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thyndolhen · 4 hours ago
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Happy ADA (Mothers) day!!!!
My Ada is everything for me, Love you Ada with all my being
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Soooo I wrote a sad Thranduil and Legolas oneshot. I felt like giving myself feels, I guess.
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“Ada? Can I come in?”
The soft, childish voice startled Thranduil out of his thoughts, and he looked to the wide oaken doors of his chambers to see the timid face of his young son Legolas peering in. The child’s eyes were wide in concern as Thranduil sighed and gave an impatient wave with one jewel-bedecked hand, part of which was bound in white cloth.
Legolas stepped nervously into Thranduil’s chambers, his hands shaking slightly as he curled them into fists at his sides. “Ada...I heard you got attacked by a spider…”
Thranduil let out a snort of annoyance. “It’s none of your business, child. Stop bothering me.”
“But...ada nin….” Legolas swallowed, a shimmer of liquid passing over his desperation-filled eyes. “Can I see? To check if you’re okay?”
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” Thranduil snapped. “Clearly I am fine.”
Legolas choked, his shoulders tensing. “Please?” he said softly.
Thranduil turned to glare at him, trailing the sleeves of his robe across the floor as he paced towards his son and stared down at him. “Fine,” he spat, unwrapping the cloth from his wrist to reveal a deep purple-red gash that scissored from the center of his palm to his elbow. Blood oozed from the edges, and a faint purplish-blue coloring tainted the skin around the wound, indicating signs of bruising. Legolas stared at the wound in horror.
“Ada, did the spider bite you? Did it poison you?”
“It slashed at me with its legs,” the elvenking answered, rebandaging his arm and turning away. He massaged his forehead with the tips of his fingers. “They have claws at the ends.”
“Ada, I’m so sorry,” Legolas whispered.
“It’s nothing.”
There was a long silence, and then Legolas said in a shaking voice, “Ada, why do you hate me?”
The question gave Thranduil pause, and he froze, his fingers curling towards his palms. He stammered, broken words falling from his lips. “I don’t--I don’t hate you.”
“But you don’t love me,” Legolas said, his voice almost inaudible. Thranduil felt small fingers slip into his, and Legolas rested his head against his father’s side. “You used to, back before Emel died. You used to play games with me...and...and pick flowers with me...and read me stories…” The child was crying now, burying his face in the luxurious fabric of Thranduil’s robe. “I miss you, ada. I miss...I miss us.”
Thranduil felt a sudden stabbing sensation in his chest, as if someone had pierced it with a spear. His hands trembled, and he felt himself swaying slightly, looking down at the blond head of Legolas, the elfling’s thin crown hanging askew over one ear, his face probably covered in tears. The child clung to him, shaking, and Thranduil couldn’t deny that he missed embracing his child. He missed holding him close and singing to him, or showing him plants Legolas had never seen before, or laughing at a silly joke his son had made.
For a brief moment, Thranduil allowed himself to give in to the temptation, and a few seconds later he was on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around Legolas, one hand pressing his son’s head to his chest, the other rubbing his back. Legolas sobbed and threw his arms around Thranduil’s neck, gasping for breath, tears pouring from his eyes faster than he could wipe them away. Thranduil felt his own eyes beginning to fill with liquid as he held his son, as he breathed him in, as he smoothed back Legolas’ tangled hair from his face. He missed this, Ai Valar, how he missed it…
But a moment later, anger swept over him in a wave, and he shoved Legolas away, reeling backwards and away from the child’s desperate embrace. Thranduil stumbled to his feet, brushing off his robes, his face contorting in wrath, fury bubbling within him--fury directed at himself. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel any kind of emotion, and now that he had just been nearly overcome by it, he felt as if he had crossed over a boundary he never should have even gotten close to. The last time he felt emotion for anything--rather, for anyone--it had hurt him too deeply for him to ever make that mistake again.
But he just did.
