn’t my brother, just another male assuming he had any form of ownership over someone he assumed weaker than him! He attacked me, one of you four killed him protecting me. I’m not angry, I’m not mourning, I am determined to see the end of this!”

Moving closer to you his hand covered yours as you slung the reigns over the not of the saddle you had moved to try and climb onto, “You are confusing my pity with love.” In confusion your eyes narrowed in the tilt of your head up at him making him shake his head, “That is not what I meant to say.”

“Good, because I would never assume you loved me.” You scoffed back defensively.

Furrowing his brows he replied, “I love you.”

“You don’t know me!” You replied hastily making him huff this time as you stepped up into your stirrup and climbed up on the saddle making him reach over and grip the base of the reigns at your steed’s head while he walked around it to grab the reigns on his already saddled steed you hadn’t noticed.

“I know you far better than you presume others capable from a distance you defend.” Uncertain, the glance from you over his expression made him wet his lips and he added, “Also you have a great love for his world and the history it holds, of which I am a part, so in some minute way you have a love for me in return.” Up onto his own saddle he climbed after releasing your reigns and turned his head to catch your eye, “Not just these horses but you have stolen my heart as well.” In a confirming pat that his satchel of supplies he packed was still behind him he says, “We began this journey together and Tulkas himself could not part me from aiding its end at your side.”

Playfully you respond, “You do realize you have a bit of an addiction to over dramatize things, don’t you?”

“Coming from the woman who pretends to find no shock in her own absurd actions I take that as a complementation of our settling into a courtship.”

“I am certain your wife will have something to say about that.” Making his mouth fall open readying to clarify your mistake.

“That is not all you are intending on taking with you, is it?” Your head turned seeing Glorfindel, also with his saddled steed surrounded by the twins, all with ample supplies, “You would surely starve, My Lady.”

Rolling your eyes you said, “Just lead the way to Lothlorien before the whole city saddles up, My Lord.”

Smirking at you he chuckled and Ellohrir stated, “No need for such formalities,” Turning with the two around him to guide the way.

Elladan, “We are to spend a great deal of weeks together in crossing the Misty Mountain Pass.”

Shaking your head you followed the trio only to hear Thranduil say, “I believe that was sarcasm,” the details of which he broke into leading you grateful of the steady trot getting you closer to stopping Celebrimbor from doing something impossibly foolish and damning for the whole world you had fallen into.

Closer and closer you grew and in your first night up on the Mountain Pass you sat staring up at the stars while the trio set up their bedrolls inside the onion tent, a calming addition for Thranduil at spending nights with you again. Straight to your side he strode and sat down keeping his gaze on you and not the stars shining so brightly they reflected in your eyes and coated you in a gentle glow under your wolf jacket. Lowly he stated, “I have never taken a Wife.”

Turning your head you looked him over saying, “But then what about your son, Legolas?”

“How do you know of this?” He asked in a tone more of adoring wonder as to how you knew of his child without any having stated him having one. Your silent stare at him had him answering, “Two centuries past I was coerced into taking a Consort, who not ten years past birthed my son shockingly early due to unforeseen strain and faded not long after his first breath.”

“Unforeseen strain?”

“Our borders were breached and Lattea was startled by the battle horns sounding so early while she slept. There was no danger but such a sudden shock in so delicate a time ended badly.”

“Consort, so, she was your mistress?”

Wetting his lips his eyes darted from yours in thought then back again, “It is, in this tongue difficult to explain. We marry once, and in hopes of an heir Nobles are able to take Consorts until we find out Ones Eru has destined for us to spend eternity with. It is merely a physical agreement to aid in a child.”

“Did you love her?”

“No.”

“You knew her for centuries, slept with her, what, hundreds of times-,”

“Fifteen.”

“Fi-, fifteen?”

“Yes, Elleths have certain ovulation cycles, and upon those occasions I assure you it was nothing amorous. Plainly cordial and intent upon one purpose. Between those occasions our contact was limited to withhold any bonds of affections.”

“You didn’t love her, but you slept with her, and now you say you love me, for what reason?”

“What has reason to do with love?”

“I mean, what are you expecting in return?”

“I expect your happiness and safety in return. What else could I expect? This is no bargain, there is no contract, no terms, not until a union would be agreed upon and only then verbal between us and the Valar to bind us as one in matrimony, should I win your affections in return.” For a moment his eyes narrowed in the slight blush on your cheeks before you looked forward settling your chin on your knees tucked up under your coat. “Why would you presume intended to gain from my love for you?”

“I don’t know! I’ve never had anyone tell me they love me before.” Making his lips begin to part at the worry in your tone, “I only met you a few weeks ago, and you’re a Prince, with a son and a family no doubt expecting great things of the person you choose. What could I-,”

Hastily he moved to crouch in front of you silencing you as his eyes locked on yours with his hands settling on your boot covered ankles, “Do not doubt yourself, or your greatness in my eyes. You may yet see it for yourself, however my parents will adore you, as will Legolas in his growth, he is still a toddler and quick to love yet even had he been older he would treasure his bond with you.” Just barely your lips parted and he said, “I will love you for all that you are, were and ever could grow to be. Title or no title-.” Without pause you leaned forward and your lips found his silencing him.

Pulling back you looked over his stunned expression and asked, “Was I not supposed to do that? I though you wanted me to…” Hastily your legs pulled out of your jacket and you stood up saying, “Never mind, forget I did.”

Quietly you hurried back to the tent and tugged out of your boots and burrowed inside your sleeping bag pulling the comforter over your head making the three look from you to Thranduil in the front flap still blushing from your kiss who eased his sleeping bag closer to yours after sealing the tent flap. Cross legged on his sleeping bag he sat staring at your pile of blankets as you slowly drifted off after a fight not to cry from embarrassment. Through the night he sat up choosing to take watch while the others chose to let him wait on explaining what had happened between you until morning.

But the explanation didn’t come as he was still waiting on you leading to their stepping out to start on breakfast, the first sign of stirring from you had him inching closer to you in anticipation. Half unaware of where you were or even what had happened in the past week you emerged from your warm layers brushing the blankets down to your middle lazily easing your crossed legs out into the cool air. A turn of your head had your eyes flinch wider as it all came back to you in Thranduil’s hands looping around your legs and back pulling you onto his lap for his lips to crash into yours. For a few brief moments he poured all his pent up emotions and yearning to do this very thing.

Lost to a whirling derby of your thoughts from the sudden bout of physical display of affection your eyes slowly cracked open in the tap of his lips to your cheek just by your ear. Lowly he hummed sweetly by your ear, “Elven courtship is rather restrictive. Kindly forgive my restraint in displaying my affections publicly until our courtship is secured with my parents.”

Sheepishly you replied just above a whisper, “So, it’s a secret then?”

His head drew back and sweetly again his lips met yours, “Not a secret, merely more emotional than physically demonstrated. You understand?”

“Not really, but I suppose I’ll have to get used to not understanding things.” In his gentle brush of a strand of your curls from your face to behind your ear you glanced out the tent flap seeing one twin shove the other out of sight in his own dive leaving Glorfindel staring straight up turning in a circle before walking out of sight making you sigh. “I suppose they’ll be sworn to secrecy then?”

When you looked to Thranduil again he kissed your cheek and helped you out of his lap saying, “No swearing necessary.” He glanced at the empty view outside adding, “I will aid them in preparing breakfast and allow you to ready for the day, my Love.” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips in a rise to join the others closing the flap behind him so you could change.

…

From snow coated rocky paths towards a distant patch of green you traveled and continued off into the wide green ahead. A glance back at you in the nearing of the great forest you had been aiming for revealed a glint of silver between your fingers, upon closer inspection it was a coin easing over, between and under your fingers in a loop until the horses came to a halt on the forest’s edge. Palming the coin you glanced at the men, Ellohrir took the task of explaining, “We continue on foot from here.”

“Oh, okay…seems to defeat the speed aspect of the mission.” You mumbled in swinging your leg back to climb down. Stroking the neck of your horse you let the reigns fall slack and looked ahead to the winding path between mountains of trees stretching on for what seemed forever. A change in the foliage had you peering upwards as your hand released hold of the leather straps in your wandering path off to the side in absently trailing the path of a glowing butterfly flock. Lowering your gave however had a shriek escaping you in your stumble backwards straight into Glorfindel’s chest in his try to guide you back to the right path. Wide eyed you stared at the equally as startled blonde staring at you.

Elladan hopped over a root asking, “Is everything alright, My Lady?”

“I, just, wandered nearly into this guy.” Looking him over you asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be Haldir?” The name made his brows knit together in confusion for all else you said.

Glorfindel stated, “I do not believe he speaks the common tongue, My Lady.”

“Orophin, perhaps?” Another tensing of his brows making you tap your chest saying, “Tiny,” pointing at him you asked, “Rumil Halmirion?” With a nod he looked you over and you glanced around and pointed to your right, “Lothlorien?”

Glorfindel, “It is not spoken of by that name here.”

“Oh, no, I know it, the um, Lori-, Lori-something-land?” Making your group chuckle, “Though Haldir called it, Caras, something…”

In Elvish Glorfindel spoke to the blonde who bowed his head and looked you over raising his flat hand in return to your quick wave in your being led aside back to the original path. Peering over at you Thranduil took your side offering you the reigns and said, “Careful, there are many safe holds in these lands to keep strangers out.”

“Even if I’m traveling with you?”

Glorfindel chuckled saying, “No telling who you might be. The Prince has been taken as missing, you could be holding him ransom.”

“Oh yes, because I’m some mountain sized dragon able to hypnotize others to do my bidding.”

Ellohrir looked to you then to Thranduil, “Sarcasm!” Pleased at his having caught the hints making you giggle in their ripple of pleased grins.

Elladan stated, “Naneth will love you. Our grandparents too.”

“Hmm, I’m not overly Galadriel, in the books she takes a dark turn…”

The twins’ brows knitted together asking, “Galadriel?”

“Finarfin’s daughter?”

Thranduil, “Ah, as far as we have recorded those from that line attempting to flee Valinor fell in turning to defend their mother’s kin in Teleri, falling to those from their father’s kin.”

Looking up at the twins you asked, “Who married Celeborn then?” Their wide grins were your only answer until another band of guards appeared and showed you through the gates. Under the massive treetop city you were led to the inner ring where you sighed and started the endless stairs biting back the pain in your left knee until you got about a third of the way and froze.

Gently Thranduil’s hand settled on your shoulder, “Is something wrong?”

Glancing back at him you said, “Just my knee. Never too good for more than four flights of stairs.” Looking down he saw your hand pressing on the painfully throbbing muscle supposedly tasked for keeping your knee in socket that had always failed to do so causing it to shift in and out as you walked, mostly painless until you ran or took the stairs after a bad bike accident when you were little.

Easing around you Thranduil lowered helping you up onto his back parting the lips of the guards as he said, “Forgive me for not noticing your pain sooner.” Rising up again he continued on ignoring the stares of the others while keeping firm hold of your thighs at his sides while your arms draped around his shoulders.

Softly you asked by his ear, “I take it piggy back rides are on the lists of unacceptable behavior?”

In a smirking glance at you he hummed back, “You have an injury, they can live with witnessing my act of protection.”

Resting your chin on is shoulder you eyed the stairs above asking, “How can you stand all the stairs?”

