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faeriichaii · 3 months

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hi!! i’ve never requested smth before but your writing is so good im gonna give it a shot💫 could i request a legolas x human reader where she somehow accidentally touches his pointy ears not knowing that they’re sensitive for elves and legolas asks her to keep doing it (fluff/like half smut more like teasing maybe?) and legolas is just this soft baby who begs her for her touch 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Sensitive ~ Legolas x Human!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! You're like so sweet <33 Oh that sounds very interesting 🤭 I like the idea!! I think I once read like one with a bunch of the elves where the reader accidentally touches their ears and like!! So I hope you enjoy the story <33 (and ngl I was so close to turn it into a smut rip)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff, lil bit smut (if you squint your eyes) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 875 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Aini Nin ~ My Angel ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gi Melin ~ I love you ࿐ྂ

Summary: You knew that Legolas could endure quite a lot, but what you did not expect is his reaction to touching his pointy ears

You loved keeping watch during the night. Everything seemed so calm and quiet and it was the only time of the day where you really get the chance to be by yourself. Where you get the chance to think about everything that happened so far and everything that still has to come. Sometimes Legolas joins you during your watch times. These were your favourite moments with him. You always have the most wonderful talks and share your thoughts with each other.

Being alone with him fills you up with joy and warmth. One could almost say you get drunk by his intoxicating charm that he shares specifically with you. Both of you were once more sitting on the logs, around a fire that has been put out for quite some time now, talking about the future ahead. “Do you think your father will like me?” You suddenly asked him, using a stick to draw a heart onto the dirt beneath you. “There is no way he could not. He will adore you as much as I do Aini Nin.”

A bashful smile graced your lips, as you wrote your initial, as well as his into the heart. “I can’t wait to meet your hometown my love. And your father. I want to see everything and get to know all about Mirkwood.” Looking up at him, you caught him already staring at you. His eyes were shining with love and care for you. “And I wish to visit your hometown. Learn all about your family and the customs you share.”

His arm snaked around your waist, in order to pull you into his warm side. Dropping the stick you used for your small drawing, you leaned into him. “Do you think we should take Gimli with us?” A laugh escaped Legolas lips at the thought of the dwarf running around the palace grounds. “I think that would either end up in multiple deaths or banishment on his side.” Chuckling at his response, you leaned your head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you.” You said, gazing up at him lovingly. “Gi melin, Meleth Nin.” He gave you a soft kiss on the lips, which you immediately reciprocated. You still were looking at him, shining in the moonlight like an angel sent from heaven, as you noticed one of his braids getting loose. “Oh Legolas, can I re-braid your hair?” “Of course.” With that you stood up to take your place on his lap. His hands gently laid on your waist, as you undid his hairdo.

“I wish I had soft hair like you do.” You said, brushing your fingers through his white strands. “Your hair is already perfect as it is Aini Nin.” He softly whispered, as he leaned into your touch. A gentle smile graced your lips. Quickly giving him a loving kiss on his temple, you resumed your work on his hair. Parting the strand into a few sections, you began to weave your fingers through them. The quietness of the forest was interrupted, as Legolas let out a hitched breath. You raised an eyebrow at the sound that escaped him but continued to braid his hair.

His hands tightened around your hips, as your fingers accidentally brushed against his ear. You noticed that his ears slowly gained a red colour by the tips. A smirk played on your lips, as you let your hand brush against his pointy ear once more. Legolas let out another shaky sigh. “Are you alright my love?” You asked him, playfulness evident in your words. “Yes, it’s just… my ears. They are sensitive.” A little giggle left your lips, as you abandoned the braid and instead focused on his ear. You gently let your fingers trail along the pointy form. The elf underneath you let out a soft whine at your touch, slightly leaning into your hand.

His breathing got ragged, hips also moving up into you while pressing you down on him. “Should I stop Meleth Nin?” You innocently asked, playing with the tip of his ear. “No, please. Don’t stop.” A whine followed his words, as you put your other hand around his other ear, massaging both of them equally. Warmth spread through your body at the sounds that escaped your lover underneath you. The elven prince tried his best to keep as subtle and quiet as possible, in order to not wake up the others around you. “Do you love it when I play with your beautiful elven ears?” “Yes.” His breathy answer was muffled, as he hid his face in your neck. “Please don’t stop.” He whispered, giving you a gentle kiss on the exposed skin. Legolas cheeks were rosy and so were your own. You knew that elves could endure quite a lot, but you did not expect them to have wobbly knees after just a touch to the ears.

Suddenly you stopped your little ministration, making the prince underneath you whine sadly. “I am sorry my love, but you don’t want to wake the others now, do you?” You said, smirking slightly at his flustered expression. His hands tightened around your waist, as he brought you closer. His warm breath hit your ear. “You are going to regret this.”

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deadlymistletoe · 9 months

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Fears and Bandages

Pairing: Thranduil x F!reader

Request: @frustrated-kitten asked: I thought maybe I could request a Thranduil x FemReader where she returns with several injuries after fighting a bunch of spiders with Legolas and some other elves? Some small wounds, some more serious, but in the end she survives and everything goes well?

A/N: I hope it’s what you wanted - I was going to make it more angsty but this is what came out and it stuck.

Genre: slight hurt/comfort

Description: Thranduil’s composure cracks as he waits for you to come home from battling the spiders. He’s only able to put his fears to rest once he’s bandaged you up himself.

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injuries. Stitches.

Word count: 1582

Thranduil’s foot tapped against the ground, fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest of his throne. Besides the two guards posted at the entrance to the room, the rest of his subjects were steering clear of him.

He didn’t blame them for avoiding him while he was like this - after all, had it been someone else fidgeting he would have been annoyed himself.

It was rare for the composed elvenking to fidget as he was, to betray any hint of apprehension, but today was the exception.

It was well known that there were two people on this earth that Thranduil would do absolutely anything to keep safe, and it just so happened that both of them had gone headfirst into a dangerous situation.

The first, his only son, Legolas. Since the elf had first looked up at him from his mother’s with those wide blue eyes Thranduil had known that he would do anything for him.

After his wife had died that feeling had only strengthened, as the meaning in his life centered around the elfling who was quickly becoming one of the realm's best archers.

For a long time, nothing had changed, until he met the second person he would come to care about more than he would have thought possible. You.

Thranduil had never even considered that he might love again after his wife passed, but then you’d come into his life and he’d found himself falling faster than should have. And he just knew that he couldn’t lose you too. History couldn’t repeat itself. He wouldn’t let it.

Of course, that was easier said than done since you, much like Legolas, continuously risked your safety to fight the spiders that continued to invade the Greenwood.

Thankfully for him, you’d stepped back from the danger once the two of you fell in love and you took to the role of Thranduil’s consort - soon-to-be-queen, but the latest nest was bigger than usual and the spiders began to get more bold so you’d insisted on joining Legolas for the raid.

So now Thranduil sat, fidgeting like an impatient elfling, waiting for news.

He felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time - helpless.

Yes, Legolas had promised to make sure you both came back in one piece, but Legolas was also known for saying he was ‘fine’ when he had a gaping wound - Valar forbid he find out what his son’s definition of ‘one piece’ was.

Thranduil let out a frustrated sigh. He knew better than to doubt the abilities of you and his son, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but worry. After all, the last time his son had left the palace with a mother-figure, only one of them had come back - granted, that was when Legolas was a child with none of the skills he had now. But still.

He immediately straightened up, movements freezing when Galion ran up the steps leading into the room. “They’re back, my lord.”

Thranduil wasted no time making his way down the steps, Galion rushing to keep up with him as they made their way to the front gates. “Is everyone okay?” Are they okay?

“Everyone’s alive.” Those words were less reassuring than they should be. The mirkwood elves had a habit of using the term ‘alive’ rather loosely.

When he reached the entrance, those gathered around instantly parted for him to make his way towards the glimpse of pale hair he’d noticed through the crowd.

None of the patrol had been completely spared, that was certain, as scratches adorned each of their complexions, the darker blood of the spiders splattered over their uniforms.