He tensed his fingers, feeling the sting as his nails dug into his palms, as they scraped over the fresh wound zigzagging across his skin. He could sense Legolas behind him, could hear the child sobbing softly, heart aching to be held again by the father he no longer knew. “Please, ada,” Legolas whimpered; Thranduil heard him drop to the floor and lie there weeping. “Please love me again.”
Thranduil twisted his face into a snarl and stepped over the sobbing elfling, curling his lips back from his teeth as he looked down at the child. “How can I love you again,” he said in tones coated in frost, “when I have never loved you at all?”
As a shuddering cry ripped from Legolas’ throat, Thranduil seized the child under the arms and hauled him roughly from his chambers, tossing him in a heap in the hallway. Legolas curled into a ball, crying as if his heart was breaking--but it had already broken years before. Without a second look, Thranduil slammed and locked the door of his chamber, then slumped against it, feeling as though metal bars were tightening around his chest, suffocating him.
The door vibrated as small fists pounded it, and a pleading voice, faint beyond the thickness of the door, sobbed, “Ada, please!”
But Thranduil closed his eyes and ignored the plea, ignored the darkness beginning to consume him, ignored the icy tears falling down his face, trying only to forget.
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elvcnson · 4 days ago
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@tharanduil : * dad jokes at lego *
legolas: ..i wish to emancipate myself 
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whore-for-hobbits · 4 days ago
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Sitting in the front row of class talking to my Tolkien teacher like, he doesn’t know I was up until midnight writing aralas fanfic. If he did, he would either be super impressed that I’m spending so much time thinking about Tolkien, or super disappointed that I’m writing gay fanfic. Probably both.
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Conversation
Aragorn: My policy is that if you see something say something.
Legolas: I saw a frog on the sidewalk today!
Aragorn: Outstanding. This is what I’m talking about, people.
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whore-for-hobbits · 9 days ago
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I believe in good dad Thranduil superiority
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thyndolhen · 14 days ago
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A pirates life for me....!!!
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crazy-ravenspirit · 18 days ago
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LET'S JUST HAVE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THIS CUTIE! (Leggy)
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elvish-sky · 27 days ago
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The Best Day {Legolas x Reader}
A.N: I wrote this for @band--psycho ‘s 1.5k Bingo Challenge! The prompt was “beach.” I loved writing this, it’s been forever since I’ve written Legolas which is absolutely ridiculous and I need to write him more. Anyways, I really hope you guys love this as much as I do, it was an utter joy to work on!
Word Count: 1,337
Summary: You wheedle Legolas into going to the beach for the day.
Pairing: Modern AU Legolas x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
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The Best Day
“C’mon, Legolas. Can we please go to the beach today?”
You looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, collapsing onto the couch next to him.
“It’s only 8:30, if we go now we can get a good spot!”
He still didn’t look up from his book.
“We can get Italian ice…”
Legolas slammed his book shut and sprung off the couch. “Ok, be outside in ten minutes!”
You laughed, missing the twinkle in his eye, following him to your bedroom where you quickly donned your favorite backless black one-piece, throwing a cover-up over it as your boyfriend picked out his green swimming trunks.
You left Legolas putting his hair up into his usual beach-going style, and grabbed two towels and sunscreen from the closet, stuffing them into a bag. You raided the fridge for drinks to stick in a cooler, root beer for you, and ginger ale for Legolas, who after discovering it two years ago refused to drink any other soda. Lastly, you stuffed a bag of Doritos, a bag of Sour Cream and Onion potato chips, and your wallet into the bag with the towels. You grabbed your bike helmet from its spot above the coatrack and clipped it on, going outside and fastening the beach bag onto Legolas’ bike, the cooler straps slung onto your back.
You heard the door to the house open again and turned to see Legolas locking the door behind himself. His hair was pulled back into a man bun, and he was wearing an unbuttoned teal shirt that revealed his toned chest and abs. Buckling his helmet, he got onto his bike and the two of you were off.
Arriving at the beach, you locked your bikes onto the rack, Legolas grabbing the beach bag off of his. Walking down onto the soft sand, you turned right, looking for a place to spread out your towels. It took a moment before you realized Legolas wasn’t beside you anymore.
