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nico-di-genova · 10 months

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Thranduil, the picture of elegance and grace, somehow raising a feral wild child who talks to trees more than he does people will never not be funny to me tbh. Like Legolas is such a little weirdo, and his dad is an ethereal king who has the most perfect posture of all time. I need a whole series of Legolas growing up in Mirkwood in the style of a goofy family sitcom tbh, I just think it would be fun.

#Thranduil: and here is my son. the crown prince. Legolas the first of his name my firstborn and the most skilled of our lineage #cut to Legolas eating dirt because he thinks it will help him commune better with the trees #he’s just my silly baby girl and I love him so much #legolas #thranduil #lotr #the hobbit #tolkien

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cornerful · 2 months

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'Where sight fails the earth may bring us rumour,' said Aragorn. 'The land must groan under their hated feet.' He stretched himself upon the ground with his ear pressed against the turf. He lay there motionless, for so long a time that Gimli wondered if he had swooned or fallen asleep again.

Aragorn being Weird hours are some of my favorite hours.

#aragorn and legolas 'eats dirt' allegations my beloved #where's that post where one of them is like 'oh this? this is just a snack' lmao i need it #was it a penny anna 🤔#lotr newsletter #lotrn228

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Legolas casually eating a handful of dirt from Sam's garden and commenting on his technique/soil quality? (Bonus points if it's advice totally unrelated to the actual soil)

Legolas what the heck are you talking about.

(Featuring the return of the Sam Stank Face! Dang my art style has changed since last year, holy crap—)

SEND IN YOUR SUGGESTIONS!

#legolas #samwise gamgee #lord of the rings #lotr #my art #fig tree au #i have no idea where the ‘legolas eats dirt’ joke came from and i’m afraid to ask #suggestion box

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mushroomates · 10 months

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can they cook: fellowship edition

samwise: obviously. makes the best food ever. doesn’t even follow recipes anymore. can bake too. makes really great pies, both sweet and savory. makes the dough himself.

frodo: no. sam and bilbo mostly cooked for him. sam taught him how to cook potatoes. he messed even that up. he helps by doing dishes and cutting and washing food. he can bake well, though.

pippin: once put an egg on the oven for breakfast. it was in its shell, and exploded. don’t let him near the knives or stove top.

merry: makes pretty good edibles. has mastered brownies and cookies, once put weed in a tart. can make dry sandwiches, that’s about it.

legolas: lmao no. accidentally on a raw diet. he eats everything as is. if you’re luckily he will give it a quick rinse. doesn’t eat meat, probably for the best. one time sam saw him take a bite out of a raw onion like it was an apple and lost his mind.

gimli: yes! makes good roasts and hearty stews. has the best jerky, and puts way to much pepper in everything. uses ground oven for everything he can- he digs a hole, fills it with food, and lights a fire over it. says the dirt add flavor.

aragorn: it’s edible. mostly unseasoned. will use herbs for medicine instead. knows how to perfectly cook any meat, but can’t make a salad for the life of him.

boromir: grill dad. he only cooks over flame. carrots? grill. potatoes? grill. nuts? grill. he’s a big fan of just, throwing the food into the fire pit. to be fair, it tastes pretty good. only uses salt, pepper and paprika.

gandalf: no one has ever seen gandalf cooking. truth is, he can, in theory. hasn’t actually cooked in forever. the last thing he made was a birthday cake. it was no one’s birthday. he ate it by himself and didn’t share with anyone.

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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Hello! 👋 Your work is amazing! I was wondering, how do you think the LOTR characters would interact with their companion/crush who has a loyal dog/wolf companion? How would the dog react to the characters? I just like the dynamics between people and animals. Take care!

SUPER OLD REQUEST I’M SORRY!!! Hmmmm interesting 🤔 I'm a huge animal girlie, though it's cats for me hehe! Love imagining my faves with animals omg 🥺

LoTR Characters + Your Loyal Canine Companion

Aragorn

✧ As someone who bonds with animals, he understands immediately and feels a sort of trust toward you because you respect other living things.

✧ He approaches the beast with great caution, near-reverence, offering a tentative hand. It is your turn to smile as your companion warily accepts, butting its head into his palm as he whispers gentle encouragement in Elvish.