Healers had already dispersed amongst the warriors, vials of antidote in hand just in case, and he was relieved to see that Legolas had no obvious signs of injury as he drew closer.

Legolas saw him coming and turned to meet him, voice low as he spoke. “There were more than we expected. We weren’t prepared, a second lot ambushed us after the fight had already started.”

Thranduil placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze - a show of affection that still kept a semblance of formality. “You did well.”

He hesitated, not wanting to brush his son off but at the same time needing to see you. Legolas saved him from asking, nodding towards where a healer was bent over a figure on a bench. You, he realized.

“She’s okay.” Legolas murmured. “Just a bit more cut up than the rest of us.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ve been on guard to make sure she didn’t injure herself more running off to find you before the healers got to her.”

Thranduil’s lips twitched, holding back a smile as he made his way towards you, Legolas following behind.

It didn’t take long for you to look up at the familiar footsteps, a smile spreading across your lips despite the sting as the healer cleaned up a deep wound across your shoulder.

When the healer took her hands from you to rummage through her supplies you immediately took the chance to push yourself to your feet, moving around her and meeting Thranduil half way, his arms naturally finding their way around your waist as you stumbled slightly.

He smirked slightly looking over your shoulder. “I do believe Lothael is about to scold you for using her distraction to your advantage.”

Your healer, Lothael, had followed you, rolling her eyes. She gave Thranduil a wry look. “Yes, well, I can’t imagine that the king wants his queen-to-be to bleed out on the floor.”

Thranduil’s eyes quickly ran over your wounds, double-checking that you weren’t in imminent danger of bleeding out, and lingering on the deeper ones before looking back at Lothael. “I can take it from here, thank you.”

He knew that technically the healer had more better skills than him in the art, but at the same time, he also knew that the only way to completely reassure himself that you weren’t about to bleed out was if he did it himself - he needed to know that he’d checked and taken care of your wounds with his own hands.

It was only when the two of you had left the view of the other elves, leaving Legolas in charge, that you let yourself lean against the wall with a groan, the pain that had been throbbing in your leg since the adrenaline had worn off on the walk home forcing you to give it a break.

Thranduil, whose hand had been resting on your back, ready to steady you at any moment should you need it, gave you a worried look as you pulled away from him to use the wall as support.

“I’ll be fine,” You muttered, grimacing. “It’s just demanding a rest.”

Thranduil gave you a calculated look, and before you could say anything or even begin to wonder what he was thinking, he swept you off your feet, your arms automatically going around his neck as he carried you bridal-style down the hall.

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, a smile crossing his own face at the sound. “What are you doing?”

He glanced down at you, a small smile dancing across his lips. “Why, I’m carrying to your chamber’s, my lady. Valar knows you’d collapse halfway there if I didn’t.”

You laughed before quieting down and leaning your head against his chest. “I’m tired, Thranduil.” You murmured, the toll today had taken on your body catching up to you.

He looked at you with a soft look reserved only for you. “I know, Meleth. You can rest soon.”

You sighed, staying silent as he reached your shared chambers and laid you on the bed, letting you sink into the silks and furs that covered the mattress.

You had started to drift off when you suddenly felt something cold seep into one of the deeper wounds, pressure keeping it there. You jerked away from the cold sting, but a hand held you in place, and you felt Thranduil’s silky hair brush against your skin as he lent over you to brush his lips against your forehead.

“I’m just cleaning them.” He murmured. “Relax.”

You let out a shuddering breath as he moved the cloth, a few tears slipping down the side of your face as he continued on to stitch the wound closed.

Your strong facade you’d kept up in the entrance and on the journey home hope had dissipated, as had your energy now that you were with the one you didn’t have to act strong for.

Thranduil whispered apologies and reassurances as he cleaned and bandaged the rest of your wounds with a gentleness that could only come from a lover’s hands, occasionally wiping the tears from your face and running his fingers through your hair at a particularly harsh sting.

It felt like hours later when the last wound was taken care of and you heard the quiet clink as Thranduil set the glass bottle of ointment aside.

He remained seated at your size, gentle fingers brushing over your face and hair as he gazed down at you, his own fears put aside now that he’d tended to you.

You held his gaze, relishing the cool touches until you felt your eyes begin to droop, and the last thing you were aware of was the feather-light lips that brushed against yours and the whispered, “Sleep, Meleth.” as you drifted off, Thranduil’s fingers soothingly carding through your hair.

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dontfearrr · 4 months

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ask and you shall receive! @elia-the-bibliophile

i have a few warnings, i’m coming out of fan fiction retirement so bare with me. i didn’t proofread that well so don’t mind any spelling mistakes, i used some shitty sindarin translator on google so i do apologize if it’s incorrect, and. i think that’s all! :)

In my arms

gif not mine!

Summary: Thranduil isn’t very fond of you and legolas’s relationship but nonetheless he bares it.

Pairing: Thranduil x reader

Warnings: small hint toward sex (nothing specific)

Word count: idk tbh i forgot to check

Category: hurt/comfort(?)

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“final count, forty-two.” Legolas spoke matter-a-factly across from you as he ran his fingers over his perfectly crafted, elvish bow. You gave him a raised eyebrow and drew your sword in a blink of an eye, plunging it into an orc that had its axe raised behind Legolas’s back.

“forty four”

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It was midday in middle earth, you and Legolas had volunteered to clear the rogue orcs that ravaged near by villages, burning and spilling blood mercilessly. It wasn’t often you got to spend time with him due to your other duties in Mirkwood.

The Woodland Realm had been your home for many ages, you were an elf but a fool in their eyes. Woodland elves aren’t the wisest of the bunch but nonetheless, they’re your home. Legolas was the closest you’d ever get to a brother, he cared for you as family.

However that could never sit right with Thranduil.

He was a stubborn man, possessive some may say, which is why you and Legolas’s little adventure wasn’t mentioned to the elven king. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest choice considering he will find out eventually, he had men everywhere you look. At the end of the day, you’re accompanied by one of the most skilled princlings you’ve ever came across, so what could justify Thranduils brooding this time?

You and Legolas were on your way back to your residence, small talk was made but you both enjoyed simply just each others company, even if it was in silence.

“and what do you suppose daddy dearest will have to say once we return?” you inquired, not looking up from the ground as the both of them walked walked. “something along the lines of ‘no one leaves here without my knowledge, i’ve told you many times legolas’ then send me off as if i’m some child” He mocked his father, which earned a small smile in amusement from you.

As you entered the throne room, you and Legolas stood near the doors for a moment, exchanging farewells for the day. He embraces you in a warm comforting hug as he always did before he let you be, smoothing down the back of your hair and nodding his head before exiting to mind his duties. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for what was to come as you walked down the long stone walk way to the throne, which sat the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. He sat nearly diagonal, legs crossed with his arms on either side of the throne. Glittery gems littered his fingers and crown that complimented his usual flawless elven apparel.

His long white hair shifted with his gaze as he spotted the smaller elf before him. He gave her no expression which was expected. He stared, waiting for you to speak, you could feel his mood from where you stood, it reeked of attitude.

Thranduil had spotted the interaction between you and legolas, it burned a fire of rage inside of him, only he was allowed to lay even a finger upon the elf. She belonged to him. His mind raced with thought but never cracked even a sliver of visible emotion.

“my lord” you began to bow before him until he raised a hand, putting a halt to your actions. You stood back up straight in confusion and shifted on your feet, Thranduils eyes staggering into you.

He finally spoke. “i don’t think i remember warranting your leave.”

You stood your ground, after all, the king would do anything for this she-elf.

“orcs were bringing treachery over near by villages, surely you saw the fires, my lord.”

You dipped your toe into the water, testing him.

His eyes narrowed at you, his thick dark eyebrows coming together, he was unimpressed. “and what does that have to do with me?”

“nothing, my lord. Me and Legolas simply volunteered.” you took no more than five steps closer toward the tall man. “we both had a free morning, i see not the problem.” Thranduil uncrossed his legs slowly, rising from his seat. His garments fell into place, the long white, detailed over coat trailed behind him as he made his way down the wooden steps. You were eyeing him like the finest piece of treasure, his grace and royalty always intimidated you.