“Where are you going?” you asked, turning around to see him fifty feet away in the opposite direction.
“I’m finding us a spot!”
“But we always go right!” You did. The right side of the beach was just better, everyone knew that.
He laughed, “Fine, we’ll go right,” and jogged back to you, grabbing your hand.
Together, you found a perfect spot and spread out your towels. You got the sunscreen and applied it, doing Legolas back, and then sat on the towels.
“Can we go in yet?”
For someone who hadn’t wanted to go to the beach today, Legolas was very impatient.
“Five more minutes,” you giggled at the pout on his face, “we have to wait for the sunscreen to set!”
Finally, five minutes later, he sprang up. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
“No fair!” You shouted, sprinting down the sand towards the sparkling blue ocean.
You watched your boyfriend dive in, water rising in a splash all around him. He surfaced, water streaming down his face in rivulets as he blinked it out of his eyes, smiling at you.
“I see someone still hasn’t dunked!”
“Legolas, no…. No, no- AGHHHHHHH-” Your scream was cut off by Legolas dropping you into the water.
Quickly, you surfaced, spluttering.
“Oh, I’m gonna get you for that.”
You dove, grabbing his ankles and yanking them so that he fell. This time when your head rose above the water, he was the one spluttering. You giggled, watching him shake his head at you in mock disappointment.
“Y/N. I thought you were better than that.”
Legolas moved as if to lunge at you and dunk you again, but before he could you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, hooking your legs around his waist and clinging on. He started, but grabbed your thighs to support you and leaned closer, kissing you.
You lost yourselves in each other for a moment. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, one of his hands under your thigh, holding you up as the other stroked your bare back and you silently thanked whatever had made you decide to wear a backless bathing suit. You broke apart, before pressing a trail of kisses down his jawline, so focused on Legolas and only Legolas and his soft breath mingling with yours that you didn’t notice when he started to tip over.
All you had time for was a shout of, “LEGOLA-” before you fell underwater together.
You came up laughing, him blushing.
“Oops.”
“Oops? Oops?! Y/N, we fell over in the ocean because I was too focused on kissing you and not on the fact that there are waves in the ocean, and all you have to say is oops? It’s super embarrassing!”
You couldn’t stop laughing. “It’s not embarrassing, you doofus, we’re in love! And besides, it seems like an oops sort of situation.”
His face lightened and you smiled at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before breaking away.
You dashed towards the beach, hearing Legolas’s confused sound of disappointment that the kiss hadn’t gone any further behind you.
“I call the potato chips!”
“Y/N, you can’t call the potato chips, potato chips are fair game to everyone and you cannot deny me potato chips on the grounds of ‘you called them first-”
It was annoying how he never got out of breath while running, even sprinting so fast that he was gaining on you very quickly. You groaned in frustration as, catching up with you, he scooped you up and continued running, reaching the towels and plopping you onto one while he went straight for the chips.
“Share please?”
Legolas smiled at you and sat next to you on the towel, holding out the chips for you to take a handful.
Later, as the sunset cast the sky in pink and orange, you held Legolas’ hand as you walked down the beach. You stopped and turned to face him.
“Thank you for the best day.”
He smiled. “Look at the sunset.”
You turned, marveling at the light it cast over the still water. When you looked back at your boyfriend, he was bent on one knee in front of you.
You gasped.
Legolas reached out for your hand, grasping it in his as the other went into his pocket and pulled out a box.
“Y/N. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and probably on some level have loved you forever. Your soul sparked something in mine and continues to feed that flame every day and I’m not sure what I would do without it. I adore your smile, your laugh, the way you’re always up for anything. You make me want to be the best version of myself and encourage me towards that every single day.”
He stopped, for a moment, and you could see tears brimming in his eyes to match the ones in yours before he took a breath, opening the small box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen.
“I guess all this is to say that I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of our lives falling over in the ocean because we’re too busy kissing. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” You gasped.
Legolas stood, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger, which it fit perfectly.
“I have one question.”
He looked at you, slightly concerned.
