Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), King Thranduil - Character, Thranduil's Wife, Aragorn | Estel, Arwen Undómiel, Original Elf Character(s), Original Dwarf Character(s), Arod (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Glóin, Thranduil (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Friendship, Best Friends, Adventure, Travelling together, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Injury Recovery, Attempt at Humor, Mirkwood, erynlasgalen, Young Legolas Greenleaf, Flashbacks, Legolas family background, not quite canon, elves love trees, dwarves love caves, warrior elves, Archery, almond cakes, Minor Character Death, Hypothermia, near drowwning, Near Death Experiences, Holding a grudge, Elven Wine, Elven Sentinels, elven culture, attempt at using elvish, Whump, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Legolas Whump, Hurt Legolas, Thranduil is a loving father, Caves, Glittering Caves
Sometime after Aragorn's coronation, Legolas and Gimli leave Gondor together with Arod and make their way back across Middle Earth. Their plan is to eventually visit Mirkwood and soon after to travel on to Erebor. While travelling together, between the playful verbal insults, they gain a deeper understanding of one another and their friendship strengthens further.
But will their respective families be so quick to let bygones be bygones?
Random Legolas Greenleaf moments: 51/?
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I took too much caffeine today
Inspired by @incorrect-lotr-trash 💜💜💜
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Attend me, Aragorn
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Soooo I wrote a sad Thranduil and Legolas oneshot. I felt like giving myself feels, I guess.
“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.
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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Someone once told me that if you yawn right after someone else it means that you and that person have an emotional connection.
Me: * opening pinterest, scrolling the home, randomly finding the gif *
Legolas in the gif: * yawn *
Me: * yawn *
Me: * gasp * Legolas! we are emotionally connected!
Me: LET'S GET MARRIED!!
Legolas: *confused af * what?
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Tilda: What are you talking about? I'm like the backbone of this family!
Sigrid: You're like the appendix of this family. No one knows what you're here for.
Legolas: Also prone to explode at any given moment.
Tilda: Fuck you guys
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then let us go into the West, together...
@aspecardaweek [5.5/7] relationships part two → QUEERPLATONIC GIGOLAS
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Legolas: There lie the woods of Lothlorien! That is the fairest of all the dwellings of my people. There are no trees like the trees of that land. For in the -
Pippin: Wait, wait! How does that work? So if there are no trees like them, does that mean they are not like themselves, either?
Pippin: [Later, pulling arrows out of his arm] Who knew even from three feet they could hurt so much?
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Did you ever see us here?
(Legolas x Reader)
〚Summary: It’s been far too long, and sometimes the best way to unwind is with the touch of your lover. 〛
Word count: 2,063
Warnings: fluff and uhhhh pretty graphic smut
This got the seal of approval from the shifting discord so- here we are! Normally wouldn’t have the balls to post this.
I let out a heaving sigh as I entered my bedroom, eager to claw off the formal dress I was forced to wear this evening.
A light chuckling traveled through the doorway, followed by the sound of the heavy door closing.
Whirling around I made eye contact with my very amused husband, to which I sent a half-hearted glare.
“I’m failing to see what you find so amusing, melda veru nîn.” (My beloved husband)
His smile did not falter as he ushered forward, cupping my face in his hands. His cerulean eyes took their time drinking in every detail of my face before speaking, his voice cool and even as always.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Elen nîn.” (my star) He spoke with pure adoration as his thumbs traced my cheekbones, so much adoration that my sour mood began to crumble instantly. He always had a way of doing that.
“I’m about to be the most stunning being you’ve ever seen if I have to go to one more of these blasted parties in our honor,” I began, leaning into his touch.
“Who says you aren’t already the most beautiful being I’ve laid eyes on?” He asked, raising a challenging brow.
I scoffed playfully, brushing his hands off of me. A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I shook my head.
“I’m serious! Your father hates me, and he makes it known at every opportunity.” I griped, crossing my arms over my chest.
He sighed, grabbing my wrists and uncrossing my arms, and pressing a feather-light kiss across my knuckles, he twined our fingers. “He’ll come to love you, just give it time meleth nîn.” (my love)
Finally, a smile cracked across my face.
Perhaps it was time to change the subject.