Thranduil chuckled as Glorfindel stated, “It tends to deter unwanted guests.”

“If you’re unfriendly just post a sign, ‘Invitations Only’ or something like that.” Making them chuckle again. But up to the main greeting balcony you were led and crouching again Thranduil helped you down and grinned taking your side again for the stroll after the guards.

King Amroth stood before you with Queen Nimrodel at his side greeting the others kindly until a guard stepped aside and your gaze lowered again parting the Queen’s lips and you were approached by her as she asked, “How have you come here?”

“I, um, see, I was moving and then I sort of just got in this accident and, blinked and I was in the Shire.” In her eyes looking your face over and your purple ended silvery curled ponytail you added, “I need to speak to Celebrimbor. It’s urgent.”

In a step back she said, “There is another you must speak to first.”

“But-,” Ignoring you she led the way up the short set of steps into a series of winding walkways leading to what sounded like a party ending with gasps and the twins being pulled towards their elated parents. Though the world seemed to fall silent as you spotted a familiar face across the room smiling as soon as it spotted you in your whisper of, “Mom?”

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Oh Honey

… Mentions of abuse, attempted assault - not graphic, mostly mentioned...

“I thought I could always trust you!”

“Don’t! I don’t need to hear more pathetic excuses!”

…

We’re just blowing up the actual Tolkien timeline. I’m a day late and getting tired so pt 2 will be out tomorrow. :D

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Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? The question making you smirk as you finished securing the buttons on the cinched vest accenting your bust in a drop maroon shade over a simple cotton blouse dangling over your thighs under tapering panels on the knee length vest covering the tops of your black jeans tucked into knee length boots. You would have worn your leather leggings your friend had bought you but they tugged too tightly over the bruises your step brother had left there. Lastly a grey fur coat with ears on the hood to finish off the look in securing the buttons cinching the jacket above you.

Your friends were waiting and you had to get going so right out your window you went, using the lattices nailed to the wall coated in flowering vines leading up to your father and step mother’s bedroom. He wasn’t all bad, no, to the world he was the best thing since sliced bread and your hindrance on ‘family’ gatherings since the wedding rehearsal dinner when his hand rested on then eased up your thigh receiving a fork inches from his groin triggering an all out war.

It had been two weeks while your parents were away on their honeymoon and you made sure to get gone. Though tonight you had come back for one purpose, legally you were an adult and instead of saving money to finish out your degree living at home with the sixteen year old predator you returned for a single night to finalize your plan. All week you had snuck in while he was off at team practices packing and filling your trunk to the brim and tonight you had your final bag of things to carry to your waiting car down the block.

Two fences and a hedge leap later you patted the head of a guard dog you passed a treat to in exchange for his silence to climb into your car parked in the back driveway to a neighbors’ that was gone for their night shift. It seemed so easy, just tell the truth and things would get better, but like Cassandra being cursed by Hera you were not to be believed by any wine it came to voicing injustices.

But to yourself you recited the phrase from your favorite film the Labyrinth when Sarah calls out to the Goblin King. Not noticing the glint of an icy blue eye in the crystal marbles dangling from your rear view mirror at the glare from a street light you drove under on your way to the costume party you were expected at. Hosted by the friend you would be renting a closet sized room from to share the apartment around it with six other of your friends to save cash.

Straight through a green light you rolled into the intersection only to slam on the breaks as a truck pulling what looked to be sheets of glass somehow appeared out of nowhere. Shattered shards fell around the metal body of the car contorting and warping as your eyes slammed shut. Soft chirping and bright sunlight has you squinting an eye open, looking around you gawked at the lush lands you were in filled with giggling children racing on the street in the distance into the lakeside pasture you were in. From the stump you were seated on you stood and gasps sounded with the curious children racing over to see the person now turning in circles to see where they were.

“Tiny people…” you mumbled to yourself mentally seeing a man tip his hat to you pulling a massive cow, in comparison to him, along to wherever he was going you nodded to in return.

Giggles surrounded you and you looked down flashing a grin exposing your naturally slightly pointed canine teeth and bright smile making an adorably giggly girl ask, “Are you really part wolf?”

“What?” After a moment you reached up, “Oh no, just the hood,” lowering your hood exposing your naturally silver curls with lavender dyed ends in a straightened ponytail now gently curling back in a warming before the usual sudden poof at how humid the air seemed to be getting in contrast to your former fall setting.

A boy asked, “Are you here to see the Wizard?”

After a weak chuckle you said, “Why not? Where is he?”

The girl answered, “Gandalf left last week Juniper! He’s off to Bree.”

You nodded and said, “Bree it is then, thank you.”

They grinned up at you and you tried to turn away only for the boy to tug on the tail of your shirt, “Your bag!”

Looking down you smirked seeing the carpet bag there you nodded and lowered smiling at him, “I’d forget my own head some days of it wasn’t glued on so tight.” Making the children giggle and run off again as you lifted it and started to the road they had come from.

Far behind you though the children together called out, “The other way!” Making you giggle and wave in thanks at them turning to your left instead to follow the road wherever it wandered passing the kind curious tiny people along the way.

***

Holding up the crystal ball set on his throne in the middle of a meeting in Amon Lanc Prince Thranduil wondered just when these three balls would help him find his One. A gift from Annatar of Rivendell and all he got was flashed of a gorgeous woman with absurdly colored hair. Again just now he saw her, this time with furry ears on top of her head and then suddenly shouts around him died as he fell straight to his back in a sunlit field. Groaning in his rise children swarmed him and grinned asking, “Are you here to see the Wizard too?”

“What?”

They pointed to the figure in the distance near the edges of the city, “She is off to see him as well.”

Instantly his lips parted and he shot up, “Thank you!” And darted off after that stranger in hopes it might just be you.

Deeply a sigh left you as you eyed the clearing with nothing but a road for miles without end making you mumble, “Years of watching Bambi is warning me against this, but, we have to get to Bree…” stepping out into the open you walked on, and on, and on. A stop for water in a small stream to fill your thermos from your bag however had brought the figure in the distance to your attention.

Continuing on subtle stolen glances back kept bringing their place to your attention quickening your pace. Up a hill you hastened and on the other side you crouched to hide behind the swaying tall grass surrounding the empty road. Soon enough the mysterious blonde cane into view turning in a circle trying to spot you only to shriek and drop a few inches in a readied stance to strike as you popped up behind him saying, “Can I help you?!”

Inhaling steadily his hand rose to smooth over his outer pale blue robe reaching to his knee over silver pants and tall boots with twin long swords strapped to his hips. “Forgive me, My Lady,” his eyes looked you over and in the warm sunlight taking in your features his words unknowingly halted.

“Are you following me?!”

Hastily he cleared his throat and said, “I am also in search of Mithrandir.”

“Mithrandir? Because I’m looking for a Gandalf.”

“Ah, they are one in the same. Hobbits refer to him as Gandalf and Elves as Mithrandir.”

“Hobbits, And Elves…” moving closer to him you shifted on your feet inspecting his ears and gasped, “You’re an Elf!! Like in Middle Earth-,” your expression shifted to a playfully curious smirk in asking, “Am I in Middle Earth?”

With a nod he replied, “Yes, My Lady. We are, and I am, an Elf.”

His eyes switched to your ears you felt with a giddy squeak at their new tips and you turned to keep going in a bouncing giddy quickstep. “So cool! Always wanted to be an Elf, but then again I’m not technically as stoic or graceful or willing to abandon my children like most self Maidens seem to be.”

“You have children?” He asked hurrying after you.

“Hmm? No. Just, in the books you can’t go without seeing six out of ten Elf mothers abandoning their children to certain doom and loneliness in the books.”

“You know of our histories then?”

“Some,” looking up at him you offered your hand, “Jaqi. But everyone calls me Tiny. You are?”

Slightly afraid to admit his title yet Thranduil answered, “Duil.” Eyeing your hand you pulled back to your side with a nod and faced forward again making his brows furrow at the drop of your grin wondering if he had issued you insult. Quietly you strolled until he noticed your hand moving to unbutton your jacket in the growing warm breeze to cool down a bit, “Is that fox fur?”

Peering up at him you shook your head, “No, it’s fake fur,” you said with a giggle, “I doubt I could ever afford a real fur coat like this.”

“Fake fur?”

You nodded and flashed him a weak grin, “It’s really soft, did you want to feel?” You said raising your arm making him side step to keep himself from issuing any unjust contact between you.

His brows furrowed in a steady inhale and he asked, “How can you fake fur?”

It was your turn for your brows to furrow as you answered, “Um, I, don’t really know. I thought it was like sheep’s wool but stripped really finely and woven into stocks of fabric. I know some use Alpaca fur, but those are out of my price range. This one was second hand and a bargain.” Curiously peering down at your still raised arm his hand rose and risking the flash of seeing the creature’s last moments only to feel nothing but the silky soft material so similar to an implacable type of fur it was trying to resemble.

“What animal is it meant to resemble?” He said withdrawing his hand only to have his brows pop up as you raised your hood with wolf ears on it.

“It’s a wolf costume.”

Lowly he repeated, “Wolf costume..”

“Ya, well, the Big Bad Wolf to be exact,” your eyes met his and you explained, “It’s from a children’s story, my friend was throwing a costume party and I ended up in, what must be The Shire. Where’d you come from?”

“Oh, my family was also having, a gathering, of sorts. In the Greater Greenwood.”

“I bet it’s lovely there.” Curiously he looked you over as you grinned to yourself looking ahead over the endless path through a low rumble of thunder building around you explaining the humidity.

“It is. You know much of it?”

You shook your head, “No, the books say more about Rivendell than Lothlorien and Greater Greenwood, mainly,” in a turn of your head you asked, “Is Feanor dead?”

With a nod he answered, “Yes,” his brows furrowed again, “Why do you ask?”

“Trying to place when I am…is this the First Age?”

“Yes, in the birth of it.”

“Hmm, ok, so no big wars yet with Sauron.”

“Sauron?”

“Annatar is his alias, if you know that one.” Making his lips part, “He’s Melkor’s student.”

“My Ada shall have to hear of this when we find Mithrandir.”

“I think we should write to Celebrimbor first.”

Thranduil’s head turned, “Why would we be writing to Curufinion?”

“Because he’s the one that Annatar possesses to create the Rings that destroy Middle Earth.”

Parting his lips again, yet the first drop of rain had his eyes turn upwards at the clouds that had rolled in above you, “We should find shelter…”

Turning around in a circle he tried to find any source of cover only to flinch at the ‘shink’ of your obnoxiously wide umbrella you pulled from your bag and opened at your side then lifted over your heads making him look at it then you in the growing patter of rain overhead. “It’s an umbrella.” His eyes met yours again, “As long as there’s no lightning we should be fine to keep going.”

Looking forward again he watched the path ahead and round you growing wetter while he couldn’t help but giggle to himself mentally at the simple contraption to ease a common problem.

Passing the first street sign stating you were leaving the Hobbit territory your eyes snapped to a floating ball when you stopped in your tracks, inside which a voice emanated, “Miss Pear, you have called out to me and I have answered. Welcome to my domain! Answering your plea I have taken your brother as my hostage. Should you regret your choice-,”

“You have Kody?”