“Was that box in your pocket the whole day? Like, even when we were in the ocean?”
Legolas laughed, a hearty, relieved sound.
“Nope! I grabbed it from my bag when we went for this walk.”
You grinned. “Good. And I love you too.”
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your fiancee’s lips.
He quickly deepened it, hands in your hair, kissing you like this was the end of everything. Or the beginning of something new.
You stood there, entwined in each other, two silhouettes almost merging into one in the sunset.
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sokkasdarling · a month ago
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alive (legolas x reader)
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requested by : @wellfuckmyexistence​ (ages ago im so SORRY)  -  Because your A FREAKING QUEEEEEN AND I LOVE YOU!!!from the fluff prompt list: “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”With maybe Legolas X Reader? Or Haldir?? Whatever floats you’re boat hehe!! ☺️🤗
a/n: feeling some weird surge of energy and wanna write SO im trying to get as much done lol so heres a fluffy legolas oneshot thingy for the loml also the laptop im usings keys r super weird??? if anyone finds anything misspelled or literal words missing or incorrect punctuation PLS TELL ME THANK U anyway hope u all enjoy<3
meleth nin = my love in elvish
Shards of early morning sun ripped into your chambers through the deep-coloured – but somehow rather transparent – curtains. You allowed an elongated sigh to tumble from your lips before you rubbed your eyes. As you leaned to stretch your arms out in front of you, you felt a tug at your long locks, huffing at the frustrating sensation.
Quite quickly, you closed your eyes and your head met the pillow once again, and you wrapped the covers around your shivering frame. It always took you a while to get comfortable, and this time was no exception, tossing and turning in an attempt to find a position in which you could stay for a while until Legolas would return from his morning meetings.
Since the two of you had begun courting, you hadn’t fought much—well, not at all really, except for once. Being the Prince of Mirkwood was hardly an easy job, but neither was courting him. If he wasn’t in meetings with his father all day, then he was busy with some other nonsense that you didn’t understand, or helping to guard the forest. This meant that you really didn’t get to spend much time at all with him. It had started to bother both of you, so you found a compromise. After Legolas’ morning meetings, he would return to your shared chambers in order to spend some time with you before he tended to other business. He also arranged for some guards to train you in combat (only when he couldn’t train you himself, of course) so that the two of you could protect the forest together. It was working very well. The two of you have never been more in love.
While you were swivelling around, a deep exhale came from behind you that caused you to freeze.
“Legolas?” You called out in a whisper.
“Yes, meleth nin?”
“By the Valar,” you cursed quietly. “Legolas, you frightened me!” After a short while of silence, you turned your head to look at him, eliciting another over-dramatic sigh from him.
“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.” Oh, yes, how could you forget? Another term of your compromise was that Legolas would braid your hair each morning and undo them each night before you slept. With a chuckle, you sat up with your back to him. His smile was radiant, you didn’t have to look at him to know how hard he was grinning.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” You asked gently, taking extra care to keep as still as you could.
There was a short silence before he responded. He was concentrating. “You looked peaceful. And you haven’t been sleeping well recently, so I let you sleep.”
That was something you adored about him, how he always put your needs at the forefront. Funnily enough, he loved the very same thing about you. You looked after each other. Most times together didn’t need to be spent doing anything romantic. If he was frustrated you would listen to him, if you were cold he would wrap his body around your own, if you were feeling anxious he would hold your hand, if he needed a break you would ensure that a break was taken. Your love went without saying, but of course, that didn’t mean you didn’t tell each other.
You were unsure if you had ever felt love like this, your love with Legolas. It had all seemed so foreign and distant for so much of your life, but now, it was close; warm and inviting.
A sniffle.
Legolas immediately released your hair from his fingers, holding his hands up in surrender. “Are you alright? Was I pulling too hard?” Urgency suffocated his words as he moved around the bed to face you, cupping your cheek with his hand. You smiled, holding his hand against your face, giggling a little at his confused face.