“Do you remember when we first met?” I asked softly, my hands traveling to smooth down the fabric of his silver tunic, feeling the defined muscles of his chest underneath.
“How could I forget?” Came his reply, though there was questioning in his tone. He watched me intently as my fingers began to undo the delicate silver clasps that held the garment together.
“Did you ever imagine that in sixty-something years we’d be here?” My voice had dropped to just above a whisper as my lips ghosted against the pale skin of his neck, stopping briefly to litter a few light kisses across its length.
His breathing hitched at the contact, his hands falling to rest on my waist.
“Hmm... considering the fact that you called me a stuck up, arrogant princeling... no” there was mirth in his tone, I didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning broadly.
A loud laugh ripped through me before I could stop it, my head falling back as I draped my arms around his neck.
“I was quite blunt back then, wasn’t I?” I asked, grinning so hard the corners of my eyes crinkled.
“Perhaps.” He replied, laughing along with me. After we settled a bit, Legolas kissed me deeply, knocking the breath out of my lungs and leaving me clinging to him for dear life.
When we parted, there was no mistaking the look in his darkened gaze.
“I want you.” He whispered, fingers trailing up and down my sides lovingly.
“And I you,” I began hesitantly, glancing around our room. The house of Elrond’s rooms were comprised of half walls and pillars that led out into the land of constant autumn that we currently called home.
Not exactly the picture of privacy.
I continued “but what if someone hears? You know Imladris isn’t known for its privacy.”
Turning back to meet his gaze, there wasn’t a hint of questioning in his expression.
“I don’t care, it’s been too long.” He shook his head, eyes searching for any opposition in my own expression.
With a nod of permission from me, he began to eagerly work on removing my dress. His nimble fingers easily freeing me from the lacy prison, the fabric pooling at my feet.
He gave me no time to step out before he swooped me up as if I weighed nothing, calloused hands gliding up my thighs as he carried me over to our bed.
He placed me down on the silken bed with such tenderness and care, trailing a few kisses down my body before standing at the edge of the mattress.
He drank in the sight of my bare body splayed out for his viewing pleasure. And while this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve laid together, the thought of being so exposed to him brought pinkness to my cheeks. Still, my eye contact never wavered as I drew my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Órava...”(have mercy) he pleaded, discarding the tunic he wore before crawling on top of me.
With his hard body trapping me on the mattress, my breathing picked up ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.
Leaning down, his lips grazed the shell of my pointed ear as he whispered to me.
“You are pure starlight, meleth nîn...”
His tone paired with his fingers tracing shapes across my bare sides caused a shiver to travel up my spine.
He smelled of pine and the earth after a long rain, and the scent was utterly intoxicating as he had me at his mercy.
I didn’t have long to contemplate that fact before his lips were on mine, my fingers finding purchase within his silky flaxen locks as his tongue invaded my mouth.
Its softness brushed against my own, coaxing me into a heated dance. One that didn’t take long to have my lust at a fever pitch in a matter of moments. I needed him, I needed his hands on me, I needed anything or I feared I’d go insane.
I was never going this long without having him ever again.
Begrudgingly I freed one hand from his long locks, reaching blindly to take one of his hands in mine.
I pulled it up, cupping it around one of my breasts.
He gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting both of his hands to pin my wrists on either side of my head, breaking our kiss. Much to my displeasure.
I let out a whine of disproval, staring up at him, breathing labored.
“Leg-“ I began but stopped as he pressed his hips into mine, feeling his arousal through his trousers caused desire to pool between my legs.
“Patience darling...” he scolded gently, amusedly, head dipping to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck at a torturously slow pace.
And torture it was, now not even being able to caress my beloved as he continued to assault the sensitive expanse of my neck and shoulders.
He continued this for some time, not until I was squirming beneath him did he give in to my pleas.
Finally he pulled away, releasing my wrists as he turned his attention to my breasts. His strong hands gently massaging the sensitive flesh, his darkened blue eyes dancing between my flushed face and the bare skin of my chest as he began to tease my nipples into hard points.
He smiled oh so beautifully down at me, and even through the lust-filled moment I could see the absolute adoration and pride he felt towards me in this moment.