“very well. however, i see no reason why my son had to accompany you.” he challenged, standing only a few feet from you, hands intertwined at his front.

“i mean not to disrespect you, my lord, but i don’t see a problem with the company of your son. would you have had me go alone? perhaps getting killed?” you know he would react to that, and he did. A long sigh drew from his nostrils, getting quite impatient despite having lived for more than 8,000 years.

“Thranduil, it is to you.” he steps even closer to you and peers down at you like an animal hunting prey. “you two seem.. close.” he followed up, taking the knuckle of his index finger to push a strand of misplaced hair behind your ear. “yes. he’s the only one who will even speak to me in this realm, other than you.” you finally raised your head up to meet his piercing blue eyes. “he is the only one who treats me like family. a brother.” you continued to further solidify your point.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve had a conversation like this with Thranduil. He’s a curious yet jealous mess, whether he likes to admit it or not. This conversation was slowly taking a toll on his heart, nasty remarks threatened his throat and boiling tears threatened his eyes. He remained calm, the elf in front of him reminding him of his purpose.

“he touched you.” Thranduil simply said while tilting his head to the side a bit. If this was his attempt at intimidating you, it sure as hell was working. He made something in your heart weak, yearning for him. “surely you aren’t jealous of your very own son, right?” your tone changed, attempting to take the upper hand in this situation, and based on his expression, it was working. your crossed your arms behind your back and gave him your best doe eyes.

“i mean not to make you feel this way, you know Legolas doesn’t think of me that way, and nor do i.”

Thranduils hand fell from your cheek down to your waist, gripping fairly tight as if you were going to disappear. “i know my son shall never dare to try my woman, but you are special and you know that. it wouldn’t take a lot for him to change his mind.” At this point you were bored of the conversation, you only ever had eyes for Thranduil, but that is hard for him to understand. He’s not used to this kind of love and anything that happens under his nose makes him rethink every single thing that has ever come to him. you were his star.

“oh meleth nin” Your heart ached for the king in front of you. He has seen many a heartbreak. He couldn’t bare to handle another. You were much younger than the elven king, but you knew when his heart was hurting, and you were going to fix that. Both of your hands raised to his face, his skin was like porcelain, flawless and pale. Your thumbs ran over his cheekbones, he instinctively leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. He may seem intimidating, but sometimes even the most wretched need comfort and reassurance.

“Legolas is no more than a brother to me. you need not worry. I pledged my heart to you a long time ago Thranduil and that is how it will stay.” you got as close as you could to him to where you could still reach him. Your hands never left his face and his arms came to wrap around your waist completely. “Im nifred i er aur im lothron ú- n- farn an cin.”(i fear that one day i may not be enough for you) He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Your heart shattered at the broken man. You wished you could take all of his trouble for yourself so he’d never have to bare them again. His head fell to your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. You’d never seen him so vulnerable before. You held the back of his head, gently smoothing over his hair and scratching his scalp.

“meleth nin, my heart and soul belongs to you. there’s nothing in this earth that could give me the love you do.” You whispered into his ear, kissing the pointy tips and they flushed red. You felt his body shudder at the action and held him closer. “don’t let a simple adventure spoil your mind.”

you lifted his head to face you and leaned yours against his. “im mel cin”(i love you).

Thranduil sighed in content and took your small hand in his, holding it to his cheek as his eyes fell shut once again. He kisses your wrist and opens his eyes. “i apologize for my behavior. it was unnecessary” he drops your hand and pulls you into his large figure, engulfing you in a warm embrace. You returned the embrace by holding him tight, breathing in his woodsy scent as you did so. your head just barely reached his chest, you felt like a princess in his arms. “your apology is accepted. you never have to question my devotion to you. Ask for reassurance and i will give it to you, sweet king.”

He released you and captured your lips in a soft but passionate kiss, he tasted of pine and elvish wine. you savored the kiss as your hands cupped his face, using your thumb to draw gentle circles over the points of his ears. You always loved his body language especially since you’re the only one who ever sees him express emotion besides Legolas. As the kiss ended, you smiled up at him, to which he returned but quickly was replaced with a huff of defeat, his eyes dared to close and his legs nearly trembling.

“you witch” he feigned the insult, merely joking as you gave his ears attention. Causing him to sweep you off your feet into his arms and head toward his chambers.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months

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Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader

Title: Flower Crowns

Dwalin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 5,252

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff

Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.

Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?

"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.

But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.

Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers.

"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room.

You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"

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And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books.

During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily.

Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.

You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.

But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least.

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Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.

"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.

You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.

"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought.

You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.

Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking.

Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands.

Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking.

Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone.

The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head.

"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."

Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.

You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground.

~~~

The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.

"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."

Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings.

But he knew that you were his One.

He knew the moment he saw you.

Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you.

"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.

A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.

Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.

You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role.

~~~

The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.

Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?

You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile.

Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin.

You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it.

~~~

You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders.

Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight.

As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.

With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound.

Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe.

At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless.

"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.

"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away.

The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered.

Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.

A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining.

"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"

Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead.

Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth.

"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.

"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."

Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.

"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys.

~~~

When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.

Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.

But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards.

"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"

You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head.

You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves.

"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you.

You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now.

Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel.

Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters.

Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully.

"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.

Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.

Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."

At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.

"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur.

You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material.

"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms.

"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard.

Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread.

Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.

"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today.

Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his.