“I’m fine, meleth nin. I was merely thinking of how much you mean to me.” His perplexed scowl softened at your words, that lopsided grin you adored capturing his face again. He carefully wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. He did not say anything in return. He didn’t have to.
Legolas gently pulled your body against his, encapsulating you in a loving embrace. He pressed his lips to your forehead. You listened to his heartbeat, breathing along with him, smiling at how his chest rose and fell.
“I’m happy you’re alive.” You sighed contentedly.
“I’m happy you’re alive, too, Y/N.” He hummed in return, finishing off your braids while you held each other.
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crazy-ravenspirit · a month ago
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LoTR Incorrect quotes #1
Legolas: Okay, truth or dare?
Aragorn: Truth
Legolas: How many hours have you slept this week?
Aragorn:
Aragorn: ...Dare
Legolas: Go to sleep.
Aragorn: I don’t like this game.
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elvish-sky · a month ago
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Boromir: So, which one of you is the big spoon and which is the little spoon?
Legolas: Neither
Aragorn: We are chopsticks.
Boromir: That’s kinda cute. Does that mean you nestle together perfectly?
Legolas: No, it just means that if you take either of us away from the other, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
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thyndolhen · a month ago
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I love this modern Legolas style, obviously Thranduil always buy him the most finest and trendy clothes, he is daddy's baby after all
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elvish-sky · a month ago
💛 33 with Legolas <3 congrats!
A.N: I haven’t written for Legolas in so long, this honestly felt like therapy! (therapy probably shouldn’t be writing imaginary romance with fictional characters, now that I think about it. Oh well!) Anyhoo. Thank you so so much for this request, I adored it and got to break out the Legolas fluff again. I hope you like it <3!!
Word Count: 419
Warnings: Fluff, the teensiest (is that a word?) bit of Angst
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Legolas is Terrible at Planning
You walked down the halls of the Woodland Realm, arm in arm with your betrothed, Legolas. You were heading back to your rooms after a council meeting, in which King Thranduil had appointed Legolas to travel to Imladris and bring news of the escape of the creature known as Gollum.
“I cannot believe you are going to Imladris! I would so love to see Arwen.”
He nodded. “I know. I’m hopeful that our friend Aragorn may be there as well, I have not seen him for moons.”
You smiled at him. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time.”
Inside, you secretly wished that he would not go. You loved him and wanted him to be able to visit his friends and be happy, but part of you wished you were joining him. You did not want to be parted for the time the journey would take.
Arriving at the door to his rooms, you entered and began helping him pack. You stayed for a little while, before leaving to do the rest of your duties as one of Thranduil’s councilors. You advised the king on several diplomatic issues, most having to do with the dwarves, as the king was not known for his tact when handling such matters, all the while trying
Later that day, you headed back to Legolas’s rooms, wanting to say goodbye before his departure. Mustering up a happy face, you entered, just in time to see him shrug on his cloak.
“Meleth nin!” He greeted you, striding over for a kiss before picking up his quiver to fasten over his shoulder.
“I hope you have a safe journey.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, before breaking away and watching him walk towards the door.
You couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Legolas.”
He turned.
“Please don’t say goodbye,” you whispered.
He strode back to you, and the smirk on his face told you something was up.
“Didn’t I mention? You’re joining me!”
You smacked him. “Are you serious!”
He lifted your packed bag from where he had hidden it behind his bed in answer.
“You are terrible at planning trips. You don’t tell someone they’re going with you five minutes before you leave!” You exclaimed this, standing there with your arms crossed.
Then you smiled, grabbing it and whisking the cloak that you had conveniently left in his rooms earlier around your shoulders.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, grabbing your hand and whisking you out the door, to a new adventure.
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Conversation
Legolas: If I went missing for a week, would you be concerned?
Gimli: Yes.
Legolas: Wait, really? I thought that you wouldn't care.
Gimli, aggressively: You're my friend!
Legolas: I don't like how you said that.
Gimli, more aggressively: You're my friend!!
Legolas: Why are you yelling that at me?!?
Gimli, screaming: YOU'RE MY FRIEND!!
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