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jazzistolkienfanfics · 4 years

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Melleth - Legolas x Reader

Type: Imagine Pairing: Legolas x reader Summary: Y/N knows some Elvish, but she confuses the two meanings for one word Legolas is continually saying: melleth (which can translate to both ‘female friend’ and ‘love’) Warnings: middle finger, mentions of being high, crushing obliviousness, ‘shit’ Word Count: 1462

Y/N and Legolas certainly made for a strange pairing wherever they went. Y/N, constantly covered in sweat, dirt, and occasionally blood, a decent height but absolutely dwarfed by elves (or most men, really), with a mouth like a drunken sailor also high on pipeweed and an irritating level of clumsiness. Legolas, ethereal, stupidly good-looking Prince of Mirkwood, taller than was comfortable for Y/N, never tripped onto his face in front of other royals, and spoke in a calm, agreeable voice on most occasions.

Outsiders to their life would never have assumed them acquaintances, let alone the most familiar of friends, with constant inside jokes with one another and the occasional awkward moment brought on by what the less ... stately members of society liked to call ‘sexual tension’.

According to Y/N, Legolas had absolutely no interest in her whatsoever. She’d heard his stories of his ex-flame, Tauriel, and how his father, King Thranduil, had declared her a ‘lowly Silvan elf’. The beautiful, talented, Captain-of-the-Guard Tauriel, ‘lowly’. Y/N was quiet certain Thranduil would choke on his imported wine if he heard of a human girl who was infatuated with his son, who didn’t like her anyway, as far as Y/N was concerned and aware.

Y/N allowed herself some of her rare minutes alone, when she wasn’t caught up in all the action and battle as a result of joining the Fellowship after they’d helped her in a battle against Orcs, to contemplate on what life could be like with Legolas, permitted herself to briefly think of how he would hug her, how he would kiss h-

“Y/N! Are you coming, melleth?” the blonde elf in question called her name from where he exited the stable where Arod and Hasufel were kept.

Y/N jumped in surprise, her cheeks now a deep red and she was fervently thanking the Valar that Legolas was not telepathic. Though her embarrassment was muffled by the disappointment at hearing him call her ‘friend’. “Mellon! (friend!) Yeah, I’ll be right with you.”

Legolas’s face fell almost imperceptibly at her use of the word friend - he was constantly confused that every time he greeted her as ‘love’ Y/N would respond with ‘friend’. The beautiful, wild, headstrong human girl, he’d fallen for from the moment he first spoke to her, rejecting him so casually day after day, and yet still smiling at him and hugging him and ... it was all very confusing for Legolas. He knew that elves only fell deeply, truly in love once in their long, long lifetimes, and he was so sidetracked by her continuous ... ‘friend-zoning’ that he didn’t know if his feelings for her were the true kind, or just the kind he’d harboured for Tauriel - the same love young, naive children declared for each other.

But he did know that he found Y/N very attractive - from her e/c eyes that could hold thousands of emotions and subtleties at once, to her s/c skin that pleasantly reflected sunlight and was soft despite the fact it often had some small amount of dirt or blood on it, not to mention her unruly h/c hair that she was constantly blowing out of her face/fidgeting with in a most adorable manner.

“Hey! Legolas!” the blonde elf jumped at the unexpected speech, looking down and starting when he saw her only centimetres away from him. “We going, or what?”

“Yes, of course,” he stuttered a little, then cleared his throat and smoothened out his speech. “Come on.”

He mounted Arod in one smooth movement, and held out his hand to Y/N. She was definitely gladdened by the fact that he was inviting her to hold his hand, but she glanced suspiciously at the horse he sat upon.

“Normally, I just walk next to you,” she said, and Legolas cursed internally at her quite valid statement.

“Aragorn said that we must move quickly today,” he said quickly. The Ranger had, indeed, said that. “And Arod does not like Gimli very much. So ... would you ride with me?”

Y/N grinned and let him pull her up so she sat in front of him, leaning over Arod’s neck. Legolas brought his arms around her waist so he could hold the reins. Gimli looked at the two of them and muttered something about ‘lovesick fools’, which made Legolas shoot him a scathing glare and Y/N give him a withering middle finger. Aragorn just sighed quietly, mounting Hasufel and pulling Frodo up.

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Hours later, Y/N began to shift uncomfortably and blink sleepily.