You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant.

~~~

"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side.

"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.

Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."

You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."

"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."

"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."

Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."

"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die."

Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.

You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain.

Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."

You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 1 year

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Thranduil’s (non-existant) Queen

I strongly headcannon that the silvans were very free in their gender and sexual identities. The basic norm was that everyone is bisexual until proven otherwise, and even then it’s quickly accepted. Furthermore, due to the nature of elven lives (aka being immortal) being polyamorous is rather common, as is sleeping around with no romantic relationship.

(The valar can’t tell them what to do!)

That being said, cheating is still a gigantic no no for them, as is abandoning one partner for another, especially if there is little to no warning or reason.

Anyway, slightly crazy idea, but what if Thranduil was not, in fact, married, and simply had and has a bunch of one night stand/regular bed partners and one day ended up pregnant (read my user name) and that’s how Legolas came about.

Thing is, legolas looks so much like Thranduil that no one knows who the other parent is, and Thranduil roles with it bc hey, at least no custody issues.

Elves outside of greenwood: so what happened to your mom?

Legolas: uuuuhhhhhhhh

Que elaborate tragic story that becomes worse and worse the more legolas retels it.

You can bet your ass legolas has fun with it. His friends pitch in and all of a sudden no one knows what happened to the queen of greenwood (they do not call it mirkwood) except that it’s bad.

Thranduil has no idea that this is going on until elrond brings it up one day.

Elrond: i have not said it before, but my condolences for the loss of your wife. I understand it was quite horrific.

Legolas: *sweating*

Thranduil: *slowly turning towards his son* yes, i miss her dearly *you-are-so-grounded glare at legolas*

And:

Elladan and elrohir: how did you deal with the loss of your mother

Legolas: *hnnnnnnnnnn, i am not qualified for this but i can’t tell THEM that* .... killing orcs has worked for me so far.

Later:

Thranduil: *bursts in the door* LEGOLAS-

Legolas: I PANICKED, OK? LEAVE ME ALONE!

And:

Thranduil, as he goes to check on the mountain and humans after the dragon (book canon): Legolas, this is the 6th time i’ve told you to not be so-

Bard: *wet, grimmy, tired* *walks past as if in slow mo and like a supper model*

Thranduil: -Rrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

Thranduil: *stares*

Legolas: Ada, No.

#Thranduil #Thranduil’s wife #non existent i this case #legolas #silvans #best kept secret in middle earth is that thranduil has never been married #and by best kept i mean #everyone else knows nothing about the going ons of greenwood #greenwood the great #mirkwood #we don’t call it that #legolas: i was trying to have a bit of fun but it got out of control #thranduil: *having to deal with all these condolences* you think?#legolas’s friends are having a ball with it #so are thranduil’s #galion threatens to come up with an even more horrific way for the queen to die if thranduil doesn’t do his paperwork #it’s a soap opra #it started out as a joke #but now they’re scared smq will figure it out bc that be hella awkward and uncomfortable #it’s a good thing no one outside of greenwood knows thranduil is trans bc that’d just make thigs much more complicated #thranduil isn’t the biggest noldor fan but their preconceived notion of gender and sexuality is a blessing in disguise atm #i’m a book canon thranduil lover so that’s his personality #love movie him too but i like book him more

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tathrin · 1 year

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6. Favorite character in all of Tolkien's work?

Legolas. I realize this is probably the most transparent answer of all time and you probably wanted something more interesting, but I love his unflaggingly upbeat spirits in the midst of such a bleak quest, and his sassiness, and I love that he's at once one of the more chill elves we meet and yet also ready to throw hands at a moment's notice. He's just an utter DELIGHT...and then when you throw in the heartbreak of the Sea-Longing (which gets me in ways that I cannot even articulate and always has) and the fact that he stayed despite that until all his friends were gone except for Gimli, whom he took with him omfg—! Like, not to sound like Gimli on main, but how do you look at this utterly absurd elf and NOT love him?

HOW DO YOU NOT WEEP AND FALL IN LOVE AT THIS:

And now Legolas fell silent, while the others talked, and he looked out against the sun, and as he gazed he saw white sea-birds beating up the River. 'Look!' he cried. 'Gulls! They are flying far inland. A wonder they are to me and a trouble to my heart. Never in all my life had I met them, until we came to Pelargir, and there I heard them crying in the air as we rode to the battle of the ships. Then I stood still, forgetting war in Middle-earth; for their wailing voices spoke to me of the Sea. The Sea! Alas! I have not yet beheld it. But deep in the hearts of all my kindred lies the sea-longing, which it is perilous to stir. Alas! for the gulls. No peace shall I have again under beech or under elm.' 'Say not so!' said Gimli. 'There are countless things still to see in Middle-earth, and great works to do. But if all the fair folk take to the Havens, it will be a duller world for those who are doomed to stay.'

Add to that the fact that I've been obsessed with elves literally forever, I mean before I ever read LotR, and he was The Elf of the Fellowship...I mean, I would have fallen in love with him anyway on that basis alone, because he's The Elf we get to spend the most time with, but the fact that his introduction is just "a strange elf clad in green and brown"...that's it, Frodo? That's all you can say about him? He's "strange" and dressed like a tree? LMAO. Come on, he's ridiculous from the moment we meet him, of course I love him. And then "I go to find the sun"? MY GODS. THIS FUCKER. YES.

And then him and Gimli? Who absolutely should not be friends AT ALL, but end up being so fucking entwined that they sail to Valinor forever...!? Who go from zero-to-sixty in like two weeks, and are then so ride-or-die that they're even ride beyond death, fuck. "Yet you comfort me..." / "He stands not alone!" / "While Gimli lives, I shall not come to Fangorn alone..." / "Where you go, I will go..." / We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin's son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should receive him, or that the Lords of the West should permit it...

HOW DO YOU NOT LOVE THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

(And that's not even adding-in my own personal interpretation of Mirkwood as a bunch of half-feral unhinged cryptids.)

#i have a normal amount of feelings about mirkwood elves #anyway thank you SO much for asking and letting me rant about my favorite feral tree-boy #legolas #lotr headcanon #lotr meta #lotr #elves #ask meme #lotr 20 questions #favorite characters #this ship sails itself all the way to valinor #gimleaf

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rynneer · 7 months

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Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child

Chapter Two: She’s in Love with the Boy

It could never stay hidden for long.

and even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday.

-She’s in Love with the Boy, Trisha Yearwood

You’re starting to get really fucking tired of this forest.

You trudge along behind Dwalin, following your captors to God-knows-where. Well, you know where, as fragments of the events to come slowly start to return to your mind. But your irritation starts to subside as you reach the cave system where the woodland elves’ fortress lies, replaced by awe. Beside you, the red-headed Tauriel smirks at your reaction. You were surprised to find her among the Mirkwood elves, turning this Middle Earth into some strange mix of book and movie canon. But movies really didn’t do the palace justice, and you almost forget your predicament when the large stone doors swing open, and you are led along winding paths and into the hall of the Elvenking.

Thorin is clearly not impressed, launching into an argument with the king. You tune him out and rise up on your tiptoes, peering around to count the Company members. Bilbo. Bilbo is missing—he’s already used the Ring, you realize with a shiver.

“You. The lady.”

You jump. Thranduil regards you with a curious gaze. “You are no dwarf. What is a daughter of Man doing with this foul bunch? And in such strange clothes, too.”

Indignation stirs in your chest, and you cross your arms. “None of your business,” you snap.

Thranduil takes a step closer and lowers his voice. “We can save you from these dwarves. Just say the word,” he whispers, eyes narrowing as he reaches out to raise your chin.

As soon as his cold fingers make contact with your skin, a hand pulls you back by your shoulder roughly. Thorin plants himself between you and the king. “She stands with us. Touch her again…” Thorin doesn’t continue, letting the threat hang in the air.

Thranduil curls his lip and turns away. “Very well, then. She goes with the others.”

One of the elven guards grabs you and Thorin by your arms, dragging you along with the rest of the Company. Your heart quickens as you reach the cells. There’s not enough.

Tauriel has realized it as well, pursing her lips in thought. “Double them up, then. Careful with the woman,” she adds, looking you up and down. “She carries a child.”