✧ With your permission, takes it out tracking, curious to compare skills and see how the beasts of the world are truly made for their roles in a way even the greatest ranger cannot be.

✧ He sees firsthand the way you trust each other, move in battle as if carefully choreographed, and remarks how truly lucky you are.

✧ It moves your heart to see Aragorn’s grin one night when your companion practically knocks him off his seat by the fire.

Legolas

✧ You can see the surprise coloring his eyes before he actually speaks, the way they trace your motions and the furrow of his brows.

✧ Fearing it is judgment, you cross your arms and bite out a “Don’t tell me- an elf who’s not one for beasts?” Calm as anything, he replies in a tone dripping with wonder that he has never seen one so in tune with the world of nature, and at that, in the face of his satisfied smile, your jaw and tone drop.

✧ Naturally, your guardian is completely calm in Legolas’s presence, regarding him with a politely cocked head and an inquiring gaze sated by the elf’s hand upon its head.

✧ Legolas sees the way it curls up in the dirt at your feet, shakes his head and takes one of his blankets, wrapping the fabric into a nest for it.

✧ You catch him having a race with it one day, claiming with great merriment that the dwarf bet him he was slower than the animal.

Boromir

✧ Chuckles deeply at the sight of who trails you, shaking his head in wonder. “Don’t you two make quite a pair?”

✧ Asks right away if he can take the beast hunting, saying he envies you such a great hound.

✧ This leads to Boromir sitting at your side and recounting grand tales of Gondor’s best hunts, idly stroking the beast at your feet as he reminisces.

✧ He loves tossing sticks for the dog/wolf, amusement and peace clear upon his face as he opens his arms to the returning canine. “I could get used to this.”

✧ Your companion serves as an avenue for him to admit his feelings, starting with telling you your home must truly be a happy place with such a beast in it.

Gimli

✧ You probably meet because your companion goes bounding up to the dwarf at once, all but knocking him over. “Control your dog or I shall have to!” We all know, of course, that he is all talk.

✧ It surprises you how friendly your guardian is with a stranger, but his merry chuckles are quite infectious, bringing a smile to your lips.

✧ When you begin your travels together Gimli builds up a teasing friendship with the canine, playfully arguing with it as it noses against him for the meat he is eating and he shoos it, only to sneak a bit down anyway.

✧ Can be a bit rough with play sometimes, but you know your beloved beast can handle it, especially if it’s quite large, then they are evenly matched! Sometimes they all but wrestle in the dirt, tug-of-war somehow having turned much more silly and personal.

✧ Knows your companion’s name, but still always calls it Laddie/Lassie.

Frodo

✧ “How did you come by this creature?” Frodo is the only fellowship member to ask questions rather than whisper to themselves, and you appreciate that, telling him the story one night.

✧ Since then, the young hobbit offers plenty of secret little smiles your way and you ask for stories of his people in return.

✧ When the weight of the ring gets heavier Frodo finds himself curling his fingers through the fur at the top of the beast’s head idly, bringing him that much closer to reality’s solid ground.

✧ He even finds a special form of companionship in the moments anxiety overtakes him, your canine friend sensing his unease and draping itself upon him like a warm, heavy blanket.

✧ Grateful is an understatement. Frodo tells you in a soft voice that he doesn’t know what he would do without you two by his side.

Sam

✧ Before he even has a chance to get defensive your companion melts for him, warming up to the hobbit like none you’ve ever seen.

✧ The way they take to each other surprises you, Sam keeping aside bones from the broth to give it and your guardian taking circling Sam just as seriously as with you.

✧ Maybe it has something to do with the way Sam looks at you, the awe glistening in his eyes and the way he says your name like he isn’t worthy of it, though of course he’s the most worthy of the whole lot.

✧ Uses your companion as a sort of proxy to say things to you he’s too shy to say to your face, telling it how amazing its owner is and the like.

✧ Refers to the wolf/dog as Miss or Mister partially because he thinks it’s funny and usually says it in a jolly voice but also so you know how much respect he has for it.

Merry

✧ “Well, I haven’t seen a dog this big since outside that bar in Bree! What’s his name?”