Pausing slightly the voice replied, “He is my prisoner! Should you-,”

Grabbing the ball you said, “Keep him, you took him he’s yours!” As hard as you could you hurled the ball away only to watch it shatter against a boulder in the distance and turn to a dark waft of mist fading to nothing stirring screams far off in the distance from the one who had stolen him away.

“Your brother has been taken! How-,”

“I don’t have a brother.” You snapped back at his voice raising at you.

“Then who did that person take?”

“My father remarried a few weeks ago, it was her son.”

“So you have a brother!”

Stopping to look up at him his stomach clenched at your challenging gaze, “What sort of brother tries to put a hand up his older sister’s dress?” That dropped his jaw and he turned to walk with you as you said, “He’s given me twelve bruises since then trying to force me to let him touch me, part of why I was moving out and getting far away from that little predator. Whoever took him can keep him.”

“What did your family do when you told them of his actions?”

“They didn’t believe me.”

“Why would you falsify-,”

With a sigh you said, “I don’t know, ever since I was a kid I’d be on the wrong end of situations often and when I tried to speak up no one believed me. Not until someone else spoke up. I don’t lie,” you wet your lips then said, “You wouldn’t know the story, but we have stories about beings, sort of like the Valar,” he nodded in your eyes meeting his, “Zeus would be like your Manwe, top of the gods under Eru, and his wife Hera, well she like to give curses, and one of them was Cassandra, she was a seer and she was cursed that none would believe her. The world’s full of stories like that, cursed families, maybe was cursed, who knows, magic was so far from common knowledge in my time compared to when they were handed out so it’s all left explained to luck I guess.”

“Was your father believed?”

“I think it was from my Mom. She died when I was little, he’s always been successful, so unless he struck a deal that I get his bad luck so he gets good luck.”

“Why would a parent do that? Force suffering on their children?”

Peering up at him you couldn’t help but grin saying, “I envy you, for not knowing a world like mine. I am glad to be here now though. Hopefully I can stay and Gandalf won’t try to send me back.” Looking forward again his heart sank wondering just what sort of family you had come from and in the silence his mind wandered to just what sort of injuries were hidden under your layers.

…

Bree soon grew in the distance as the rains dwindles allowing you to fold up your umbrella again you slid back into your bag. Into the Prancing Pony you led the way and Mr Butterbur had no clue when the Wizard would be back again leading to your stop to eat, an offer from Duil, to fund before you continued on again in an agreed goal of Rivendell. Horses sounded after you however when you had left the town borders. Subtly your hand dipped into your bag remembering the pair of guys in the dining hall that trailed your path out of town.

Up to your side the pair rode and heavily hopped down with crossbows extended both at you. The pair of them smirked and the larger of the two growled out, “Hand over your goods.”

The other said noting Duil’s swords, “And no thoughts on drawing those blades or the Lady dies.”

Without looking at Duil you asked, “Can you speak to horses?”

Duil looked at you, “Yes, all Elves can.”

“Would you tell them to stand upwind a few feet, I would hate to hurt them, you as well.”

Duil looked you over as the men notched their crossbows and he passed on your request in Quenya then moved around your back as you raised the canister in your hand and in a steady sweep over the pair an orange mist exploded and they collapsed howling in pain cursing at you. Pocketing the canister you approached them nudging the crossbows out of their reach then you turned to Duil and the confused horses saying, “Bear mace. Like liquid fire. Made to scare off bears but also useful for the common thug.”

Nearing the horses you smiled at the tan dappled pair saying, “You are so beautiful. How would you like to go to Rivendell?”

Their ears popped up in glee and Duil asked, “Are you considering stealing their horses?”

“You mean the Men who just tried to kill me for my bag? Yup, I’m freeing their horses from their ignorance.” Strolling around to the side of the shorter of the two you reached up to grip the knot on the saddle and eased your foot in the stirrup to climb up on and look down mumbling, “Been a long time since I’ve ridden a horse…”

Settling your bag in your lap a gentle shift of the reigns had the horse turning and you looked at Duil who rolled his eyes and joined you on the second horse, “Let us fly before their corpses are discovered.”

A giggle from you in the gallop away had him looking at you only to hear, “Mace only lasts ten minutes at the most.”

“What?”

“You don’t want to kill the bears or the idiots, just get time to get away.”

He looked forward again uncertain what aspect made him more upset, the need for the product or the fact that he was now a horse thief even if he turned around to give them back. “My Ada is never to know the manner of claiming these creatures.”

Stroking the neck of yours you said, “I asked if they wished to go to Rivendell, just say we were heading the same way and they happened to be saddled.”

“That will never be believed!” You giggled again and he asked, “What is so amusing about this?!”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing.” After another giggle you asked, “How far do you think Rivendell is?”

“Roughly a month on foot, few weeks at least.”

Weathertop was the first stop for your night, right up to the still in tact lookout for the Western lands of Arnor you both approached and after a second flaming glass orb arrived and was destroyed you dismounted at a pair of guards nearing you. “Who dares approach the Western Keep of the King?”

Before Thranduil could speak you said, “Hi, I’m Tiny, we’re on our way to Rivendell. I was wondering if we might wait out the rain tonight?”

The guard answered back, “This is not a lodging for commoners.”

“Ok, um, what about our horses? I have a tent, but they clearly can’t fit. Could you possibly allow them in your stables tonight?” A wide grin from you came before a confusing, “Please?”

Leaving the pair glancing from Thranduil to your horses and sigh, the first guard stated, “We will house your steeds, for the night alone, My Lady.”

The second guard said, “Keep your tent off our borders.” You nodded then turned asking where they ended and to a band of bushes they pointed and you grinned again and turned to walk off as they accepted the reigns of the horses Duil informed why they were being separated from you.

Near the bushes the pair kept glancing over curious about your tent, curious himself Thranduil aided in the holding of the supporting staffs before his brows popped up inspecting the giant onion like white tent complete with rain tarp tethered down. Standing up you looked to Duil saying, “I know it doesn’t look that big, but inside,”

“Why would you purchase a tent resembling an onion?”

You looked at him then back to the tent and asked, “Why not?” And lowered to duck inside the front flap giving him a moment to rub his forehead then glance at the stunned guards before he turned to peer inside the front flap spotting you laying out two fluffy sleeping bags he looked over slightly panicked.

“I will sleep outside tonight.”

Sitting up on your knees and you replied, “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to sleep in an onion tent.”

“This has nothing to do with the onion! I cannot share quarters with you!”

With a nod you said after a clap of thunder made him tremble and you smirk, “Well, the tent is waterproof where you are not,”

“I am not afraid of the rain.”

“Oh get in the tent!”

“I cannot!”

Lifting a brow you said, “You are getting in this tent or I am going to scream, and keep screaming until you do.”

“You cannot-,” At a sharp inhale from you he frog hopped inside through the round opening to sit down wide eyed at you as you flashed him a grin, “Satisfied?”

You nodded and dug in your bag for your pop up stove and using more of your water to heat up the jarred veggies you had coated in seasonings combined with and noodles you had Thranduil watched you carefully and accepted the bowl and spoon you offered him. “Thank you,” Your thanks in place for his made his eyes snap back to you with his brows up again in shock, “If you’re afraid of being alone with me I promise not to hurt you, and with the sleeping bags there won’t be any snuggling issues.”

“Sleeping, bags?”

Setting down your bowl you tugged your bag closer and showed him how the zipper turned it into a sort of cocoon easing something close to a compromise instigated grin across his lips, “See, you have yours and I have mine. No funny business. Though I have a comforter or two if it isn’t warm enough.”

“Comforter?”

“Oh honey,” you sighed out only making his head tilt slightly, “A comforter is a decorative thick warm blanket to cover the other sheets on your bed.”

“Ah. Elves are not troubled by the cold normally.”

You nodded saying, “Well, I’ll pull a spare out just in case you change your mind.”

Sleeping once the cooking and eating utensils were put away was next, removing your boots you closed the tent door and secured the lock on the zippers you showed Duil how to work then moved to sit inside your sleeping bag. Shrugging out of your coat the reveal of the figure hugging clothes had Duil swallowing hard though within moments you laid a purple comforter over your feet and laid back zipping and covering up with a comfortable sigh after your wiggle onto your belly to nuzzle your head into a pillow from your bag. On his back he eventually settled and closed his eyes when your breathing deepened, silently hoping that sharing quarters unchaperoned could be taken well once all details were thoroughly explained. True you would be wed one day in the future when all priorities were met but he hoped not to hasten things too quickly and ruin the reputation of your union after having been swayed into taking a consort not two centuries past giving him a son, the birth of whom withered his mother to an early grave as it came suddenly in an attack on the edges of their borders.

All the way to another open clearing two weeks later an eerie chill had you up early and in a cautious stroll to the nearby stream your head swiveled hearing someone around you. Tightly your throat was gripped and a broken shriek from you ended in your back being slammed into the trunk of a tree. Tighter the grip grew until a hand reached out to cover your eyes followed by a warm splash of liquid coating your lower half.

Shakily you inhaled after a harsh cough ended with Duil’s hand on your other shoulder cluing you in he was not alone. “Keep your eyes closed, Miss Pear. We will dispose of this filth.”

Weakly you asked, “On his neck, is there a c shaped red spot?”

Thranduil, “C shaped?” Holding up your hand you made a C and he replied, “This was your brother that attacked you?”

“If there’s a C on his neck it was.” Over his body Thranduil patted Glorfindel’s shoulder then they and the twin covering your eyes peering at his brother who was looking down at the now apparently young for his size teen whose body faded to nothing. Another failed plan spurring up screams in the distance and the agitated path to drawing up a new plan for his schemes. Though back in your old world the teen awoke and was instantly infuriated and in search of you to complete his dreamed strike out against you.

Eyes uncovered you silently went back to the tent to pack up while the Elves discussed what had happened a few moments prior. It took only a few moments in sharing what he had done to you in the past for the trio to be seething with anger as to who they had saved you from. Quietly the tent fell and you stood peering over at the four as Glorfindel said, “Prince Thranduil, your Ada will be relieved to know you are safe, he has had us scouring our lands for any sign of you.”

“Prince Thranduil,” you stood with a hip cocked making him sigh at the shake of your head and turn lowering your crossed arms.

Looking to the trio he stated, “I was not exactly forthcoming of my title to Miss Pear upon our introductions.”

To yourself you mumbled folding the tent up making the twins smirk in amusement, “Exactly forthcoming, no title at all Mr Duil.”

Atop your steeds between the trio you rode the final stretch to Rivendell, then chatting around you while Thranduil kept peering at you longingly for your forgiveness. His lips parted and in a far from threatening tone you said, “Don’t! I don’t need more pathetic excuses!” Already he could spot the few usual markers of your use of ‘sarcasm’ and it eased his mind knowing you were in a form of jest with him, even if you were a bit upset at the moment for the initial half truth. “I thought I could always trust you!”

By chance Elrond was already out in a trip to Lothlorien so you were stuck waiting for word on what to do next. Odd ruffling sounds brought the newly discovered Prince into the doorway of the open dining area you were sitting in to remain out of the way for the workers in the kingdom all staring at your every moment.

It seemed wishes for a better look had him in the doorway watching on as you shuffled your deck of cards once again. Breaking the silence as you set up another game of Solitaire he asked, “Are you testing the fates’ path for you with your cards?”

“No. Just a game of Solitaire.” For the remainder stack if cards you swiped your hand fanning them out, “Pick a card.”