I wasn’t able to mull over the thought for long, while I was lost in thought he dipped his head down and closed his mouth over one of my nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue working over me so wonderfully caused me to cry out softly, arching into him, begging for more.
This time, thank the Valar, he acquiesces. With his free hand, I felt his fingers slowly descend my naval. Eventually, coming to lightly circle my clit.
The feather-light contact paired with his assault on my breasts had me already teetering on the edge, and all I wanted to do was fall into oblivion.
My, it has been too long. I managed to think to myself.
Rolling my hips in time with his fingers, I moaned lowly as he switched breasts. Ignoring my pleas to watch the stars explode behind my eyelids.
All too soon, he removed his fingers and his grasp on my nipple, moving to prop himself above my panting, flushed form.
Pressing a firm kiss to my lips, he then descends my body. Trailing kisses all the way down, eventually resting with his knees on the floor, head between my thighs.
He didn’t give me any time to find myself self-conscious about the compromising position before he pulled my thighs to the edge of the bed, tongue splaying over my overstimulated clit eagerly.
I gasped, fingers weaving in his messy platinum locks as he ate away at me greedily. His name fell from my mouth more times than I could count, a prayer, a mantra, a desperate plea for more.
Without warning, three fingers entered me, curling as they find a fast-paced rhythm.
Arching and writhing in pure unadulterated pleasure, I cried out, his free arm coming to pin me to the bed. There was nothing I could do but take the intense pleasure Legolas was giving me.
Eventually, it became too much, the tightness in my core finally coming loose in an intense orgasm.
Clasping a hand over my mouth in a weak attempt to muffle my moans, I let the waves crash through me.
After a minute of Legolas stroking me, gently bringing me down, he crawled back on top of me.
Eyes never leaving me as he drew his fingers into his mouth, cleaning my essence from his fingers.
The action alone was enough to make the heat pool between my legs again, but when he groaned with pleasure I had to have him.
Pulling him into a kiss, I could taste myself on him.
“Take me, Legolas.” I breathed as we parted, causing a spark of excitement to appear in his eye.
I watched intently as he stood, ridding himself of his trousers before practically pouncing on me once more.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him to me. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he entered me in one stroke.
The feeling was divine, the way he filled me so perfectly. Like two halves of a whole coming together.
He set a slow, intimate pace as he lent down to kiss me deeply. Our tongues dancing together, his hips gyrating in such a way that stimulated my clit perfectly.
The only sounds that filled the room were that of our soft, muffled moans, the distant waterfalls of Imladris, and the conversations of the dying dinner party.
All was soon overtaken by the increasing speed of Legolas’ thrusts as we both came closer and closer to the edge, kisses becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. The sound of skin slapping skin resounding throughout the room as we gave further and further into the bliss of pure, unbridled lovemaking.
Soon we weren’t even able to continue kissing, just panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as we both teetered on the edge.
Legolas hitched my legs further around his hips, cupping a hand on my cheek as he called my name.
“Open your eyes, meleth nîn, I want to see you...” he whispered, coaxing me to do as he requested.
Soon I did as he asked, being absolutely pinned by the intensity of the love and tenderness held in his gaze during such an intense moment.
“Tolo ar nîn...” (come with me) he commanded gently.
And that’s all it took for me to be tossed into oblivion, an orgasm more intense than the last. Legolas followed immediately after, feeling him twitch deep within me before filling me up.
After a few more slow strokes, he withdrew from me, falling onto the mattress a panting mess. He pulled me to him, pressing my face to his bare chest as he began to comb his fingers through my hair.
We didn’t speak for a long while, we didn’t need to. We laid in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, just holding each other.
After a while, Legolas looked down at me.
“I love you, so much... I hope you know that” he said, trailing a finger across my jawline.
“And I, you” I replied simply, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.
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!!VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!!
Hey everyone!! I know I've been gone for quite some time, as im taking a momentary break to deal with some personal at home stuff, and I really appreciate all of your patience and kindness with my time away!
I'm not sure how much longer I'll be gone, however, don't fret, because all of your requests are being worked on and edited as we speak! Just need some time to reevaluate and get back into the swing of things! Thank you all for your patience!! 💜💜
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Legolas by ?
please, help me to find author ^_^
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Gimli: *struggling to retrieve an item from the top shelf*
Legolas: Do you need me to get it for you?