The blood drains from your face and you gape at the elf in horror. How can she tell?

A confused murmur ripples through the Company. Before you can say anything, you and Thorin are pushed into a small cell, the door clanging shut behind you. Your head spins. Of course, you were going to tell him eventually, but surely not this soon. Thorin is shouting through the bars, but you only vaguely register the sound, curling up into a shaky ball in the corner.

At last, he relents—but not before spitting through the door. “They mean to divide us,” he growls, starting to pace the length of the cramped cell. “Making up filthy lies—”

“It’s not a lie,” you whisper, trying to cut his rant short before it can even begin. It works.

He turns to you slowly. Dangerously slowly. “What?” Thorin’s voice is low.

“She wasn’t lying,” you repeat, uncurling and lifting your top with a trembling hand to expose your midriff. The bump is just barely noticeable if you know to look for it.

Even in the dim light, Thorin finds it immediately. “You said you had no paramours in your world,” he says slowly. His thick eyebrows draw into a frown, blue eyes impossibly dark.

“I don’t.”

“Then how…” he trails off as you look over his shoulder, and turns to follow your gaze. In the flickering torchlight of the hallway, in the cell directly across from yours, stands Fíli. His knuckles are white as he grips the bars tightly, pressing his body against the door as if he could melt through it and reach you if he just tried hard enough.

“Fíli,” Your love’s name is barely a breath from Thorin’s mouth. “You?”

When Fíli meets his uncle’s eyes, he straightens up, chin raised. “Yes.” That one word, that first public acknowledgment of the love between you and your prince, shatters the tension in the air. A clamor breaks out among the rest of the Company, who had been watching the exchange with bated breath.

“Enough!” A shout cuts through the noise, silencing the other dwarves. To your surprise, it comes not from Thorin’s lips, but Balin’s. The old dwarf sighs and shakes his head. “Thorin. They’re young and in love. Something was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“In love?” Thorin repeats, dumbfounded. “You knew of this?”

Balin glances around at his companions—at least, as well as he can from the confines of his cell. “I believe you’re the only one who hasn’t noticed them.”

Murmured agreement and nodding from the dwarves. “The will-they-won’t-they was starting to get quite unbearable,” Dwalin grunts.

“Oh please,” snorts Kíli, standing from where he had lain sprawled out behind his brother. “They passed ‘will-they-won’t-they’ ages ago.”

Fíli goes to smack him, but Kíli dodges. “I caught them together in bed in Rivendell one morning. In her bed, no less,” he continues with a lazy grin. “Can’t imagine what she sees in an oaf like him, but to each their own.”

Thorin looks down at you, then back to his nephews. He leans against the wall, sliding down to the floor with his face in his hands.

You exchange a nervous look with Fíli. “Thorin?” you venture.

He doesn’t look at you. “Where’s Master Baggins?” he asks after a long silence, voice muffled. “What comes next?”

His question brings the reality of your situation rushing back to you. “Oof,” you exhale loudly, puffing out your cheeks. “He’s… he’s okay. Just trust him. He knows what he’s doing. Well… he doesn’t yet. But he will. We’ll be here for a while, I think.”

Thorin finally lifts up his head wearily, as if a hundred years descended upon him in mere moments. “Do you understand how incredibly foolish the pair of you have been? A pregnant woman on a journey like this? That child could jeopardize this entire quest.”

A hot flash of anger burns through you. You leap to your feet to argue, but it quickly turns to pain. You feel like an ice pick has been jammed into your abdomen, and you sink back to the floor with a groan. Fíli echoes it, the desperation in his eyes heartbreaking as he can do nothing but look upon you from afar.

Thorin’s face falters, but he makes no movement toward you.

“Thorin,” Balin says after another long silence. “The babe carries Durin’s blood. The first in nearly eighty years—it will be an heir to the throne someday.”

It’s as if Balin’s words slapped him in the face. Thorin stares at him, then whips his head back around to you, then Fíli. You can almost see the gears turning in his head. “An heir…” he mutters.

Clanging from down the hall makes you jump. To your surprise, Legolas appears before your cell, carrying a cloth bundle.

Thorin is on his feet in an instant, blocking the elven prince’s view of you with his bulk. “Come to gloat?” he sneers.

Legolas’s lip curls in distaste, but he looks past the fuming dwarf to you. “For the lady,” he says, holding out the bundle through the bars. “From one of our own women.”

You rise shakily, nudging Thorin out of the way hesitantly and taking it from him. “Thanks, Legolas,” you murmur with a small smile.

Thorin and Legolas give you identical looks of confusion, and you remember too late that Legolas doesn’t know you the way you know him. “You’re… welcome,” he replies slowly.

Within the blanket you find a small amount of food, some herbs, and a little vial with a bubbly liquid sloshing around in it.

“It’s for the baby’s health,” he explains, glancing at your belly. “We’re not monsters.”

You repeat your thanks and settle back into the corner, wrapping yourself in the blanket. The events of the past few days collapse over you, and you give in to the exhaustion, falling into an uneasy sleep.

“Y/N.”

A gentle hand shakes you from sleep.

You squirm beneath the blanket. “It’s too early, Fee,” you grumble, screwing your eyes shut even tighter. “Gotta… sleep for the baby…”

“Y/N.” The shaking is more insistent this time, and you reluctantly crack open an eye. Thorin stands over you, bringing you back to reality.

By your count, you’ve been in the cells of Mirkwood nearly four weeks, anxiously awaiting Bilbo’s barrel-riding rescue. The days pass slowly, with little to fill time other than teasing Kíli from across the hall about the growing flirting between him and Tauriel, constantly reassuring Fíli that you’re not on the verge of labor, and playing the same ten songs over and over from your phone—before the battery died. Your solar-powered charger is useless here beneath the earth. The elves have been noticeably kinder towards you than your dwarven companions. Whatever herbs and elixirs Legolas continues to deliver have dampened your morning sickness significantly, and Tauriel often escorts you on walks around the lower palace levels for the baby’s health. If either suspect who the father is, they don’t show it—you and the dwarves agreed it was best the elves not learn you were carrying a half-dwarf child, in fear that they revoke their preferential treatment of you.

You blink up at Thorin in surprise. He has rarely spoken to you despite sharing a cell, always seeming to be brooding over something or another. But now he holds out a hand and helps you to your feet, the ghost of a smile playing across his lips.

He clears his throat. “This has been on my mind for quite some time,” he says, stepping back and glancing over his shoulder at Fíli, who watches from his cell apprehensively. All the dwarves’ eyes are on you and Thorin, in fact.

“It is true that you are not… entirely what I had in mind as a bride for my heir.”

You wince, but Thorin places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it. There is an odd look in his eye, a familiar expression, but one you struggle to place.

“Y/N. The child in your womb is of the line of Durin. You may not carry Durin’s blood in your veins, but you carry it all the same.”

As he speaks, it dawns on you. The look in his eyes—it’s pride. The same pride and affection you’d only seen when he watched his nephews when he knew they were not looking. “Before today, I claimed you as a member of my Company.” Finally, he smiles. “Now, I claim you as my kin. And when all this is over…”

Thorin trails off and looks back at Fíli again. “When all this is over, and our home under the mountain is restored, I will see the pair of you properly wed. You have my blessing.”

He gently wipes tears from your cheek that you hadn’t realized were there, and leans in to rest his forehead against yours, that tender dwarven expression of affection you’d come to love. “Take care of that little one, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice oddly thick with emotion.

Your throat tightens and you open your mouth to speak, but the clattering sound of metal-on-metal draws your attention back to the cell door. It’s Bilbo, fumbling with a large keyring. “Come on, come on,” he whispers urgently.

You smile. Barrel time.

#fanfiction #reader insert #the hobbit #Fíli #fili x reader #fili x you #Kíli #thorin oakenshield #thorin and company #legolas #thranduil #tauriel #blood of durin

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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I found a bunch of Concept art from and Nick Keller for guillermo del toro hobbit if he had made it and I am honestly living for it I love it.

I just love his Mirkwood elf and Smaug concept, ngl I think it's better then the elves and the dragon we got, We really missed out, it's so pretty not to mention the elves.

It would of looked so cool

Disclaimer: All art belongs to Weta and Warner Bros

Taglist: @scyllas-revenge (here is the elf concepts/Smaug in one post), @blueberryrock (here is the elf concepts)

#concept art #jrr tolkien #middle earth #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #elves #guillermo del toro hobbit #guillermo del toro #smaug the dragon

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grandmawitch · 4 months

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hey, can you please summarize the hobbit for me?

Okay let me spin you this yarn 🧶

Once upon a time there was a wee hobbit named Bilbo who lived in a hole in the ground—not a dirty wet hole, mind, but a cozy warm…this sounds…ANYWAY—he was v good with his cozy, peaceful, predictable life but perhaps deep down he was restless and ✨yearning✨ for something. Not enough to make him seek adventure or change but he was somehow just sliiightly not like the other hobs.