“It’s all right, melleth,” Legolas said kindly. “You can lean on me.” He was silently hoping, praying that she would say anything but-

“Thank you, mellon,” Y/N said through a quiet yawn, leaning backwards so her head (and then her entire top half) was resting against Legolas’s chest.

The elf waited until he heard her breathing even out, and he was sure she was asleep, before he began to talk to her softly.

“Why must you do this to me, Y/N? Why do you flirt with me and blush around me and then reject me moments later?”

Unbeknownst to Legolas, who was still expressing his frustration aloud, Y/N had opened her eyes, and was fully awake and listening.

“I don’t understand!” he burst out, almost making Y/N reveal that she was awake as she struggled not to jump in shock. “I say that I love you, I call you love ... is it a human thing to ignore romantic advances?”

“Oh!” Y/N couldn’t stop herself and she sat straight up, twisting around to look at Legolas, who was somehow both pale with shock and flushed with embarrassment at once. “Melleth! It means love in Sindarin, doesn’t it? Shit - I thought you were calling me friend!”

Legolas took the hand that was holding the reins and smacked himself on the forehead. “I forgot that I was the one who taught you Sindarin! And I taught you that melleth meant-”

“-friend,” Y/N finished. “Does it really mean love?”

At this point, Legolas was wondering whether to tell Y/N the truth or not: to save him from the crushing mortification he felt of misunderstanding her for a period of months, but he decided that a late confession of his feelings would be better than potentially hurting her. Not that she would be hurt if she didn’t return his feelings, which was what he expected after Tauriel.

“Yes, Y/N, it does,” he said slowly, looking at her - her e/c eyes wide with confusion. “I told you that elves only love once in their lives. And I think that my love is you.”

“You ... love me.” Y/N repeated slowly, knowing she sounded stupid but being too shocked to care.

“Yes. And you probably don’t-”

“Legolas, if you say ‘you probably don’t love me’, so help me I will throw you off this horse.”

Legolas blinked rapidly.

“I kept thinking you were deliberately calling me friend because you knew I was attracted to you and you were discouraging me!” Y/N explained. “And, honestly, look at you! You’re the Prince of Mirkwood! And you’re an elf - I didn’t even think that elves fell in love with humans.”

“We do,” Legolas smiled, his entire expression transforming into one of soft happiness. “Or, at least ... I do.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, before laughing loudly and unapologetically. Legolas’s face fell a little.

“I am so stupid,” Y/N laughed. “I can’t believe I kept calling you friend.”

She turned on the horse, lifting one leg over so she now sat side-saddle, and gently reached out, touching his cheek so softly it felt like a stroke of the wind.

“I am sorry for hurting you,” you said, taking a deep breath to steady yourself for what you would say next. “Gi melin. (I love you)”

Legolas breathed in sharply, surprise sketched all over his features. You gave a low chuckle.

“I thought elves were meant to be more observant than this.”

Legolas just rolled his eyes, pulling you towards him and connecting your lips softly. He tasted like the kind of pure, sweet water one could drink straight from a spring, and like something citrusy and a little earthy. Everything he did was gentle - how he pulled her towards him, how his lips softly brushed across hers, and how his arms wrapped around his waist.

“OI!” Y/N and Legolas broke apart at the loud shout, that had come from Gimli’s direction. “STOP MAKING OUT AND KEEP MOVING! Oh, and Aragorn? You owe me ten gold.”

Aragorn muttered something under his breath along the lines of ‘shit’, waving a hand for you to get moving.

Legolas kicked Arod into motion, both of his arms remaining firmly around your waist. “Gi melin, melleth.”

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growingingreenwood · 5 years

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What’s your honest opinion about Tauriel? Because I have severely mixed feelings about her. I liked the whole idea about her character, but I was horribly disappointed with how the screenwriters utilised her, it was infuriating. I would’ve been more onboard if they’d removed the ‘lowly silvan elf’ thing, the awful Tauriel/Kíli love story, and Tauriel’s disrespect towards Thranduil. Your depiction of Ava is how Tauriel should have been. In my opinion they wasted a perfectly good character.

I have a really mixed relationship with her, and it's definitely evolved and changed significantly between when the movies first came out and now. I mean…. I don't hate her??? But overall… I think she's rather pointless at best, and harmful to the Middle Earth Narrative at worst.