Gimli: HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED!
Legolas, laughing: Okay then...
Gimli: *defeated sigh*
Gimli: Help me.
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Aw Yes- fully grown men with some problems, otherwise known as—
🥺 my child 🥺
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.8
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Nyx marched through the halls of Rivendell angrily. Flight of stairs after flight of stairs she went until she was at the highest lookout point the Elves of Rivendell had built. The sound of water cascading down the mountain drowned out the sound of blood pumping angrily in her ears, but she could still feel it nonetheless. She crossed a small arched bridge in front of waterfall. The mist that came off put out the smoke on her cape.
Nyx discarded her cloak angrily, throwing it on the floor and kicking it away. Her face burned with anger and she rubbed her face, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. Not even a week she’d worn the ring and already it had torn down the defenses she’d spent over a decade building up. She braced herself against the stone balcony railing.
“Focus, Nyx. Like Gandalf taught you.”
“Milady Nyx?” An Elf stood timidly at the top of the stairs. Clearly, he knew he was interrupting something. “Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”
“Tell Elrond and Gandalf I will not be attending. They will understand.”
The Elf hesitated and then bowed. “Of course, Milady Nyx. Would you like to have it sent to your room?”
Nyx hesitated and then nodded curtly.
The Elf bowed once more and then descended the stairs quickly and Nyx felt her knees give out, splitting when they hit the stone. Her fingers gripped the stone spindles and her head rested against them. Nyx couldn’t find it in herself to move. Not even as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped.
Nyx was tired. She could go no further.
When Nyx woke up the next morning, she was still on the outlook, her cloak wrapped around her like a blanket with leaves in her hair.
Someone was touching her shoulder. She saw the familiar staff before she heard the voice.
“My dear, why sleep on the floor when you’ve been offered a bed.”
Nyx looked away. All around her were burnt leaves and grass. Her fingertips were black with ash. She’d spent a long time trying to control her anger the night before. And though she hadn’t burned down a gazebo, Rivendell wasn’t completely unscathed. “What time is it?”
“The Council is about to begin but Frodo refused to start without you. He insists you be part of the meeting.”
Nyx frowned. She wanted no part of the Ring and its journey, wherever it led. Not after what it did to her in less than a week. She felt the anger in her, glowing bright. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly.
“Come on. Up you get.” Gandalf helped Nyx to her feet and began to fret over her, pulling the leaves and twigs out of her hair and brushing down her cloak. “That’ll do.”
Nyx frowned and self-consciously pulled her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. They descended the stairs quickly, Nyx trailing behind the grey wizard. “Gandalf, I do not want to go with the Ring.”
“You do not have to. But attend for Frodo’s sake. Here,” he grabbed Nyx’s scythe and placed it in her hands. There was still dried blood on it from the last time she used it. “Come.”
Everyone was already seated in the Council Room and Nyx moved to stand behind Frodo’s chair. He smiled gratefully at her over his shoulder. She tried to smile back but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.
“Strangers from distant lands,” Elrond began. “Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall.”
Nyx found Aragorn’s eyes across the circular room, fear brimming in her eyes. Her gave her a calm smile before turning to look at someone else. The Elf from the day before. They shared a familiar look with one another. A look of familiarity and friendship.
“Each race is bound to this fate – this one doom,” Elrond continued. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”
Frodo stood on shaky legs, looking at Gandalf and then Nyx behind him. She nodded encouragingly at him. He reached into his pocket as he walked towards the small stone table in the middle, octagonal in shape. He placed it on the stone gently but still, everyone heard it thud, like a boulder hitting the bottom of chasm.
Immediately, the Ring began to hum and sing, and everyone sat forward in their chairs, drawn to it. Except for Nyx. She took a step back in fear. Her fingers began to warm.
“So, it is true,” a man murmured. He stood up slowly. “In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the west, a pale light lingered. Voices crying. Our doom is near at hand.” He moved closer to the Ring. “Isildur’s Bane is found.” He reached his hand forward. “Isildur’s Bane.”
“Boromir!” Elrond shouted. The man stood up with a fright, shaken out the Ring’s lure, and looked to the sky in shock as it began to darken.
Gandalf stood, reaching a hand to the sky. He began to chant in Black Speech.