✧ Sees your companion as a pet, which though not entirely wrong creates a more playful dynamic between them once they both understand neither is a threat.

✧ Merry can’t help bursting into laughter the day he knocks you over in a sparring match, only to get peeled off you by a massive wall of canine. Keeps laughing once they both unfreeze and he gets licked, trying to roll back up and away from the new attack. “I was going to ask if he knew any tricks, but no need now it seems!”

✧ Retaliates by finding the ‘sweet spot’, scratching until your canine friend kicks his legs like they do!

✧ Opens up to you one day, remarking how he wishes to be half of such an in-tune duo in battles and in life. Not that he doesn’t love his cousin, but he craves a different kind of companionship, one you assure him he could have with a fond smile on your lips.

Pippin

✧ Peers at you with the round eyes of complete shock, having seen nothing like you in his Shire days.

✧ Keeps the beast plenty occupied letting it run after him, tearing giddily around the camp once he sees you keep friendly company.

✧ He makes the mistake one night of extending his spoon for your guardian to sniff, only for his morsel to be stolen. Pippin cannot help a laugh, though, and a glittering look your way. “He likes to eat as much as I do, I see!”

✧ You cannot help softening at the fire one night upon looking over and seeing that the hobbit has fallen asleep, his head resting gently against the soft side of your wolf/dog.

✧ Definitely sees your companion as a way to get to know you better, asking plenty of questions and getting close to the canine in hopes to earn a place by your side, too.

Faramir

✧ Lives by a sort of silent oath to question but accept. Thus he asks why you travel with a beast, but listens to your reasons with firm nods and the beginning flicker of an understanding smile.

✧ Offers his hand very tentatively, having had his touch rejected or struck against many a time, but when the dog/wolf nuzzles against him he looks at you with joyous pride that melts you.

✧ That little interaction has you wanting to bring the two of them together, some inexplicable invisible string tugging you closer to Faramir by the heart.

✧ You let him feed your companion, indulge in a game of fetch, and in between it all make some conversation yourself. Amazing, really, all the knowledge Faramir has and he is equally impressed with your prowess in nature.

✧ Faramir always tells you how you remind him of great heroes from the stories he grew up reading with his brother.

Eomer

✧ “Who is this,” he teases you with a smirk, “your mount?” “No,” you shoot back, “though he is sure leagues more loyal than yours.”

✧ Challenges you to a competition, a challenge of hunting between him and his horse and you and your beloved canine. You win, and he accepts, offering pats to its head.

✧ Ever the tease, Eomer dubs you the Lord/Lady of Dogs, but you know by his smile and the glint in his eyes that he means it with affection.

✧ Invites you on patrols of his land’s borders, saying he trusts you both to get the job done.

✧ Suddenly he keeps talking about taking in a dog of his own so yours has a sibling, more and more thoughts along that vein invading his mind…

Haldir

✧ Fears your companion will slow the party’s orc tracking down, especially as many members utilize the cover of the trees.

✧ Allows you to do as you please, though, his soft spot evident in the way he shuts down any and all whispers about the group’s most unique member.

✧ You can see it, too, hear it in the way they speak warily of your fellow hunter, but you will not be parted. Instead you prove them wrong as your fierce defender takes down several of your quarry on its own.

✧ Haldir himself commends you both, offering a tentative hand to your newly shared ally and smiling up at you as it is accepted. Something different flashes in his eyes alongside the almost shy look.

✧ “Truly, how much less exciting my life would be without you in it…”

Eowyn

✧ Astounded by the way you two communicate, it is as if you truly do understand each other. She questions it, asks how this can be.

✧ Takes you by the horses, curious if your harmony spreads. She smiles at the way you interact with them, but it is clear just from that that the bond with your companion has been forged over years.

✧ Absolutely ready to fight to get a suit of armor made for your canine friend complete with a helmet and all of Rohan’s motifs of course!

✧ “After all, we much protect such beauty, no?”

✧ Playfully dangles things in the air, giggling whenever your canine guardian leaps for them and smiling widely at you.

Arwen

✧ Kneels down and whispers something in Elvish to it the moment she sees trepidation in its eyes, calming your companion immediately.