His brow inched up and Elladhan slid to his side choosing for him making you smirk asking, “Is it the three of hearts?”

Ellohrir shook his head with a chuckle before you claimed the card and turned it to peek at it reading the seven of clubs, “Hmm..” Turning it back to them your other hand rose to flick the card making them gasp seeing it now reading the four of spades. “How about now? Three of hearts?”

Again they shook their heads looking at you and the card in confused awe as you clicked your tongue then leaned to your right looking Thranduil over, “You’ve got something-,” Reaching out his ear twitched as your finger grazed his hair hanging over his ear before he heard a flick of paper sound and your hand drew back making their mouths drop open as you held the three of hearts in your hand, “There it is. Trying to spoil my tricks by hiding the card in your ear, young Prince.” Shaking you head he couldn’t help but chuckle a you said, “For shame.” Teasingly.

Glorfindel approached saying, “You are a Wizard then.”

You looked up at him shaking your head, “Nope, all slight of hand,” you said flicking the card from one hand to the other changing it to the seven of clubs again. “My father is a magician, I used to be his assistant. All slight of hand and misdirection for amusement of crowds. Easy to learn with practice. Nothing special.”

Your eyes lowered to put the cards back into the remainder deck you shuffled again before Thranduil said, “You are unfathomably special.” Making you glance up at him before he shifted to learn more on this card game of yours hoping to get back to your same joking, relaxed relationship.

…

All –

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X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac

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Inca Prompt Masterlist

@theincaprincess is having a writing challenge and I got Thranduil :D I will try to keep them short and to the point instead of my usual monsters. Let’s see what I end up putting Dandy Thrandy through. :D

Masterlist

1-- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188746586049/paint“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

2-https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188765094924/paint-pt-2

“the easiest way I protect my heart is to pretend I don’t have one”

3- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188792708119/paint-pt-3

“Welcome to the black parade, By My Chemical Romance”

4- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188817562999/paint-pt-4

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

5- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188841256109/paint-pt-5

“There’s been another Fire. Half the building has been destroyed…again.”

“What are you looking at me for? I’ve been here the whole time!”

6- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188866959644/lawless

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

7- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188895850014/falling-feathers

Walking outside, it’s early morning and all you can hear is the crunch of snow and ice under your feet.8-

8- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188910630104/the-cabin

*You are sitting around a campfire. There are stars shining in the sky. Someone asks “If you had the power to change one person’s life, how would you do it?”*

9- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188934877964/magnificent

“We shall have a magnificent garden party, and you’re not invited.”

10- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/188949760294/caves-of-the-forgotten

“Unless you are ME, in MY position, don’t EVER try to tell ME how to FEEL.”

“I don’t run from my feelings, I get drunk and ignore them, like a normal person.”

11- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189012496699/lucky-shot-pt-5

“Sharing tales of those we’ve lost, is how we keep from really losing them.”

12- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189014207494/mermaid

Setting: *Getting a cold and having a red nose from using hundreds of tissues.*

Prompt: “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

13- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189061478314/save-the-date

“I was gone for five minutes, and you’ve already knocked someone out, and you didn’t even try to stop them! Are either of you going to explain yourselves?!?!!”

“…..To be fair, they were a genuinely shitty person.”

“Incredibly shitty.”

14- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189077935874/save-the-date-pt-2

“Please get me out of here.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“If I have to stay around these people for one more minute, I’m going to rip someone’s throat out…. with my teeth.”

15- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189079177389/halfway

Bon Jovi Livin On A Prayer

16 + 17- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189124871829/up

“You can’t spell menu without Me and U, so what’s up baby?”

“Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.”

18- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189153629209/never

Two out of Three Ain’t Bad - Meatloaf

19- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189170564744/dashing

“You’re not even cute”

“you’re right sweetie, I’m not cute. I’m drop-dead gorgeous.”

20 + 21 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189227153099/the-ice-cream-bandit

“Loving you is as easy as breathing.”

“But you’re asthmatic.”

“Your point?”

Day 21 –

“Get out of my face before I hit you.

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

22/23-

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“Take. It. Off.”

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189270399719/if-you-see-him

24- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189297787229/if-you-see-him-pt-2

Music of the night – Phantom of the Opera

25- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189293750859/ring-of-roses

Winner takes it all by ABBA

26- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189335922789/oh-honey

“I thought I could always trust you!”

“Don’t! I don’t need to hear more pathetic excuses!”

27- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189359316704/oh-honey-pt-2

“Spare me your pity, I don’t need it”

“You are confusing my pity with love.”

28 + 29 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189369955579/oh-honey-pt-3

“Don’t shut me out.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing, when you’re suffering so much”

30- https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189395803009/faithfully-yours

Bring him home performed by Luke Evans

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Lawless

… there is drama, mentions of war, a physical altercation, and it gets emotional, but there’s some humor and fluff :D

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

…

The world was in flames, and all there was to do was follow your orders. Men were off to war, women off to forge more weapons and armor for those men, and just where were you? Well, you were 7, so for some Manwe forsaken reason you were being sent off to some Numenorean territory named Rivendell.

One of the thousands of Teleri children, well, half in your case, you could have gone to your cousin’s in Lothlorien. It looked so lovely on the post cards, and yet you were off to some pompous prick of a godfather, who nominated himself for the task simply by bribing one of the nurses in the hospital to let him sign on that line after ‘arriving late’ to your birth. Centuries he had tried to weasel into your family line, and now with you what he had expected to bring riches brought only another mouth to feed, an opinionated one at that.

The war seemed endless and your hopes at the handful of braincell wielding Elf in your charge having a clue as to take care of you would soon wither and die, right before dramatically spontaneously combusting of course, because your life seems to do nothing in halves. If you’re meant to be miserable the world would see to it you were the worst off person in it, and it rarely wished for you to be anything but it seemed.

Deeply your dark brows knit as you sat cross armed in the back of your driver manned car for the lonely drive to your school, your gaze cast down at the pastel orange socks tucked up to your knees under a plaid pastel orange and black skirt matching your socks. A matching blouse was topped with a plaid tie matching your skirt under your black crest bearing sweater with sleeves ended with pastel orange fringe you wanted to cut off. Following the strict hair requirements your white golden shimmering curls were tucked back in a long braid topped and ended with matching orange bows. You weren’t mad at the style, it was quite comfy, the irritation however was with the fact that along with the other upturned children you had been assigned your own color. Rank was everything, and each was sorted by color, orange being the lowest.

Already you had been assigned a new name, as part of the terms of your rehousing you had to abandon your birth names and accept Middle Earth focused names. Honestly you couldn’t have imagined how much harder this would have been had you not, Snowflake, that was what Nieninque meant, and now Jaqiearae Pear, the first name meaning jackrabbit, the equivalent of Bunny in Hobbitish, a ‘cute’ name your mother loved. So here you sat an angry bunny waiting with your arms wrapped around your permitted black satchel.

The city you had been dropped into you had grown far too irritated to cast your silver flecked purple eyes out onto the streets in your focus to just get through the day. The white marble building soon became everything visible through the car window. The door parting you was opened by the aid outside and the expecting grin dropped when the color of your uniform was realized. Out you climbed and joined the flock of other orange clad students in the sea of sea foam and coral clad students around the few royal blue and silver for the few children of Nobles in the mix. To each of the rehomed students the rules were made clear, boundaries had to be set and it was made clear that no exceptions would be made.

But clearly rules are made to be broken, or completely ignored. Two weeks now you had watched the new blonde Noble boy who had taken the desk, books, supplies and even games and in his move to grab your assigned pair of scissors for your upcoming crafts project you would have to pair up for. A hidden swat from the teacher’s view brought the boy’s icy blue eyes to land on you as you whispered, “There are rules, and so far you’ve broken all of them. That is your cubby, Mr Lawless.”

Taking the supply filled small woven tote you carried to your desk in the start of your class. The desk on your right however was taken, not by the usual sea foam clad girl but the blonde boy with his own woven tote set on the desk and bag hung on his hook on the side of your joined desks. Leaning over in the situating of pages in the teacher’s hands he said, “You should tell me the other rules I’ve missed.” At that, had you been the hero of your own tale, your nemesis had been born. The cocky self assured boy now mimicked your every move taking notes on all the rules you recited and said he would share them with all the other Nobles who were also unaware of them.

All day he did that, in each class you shared he clung to your side rubbing in the vast difference between your ranks all the way until his flag bearing car picked him up at the end of the day while you sat outside waiting for your own car to arrive under the watch of the put off aid tasked to do so. Nearly an hour you waited until finally the driver rushed out apologizing from a new car explaining that the Lord had taken the other and this one needed to have the tires aired up and the tank refilled, by the time he had gotten you inside the aid had left more frustrated at his saying anything at all.

And off to the large home you went to quietly take your place in your room in the house keeper’s quarters to keep from annoying the Lord who loved frequent parties, of which he was throwing one now. Alone while the servants tended to him and his guests you fixed yourself a grilled cheese and a can of ravioli you cleaned up after then went to your room to try and sleep hoping the blonde would leave you alone. Though hopes were soon dashed as for the next 53 years of your school lives his game wouldn’t stop, pick up in fact and change your entire life.

***

Times were hard all around, and even the Great Greenwood had taken their own place in the war, meaning the King Oropher had to be traveling often. In his absence to ensure the safety of his Wife and Son they were sent to the protective watch of Lord Elrond in Rivendell for possibly a year at the longest until things calmed down. Weeks now he had mingled with the familiar faces from family events and tried to figure out what exactly to do. Past the obvious basic task they were meant to achieve nothing had been shared not even where he was meant to sit, at least not till today.

Giddily in his ride home he grinned looking over his notes and couldn’t wait until he could get back to school again to share all he’d learned with his family friends. Into the lavish apartment he skipped and left his bag at the table and climbed up onto a stool beside his mother to claim a tight hug making her giggle and ask, “Enjoy your day at school, Little Bud?”

Bright eyed he answered, “I made a new friend today! There’s a whole bunch of rules I didn’t even know about, but she started to tell me and I’ve got them all written down. I could have gotten in a lot of trouble. But I won’t now, thanks to my new friend.”

Sweetly she kissed his forehead and said, “That is good to hear.”

“Like Ada says, ‘No one is above the law, not even the King himself.’ Good I learned now. What example would that set?”

“What else did you learn about your new friend?”

“She is excellent at sketching and smells like green apples!” Making her chuckle again and guide him on helping to fix up a snack while a pair of cooks made the full dinner for the pair of them.

…

Two more months and you tolerated the clingy Prince and his gaggle of Nobles all stirring up disbelieving stares from the teachers at the refugee who had weaseled into their circle far above your station. Yet in your thriving place in classes rising to the top along side the Prince claiming your partner role each time applicable leading to today, a quartet of poem projects you all had written were to be chosen for presenting in an upcoming show for the students attending showcasing the best from each grade.

Outside the Headmaster’s office you sat listening to the Prince boasting on and on about how his father had come to town and would be here for the show. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hall and instantly your forced grin dropped and you hopped up to your feet from the bench only to nearly go flying at the harsh slap across your face. Open mouthed Thranduil watched the Lord Q grip you by the braid tugging your head back painfully making his fist clench. “What have you done now, little Tol cretin?!”