One day a wizard, Gandalf, shows up and Bilbo is compelled by hobbity protocol to be a good host, despite his misgivings. Gandalf eventually convinces him to accompany a (perhaps not so merry) band of 13 dwarves as their burglar on a heist. Bilbo is afraid to leave his comfy life and the dwarves are like WHAT, THIS GUY?! But eventually everyone is convinced and off they trot.

They run into I think three trolls who want to eat them, but the trolls are tricked into turning to stone in the sunrise. They have a hoard of traysure nearby and here Bilbo finds the elven dagger that will soon be known as Sting.

The troop carries on, and eventually they reach Rivendell and consult with Elrond.

Soon after they set out from Rivendell a snowstorm hits and they seek shelter in a cave. From whence they are promptly yoinked by goblins. Gandalf finds the group to rescue them and he’s like “guys. Where is Bilbo.” And they’re like 🤷🏻‍♀️ we literally didn’t notice idk

Meanwhile Bilbo is beebopping around some tunnels, lost as hell. Eventually he comes uponst a golden ring and pops it in his pocket. THEN he comes uponst Gollum who is like, “oh lunch?” but he cheats at a riddle contest and gets away.

After they all regroup a bunch of WARGS are set uponst them. They are rescued by the eagles (why did the eagles help here and not in LotR? In this essay I will—) and aided by Beorn (the love of my life?)who can turn into a bear and helps them recoup & regroup.

They head out again into Mirkwood, riiiiiight into a bunch of big fuckin spiders. The dwarves are captured by the spiders and Bilbo uses the ring to become invisible and sword ‘em to death. One of the spiders says “it’s got a stinger!” Or something like that and thus Sting is named.

THEN they’re immediately captured by wood elves. Bilbo helps them escape again by using the ring, and stuffing them into barrels to float them down the river.

They arrive in Lake Town in the shadow of the Lonely Mountain, their destination.

The people of Lake Town are like “hey plz do not piss off the giant dragon Smaug sleeping up there” and Bilbo is like “u got it” and immediately pisses him off. He sneaks in, chats up the dragon, steals a traysure, and sends Smaug into a rage. Smaug burns Lake Town to cinders but a little birdy tells Bard the human archer about Smaug’s weak point and he is slain.

Meanwhile the dwarves have entered the mountain and Thorin, the leader of the company, immediately gets the gold crazies (real greedy) and refuses the very reasonable request of aid the ppl of lake town make about the entire town they got burnt up.

So now the humans are pissed, the elves are pissed, and they’re like OPEN UP AND CATCH THESE HANDS but then also the goblins and wargs they also pissed off show up and the humans and elves are like GREAT NOW WE HAVE TO BAND TOGETHER ABOUT THESE GOBLINS AND WARGS. Even reluctantly joining forces isn’t enough though and the goblins are winning the battle but then the Eagles and Beorn show up and the war is won. (deep breath The Eagles help here BECAUSE according to the Unfinished Tales, Gandalf needs a stronghold of Good in the North in case of eventual attacks from Sauron in the South in the event he is not defeated AND bc they are sort of written as a sort of divine intervention adjacent type of situation when someone is likely to martyr themselves but the Maiar can’t/won’t intervene bc of that time they sunk an entire continent into the ocean AND they don’t risk open war AND in this case they were protecting their nesting lands).

Gandalf drops Bilbo, now very wealthy and well-traveled, off in Hobbiton where he is now an outcast in Hobbit society but he isn’t really assed about it. He loves the comforts of his home and decides to write down all of his adventures.

I never get to talk about this stuff at length, thank you for the opportunity! 💕

#it’s long but it IS shorter than the book so #the hobbit #thanks for asking!

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triple-asstro · 1 year

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relationship: thorin x reader

length: 1.3k

tw: mentions of burns, scars

ao3

a/n: i am alive! so sry for not posting lately. school and life in general is once again kicking my ass and now, here we are. love you all <;33

It stung, that’s for damn sure. If you had to describe what having half of your face burnt off was like, it would be stinging. A lot of it too. Though you hadn’t lived in the town of Dale, you were there when Smaug decimated it. Only passing through to pick up some needed fruit. You could still remember the terror of it all. The screaming children, the smell of ash and smoke and the pain. That fateful day played through your head constantly; the screams and horrifying sights were too hurtful to mention. Thankfully, you managed to get some help in the form of a kind elf who covered your burn and made you look unscathed. You never found out what happened to that kind soul when you left the next day, however.

After the incident you encountered, you never wanted to face a dragon ever again. You simply wanted to go home and live the rest of your life in comforting peace. However, when the company of Thorin Oakenshield approached the Shire during teatime, you couldn’t help it. You had to go; to show that dragon what you caused him. Even if it wouldn’t do anything in the long run, you needed that closure.

As for the company itself, it showed quite interesting characters. Bilbo and Balin offered some peace and advice from the more rambunctious of the bunch, Bilbo’s blunter than Balin’s, and Bofur and Kili provided some much-needed humour and joy into the otherwise deadly and serious adventure. During the campfires and the numerous amount of stories you were told about the dwarfs' exciting lives, you mostly were an open book, never mentioning your burns and scars. The leader, Thorin, however, got you curious. He’d always keep to himself during the nightly campfires, always drifting away to a nearby rock or cliff. One time, during Beorn’s cabin, you woke up to the sight of a noticeably empty blanketed spot. Curiosity took hold of you and you quietly snuck out of your spot and crept towards the door. Creaking the door open and slowly squeezing through the giant oak door, the moonlight glistened onto your skin and the wind harmonized into your ears.

It was quite a beautiful night indeed. The gorgeous navy blue mixed with the sparkling twinkles of the stars truly gave you the most delightful sight to see. However, the tiny sliver of orange hue brought you away from the masterpiece and around a corner. As you peered over, you saw Thorin hunched over a brooding fire. His eyes looked tired and dishevelled; his hair was frizzy yet magnificently gorgeous at the same exact time. You and Thorin hadn’t gotten off the best foot, considering the circumstances given, but you’d kept your slimmest of hopes up. It just needed time.

Those moments you missed fondly and wished you were in right now. The soft warmth of the fire and Thorin’s comforting presence and words. Instead, you were fighting the Mirkwood elves. And orcs. While you thought that the barrel idea was ingenious, the harsh currents weren’t exactly favourable. It was pure chaos trying to both attack the elves and the orcs. It was a surprise that you still had your head intact. Everyone was swinging and slicing anything that lunged their way while you were observing the chaos that unfurled itself to you. In the midst of your confusion, a guard elf shot an incoming arrow towards you. The noise was silent; only becoming noticeable once it had grazed your cheek, leaving a drop of blood oozing from the wound.

Shock. The only emotion you could register in your mind. You reached your hand to feel the wound, only to realise it wasn’t the only would appear. As panic settled in, you grazed your hand to feel the leathery texture of your own flesh. You darted your head around, looking to see if anyone had noticed your new appearance, only to see Thorin staring straight at you. Now, the shock had truly enveloped every sense you had. What could you do? His gaze had an emotion you couldn’t identify. Was it concern? Disgust? Curiosity? Resentment? The thoughts plagued you endlessly, and the staring didn’t help those thoughts one bit. They only increased the speed as they flew by.

You couldn’t remember the rest of the battle, only snippets of your conscience snapped back in when Kili got injured or when Bombur flew above in his barrel. Though, that second moment was only because of the pure baffling oddity of it. The only time your mind fully resumed was when the company stopped on a nearby shore. As you heaved yourself out of the wet barrel, you marched towards a secluded spot; not too far from the company, but distant enough to offer you some space. Of course, when you sat down, you heard the wet sounds of following footsteps approaching you. You weren’t surprised when you looked behind you and saw a wet-haired Thorin, still staring at you.

“...What is it?” you stated. “You have something you want to say, so spit it out.”

He sat down beside you, staring into your eyes. While the mixed staring at the river caused you to panic, this stare was easier to decode. And easier to make your stomach stir.

“Was that wound real?” he asked, the royal tone causing you to hang your head low.

“Yes, it is real.”

“May I see it?” he said. You sighed, clasping your hands and squeezed rhythmically before turning towards him. You tried your best to focus on what the kind elf had said to you all those years ago.

If you ever needed the cover to unfurl at any time, simply focus on it. Acknowledge that it’s there. You don’t have to give it any further meaning; only simply acknowledge that it exists and that it’s a part of you. Then, and only then, will the cover reveal itself.

You kept reminding yourself of that passage; of the words that the elf said to you. You repeated it until it felt like second nature to you and once you opened your eyes; you saw Thorin’s eyes. His gaze had softened; his eyes filled with care and hurt. You could feel the sincerity and love of that gaze; all the feelings that you didn’t quite expect, but that you welcomed.