✧ It fosters a sense of trust between you and the woman, whose side you kneel to, tangling a hand in your canine's fur next to her.

✧ She is reminded, of course, of Huan, Oromë’s most famous hound and wonders if your beast could even be his descendant.

✧ Fair and just, Arwen quickly falls into the circle of people your furry comrade protects, chuckling deeply when it growls at the next set of people joining you as visitors to Rivendell. She speaks gently to it, asking it with a teasing tone how it still feels such unease in such a place.

✧ She knows you feel like an outsider sometimes and works to correct that, constantly telling you you have such strength and a place in the world- even Rivendell with her if you so desire.

Elrond

✧ Looks taken aback by the large form that follows you, brows raising at the creature entering his home. He hesitates, makes to hold it back, but when you insist you both go or neither the elf somewhat grudgingly nods.

✧ Used to odd patrons as he is, Elrond reminds himself that he welcomes all and asks politely for the beast’s name.

✧ Studies up on its origin if he is not already aware, trying to determine if this is an ordinary wolf/dog or one with any ties to the land’s magic.

✧ He sees your companion charge into battle at your defense, risking its own life, and with a nod of pride rushes in to save it from its own sacrifice.

✧ From then on Elrond regards your guardian as an equal of sorts, stroking its head in passing and speaking to it as if it could understand him.

Lindir

✧ Goes to comical lengths to step away from and avoid the massive canine at your heels when first he meets it.

✧ Possibly even asks if it’s safe, has fleas, etc. but immediately retracts and offers pats when you glare at him for it. Finds himself smiling despite himself at the feeling of the soft fur beneath his hand.

✧ You’ve seen dogs that howl as their owners play instruments? Then you know exactly what it is I am saying. The kick Lindir gets out of this is astounding; he can’t even be annoyed.

✧ Jokes that you’re hiding a composer under the guise of a hunter.

✧ Takes to the idea of further training, seeing how such an intelligent creature could learn to open doors and fetch items, considering such a use for helping Rivendell’s infirmary patients and those struggling with loss of motion or senses.

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entishramblings · 10 months

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Tolkien Characters as things my extended family and I have said on our annual five day bender (pt. 1)

Aragorn: Anything that wants my blood bothers me.

Kili: No cousin wants to see their cousin’s friend’s dick and balls!!!

Legolas: You cannot mount the lama. I’m sorry. You cannnot do it.

Boromir: What is that? Your ass peircing??

Denethor: MINECRAFT. THEY ARE SITTING ON THE PORCH BEING CRIMINALS. M I N E C R A F T.

Samwise: Google potatoes.

Fili: And then she had this unwashed asshole and she wanted him to eat her ass because she really wanted him to eat it, but he never did.

Thranduil: I threw shit at my children. White claws. Dirt. Children.

Merry, seeing Pippin pour beer on his foot: That’s alcohol abuse.

Bombur: I’m a big fan of beans.

Bofur: I’ve got a mattress. I can pretend that someone is under me….and on top of me.

Kili: *rushes Fili into his room* I need to tell you about my bagalini addiction. *pulls out 5 different bags* “You can’t tell Thorin!”

Dwalin, looking at Bilbo: He’s a concerning kind of weird.

Gimli: Hey! ASSHOLE! Come join your friends over there. There’s some sort of orgy happening.

Samwise, spraying an insect eating his plants: fuuuuuuccck youuuuuuuuu

Kili: Uncle Thorin poked me in the butthole.

Gimli, to Gandalf: You look like you have been antiqued.

Frodo: I feel like a shriveled up shrimp.

more parts coming soon!

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penny-anna · 1 month

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so strange to me that that post of all my shitposts has entered the Soup bcos it belongs like so specifically to the era of tumblr LOTR fandom when 'legolas eats dirt' was a popular meme.

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maximwtf · 1 year

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“Someone to lift you up.”

Thranduil x reader

words: 2400

google docs pages: 4

warnings: loss, grief, mentions of blood and a body, legolas x reader if you squint

opening: After a battle, Thranduil is on his way back to Mirkwood with you. Though, this time your friend isn’t there anymore, they had fallen in the battle.

AN// Tiktok keeps feeding my elf obsession, so I’m back to writing about em’! This, again, has two ideas in one because on their own they would have been too short. :”D Reader can be any gender!