A hard blow to his groin had the Lord release your hair to grip himself and drop to his knees while the woman behind the counter called for security, who came rushing around the corner. In his lunge for the Prince he was raised from the ground and thrown into the wall and bound after as Thranduil crouched beside you with a tissue he pulled from the pack in his bag he used to help blot the stream of blood from the cut on your cheek from his jeweled ring. Timidly you looked him over and sat quietly while the Lord was arrested and the King and Queen arrived to hear the whole thing. The more the staff looked at you condescendingly with constant mentions of the differing of class even as children it was made clear that the school was clear the Prince had a valid reason and in the middle of their try to blame the whole thing on you was severed by Thranduil’s crying out that you were his friend and you didn’t do anything, a fact the woman who called security confirmed.

Around you your life was decided, the Prince’s clear bond to you had the officials contacted by Lord Elrond that you would be rehoused once again, though instead of off to Lindon, where other children deemed unruly had been sent, you were moved into the custody of the Wife of the Elf in charge of the King’s herds. The couple had fostered dozens of children over the years and with this many students being shipped off you were joined by a normally silent girl who lived down the block from you and your mother you explained only spoke in sign after her father had shipped out. You were glad to have a familiar face of your own and Tulip beamed at having one of her own, yet still in your glance back at the Prince in your guided path to pack your things to move to another new home you mumbled to yourself mentally, “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

…

That move was followed by another not four months later, when Greenwood was safe you and Tulip joined Lady Marya back to Greenwood to move officially into your new bedrooms in their cottage on the Palace grounds. Ringwe, her husband headed the care of the King’s herds, and when you got settled you were welcomed to learn at his side. The older you got the more you took on adding to your studies, and sure enough at your elbow the Prince when able to run off you had been working at the zoo that captures injured wildlife who were injured in the wars, mainly the arctic creatures from near Helcrax you loved especially. Yet always the Prince once his daily tasks were done since the first day of learning where you were he would go to help you, ever eager to see you master the creatures most likely to kill someone your size. The sheer awkwardness of your relationship was becoming dangerously close to something like friendship.

Mid teens had been supposed to be trying, and yet it was the most trying of all. From orange to mint green you had been traded in colors and treated far greater once people knew the new girl was the Crown Prince’s friend. Yet by your next birthday those like you also from Tol Eressea were being shipped back home as soon as word of their relatives in the recovering island kingdom could be contacted. The monthly calls from your father was scheduled for tonight and even at the call from his father to come out to some official meeting the Prince had asked to spend his night at your apartment once again to study and wait with you.

Ten o clock was reached and a call was given to inform the King of where his son still was. Right where he had found you he sat to your left still keeping hold of your hand chatting with you ignoring the stabbing of his heart at the tears rolling down your cheeks and forced calm exterior in waiting. Through the doorway Oropher peered on at you both then turned to follow Ringwe off into the kitchen leaving you still on the bench in the hall by the table with the phone on it waiting for the call. “Does the call usually come this late?” The expression on Ringwe’s face made his drop and he asked lower, “What happened?”

Ringwe produced a letter form his pocket he passed the King to lowly reply, “This came yesterday. Her parents fell.”

Oropher looked to the door, “But, she’s-,”

Ringwe nodded and said, “It hasn’t sunk in yet. Tulip flew back last week, and now the day before Jaqi’s call, this. She has a distant cousin in Lothlorien, however his Wife refused to take her.”

Oropher, “You aren’t shipping her away, are you?!”

Ringwe shook his head, “No, not at all.” Wetting his lips, “A series of lawyers are flying out to handle the passing of her estate. Storage trailer from their home and all the finances including the liquidated prices of the sold home her mother had.”

In the peaking of his curiosity he asked, wondering at your true name, “Does it say who her kin is?”

Ringwe wet his lips, “Apparently her mother was King Elmo’s son’s consort. He was betrothed to a Princess of some great line before the war, her uncle is taking up the union now.”

Barely above a whisper he parroted back, “Elmo…” he wet his lips, “Her mother?”

Ringwe shook his head, “From the letters there is not title, merely her name in Vanyar Runes. Jaqi’s name has no title either.”

Oropher, “Still, the only child of Elmo’s eldest, to a Consort or not, there is no reason she should have been treated so lowly in being shipped away.”

Ringwe, “Perhaps it was to keep her from being singled out.”

The pair kept watch of you while Marya kept pacing in the kitchen pretending she wasn’t dying to rush out and hold you the nearer it got to midnight when the dam broke and your face was covered by your hands and true to his decided place as your friend he tugged you into his chest holding you tightly wishing he could do more for his best friend whose life was shattered again. Hours he kept hold of you and the King and Queen agreed to let him stay the night knowing there would be little sleeping or anything else past crying and in the morning that was found to be truthful as across a lounge in the sitting room you were still just as puffy, tear stained and blotchy yet finally asleep beside the equally as blotchy cheeked Prince. Very few others were left in Greenwood from your home, and together you banded together sharing your letters and pictures from those who had returned even at the threat of tears.

…

Days seemed to even out as your trust was settled, and more and more you were brought along to more official events. Each time aloofly sneaking away to explore or read with the Prince soon following after. Always the week before you were pampered and primped and helped into the most lavish of gowns to fit the affair that always complimented Thranduil’s. Yet your slipping away was followed by reminders that the Prince was needed and not long after that you were expected to dance at least once.

Within the crowds eyes were always on you and due to your rumored bloodline a great deal of Nobles nudged their children towards becoming your friends, or possibly more. Strolling through the sea of expecting teens right up to the Prince’s back you went and his eyes went wide in your grip on his braid and step away from him making him turn with his braid falling onto his chest in your release of it. Mouths dropped open at your tug on his hair yet in the turn under the braid his hand outstretched to plant on your lower back silencing offences as it marked you as one of the few allowed by him to touch him. “That wasn’t very subtle.”

“You brought me and I’m being forced to dance and now so are you. Consider it practice for your Kingly duties you will be forced through.” Lowly behind your back he chuckled and took his place in the sea of couples in the mingling dance granting more than a few other teens chances to observe the Prince’s reactions in their time taking hold of you between twirls and lifts.

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53 years had passed and in the first month of your time at Greenwood U again it was hard to find a moment where the Prince wasn’t at your side. Still you held your job swimming through the water pens of Polar bears, seals and otters to assist in scrubbing them and removing litter from rude guests. Thranduil however was kept to aiding in feeding times and helping to keep the land portions tidy and safe with tons of toys for the young litters the public loved to come and witness in their times clambering over the Prince and his odd friend stirring up confusing seas of rumors.

Strolling through the covered patio you passed through the tables of other students eating their lunches, on one a pair of girls peered on at a duo of guys at the next table glaring at one another. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.” Someone explained in your path onwards to the empty table you normally chose.

Sure enough when you had taken your seat Thranduil had left the cafeteria a trio of young women eager to win the Prince over sat down still talking about their exes, “He’s a bad kisser.”

The one next to her grinned and pressed her arms together around her chest in a lean forward as Thranduil came closer asking, “What about you, Pear, any boyfriends?”

“Few.”

The brunette between the blondes said as Thranduil sat peering at you in setting down his lunch, “Ooh, do tell.”

The left blonde, “First off, how tall?”

“Just over seven feet when they straighten up.”

Collectively they ‘oohed’ and the right blonde still focused on Thranduil in asking, “What about the hair?”

“Blonde of course.”

Brunette, “How come we never see you with them?”

You shrugged, “They don’t get out much. Pretty restrictive daily lives.”

The questions continued to blur on and the more they did Thranduil couldn’t help but smirk in your tale revealing to him you were alluding the polar bears you had befriended were your former boyfriends. When the trio flitted away for their next classes you cleaned up taking a stroll before yours. Fidgeting the strap on his shoulder to his bag he asked, “So, do you have any ex boyfriends?”

Gigling to yourself you asked, “You mean between the nights you come over to study, after the days you spend by me and school and in my shifts at work?” He nodded and you shook your head, “Nope. You? Hiding a Lady Love in any closets back in the Palace?”

Chortling at the notion he replied playfully, “No, but there is this one otter that’s fond of me.” Making you giggle again in his low chuckle.

The matter of dates came up and for good reason, the Feast of Starlight was coming up again and this year would be a masked ball. Again your favored color was chosen by Thranduil, and after the sea of Elves had been waded through the yellow robe clad Prince chased after glimpses of you in the crowds until a stolen looping of fingers around your wrist brought you with a spin into the couples to the dance floor. Five dances later and in his being called away you were gone when he turned back again bringing back his smirk at the challenge to go find you when his introductions were through.

Sure enough in the window seat under the light of the lanterns and stars you were relaxed with a book in your palms. The words of all the great poets swooned and awed at the objects of their affections while your heart ebbed and flowed from the withheld affection for a bond you could never claim. Your best friend, the one who you deemed to have taken you as a plaything or pet when you were little had exploded into something just as troubling, though now for entirely different reasons. The Prince set to marry well, certain to leave you mingled in that fate tragically when the match occurred leaving you to wonder just where you would try to visit in hopes of finding your own possible someone that might make you happy. Key word, might. But they would never be a Prince able to show you a life similar to what should have been yours, had you just been considered a legitimate heir. Could have beens weighed heavily on you and mingled with never wills hurting you.

Arms came from behind you to lift you just barely and in his usual fashion the Prince settled behind you with a leg curled under yours covered by the layered yellow jewel lined skirt of your corseted gown. Against his chest you were drawn and draping his silver wrap around you both his arms laced around your middle in the planting of his chin to your shoulder peering down at the poem on the open page. The reflection of his eyes accented by the shimmering silver mask and circlet above it luring your attention from the page at his focused gaze on the page instead of your eyes glowing between the slits on the yellow shimmering mask matching the yellow jeweled tiara resting in your curls.

The silence between you split as he lowly shared, “Ada instructed me, he is to announce my betrothal tonight. You will be there? I couldn’t do this without you.”

Forcing a grin as your mind flashed to the month of browsing designs for possible engagement rings for the occasion at his side several choices were presented to him for the final choice. All of whom were far from your taste, so at the very least the Elleth of his choosing would not have the ring of your dreams along with the Prince. “And miss having the eligible Elleths tripping on their gowns on the steps to scramble up after you? Never.”

Silence came again after the awkward chuckle he gave, and in a stolen glance at him you said, “Hey, Mr Lawless.”

The smirk ghosting across his lips faded as his eyes shifted you then clamped shut at the sudden press of your lips to his. Unable to hold it anymore you stole a kiss, and surprisingly your cheek was cupped and his head tilted to lean into the kiss now steadily growing more loving. Sheer silent affection for decades had bubbled up and in the seemingly spinning room you were anchored between his legs in his warm arms lost in finally broaching the subject of your passions severing at the telling horns ending the music. Nipping at his lip Thranduil watched you slide out of his hold from your seat to stand, a ruffle of your skirt later you turned with palm extended forcing a grin, “Come on, let’s go get you up on your balcony.”

Shifting his legs to plant his feet on the ground his hands rose to ease around and cradle your hand, the metal band of the ring formerly hidden in his curled fingers now rested on your index finger to the sound of Oropher announcing the hidden surprise to the festival. Shaking his head he replied, “Not yet, Snowflake.”