Ash nazg durbatulûk
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash nazg thrakatulûk
Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul
Nyx stared at the Ring, reciting the translation under her breath. It was the inscription on the Ring.
“One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them.”
With Gandalf’s word, the sky brightened as fast as it darkened and everyone sat back down except for Nyx, who had no seat.
“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris.”
“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf said to Elrond. “For the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west. The Ring is altogether evil,” he reminded the people in front of him.
Boromir shook his head. “It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay! By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!”
“It cannot be used against its true master,” Nyx said angrily. “All it does is pull the evil from within and make you a monster.”
“And what do you, a mere girl, know about the Ring?” Another man spat at her. The rage bubbled in Nyx and her fingers did more than warm. Someone laid a hand on arm. Gandalf.
“Nyx is right,” Aragorn said. “You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”
“And what would a Ranger know of this matter? You are no more experienced than the girl!”
“This is no mere Ranger.” Nyx watched as the silver-haired elf stood up. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Aragorn and the Elf did know each other.
“And it would not be wise to insult Nyx,” Elrond added. “For she has the nasty habit of catching fire.”
“Witch!” A man hissed. Nyx glared at him, her eyes flaming orange. It was one of the few tricks she’d picked up over the years. The man gasped and then fainted, and Nyx smirked. She swore she heard Gandalf chuckle too.
Boromir looked at Nyx and then Aragorn. He chose to focus on the latter. “This is Isildur’s heir?”
“And heir to throne of Gondor,” the Elf added. Nyx winced. Salt in the wound, if you asked her.
“Havo dad, Legolas.” Nyx glanced at the elf as he obeyed his friend’s words to sit down. So his name was Legolas.
“Gondor has no King,” Boromir said. “Gondor needs no King.”
“Then what does that make you?” Nyx wondered.
Gandalf spoke before Boromir could respond to Nyx’s angry words. “Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.”
“You have only one choice,” Elrond added. “The Ring must be destroyed.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” The Dwarf with ginger hair and a thick Scottish accent stood up and swung his axe. His axe should have shattered the Ring. Instead, the axe splintered into pieces and the Dwarf was thrown onto his back.
Frodo flinched, grabbing for his head. Sauron’s Eye flashed in his mind.
Nyx dropped to the ground, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest as images flashed in her mind. White hair. Fire. A blade dripping in blood. Somebody screaming. She coughed and black liquid splattered onto the stone. Ichor. Her cheek burned.
“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.”
Nyx wiped at her lips with the sleeve of her dress and stood up on weak legs. Gandalf offered her his arm.
“One of you must do this.”
There was silence all around.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir argued quietly. “Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”
“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” Legolas demanded. “The Ring must be destroyed!”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it!” Gimli argued.
“And if we fail, what then?” Boromir added, standing up. “What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?”
Gimli stood up – not that it made him any taller. “I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!”
The other Elves stood at Gimli’s insult and, soon enough, everyone was standing and yelling over one another. Frodo sat still, staring at the Ring as it called for him.
“I think it needs to be me.”
“Are you saying that because It calls to you or because you are strong enough to fight Its call?”
“I’m doing it because I don’t want to do it. Everyone is fighting to be the one because they don’t want somebody else to do it. I just want it done.”
Nyx smiled. “Then say so.”
Frodo’s announcement went unheard the first time. And the second. Nyx huffed and grabbed her scythe, which she had placed on the ground at the beginning of the meeting. She lifted it and swung it down against the concrete as hard as she could. The blade embedded itself in the concrete until no more metal could be seen. The crack echoed all across Rivendell and across the ponds and ocean, bouncing off the sides of the cliff. The Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Wizard stopped arguing instantly.
Elrond sighed indignantly. “Why must you always break something when you visit?”
“Because you ignorant and stubborn men never listen. Now, shut up and sit down. All of you.” She stepped back as Frodo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. His hands were so sweaty.
“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though…I do not know the way.”
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.” Gandalf gently touched the young Hobbit’s shoulder in reassurance. “So long as it is yours to bear.”
Aragorn stood. “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.” He walked across the circular room and knelt at Frodo’s feet. “You have my sword.”
“And you have my bow.” Legolas moved to Frodo too, passing Nyx on the way.