“Someone to lift you up.”

Past

Thranduil had found you from the battlefield after what felt like hours of looking. It disgusted him how many of his own he could see, dead on the ground. Too much elven blood had been wasted on that day, and he had decided to put an end to the madness. He wasn’t going to waste any more of his people’s blood or time on this.

The elven king rode the megaloceros gracefully across the battlefield, finally spotting you. You were hunched over a body, not moving. It was dangerous to be out in the open like that, allowing the orcs to easily attack you. Though, Thranduil knew you were aware of this. That was why he could only assume someone important to you must have fallen in battle. In no other condition would you let yourself be unshielded like this.

Thranduil stopped the elk near you, not saying anything. You sensed his presence but also said nothing. No words could help or describe the pain you were in. You hadn’t gotten hurt, but someone else had. A friend that you had grown up with, who had travelled to hundreds of battles with you and who had been with you for thousands of years. There they were, motionless on the dirty ground, the rain washing off some of the blood from their skin, making it mix with the dirt. Your tears mixed with the rain, falling on top of your dear friend. Every part of you hurt, and you knew it was only going to get worse after this. The next morning you would wake up and the pain from the grief would only get worse. It would slowly start to eat you up, end the end leaving nothing behind. Though, that option felt comforting at this moment. The idea of dying as well felt better than living without your friend.

Slowly, you let go of the body and looked up at the sky. The rain washed your face, making it seem like you hadn’t been crying the whole time. The sounds from the battle had stopped or at least quieted down. Your gaze moved to Thranduil, now seeing him looking at you with something that resembled worry. To anyone else he might have looked normal, like he didn’t care, but you had known him long enough to see that the worry he was trying to hide was there. Without saying anything you got up, only now feeling how the watered down dirt had gone through the fabric of your pants, leaving two dirty spots on both of your knees. You walked next to the megaloceros, clearly too out of energy to hop on its back on your own. Thranduil offered his hand to you, which you took gladly. He pulled you up behind him easily, taking the reins in his hands again and turned the elk around so you two would be able to return home.

You heard the raindrops against your armour as the elk walked forward. You could also hear the surviving elfs start to walk back with Thrnduil’s lead. You closed your eyes, letting the rain wash you. You could almost feel how tense Thranduil was, you were able to think of many reasons why that could have been, and as much as you wanted to talk to him, to ease his mind, you couldn’t pull yourself to do that. The grief was like a boulder on top of you, slowly making you lose energy and power to hold it up and soon you would collapse under the pressure.

Apart from the grief making you tired, the fights you had just been in with the orcs had also worn you out. This all together made you want to fall asleep, hopefully wake up the next morning and be somewhat okay. Without you wanting it or not, you leaned your head against Thranduil’s back. You could feel him tense up because of this, but slowly relax. Even with your eyes closed and mind on the edge of falling asleep you could see flashing images of what had happened. Images of the moment your friend had been killed and you not being able to be there for them, to shield them. You tried to shake the thought of that off of your mind, hoping to just fall asleep.

You felt the elk speed up a little, doing a couple familiar turns. You had been on this path so many times you were almost able to tell where you were at the moment even with your eyes closed. At some point sleep must have overtaken your mind, as your memory of the turns faded. Memories of waking up a couple of times clear on your mind though. When the ground changed, and the sounds of the elk’s hooves did as well had woken you up. But as much as you had tried to make out where you were, you couldn’t. Losing track ones meant you couldn’t catch up anymore, making you fall back asleep.

The next time you woke up you weren’t on the elk’s back anymore. Now laying on top of something softer, and not feeling the cold armour Thranduil had been wearing against your cheek and forehead. Opening your eyes, you could see a familiar room. Thranduil must have brought you to his quarters in the elven king’s halls after arriving back. You sat up, feeling the dry clothes around your body. Knowing Thranduil, he must have gotten a healer to check up on you just in case you had gotten any wounds, and requested for them to change you into dry clothes.