Inhaling sharply you eyed the woven white stone coated bands under the rounded square shimmering white stone matching it, your dream ring now resting on your finger, “Wh-,”

Standing up in the withdraw of your hand he planted a hand on your hip closing the distance between you to cup your cheek with the other hand. Not to kiss you but to hold you close, his lips moving past your mouth to your ear where he hummed, “All my life I have waded through oceans of faces aimed at me, yours is the one I have always searched for. ‘Blunt, honest and true’, that is what my parents told me to look for and from the moment you swatted at me I knew my choice would always be you.” Warmly his lips met your cheek and your hands clutched at the fabric covering his ribs and his head turned to brush his nose against yours to hum, “I would never choose another, not even with those hideous ring choices you gave me,” making you giggle, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that.”

Again your lips met his and he melted against you again with a content hum then you said, “Best hop to it then, before they find you in a compromising position.”

“We are engaged,” he said drawing you flat against his chest again, “Unless you say otherwise I can be as compromised as you allow.” Making you roll your eyes as he chuckled after stealing a quick peck on your lips. Pulling back your head nodded and he sighed following after you with his arm draped around your back. “Just one more dance then we can hide again.”

“Promises, Promises.” Making him chuckle again and join you out onto the Royal balcony beside the King for the announcement that to your surprise earned rousing cheers and sure enough the one dance bled into five before you were able to sneak out again back to the library, where before you were helped back to your reading window seat his hand tugged you behind a row of books when a guard came through and for a few heated moments again you were pinned to his chest through another impassioned kiss with your giddily still chuckling and smirking Prince.

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Halfway

Once upon a time not so long ago

Mirrors. Useless to some. Mainly a way to check for food in your teeth or something ridiculous smeared across your face though for each full moon it became something all together different for you. A doorway. Well, several doorways. One after another in this Manor on the hill. Alone with none but servants and nannies while your father was away, at least until she came. They were merely glimpses into a different life, a life you were too afraid to enter until she decided to move in bringing her two brat sons with her. They wanted it all and her boys were what your father was craving to bond with leaving you to her whims, or malice depending on how much she’d drank. Up you went into the Silver Room. Up where your freedom was, for days she would lock you there and a timid press to the glass of the mirror had your life melding with a certain blonde’s.

Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike

He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day working for her man

She brings home her pay, for love, for love

From childhood to adulthood you watched him grow and marry and become a father in the looming set of losses coming his way. From a cottage to a palace the mirror was carried and treasured by all who knew its purpose and link to you. Tonight was no different, clad in a merlot colored fake fur ruffled monstrosity of a dress with a wrap to match you were paraded out behind the boys in maroon suites matching your father’s while she wore a slimming silk number in a similar shade to yours. Tonight was the big night, the one they had been pressing on you, the night to make something of yourself and this family in the growing onset of debt leading you to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

She says, we've got to hold on to what we've got

It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Masked or not they made certain you would stick out, so out you went. A faked excuse to get a drink freed you to slip a few steps from the main garden ballroom past a light garland wrapped tree towards the glass gazebo where you smirked seeing the mirror snuck inside between flowered vines. A hop inside and you slunk out of sight and pressed back against those vines closing your eyes in the final moments of the moon rising into the sky. The cold mirror against your fingers fading to chilled night air making you smirk, a muffled murmur of your name fading in your step back through the mirror between the vines pouring over your arms onto your chest. Onto the dusty marble floor you stepped adjusting your massive skirt around you peering out at the flickers of people passing by between the vines. Lowering your gaze you looked around and crouched grabbing a large stone you turned and slammed into the mirror at the sound of her voice drawing nearer.

Woah, we're half way there

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Tommy's got his six-string in hock

Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk

So tough, it's tough

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers

Baby, it's okay, someday

Centuries since abandoning their southern wing at the losses of the War of Wrath the Silvan and Teleri of Amon Lanc shifted to the more populated portions of their keep. You had changed things, a stolen week had left Sauron defeated in your doing what Elrond couldn’t. A hard kick to the groin and Isildur left little struggle to the task of disposing of the ring, of course you were now banned from Gondor for life, but the idiot and his people were alive and sent quite lavish gifts when you were told to have returned. It wasn’t your choice to leave last time, an Elf Lord wishing for the then Prince to wed his daughter shoved you through the mirror in the last flickers of its light and since made it impossible for you to return somehow.

We've got to hold on to what we've got

It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

The Prince, now King, whom you watched marry and become a father and now widow had never let go of the hope you would return. Changes were made and yet each full moon he was well known to spend the nights here, in this dusty hall waiting on you, right where he found the mirror hidden and bolted down. He would have moved it, right to his apartment, yet the process of removal was revealed to destroy the very portal connecting the pair of you. Again he sat and watched the glimpses of you he could catch, yet the sight of vines coating the mirror had broken his hope of your return. You had covered the mirror, moved it somewhere by itself. You had given up and forgotten him.

Woah, we're half way there

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Livin' on a prayer

With tears in his eyes he got up and slowly turned to leave the room making his way begrudgingly to the Feast of Starlight soon to begin. He made it three halls over when the sound of mirrored glass hitting the floor made him sharply turn and sprint back to the moonlit hall. The clatter of a stone halted him in the doorway and wide eyed he stared at the purple fuzzy wrap falling from your shoulders you caught in your turn revealing the figure hugging corseted sleeveless top to the tight dress flaring out around the knees. Even masked he could see just who you were, white golden hair tucked up in a bedazzled bun coated with fake flowers matching your silver mask making your purple eyes shine even brighter. The bright red coating of your lips drew his eyes next in the split of your entrancing smile luring the exhaling King closer.

“Dew Drop. Sorry about the mirror.” Moving closer to him you gripped your dress adjusting the skirt to ease walking in your steps he mirrored drawing closer to you. “I just can’t go back.”

Shaking his head his hands rose to land on your arms making him draw in a shaky breath, “And I would never allow you back again, even if you had not broken it. You are home.” His eyes sank over you and your puzzling dress.

“I didn’t pick it,” his eyes snapped back to yours, “The dress.” You looked him over, “Did I interrupt a party?”

Again he shook his head lifting a hand to cup your cheek, “The Feast of Starlight is tonight. There is time to change, should you wish it.”

You nodded, “Yes, then maybe I can ask for help in turning this dress into a blanket or something.”

Your giggle drew a relieved chuckle from the King and he stepped back, “Of course. I will show you back to our apartment to change.”

Quietly he did so and you caught the excited gasps and whispers of the Elves and Elleths spreading word of your return. Straight to the King’s apartment you were led and inside he guided you to the Pearl colored doors marking the Queen’s private chambers he opened, “This is yours. All of your belongings from Lindon are here, among others. With a suitable number of gowns to choose from.” When you tossed the wrap onto the bench in the closet he urged the glow in the crystal lanterns brighter in his eyes fell over your back to the zipper you were trying to reach. “Allow me.” Smoothly he found and eased the zipper lower and offered a hand to help you step out of your gown.

Steadily he looked over your body inches from him in nothing but your panties and when you reached up to remove the mask his eyes locked on yours, “I tried, to get back,”

“The Lord responsible for stealing and blocking your mirror has been executed decades past now. There is no threat to you, My Love. I have ensured it.” Dropping the mask your hand rose to cup his cheek and the distance was lost, his lips hungrily molded to yours and his arms circled your back pulling you right up against his chest.

A knock on the door to his apartment sounded and a messenger called out in the main hall seeing the Pearl doors open, “My King?”

Gently his nose stroked yours in his velvety call in return, “One moment.” Opening his eyes he found yours still closed easing another warm kiss ending in a tentative pull back in which your hands remained latched on to him. “Let us choose your gown,” he whispered and smiled leading you to the one he had made for tonight, “This one?”

You nodded and he smiled wider removing it from the hanger to help you into it. A sleeveless white gown hugging you to the layered flare out in folds from the hips down shifting from white to red in a far more manageable skirt for walking and dancing. The buttons up the back were secured and a final touch of your shimmering crown was added with another kiss and he took your hand to guide you out again.

Into the hall you strolled and grinned at the messenger, who bowed his head to you both when he snapped out of his moment of shock, “Lord Celeborn has arrived and Lord Elrond and his family are awaiting their formal greeting in the Throne Room.”

Thranduil nodded his head, “Yes, I shall grab my son and we will be along shortly.” He bowed his head again and turned to leave watching you turn to join the King in the walk to the giggle filled nursery across from your apartment. He glanced at you before giving the door a gentle push stating, “Little Leaf, there is someone I wish for you to meet.”

Another gasp sounded and he called out, “Naneth!” Spreading the smile across your face in his rush over to hug you.

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If You See Him

Day 22/23 Prompts - this is pt 1 of this story - sorry ran out of time yesterday to edit and post but here it is :D

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

…

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“Take. It. Off.”

…

Clunk, clunk, clunk. Heavily the axe in Thranduil’s hand fell to the stump he was using to split wood on now turned away from so he could toss the split pieces of wood into the back of the atv he had used to collect wood from the fallen trees taken out by last months storms to stock up for the growing winter season coming his way. Hundreds of acres up in these mountains were his to claim after decades of toiling away in the city on various sky scrapers in his architecture firm in search of a closer view of the stars. Out here was where he found it, a company retreat up in the ski resort a private jet overhead was flying to. The final piece of chopped wood was added and back he turned to chop some more.

Hours he had been at it as again she had flooded into his mind, his childhood pen pal from a class project in Doriath pairing those from Gondolin. In their early teens their parents had arranged a meet and it became an annual tango of arranging breaks to visit one another, winters, springs and summers with various dates together. From the first moment he loved her and those silver flecks in her purple eyes reminding him of the stars, all under her shimmering white gold curls glimmering in the moonlight. His Darling Starlight, a living star in his eyes for how bright she shone when a smile split across her face, images trapped in his mind.

Another warm summer day had her strewn across his bed enjoying the sunlight pouring in through the open windows like a giant cat content in the warmth after weeks of rain keeping them both inside. It was the first day of freedom and from his closet and smirking Thranduil strut out saying, “I’m ready.”

In a turn over he caught her wide eyed gaze before she said it, under his black tank top was her favorite yellow skirt with black bird silhouettes across them not buttoned down the side as it should but tucked into his bright green boxer briefs under revealing his long tones legs. “Why are you wearing that?”

Cheekily he replied in a turn to flash a glimpse of him from the back, “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“Take. It. Off.”

Onto her stomach she rolled and jumped on his back making him laugh in their scrambling match ending how it usually did, him sitting on top of her after she started to nibble on his ear and the side of his neck. Nowhere near anything amorous but enough to make him cry out, “Stop it! It tickles!”

Atop her he folded his hands around hers fumbling at another try to stroke his ears making him pretend to bite at her hands in return as he managed to grab them, “Quit it or I’ll bite.” Quick apologizing pecks on her palms were given after gentle nibbles on the edges of her hands before he leaned forward in the mess of her giggles to plant their locked hands on either side of her head in his own chuckles. A nip at her lip halted his bubbling laughter in the wonder what her odd curious grin up at him meant, suddenly she lifted up and his eyes shut when their lips met. Tighter his fingers clenched around hers in her pull away and when he would have leaned in to steal another kiss he straightened up retracting his grip to peer at his bedroom door after the signaling creak of the wooden floor alerting for a guest.