“How long have you had this scar?” he asked, placing his hand underneath your chin and tilting it towards him.

“Since centuries ago, I can’t remember and I do not wish to.”

“Understood.”

“Do you not feel repulsed? Disgusted, resentment even?” you asked.

“Why would I? Scars and burns simply show how far a warrior has come,” he said, turning his head to the side once he realized what he was doing with your face. “That’s what dwarven culture taught us. I can assume it isn’t the same as yours.”

“You’re right. In fact, if I were to show this in public, I would be ostracized immediately.” You said, chuckling at the statement until you saw Thorin’s expression. It seemed melancholic and solemn. As you were beginning to wonder if he was staring out into oblivion, he grasped your hands and cupped them together with his.

“My madtubirzul, I promise you, you need not be ashamed of this. This scar is a reminder of what you survived. I will be with you, right by your side, if I must. If you wish, I will find the thing that caused this and let its blood flow through the hills. I’ll be here with you until the end of days is upon us.”

You stopped, soaking in everything he had said towards you. As he was called away by Balin, you sat there, still leaving your hands clasped together. The affirmations he had given to you warmed your heart to its very core and, though you had no idea what the word madtubirzul meant, you knew it was something special; something he didn’t tell you the meaning about. You kept feeling the burn marks on your skin as the passage kept repeating itself in your mind. Maybe it was time to acknowledge that this mark is simply a part of your body; perhaps find beauty in it as well.

And maybe it was time to start learning Khuzdul.

#thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #thorin durin #thorin

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aslket · 6 months

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So I know I read something like this back in high-school on LiveJournal or something, but I reblogged a post about Camilla Hect reading Harrow's letter and I was reminded of Legolas

Because Legolas' dad got asked by Gandalf and Some Ranger to look after this horrible little creature right? Keep it locked up but alive, because it might know about something important. How they acheived this is anyone's guess, because Gandalf wasn't at all forthcoming about what that knowledge was. But however it's done Thranduil agrees, and Thraunduil's a king of his word, so they are apparently going to incarcerate this thing indefinitely. And it's an awful thing, it's so shriveled and cringing and weirdly small? Like a goblin-sized extremely old addict, who's been eating toddlers mind, but who Gandalf just literally tortured. Keep in mind, real goblins exist and the wood elves don't try to rehabilitate them, so they could presumably perceive that he wasn't 100% evil

Anyway this horrid little not-goblin can't eat real food, can't stand the sun, and obviously hates being locked in their cellars for over a year. So they let him out on the darkest nights to climb a tree in a clearing under gaurd. Wood elves aren't monsters, and this small being is clearly suffering, and they'll mitigate that if they can. Right for all sentient beings but orcs, Sauron and Rignbearers says Thranduil

But then. Then that little shit manages to communicate(?) with someone(???) while up a tree in the middle of a clearing gaurded by archers in the dead of night, and a bunch of fucking orcs bust him out. Or even worse, he didn't and they have a critical security crisis on their hands, instead of only an extremely severe one. This is not a great look for Thranduil, and now he's gotta let Gandalf know ASAP what went down because, as previously stated, the reason he agreed to house this weird sounding pitiable creature was presumably because Gadalf gave him some extremely incomplete and alarming info about why it was so desperately important he be safely imprisoned

Regrettably, nobody can ever fucking FIND Gandalf, which makes letting him know kind of difficult. A wizard is never late, because you can never actually pin them down for a fucking RSVP. So Thranduil grabs his son, after all the tracking and reapprehension of this fugitive has failed, and tells him to go to Rivendell and leave a message for Gandalf and That One Ranger with Elrond

This is a shitty job. Legolas' home just got attacked and a bunch of his people killed, and now he's gotta travel over the misty fucking mountains to find a hidden bloody valley and tell a literal 1/16th angel, on behalf of his people, that they've completely fucking biffed it. Jury's out on if Legolas has ever really left Mirkwood before, boy's never even been to Lorien, which is just across the river. The only sliver of a bright side to this is he won't actually have to tell Gandalf himself. If he shows up in Mirkwood looking for the afwul ittle guy, his dad gets to tell him what happened. The chances of "the grey wanderer" HAPPENING to be visiting Rivendell during the same day and a half Legolas spends there, probably just handing off a letter and mooching some supplies in a properly diplomatic fashion, approach zero

Then Legolas actually arrives.

So there's DWARVES here, and the son of the Steward of Gondor, and That One Ranger AND Gandalf. Apparently a council is happening, and Elrond's hosting. You guys didn't get an invite, which is pretty insulting, but apparently NOBODY got an invite and everyone just got up independently and decided to come here because bad shit was happening in their individual corner of the world. That's basically unprecedented, and not a good sign, but this is also a great opportunity for Legolas, and phenomenal branding on Elrond's part, really. All these people ended up here with news, and he's gonna make sure they all leave on the same page, and Legolas gets to take all that info back to Thranduil.

The only wrinkle in Legolas getting to be actually present for this once-an-age get together is that Gandalf and That One Bloody Ranger are ALSO here, and that's a little embarrassing, really. Sucks to advertise the you couldn't manage One Job in front of the DWARVES. But at least it's just that you lost track of one gross little creature, who's probably been eaten by orcs or something by now, so its not the diplomatic disaster it could be.

So everybody gets together, and Gandalf shows up with a pair of hobbits. Obviously Legolas has heard of hobbits, but its perhaps occurring to him at this point that they're Suspiciously small. He's only met one other non-goblin creature that size.

The council starts, and the fucking dwarves go on, but everybody covers the basic situations at home and they're pretty universally Not Great. But then Elrond says ok, now that we're all on the same page, we're gonna cover the important secret stuff. Legolas, at this point privy to state secrets of elves, men and also dwarves, might be puzzled here. Especially when Elrond proceeds to give a lesson on ancient history, starting three thousand years ago. That is a long time ago even for elves, and he's covering what, the fucking rings of power and the last alliance??

Actually, he's covering specifically one ring of power, and it whereabouts. And also that Gollum had it, and it comes up that BILBO did too (what the fuck??) and oh, also, That One Ranger is the lost King of Gondor. Cool. This is fine. Now everyone is talking about how glad they are that Gollum's under lock and key and can't cause any more problems, and Legolas literally leaps from his seat at this point to mention with considerable concern that he's actually not

This is real bad news for all of five seconds, but then Gandalf blows it out of the water when he drops the Saruman's-a-fucking-traitor bomb. And eventually this leads to Legolas agreeing to go on a crazy quest to MORDOR with four hobbits, a wizard, a king, a steward's son, and a dwarf. Literally everything Legolas thought was a huge problem has been revealed to be minor annoyances leading up to the apocalypse

And that's what I love about Camilla reading that letter. She thought she was dealing with some shit. She thought she was going to impossible lengths. She had NO IDEA

#the lord of the rings #legolas thranduilion #one of my favorite thing to do in fiction #is see a side character realize the plot is happening #the locked tomb #camilla hect

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thescrapwitch · 6 months

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Trick or treat! 🎃

Thank you!

Here is a little snippet from a bonus eldritch!Maglor story that I'm hoping to get out before Halloween as a fun spooky treat:

“ - and then all the spiders became a woman!” Piper slammed her mug on the table.

“Bullshit,” said Burt.

“It's true! They crawled together inside a bundle of wooden limbs, like some hollowed out puppet, and disappeared into the mist.” She emptied her drink. “I saw it. I swear. I saw it with my own eyes. Mirkwood ain’t worth the coin you can get in this business, not with all the strange creatures hiding in its shadows.”

“The elves have a story about a spider,” said Dalton, voice soft. “A giant one made of pure evil, whose hunger was so great it ate the light of the blessed lands and plunged the world into darkness.”

“Elf tales.” Sal rolled her eyes. “Bunch of nonsense. I can tell a better one than any of those so-called lore masters up in Rivendell can, and unlike them they’re all true.”

“Hah! As though the lot of you could’ve survived half of what I’ve seen," said Burt. "You ever run into a mewlip before? No? Didn’t think so.”

“A mewlip is nothing,” said Piper. “You haven’t set foot in Mirkwood. You don’t know monsters until you’ve been there. Bree-land’s got nothing that can compare to it.”

“You’ve never been to Gondor either,” said Dalton. “Morder lies at our border, and the sulfur and ash of that land breeds the worst sorts of creatures.”

“Sounds to me,” a new voice interrupted, “like the four of you know some interesting tales.”