You slid to sit on the side of the bed, placing your palms against your face to relieve stress. You slid your palms up into your hair while letting out a sigh. Hearing the door of the room open, you wanted to check who it was but your mind already had an answer to that. Thranduil rarely let anyone into his quarters so it must have been him. He walked across the room, placing himself on the edge of the bed, next to you. “You need to eat something to regain your energy.” He said, breaking the silence that had been building up ever since he had picked you up from the battlefield. He was right, you wouldn’t regain your energy only by sleeping, but you didn’t feel like eating. The pain from the loss was still awfully present, making you want to lay down and not move. “I will, soon.” You replied, removing your palms from your face to look at the elven king. He examined your face, trying to see if you were lying, but you weren’t. It was the truth. You wanted things to get back to normal, for you to live on, but at this moment it felt impossible.

Thranduil placed his hand on your chin carefully, tilting your head up a little. “You did well today. No wounds.” He said, knowing that the biggest wound you had gotten was emotional. He himself had lost his previous wife, and he was aware of how painful and dangerous grief could be if only you let it get that way. He had survived many deaths of loved ones, and the price had had to pay for that was how people viewed him. He was aware of his cold outlook, but that had been what made him survive. He was the king, and he wasn’t allowed to break no matter how much pressure and how many boulders he was carrying on his shoulders.

Present

The battle was now in the past, but the memories from it were still fresh in your mind. The events that had happened were still occasionally playing in your mind when you had time to stop and think. At some point you had tried to suppress the pain by overworking yourself. You took all the shifts to guard you could, and always attended patrol when one left to check the borders. This was something you were still doing, and because of this you had gotten closer to Legolas. You had talked with him in the past too because of your closer relations to Thranduil. The king had gotten interested in you in the past after hearing Legolas talk about your skills and character. Your job as a guard had changed to a personal guard to Thranduil and you were also supposed to report to him after patrols. Due to this, you had gotten closer to him over time.

Now you were often talking to Legolas, since he seemed to be leading the patrols most of the time. You were aware of your tired outlook, but most didn’t dare to comment about it even if they didn’t know the reason for it. Though, a certain elf had noticed and was worried. He had attended the same battle you had where your friend had died, but you didn’t allow anyone to talk about it. Even Thranduil had kept quiet about it due to your request, he respected your silent mourning.

Though Thranduil’s respect for you, he had seen what you were doing to yourself. The overworking was just a way to hide the grief, and he was aware of how dangerous that could get. So he had encouraged Legolas to talk to you about it while on patrol. He had also noticed Legolas starting to take a liking to you, so the chances of you opening up to his son were higher than you coming to talk to your superior on your own.

After yet another patrol you walked back to the king’s halls, feeling someone follow you. Only someone advanced in fighting would have been able to walk so quietly, and from that you could already assume who it was. By turning around your assumption was proven correct. Legolas stopped for a moment before walking up to you. You only tilted your head, waiting to hear if he had anything to say. “Walk with me?” He requested before keeping on walking. Not knowing what he was on about, you hurried after him. “How are you doing?” The elf asked kindly, taking a quick look at you. Furrowing your brows a little, you still decided to answer. “Good, I suppose. “ A lie, you were still tormented by the loss. “I can see that you’re not, you don’t have to lie.” Legolas stopped walking and moved in front of you. “I really care about you, and I don’t want you to fade away because of this.” He added, trying to look at your eyes. You moved your gaze away to form a reply. “I- I’m sorry for this. I’m sorry for worrying you by being like this, but this might just be a battle I can’t win.” You mumbled, tensing up a little as you felt Legolas put his hand on your shoulder. “You can, but you need someone to lift you up again.” He said. You looked up at him, seeing the sad smile he had pulled on his face. You brushed his hand off of your shoulder. “Thank you, Legolas.” You then said, walking past him to the throne room to meet Thranduil, like you did after every patrol. You could almost feel Legolas’ gaze on your back as you kept walking away from him.

