Oropher and little Thranduil.
Little Thranduil is a very restless and energetic elfling. It's so difficult for him to sit in one place and do nothing, so his ada gives him a very important task - turning the pages, because if you don't turn the page in time, ada will not be able to read further and the story will be interrupted. Little Thranduil takes his duties very seriously.
Thranduil and little Legolas.
Little Legolas is very fond of listening to stories, because he is a very curious elfling, but his ada's voice, deep and bewitching, calms him and makes him sleepy. Listening to ada's stories and not falling asleep is very difficult, but someday he will definitely be able to listen to the story to the end.
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Boromir coming to Rivendell: hey Elrond my brother and i have been having this weird dream lately, what's up with that?
Gimli coming to Rivendell: hey Elrond some Mordor guy showed up asking if we've seen some ring, should we be concerned?
Legolas coming to Rivendell: hey Elrond, we lost Gollum to a group of orcs, did we mess up?
Gandalf: btw Elrond Aragorn will be here any mi--
Aragorn coming to Rivendell with 4 hobbits in tow: hey Elrond--
Elrond:
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Legolas imagine / drabble, [Legolas x reader]
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His hair is relaxed, unadorned by circlets or braids, gently lifted by the soft evening breeze, billowing about his face. Legolas walks towards you and for a moment is caught in the moonlight- hair illuminated white silver in her rays, eyeslashes casting long shadows over the sharp curve of his cheek bones, and the fine embroidery along his silk robes shimmer to life.
At that the sight of you, he smiles, quick and bright like a firework; flare fragments sprinkling in the brilliant specks of his irises. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back, and he greets you with a kiss to your temple. “Melleth nin,” he greets in a rough airy voice. “I found you missing when I woke, and the bed had grown cold. Have you been out here long?”
“Only for a while,” you reply, your own quiet smile coming to grace your lips. “The skies are beautiful tonight.” You both gaze up, drinking in the immense expanse of the dark skies and the soft, flickering pinpricks of light.
“A blessed sight,” you hear him murmur and feel his gaze sweep over you. “It is a little regretful that i've spent most of the day sleeping,” he muses quietly, “when such moments are already rare to come by.” His other arm comes around your waist in a loose embrace. He noses the side of your head with a wistful sigh. “Is there anything you'd like to do?”
“You slept so soundly,” you reach up to brush a stray lock from his face. “You must have been exhausted.”
He chuckles, the vibrations reverberating through the close proximity of your bodies. It's pleasant, soothing almost, and you sink further into his embrace. “It is because you were next to me, that i managed to sleep at all.”
It was indeed rare to see him like that, for elves needed little to no sleep after all. “Is there something troubling you?” you ask, hoping to understand the reasons for the grey pallor under his eyes and his unusually long rest since returning from patrol yesterday. You yourself had returned earlier this week, and upon your reunion after weeks away on separate duties, the first thing you’d done together was spend the entire day in bed- sleeping.
“Only that we have been apart for longer than i can appreciate,” he tightens his hold, brushing his lips over the cold skin of your shoulder. “But like this, i wish it could be forever.” His fingers curl into your soft sides, thumbs brushing over the thin fabric of your tunic.
You turn to face him, unsatisfied with his answer. Legolas smiles, recognising the look on your face, and he tries to placate you with a kiss under your eye, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth.
“I'm all right,” he whispers against your skin, his lips ghosting over yours, “You have my word.” he kisses you gently. “But i would feel better if you indulged me a little,”
You feel his kittenish grin, and you can't help your own as you return the kiss, hands coming up to weave through his loose locks. It is always a refreshing sight to see him with his hair like this, and it made your heart flutter. There is something so vulnerable about it, like it is reserved for only your eyes to see. And albeit tired, he appears even more criminally breathtaking.
“There is nothing else I’d like do,” you confess under your breath, “for I am so very content like this, with you,” and this only causes Legolas to break out into a silly smile, capturing your lips in another heart-fluttering kiss.
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a/n: finally got this out after months-long of a brain rot, with another rotting sitting in my drafts but hope you enjoyed this one! Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
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