“We might,” said Burt, studying the stranger. A man, dressed in leather and coarse cloth, a hood shadowing half his face. Handsome enough beneath the rough clothes and stubble. “Live long enough in this age and you see a thing or two. Why?”

“Curiosity,” said the stranger. “It's a night for such stories, after all. I would listen, if you would share.” He tossed a few coins onto the table. “I’d pay for your drinks as well.”

That brightened everyone’s mood. What was the harm in sharing a few more tales if it filled their mugs up for another round? “Sit then!” Piper moved her chair, making room for him between her and Dalton. “Such generosity is welcome at our table.”

“What’s your name, stranger?” asked Sal.

“Strider.”

#thank you again for the ask #my writing #silmarillion

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southfarthing · 8 months

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sorry if this is a stupid question, im not very knowledgeable in tolkien lore, but do the forest elves (?) leave middle-earth too? i mean those of the mirkwood. because i remember in the movies only ever seeing elves from rivendell and galadriel's forest going towards the west. but perhaps there were mirkwood elves too, i just assumed it's the other two bunch, because of their clothing. im sorry again if this is dumb. also sorry for the awkward wording, english is not my first language. thank you if you answer <3

they can yes! legolas is an example of one of a wood elf sailing west :) don't apologise!! i suppose some of those from rivendell are 'high' elves who have seen the light of the trees from aman long ago, so feel more longing to go back; whereas legolas didn't feel that longing until he first saw the sea and heard the seagulls at pelargir just before the battle at minas tirith. so to answer your question, they can yes, but idk if they all do, or when! because I'm guessing they don't yearn for aman as strongly because they've never been there

#replies #anonymous #im very sleepy i hope i didnt get anything wrong lmao

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rivalsforlife · 2 years

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OKAY. 1977 RANKIN-BASS VERSION OF THE HOBBIT COMPLETED. Overall I liked this one more than I expected, considering that I did not like their ROTK. It still had a few moments of what seemed like fairly insensitive departures from the text but not nearly to the same extent the ROTK one did.

First off, some things I liked:

They managed to keep in like... a huge amount of the original songs. It was quite impressive for something that was only an hour and 18 minutes. Some of these were barely mentioned, but they kept in the tra la la lally, which is of course, utterly critical. elves MUST be at least a little bit unhinged or there’s no point.

Also, down down to goblin town is a whole bunch of fun. Between this and “where there’s a whip there’s a way” I’m thinking we MUST keep the orcs alive because they’re the only ones who have good songs. And also, this thing has goblins and orcs be the same thing, unlike iirc the Jackson movies which kind of make them separate beings, which is wrong.

On the subject of appearances, the dwarves looked pretty great, they actually looked book accurate instead of. well. what the jackson movies did with thorin and kili in particular.

where is the bagginshield fanart where bilbo and thorin look like THIS

come on. there’s got to be at least one, right.

PLUS they actually barely cut out anything for a movie that is, again, one hour and 18 minutes long. This means some scenes were shortened. Beorn got cut out completely, unfortunately. But I think that’s understandable, given that if you don’t have him show up in the battle of five armies he’s one of the more expendable ones.

I think the biggest loss from the shortened time is that a lot of the scenes kind of ended up... losing their cleverness? If that makes sense? Like in the troll confrontation, they turn to stone because Gandalf somehow manages to bring the morning early, not because he makes them argue with each other by imitating their voices until the sun comes up. In addition, Bilbo doesn’t really taunt the spiders to draw them away. I’m assuming these are products of them wanting to keep the scenes in but shortening them, which is a shame.

The biggest departure that bothered me is that they cut out Bilbo’s moment where he considers killing Gollum but then pities him and decides not to, because that is pretty significant to the overall Themes and is also very plot-relevant for LOTR in general.

Oh and of course the Arkenstone and all the stuff related to that was cut out. Instead the conflict is Bilbo not wanting to fight when there’s 13 dwarves against an army, and Thorin calls him a coward who knows nothing of war, and Bilbo says THEY’RE all cowards because he’s the one who did all the stuff like fighting spiders and confronting Smaug and all that. which was a little weird honestly.

Fairly minor exclusions: they cut out one of my favorite exchanges which is Bilbo talking to a complaining Thorin like “WELL ARE YOU ALIVE? OR ARE YOU DEAD?” after the barrel scene, but this is replaced by Bilbo making a quip about how being a burglar didn’t mean he had to provide them with first-class accommodations, so it stands.

They also cut out the humor of the “we’re starving” exchange which is unfortunate because Thranduil LOOKS like he’s starving.

man. there’s so much here. going to mentally juxtapose this over thranduil when I’m watching the jackson hobbit movies. like honestly to me it’s funny how many people are convinced the elves are supposed to be ethereal and beautiful yet the only adaptation that’s really tried that is jackson’s. and sometimes you have shit like this.

also in line with my point of the bagginshield fanart where they look like in this movie, I want the kili/tauriel fanart but tauriel looks like one of the wood elves here:

and of course kili looks like kili in this adaptation or his book-accurate self. someone has to have done this.

There was a thing here implying the reason the dwarves get locked up in Mirkwood is because they’re greedy and didn’t want to share the treasure with the dwarves, which was a bit weird, but we’ll get to that later.

... miscellaneous point I can’t fit anywhere else. goblins and spiders get killed and they just kind of spin into nothingness. particularly the death of the great goblin was weird. Although it did sufficiently hype up Glamdring which is great! Overall a thing I noticed about these Rankin-Bass ones in particular is that it takes particular effort to dodge any of the previous lore, like Elrond mentioning Glamdring was wielded by his kin and is from Gondolin, they just say “these were forged for the goblin wars”. which I get for not wanting to confuse the audience but, still.

Smaug has spotlight eyes that put the jackson movies’ sauron to shame. he also looks a bit like a kitty cat

and of course I would be remiss to not mention that bard and the lakedown men have bare legs like in the bakshi adaptation. why do men dress like this

Hm anyway. Throughout this part Gandalf makes Bilbo record a log of his adventures so that Gandalf can “judge his mistakes”, which is so rude and honestly kind of fits Gandalf despite it just being an excuse for Bilbo to narrate things throughout that part.

Okay. They generally go through the gold-sickness by making the dwarves behave irrationally, like hanging out in the treasure room waiting for Smaug. But it also has some other strange stuff like Balin saying “O Great King under the mountain!” and Bilbo going “Balin, it’s only Thorin.” like yeah it is. but he also Is the King Under The Mountain. That’s A Significant Point.

What’s funny about it though is that for the battle of five armies (which has bilbo go “it’s a battle of three armies...” [orcs appear] “it’s a battle of FOUR armies...” [eagles appear] “A BATTLE OF FIVE ARMIES... IT’S TOO MUCH...”) as soon as the orcs come out Thorin reconciles with Thranduil and Bard which is an exchange like:

Thorin: O GREAT ELF KING MY TRUEST FRIEND AND ALLY

Thranduil: OF COURSE KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN. YOUR PEOPLE ARE LIKE BROTHERS UNTO MINE.

which is just very much not true at all. but whatever. I get what they’re going for but it seems they’re going WAY too far. you could do a “let’s set aside our differences to fight our common enemy, the orcs” without acting like they were ever besties.

Bilbo also has a line here like “Thorin is correct... I simply do not understand [what? why? could not make out this word]” and whatever that last word is it’s still funny. he’s so mean to thorin. book-accurate. thorin’s death exchange includes:

Thorin: Does it take this for us to see each other... You are no coward, my friend... I am sorry I so named you...

Bilbo: this isn’t important

But overall it stayed true to the death scene which was good and decently emotional.

What is strange though is that only six of the company survive. I’m not sure if this is including Gandalf. And they don’t tell us who lived! We know Thorin and Bombur die, I’m assuming Fili and Kili do as well, and there were two dwarves at the end but honestly I did not take notes on who was who so I can’t be sure who they were.

And the ending is pretty close to the book as well, though Balin doesn’t visit because he may or may not be dead, it’s just the exchange between Gandalf and Bilbo. But it does have a hook into LOTR, though it’s Gandalf talking about how the Ring is important and one of Bilbo’s family members will be affected by it, which is far more than he should know at this point, but I’ll let it slide.

Overall I did like this one much more than I was expecting. I think it really helped them that they could adapt the whole hobbit and not just the last third of lotr. I of course have minor issues, buuut I think I’m going to like this more than the jackson hobbit movies, though I. tragically. must revisit them. god that’s going to take so long.

anyways that’s that. thank you for bearing with me yet again on these adaptation adventures. see you maybe later this week for jackson hobbit movies.............. ugh.

#tolkien adaptation rankings #long post

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