Entering the throne room, you made your presence known by knocking on one of the walls. Making your way to the throne, following Thranduil with your eyes as he walked down from it, towards you. “Evening.” You greeted him, bowing a little even though he had told you not to do it anymore, but it was a sign of respect on your part. “Nothing new to report, the spiders haven’t come any closer.” You said, straightening your back slightly as an instinct. Thranduil hummed as a reply, now standing in front of you. “You need to stop doing this to yourself.” He said, getting your attention on him again. “The overworking is not going to take the pain away. You’re only hurrying the process and soon it’s going to eat you alive.” He added, not giving you a moment to reply. “I’m not-” You started, Thranduil picking up on what you were about to say and interrupting you. “You are, I remember how you used to work before the battle. You’re not going to survive alone, you need someone.” He stated, looking into your eyes. You looked at him silently, shaking your head a little as a sign that you were ready to give up when the time came. “Who do you assume I had after my loss?” He said, surprising you since he rarely ever talked about his past. You only really knew about it because of Legolas. “I had my son, as a reminder that I had to keep going.” He said, lifting your head a little by your chin. “I do not wish for him to have to go through the pain of losing someone he holds close to his heart, as I’ve seen and felt the wrath grief can cause.” Thranduil explained, examining your eyes. You were aware of your close relations to Legolas, but you weren’t aware that he did actually care. Now the idea of giving up felt sickening, knowing what you would be leaving behind. You understood the pain now as well, and knowing that Legolas would have to experience exactly what you felt now hurt. “Now you see.” He said, the moment feeling like he had read your thoughts and understood what you had realised. “You are strong enough to survive. Now go, I’m not wasting your free time like this.” Thranduil said, letting go of your chin.

You took a couple steps back, turning to look at Thranduil one last time. You were thankful that he seemed to care on some level even though his cold outlook. Finally, you turned and left the throne room to find Legolas.

//AN Ahh I really want to write more Thranduil ones, but he’s hard to write for because I for the life of me can’t see him in a relationship with anyone, but he still has that ‘I care about some people but I never show it’ vibe!

#lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #thranduil #thranduil the hobbit #thranduil lord of the rings #thranduil lotr #x reader #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #thranduil x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction #x reader fanfic #thranduil oropherion #thranduil oropherion x reader

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somebodys-best-friend · 3 months

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my list of pippin took headcanons :3

- he would randomly come up behind his cousins and start play fighting and rough-housing with them, especially merry. he doesn’t often win against merry and frodo is often too cautious to fight back against his little cousin but pippin has fun anyway

- TACKLE HUGS BOROMIR AND FARAMIR

- merry and him schemed to set up their new besties (eowyn and faramir) and both went absolutely wild when they saw them kissing secretly. pippin cried. eowyn and faramir were very confused and embarrassed

- likes flowers but he’s allergic to them

- his favourite food is strawberries

- he enjoys climbing trees and running around in nature. he is a silly little hobbit with dirt on his knees and under his fingernails

- he wants to go swimming with merry but his parents don’t let him. he thinks the water looks fun

- thinks of gandalf like his strict old grandfather

- acts jokingly like he thinks merry is annoying during the quest but when they were separated in rotk he was more lonely than he ever had been

- gives mushrooms to everyone in the fellowship (hobbits & legolas appreciate it. gandalf pockets his. the rest are just confused)

- lost a tooth when he was little by tripping over a tree root. frodo scolded him

- likes to annoy sam with the most mundane topics. like he would say that waffles > pancakes just to get a ride out of him. sam takes a while to realise pippin only means to have fun

- hates wearing hats during sunny weather. his parents make him anyway

- bites through the skin when eating oranges

- thinks boromir’s piggy backs are super fun. merry agreed but he’d never tell anyone as such

- ipad kid

- annoys everyone but they all love him anyway

#pippin took #peregrin took #lord of the rings #lotr #headcanon #:3

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completely-real-and-normal-human · 6 months

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legolas greenleaf is the kind of guy who’d eat a handful of dirt to entertain a child. god herself told me this

#aubrey says stuff #the lotr brainrot is back #legolas #legolas greenleaf #lord of the rings #lotr

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faustandfurious · 5 years

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congrats on the followers!!! would you mind me asking what character i would be? its totally fine though if you're not taking requests anymore!

Thank you :) Don't worry, I'm still taking requests, though I don't see why you even had to ask when you're so clearly ...

Legolas!

Everything about your blog screams sassy, dirt-eating weirdo, from the not-so-subtle url and description to the gloriously derpy icon. Embrace your uniqueness and try not to be too trigger-happy with that bow