“And my axe,” Gimli promised.
Boromir stepped forward slowly. “You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.”
Nyx stared at Boromir a moment longer. She didn’t like the way he spoke to Frodo, and she certainly didn’t like the faraway look in his eye.
“Heh!” Something brushed the side of Nyx’s skirt and she watched as Sam jumped from behind some bushes and ran to Frodo’s side, crossing his arms. “Mister Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.”
Elrond looked down at Sam in both disappointment and pride. “No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.”
“Doing some gardening again are we, Master Gamgee?” Gandalf asked with a pointed look in his eyes.
Sam looked down at his feet awkwardly. Nyx smiled.
From the other end, someone shouted. “Oi! Wait! We’re coming too!”
Nyx bit back her laughter at Elrond’s expression as the two cousins rushed to stand beside Frodo as well.
“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” Merry insisted.
“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.”
Merry looked at Pippin. “Well, that rules you out, Pip.”
Pippin looked offended. Frodo turned around to look at Nyx, who was standing separate from the group.
“What about you, Nyx? Will you come with me?”
“You want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Aragorn said. “We could use a dragon in our company.”
Nyx smiled. For once, the name she’d been given wasn’t be used in anger or fear. “Then you shall have her.”
“Ten companions. So be it,” Elrond announced. “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”
Part 1.9 ➺
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Omg what is Legolas like in your DR? Any tips for shifting there?
I can not tell you how much I’ve wanted to talk about this
(Also hi if you follow me and don’t know about shifting or don’t believe in it 🤷🏼♀️ idk what to tell you! I’m gonna look crazy, but I’ll answer questions)
To clarify, I haven’t shifted yet! I have SO many core memories though, so I know EXACTLY what all of the fellowship is like.
I’ve made a few videos on my tiktok (shameless promo, it’s the same name as this blog, and I post exclusively shifting content there)
Here’s just the list that I used in those videos, it’s just a bunch of random things I know from being Legolas’ wife. :)
Will keep anything you gift him, even if it’s just a rock
LOVES having his hair stroked/played with
Will sit with you for hours, braiding and unbraiding your hair
Actually VERY much loves PDA, obviously mild PDA. He loves holding hands CONSTANTLY, if you’re standing in a group he’ll rest an arm around my waist. Pecks on the cheek/forehead (he’s TALL) all the time, and pecks on the lips.
If you’re doing something he WILL come and wrap his arms around you from behind, and whisper sweet things in elvish to you.
Nicknames nicknames nicknames. He uses a LOT, some witty and funny, some sweet. Depends on the person. He calls me Elen nîn (my star.)
Kinda clingy but in the best way possible, he just loves being around his people.
A bit of a worry wart, he has a lot of anxieties (but a lot of them are reasonable, I’m a little unhinged).
PLEASE wear his tunics around, he loves to see it.
If he’s eating or drinking something he will ALWAYS offer a bite or a sip of whatever it may be.
“Have you had any water today?” Is something to expect frequently
VERY expressive with his facial expressions
ALWAYS the big spoon, if you want to cuddle him just hold his head against your chest and comb your fingers through his hair. He’ll be out in a HEARTBEAT.
Has a MAJOR sweet tooth.
Will never raise his voice, no matter how upset he is.
Very light sleeper
His love language is a mix of physical touch and gift giving, he will absolutely SHOWER you with gifts. It’s usually little, meaningful things. For example: my favorite color is yellow, so he’ll surprise me with hand picked bouquets of yellow flowers etc. it’s really sweet.
A friend of mine HAS shifted and can confirm these btw 💖
AS FOR TIPS: I’ve gotten the closest to shifting by saying Elrond is helping me shift, he knows that I’m shifting into that reality. We have a very close connection and it’s done wonders.
I credit this for my mini shifts and the CRAZY symptoms I’ve had since.
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Hey guys, I found this pic in Pinterest, it’s about Aragorn’s funreal. It’s so beautiful, but I just cried in pain.
I hope it doesn't cause you so much pain, but I'll share it.
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Legolas: you might see me at some point tonight up in a tree with a deranged look in my eye.
Legolas: just walk away.
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Thranduil: We've got to work on your cursing.
Legolas: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.
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