A stolen stroke of fingers on his stomach had a burst of laughter leave him in the flex of his abs from the ticklish stroke making him squirm from her touch as the door opened. Her giggles continued in a glance at his father looking over the pair of them and then his son’s outfit. Narrowing his eyes for a moment Oropher inhaled sharply then stated, “You’re going out dressed like that?” hastily he wet his lips, “Little Bud, at least wear some knee high socks or something, that is an absurd amount of leg for the cool breeze today. Tomorrow perhaps, it is supposed to be hotter.”

Thranduil smirked at him, “I’ll wait then. None of my socks are long enough.”

Oropher nodded then said, “Alright then. Don’t forget to be home by four, your Naneth’s work dinner is at five.”

Thranduil, “I won’t forget.”

Oropher nodded then turned around, “As you were then.” Closing the door behind him smirking at another set of giggles in his stroll away.

Down again Thranduil ducked though this time cupping your cheeks to awkwardly mash his lips into yours quickly being corrected while your hands gripped, one at his shirt and the other around his neck.

That was the last summer and he could feel himself shaking remembering each night after you creeping from your bed to his for more hushed bouts of tangling up under the covers in heated make out sessions and how it timidly pushed into more amorous explorations.

Each blow of the ax growing harsher in the tears welling up in his eyes remembering the news splashing across the screen as his family sat for a family movie night. ‘Ship overturned’ that was it, along the way to Gondolin a ship had been traveling, it took two days to get from Doriath to Gondolin crossing those waters and in the aftermath of an attack on Gondolin the shockwaves sent monster waves that overturned the ship.

Hours he had spent awake as the images flashed back like his hours switching through channels hoping for answers. War. Ship. Death. Waves. “Nothing, nothing, nothing,” he whimpered to himself through his tears remembering it all, from your first letter, the eagerness, the nerves, all up to that final morning, a hungry kiss and that final release of locked fingers to claim a tight hug at that boat dock.

“I love you, Dew Drop.” The words haunting him like a clap of thunder in a clear night sky hitting him at once making him shiver each time it suddenly echoed in his mind.

Sluggishly in a panting sob the ax tapped the stump and he lowered to crouch clamping his eyes shut in the rubbing the backs of his gloved hands over his face in a pained groan hearing his whispered reply, “I love you more. Just till Spring, then we’ll be married, my Darling Starlight.” Warmly he kissed her cheek and then he let her go. He hated himself for that right then, he should have held on, he should have thrown a tantrum, they should have run away to Helcrax like she had mentioned in their dreaming whispers in their first time tangled up in his bed.

A wedding in the snow, a cabin wrapped in a glistening blanket with peaceful herds of Elk dwelling within, and that was just what he had done and collected as if somehow it could have brought her back to him for those long overdue vows.

Inhaling sharply his head raised as he heard a static click and his son’s voice call out into the silence, “Ada?”

Standing up he huffed and wiped his cheek on his shoulder and mumbled, “Fuck,” Blinking down at his shoulder seeing a spray of dirt on his shoulder, a speck of which got in his eyes, “Least it’s not a splinter.” Crossing to the atv he leaned into the cart grabbing the walkie talkie saying, “Ya, Leg?”

“Everything alright up there?”

“Ya, just got some dirt in my eye. Storm rolling in?”

“Ya, how’d you get dirt in your eye?”

“It was on my shoulder, just give me a few minutes, I’ll drive back.”

“Don’t forget the ax this time, you know how Gimli gets about axes.”

“Oh yes, how could I forget the three days of shouting last year as he dug up a twelve by twenty patch of snow to find it wedged in the cart.” Thranduil let out a laugh blinking away the watery gaze in his eye from the dirt working itself from his eye almost hearing his son laughing remembering his boyfriend’s endearing trait. Fetching the ax he added it to the cart he closed and then straddled the seat on the atv pulling of his work gloves he left in his lap to wipe his cheeks in a settling exhale remembering feeling that body filling light his son and Gimli were wrapped up in. There was no worry of his objecting at all knowing how useless it would be in how enthralling life was when you had that light.

He caught flashes when he could remember you and he could never rob Legolas from that, but he did have to draw the line when Gimli wanted to rearrange his bookshelves to try and ‘repair’ the one crooked shelf after having broken the banister on the front porch somehow after repainting it for him. Somehow the adorably clumsy and repair blind fiery haired Dwarf assumed himself master of all. Yet still he could make a hell of a breakfast smoothie, part of how they had met in a cooking class so Gimli could open his own smoothie shop Legolas loved dreaming of joining with his own dream year round orchard and produce in a special greenhouse he and Thranduil were still designing.

Adding his gloves again a passing glimpse of the ring she had picked for him led to one of the Elk from the herd living on these lands. He fired up the engine and started driving off to the cabin in the distance hearing the rest of the herd entering the clearing now free of the dangerous fallen trees he had cleared much safer for their young ones. They would have come out when he was there had he stayed longer, certainly unafraid of him and even willingly wandering to his cabin, especially their leader who loved to make faces at him through the windows terrifying him early in the morning. Each time making him shake his head and wonder if it was some sign from her to keep some laughter in his days, no doubt another trip coming up by the glint of mischief in the buck’s eye watching him leave.

Parked in the garage he climbed off the atv he switched off and he sighed stretching his legs on the stroll out to the side steps he walked down the snow bank on the concrete half wall beside it to avoid the ice on the steps. Hopping down again he walked to the front door where he froze seeing Gimli racing around in a circle inside the front door, “Oh no, oh no, oh no…”

Peering inside he spotted Legolas grabbing the keys to the bronco saying, “Ada, Tulney said Tony’s loose again.”

Thranduil exhaled and tuned grabbing the flannel coat by the door he wrapped around Gimli’s side halting his circles with a quick grin saying, “Not helping. Back seat, go get comfy,” Gimli nodded and Thranduil turned taking the keys, “I am driving, last time you spooked the moose by driving too close. Come on,” waving his hand for his chuckling son to exit the door he locked behind them in the trot to the bronco in the wrap around driveway.

Three inches from a heart attack you sat ignoring the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t noticed you were on your way to an emotional dive, after all this was your first time meeting his family. It had only been two months, and five dates, which was absurdly early but in a sudden answering of his mother’s skype call in the middle of your last date where she demanded you come out to the ski resort their family owned. Clearly the Numenorean mother had no intention of remembering your name as three times in the twenty minute conversation through that dinner.

But with two packed bags you sat struggling to calm, and a lovely silver necklace with a sapphire ended spiral to goad you into coming you couldn’t stop stroking between glances at your shimmering heart shaped ring. A shimmering white heart shaped stone surrounded by a ring of smaller matching stones spreading onto a trio of bands coated in more shimmering white stones making you miss your first love all the more as it matched his with silver antlers around a heart shaped white stone with woven bands. One person’s misfortune left this dazzler and his in a pawn shop well within your price ranges.

Finally a big hand circled yours on your lap and your head turned to peer up at the dark haired dark eyed scruffy chinned man who said, “They’re not gonna eat you,” as the ding sounded for the landing of the private jet arriving at the resort.

“I know. Just, this is a family thing-,”

He waved his free hand, “They invite the help to join us all the time.”

Nodding your head you looked to the window opposite his and mouthed, “The help.” Inhaling sharply you tried to shake off the memory that you had met at your being hired to photograph a shoot for an article on the founder of the company he works at a few months back he got your number from. That phrase was clearly written all over you as you entered the lobby in your non designer jeans and sweater under your thick fur lined jacket that had clearly seen better days. All the same under the lights overhead heads turned when your white gold hair shimmered and those silver flecked purple eyes lit up in taking in all the decorations inside the building you been forced to come to.

Twelve numbers apart, presumably at opposite ends of the same floor, your rooms sounded to be. Honestly you didn’t mind as the mousy haired mother who called you a seventh alternative to your name you forced a grin and watched as she darted off with her son naming a leggy raven haired beauty who toasted her martini to him on her naming. Five minutes was what his father gave you, the blonde who had his eyes locked on a fiery haired Dam across the lobby he left you for.

Pocketing your key you strolled after the others into the reception area for the luncheon planned for the arriving guests. Ordering an orange juice was all you had been given time to do after a bathroom stop when the party kicked on and in the sea of people you were pulled into mingling and then two hours later your arm was tapped.

A peppy blonde aid came into your view forcing a grin onto your face as you stole a glance out at the starry night coming into view in a break of the incoming snow storm, “Mrs Erge wanted to speak to you.”

You nodded, “Oh, okay, sure.” Standing up you felt your finger ease against the bands on your index finger and you followed the blonde in her trot through the crowded room making you mumble in Gondolin Elvish, “Not a problem, not like I’m busy, being the help and all..”

She glanced back asking, “Did you say something?” With a wide grin.

Shaking your head you forced a grin yourself, “Sorry, just admiring your earrings.”

A blush coated her cheeks and she turned stroking one of the dangling heart shaped pink earrings, “Aww, thank you! My husband bought them for me.” Turning around she continued on and at the door she whispered before opening it, “Her bark’s worse than her bite.”

You nodded, “Thanks.”

Through the door however you were urged inside and it seemed more like meeting a Doctor for a tumor consultation than meeting the parents of your five time date. Words seemed to blur and holding your grin you listened to her spout on and on about the long line of successful Men from her family and how they all had expectations from their boy.

“So you see, it takes a certain amount of pedigree to join our ranks, and, well, some Elven photographer out sightseeing their way through eternity isn’t what we want for our boy. And he has said he has certain, plans for the future, however any of that future would not be funded by us. Now, Belinda, I am certain your family-,”

A chuckling exhale came from you and her brow inched up as your gaze dropped to your lap then rose back to her parting her lips as she saw the tears in your eyes even as you held your smile growing more stunning as it grew. “Mrs Erge, you have no idea who I am, or even my name you haven’t bothered to remember. One thing I can tell you is I lost everything, and everyone I love when Gondolin was attacked.” Your hands reached up behind your neck and you removed the necklace you set on the table saying, “No fight necessary. Family is everything, and clearly I will never be enough.” Squirming on her seat you cut her off from saying anything by saying, “Especially when your son said I would be welcomed because you often invite the help.” On your feet you turned to the door, “Forgive me for wasting so much of you and your son’s time.”

Through the door you went and straight up to your room you went, a quick stop to pee and you eyed your bags you strode to mumbling, “Screw this. I’d rather sleep with the bears.” Grabbing your duffel you shouldered with your rolling suitcase in your hand. On the way to the door strolling through the lobby you left your key on the unmanned counter and strolled your way right out the front door into the night. A quick tug hat your beanie eased on over your braid you tucked inside your jacket you zipped and clasped after raising your hood. “Come on, you can be my little snow bunny!” You mocked to yourself after the first mile you had walked as the wind picked up.

True as an Elf the cold and snow didn’t trouble you but the skidding feet leaving you wide eyed and bow legging yourself across patches of black ice had you grateful when the snow started to float down. In a soft sigh you mumbled, “Dew Drop would never have done this.” Glancing around you sighed again, “This place would have been perfect.”

** Two Days Later **

“We have everything? Shop’s gonna be shut down for weeks.” The pair nodded and Thranduil eased closer to his son’s side saying lowly, “You can beat the storm if you’d rather stay with Gran and Gramps so you won’t be stuck with me out here in the middle-,”

Gimli inched up to his other side, “Hup, hup, hup, no, no you are not getting rid of us that easily! Storm or no storm we said we were booked to stay with you for the month and the month we will stay.” He grinned wider, “Besides, I brought Jenga and Life.” He nodded making Thranduil smirk at his son.

Legolas smirked back grabbing Gimli’s hand, “Come on you wild one you. We need to get these supplies back to the house.”

Out to the Bronco they strode while Thranduil once again drew attention to his ring keeping the woman behind the counter from trying to hit on him again after the first time he had moved in and come to stock up. Into the growing snow he smirked and helped to fill up the back Gimli closed as Thranduil eyed the road ahead in his stroll around the bronco to climb in the driver’s seat.

Backing out he smirked catching a glance of Legolas holding Gimli’s gloved hand in the rear view mirror. Shifting gears he turned his gaze back to the road wondering what that speck was in the distance coming from the split in the road. The closer they got the couple in the back leaned forward and Legolas asked, “Is that a person? Walking? There’s nothing around for miles!”

Gimli, “With luggage too. Where the hell could they be going?”

Thranduil said, “Well they can’t be thieves, no one would be foolish enough to rob someone, on foot using suitcases to getaway in this storm.”

Gimli, “By the size of them looks like a Lass. Maybe her car broke down.”

Legolas, “Ada, we can’t just leave her out here, storm’s growing.”

Thranduil, “I know. We can see at least where they’re headed.”

Pulling up beside the stranger he rolled down the window instantly feeling a slap of snow billowing inside through the window, “Car break down?”

All –

Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim, @jotink78, @pastelhexmaniac

X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Theincaprincesswritingchallenge #30daywritingchallengebytheincaprincess #Hobbit #lotr

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Falling Feathers

Walking outside, it’s early morning and all you can hear is the crunch of snow and ice under your feet.

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Sorry its so late, had to sleep, but technically it’s not midnight yet... :D Short and fluffy snowed in ramble for the grumpy Lords and Elf King himself. :D

Whoever said Elves were not jolly hadn’t seen these. Scowl didn’t come close. A wrong turn and a flipping rain induced accident had you and your over turned wagon rolling into the fields just outside of Rivendell in the middle of their fighting off a band of wargs, was there a thank you when your wagon crashed into four of them? No. Months you had traveled and where did your effort land you, heavily bandaged and waiting in the prison cells in the lowest levels of Rivendell.

Lord Elrond was meant to be so much more than the battle worn Elf who had simply had you locked away to deal with later. But beggars can’t be choosers, nor can prisoners. From the early rainy spring all the way to the final week of fall you were set aside to question later with nothing to do but knit and stitch your days and nights away. Fifteen quilts, 27 sweaters and 48 mittens paired with both hats and scarves later and your supplies had come to an end. The fabric you were trying to take to Dale to barter now was next to worthless to anyone not approving of the patterns chosen.

It truly was innocent and just when you imagined you could plead your case you had been moved, simply to house more threatening Men in your cell instead. One of the guards having kept daily notes on your peaceful yet slightly irritated hums to yourself and acceptance of your having to wait had vouched that you were not a danger. Off to house arrest you went, one of the tiniest rooms now housed your wares and each day you were granted a guarded stroll through a nearly abandoned stretch of gardens out of anyones way. Time you took to your advantage as did the guard, who was glad to see you so relaxed now in your feigned freedom while random servants passed you by wondering where they had seen you before.

‘Just one of those faces’ is what you always said, but honestly you had no clue who you came from, a band of Hobbits had found you clad in bloody armor washed up on their shores. And the symbol on it transferred to a wood coin around your neck was what you held onto hoping one day someone might know what it meant. Yet as fall stretched on and the air grew colder the Men were sent back to Gondor to face their trials and you were left to your apartment as Elrond had yet to deal with what he imagined to be your pent up rage at him having put you off for so long.

Winter was coming and in the first crisp wind signaling snow over the night. Even among the Hobbits you loved the snow, yet you never understood why when Elves naturally were depressed in winter, then again with little history to pull from there were countless things possibly contributing to it. A little boy’s sigh sounded and by his tone of mumbles when Elrond called ‘Estel’ back to his studies you would have imagined his young life was over already at the first white fleck in the sky.

Also trapped was the band of Greenwood Elves having traveled with their King and Prince trapped in this ravine of a kingdom at the iced over paths surrounding it. One arrival however gave you something short of an answer, the Lord Glorfindel has returned from escorting the Men Just in time and his path from the stables straight past you on your stroll had you nearly in the bushes at his tackling hug as he called out, “Echo!”

So now you had a name, and part of a story, the Elf confused as to how you had forgotten your life the scar under a strip of hair you brushed back came as an answer. Places, faces and random memories were what you had, no names or dates though. You did recognize the Lord who claimed he aided your father in raising you alone. Daughter to a Lord of Fountains now miles under the ocean, lot of good that did you. At least you knew now, and the Elves surrounding you were more than remorseful and began to extend their daily lives to fill your now free days to explore and enjoy the snow capped city worsening their moods at having waited so long that you missed it at its pinnacle of beauty in the year.

Curious stares and timid flashes of grins in you passing left little comfort as even now when everyone knew your name you still had no true friends to spend your time with while Glorfindel was on his rounds between times with you to learn all he’d missed since last seeing you in the First Age and rekindle your bond. One person especially seemed interested in growing closer to you, the awed stares of the young boy in your daily strolls found him wide eyed at the shimmering black curls laying down your back and bright silver flecked purple eyes. Though always he was off again searching for the Prince from Greenwood to fill his days as he felt the gardens were off limits due to the snow.

If anything had irritated you more than the obvious scuffle, while you waited for your belongings to be sent from the Shire after sending an owl off with a letter for your adopted family to pack and have shipped off with the usual band of Rangers taking up the task of transporting shipments from the Shire. You ached to hear the city full of giggles and cheer and felt yourself still pausing along the way as if to let the nonexistent fauntlings to rush past you towards another undisturbed patch of snow. Something had to be done, and it seemed you were the only one to do it and thanks to the growing snow flurries filling the city you had ample supplies to do so.

A shovel was found and you were off. Thankfully you were nearly the only one awake on this half of the kingdom and you put it to good use. Walking outside, it’s early morning and all you can hear is the crunch of snow and ice under your feet. A stop for cocoa and some food left you hearing distant chuckles making you smirk as the sun began to rise.

Through the walkways were dozens of what appeared to be fluffy cygnets in a wobbly trail out into the center gardens. Curiously the Elves all followed the trail when the lifelike statues of snow would not budge and in the center garden was where they found a five foot tall swan seated on its belly with a wing raised it appeared to be preening. Around it the awed Elves circled waiting for any sign of a heartbeat as their eyes took in the tiny telling sparkles on each detailed feather and detail signaling the material used to craft the flock. A loud gasp from Estel on his way to breakfast had him crouching to inspect a group of cygnets before he trotted into the garden only to giggle at the real pair of swans that had come to inspect their giant kin as well wondering why the Elves had been drawn to it.

Honks filled the city when more came to inspect the statues, a few of which were knocked over and crumbled stirring up a fuss and sending feathers flying to blend into the snow until they eventually calmed. Only a few guards had known it was you, yet after your swans had been made you were gone from sight well into the afternoon.

Sighing again you found Estel seated on a bench peering out at the snow longingly making you smirk and give the doorway a knock making him turn and peer at you wide eyed noticing the bundle of clothes in your hands. “Care to play?”

“But, the snow…”

Moving closer you offered him a sweater, he pulled on with a scarf, hat and mittens to add on the curious boy now peering up at you making you giggle and offer your hand, “Come on. I’ll show you how fun the snow can be.”

Atop a hill you caught sight of a group of curious Elves, including Lord Elrond, who heard that you had taken the young boy out into the snow. On your hip for the trot up the three foot deep snow with a wooden sled in your other hand furrowing their brows in curiosity. Among the growing group was the King and Prince both watching you settle him in front of you then slide down the large hill. Wide eyed and gripping your arms Estel sat stunned until you stopped then blinked up at the Lords a few yards away ready to snatch him away until a loud laugh left him and he bounced up taking hold of the rope turning the sled around with you still on it giggling, “Again!”

Popping up you picked up both and raced back up the hill for the second ride now filled with his giggles and cheers lasting as Elrond’s sons found their own sleds and drug Legolas along with them. When the giggles died down a gentle scoop of snow tossed at the boy’s arm had him look down then back up to you as you made another ball, crouching down he copied your actions and in the gentle snowball fight.

A growl of his stomach had you claiming his hand again to guide him to your new apartment, inside which the curious Lords and Princes caught a whiff of the stew you had prepared in the covered pot on the stove. Clearly prepared for this you set out the bowls of stew for all of them along with your supply of cocoa and grilled cheeses you made to help warm the young boy up again brightening his smile as you shared a few stories the Hobbits usually share through the winter months.

Bouncing and ready to play again his hand melted into yours and you were off to show him another of your surprises. Back in the abandoned gardens you used to stroll through his mouth fell open seeing the ice castle you had made glittering brightly he shot forward to inspect. Nearly on all fours you giggled and shot after him with the smirking twins right after. Again the snowball fight was picked up and through the random skylights giggles filled the air form all of you. Even Legolas had grinned joining Glorfindel in playing when he had returned from his early rounds.

The next goal of yours was to loosen the scowl on the clearly irritated King muttering o himself of all his usual winter habits being so far away in the kingdom he could not reach thanks to the snow his son was now playing in. Through the open archways he was pacing in a crash of snow splattering across his chest from the cold circle on the side of his arm you had clipped made him freeze and turn to confront you. He was not playing, he was not even looking your way, this was uncalled for, all this rattled around his head as he approached you outside the castle ducking to make another snowball to hit one of the Princes popping up through the skylights of the castle once again.

A shadow falling on you made you peer upwards and stand for him to say, “Is this how you treat nobility in your Hobbit lands? By throwing snow at them?”

You shrug, “Never saw a King among them. Hobbits have Thains, and even they find the energy to smile from time to time. They’re not afraid of snow. So, no.”

Frozen in place the others watched the agitated King and his telling eyebrow twitch while Elrond hid his reaction with a sip of tea from the mug in his hands, “I am not afraid. However there will be consequences.”

You tilt your head in another shrug, “You know, that sort of requires me going down peacefully. Where as, in fact, to punish me you’d have to catch me Mr Grumpy Gills.”

His lips part and you dart off into the ice castle. Exhaling sharply his scowl formed again and he ducked even lower than you had to and he tried to discern your tracks from those of the others. Through the skylights he seemed no longer a King but a determined meerkat with his head popping up only for him to grumble and growl at your hitting him again with another snowball.

Eventually he tackled you out of nowhere into a snow bank, a victorious chuckle vibrating through his puffed out chest from another deep inhale. Retracting with you being picked up in his arms just beaming from adrenaline and the fun of it he asked, “Now would you like to hear what punishment you’ve bought yourself for all this?”

Your arms drape around his neck and you grin saying, “I doubt it would be effective to make me stray from striking again no matter what you choose. I got what I wanted. Either way you may want to wait a bit, everything you say sounds way less intimidating with that smile of yours.”

All –

Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim, @jotink78, @pastelhexmaniac

X Thranduil - @evyiione, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf, @pastelhexmaniac

#Theincaprincesswritingchallenge #30daywritingchallengebytheincaprincess #Hobbit #lotr #Thranduil x OC #Snowed In

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