The two biggest issues I have with her are:

1) I HATE the ‘lowly silvan elf’ thing. I hate it. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. Because Tolkien goes to lengths to ensure that all the readers know how much Thranduil & Oropher loved, respected, admired, and COMPLETELY ADOPTED the Silvan Elves culture and way of life. Thranduil LOVES his people and everything about them. He would throw hands with anybody who even dare to call them ‘lowly silvans’ in front of him, doesn't matter who the hell it was. Would probably throw hands with Manwe himself if he decided to say something too snarky.

It makes the line all the worse when you understand the deep racial issues that have always steeped harshly between the elves, with the Silvans always on the end of the scale right next to the words 'Barbaric’, surpassed only perhaps by the Avari, but I don't think the Noldor would even count them as Elves anymore by this point.

So for her to say something like that out of spite an anger, when Thranduil (as it was started and hinted to in the movies) all but raised her & favored her deeply, and HAVE HIM AGREE WITH THE STATEMENT??????? No. Absolutely not.

2) Her weird crush/love thing with Kili (in my opinion) completely devalues and undermines the wonderful and absolutely shocking friendship between Gimli and Legolas. Like…. Elves and Dwarves hated each other basically since the entire ordeal in Menegroth when they kill Thingol and ransacked the city (probably even before that, when that was the TINY misunderstanding when Elves didn't realize Dwarfs were sentient creatures and hunted them.. awks) But Thranduil was alive for the ransacking. Thranduil probably remembers that day very, very vividly. Thranduil probably held his father for hours as he sobbed over the loss of his dearest friend, hoping his father would not fade from the grief and the shock. Thranduil also probably lost an incredible amount of friends that day (as well as his Uncle Thingol,) and Legoals grew up knowing this information. He can still see and feel the heartbreak and pain that Thranduil experiences each time the memory is brought up.

Gimli and Legolas arrive in Rivendell so wrapped up in their own cultural points of veiw that they can barely move their arms. And then somehow, they manage to form one of the deepest and most loyal friendships known to both elf and dwarf kind alike. Leoglas takes him to the freakin undying lands with the spare HOPE that nobody will stop him. And Gimli goes, because he loves his friends and would never want to be parted from him before it was absolutely necessary. Like???? THESE TWO IDIOTS OWN MY ENTIRE HEART. Their friends out of essuantly sheer stubbornness alone.

And then the hobbit movies come out and all of a sudden Taruiel is head over heels in love with Kili after an entire ten (10) minutes of COLLECTIVE conversation???? SO MUCH SO that she would literally threaten to harm her own king???????????? Who basically raised her??? In front of all her own army and soldiers???? Surrounded by her slaughtered people???? When she’s supposed to be captain of the guard???? I don't?? Understand?????

Like…. It took Legolas and Gimli months of being literally forced to spend time with one another before they even stopped squabbling over every little thing and YET Tauriel apparently has ABSOLUTELY none of the same prejudices Legolas would have. I just …… I just… I just want Peter to sit me down and explain the logistics of this entire ‘love story situation’ to me because I don't understand.

ALSO: Legolas spend so much of the books referring to the other members of the fellowship as ‘children’ regardless that they are all considered adults by their own people (With the exception of Pippin,) and Kili the equivalent of a 17 - 18 years old to the dwarves and Taruiel who is at least 600 years old is just like YUP. 18 YEARS IS OLD ENOUGH FOR ME, AS LONG AS HE ISN'T IN DIAPERS WHO CARES.

In short: I think we have very similar opinions on her. I was so excited about her character when the movies were being made. I was SO READY to have a badass female running around Middle Earth kicking ass and taking names. And like, she is kickass, I’ll give her that. And I do like some aspects about her personality… but I find that the writers just made her ….. Very, very flat and undeveloped. They seem to have only created her with the specific desieir to put her in that weird ‘romance’ and you can really REALLY tell that's the case. She’s hardly even a person. Take away her weird infatuation with Kili and all of her motives, personality, actions, etc, melt away. She’s literally nothing without Kili. Which bothers me.

I feel like the writers completely and totally robbed us of someone that could have been one of the best and most memorable characters in The Hobbit films, and I’m still salty about it.

One last addition: I created Ava in a sort of rabid anger fueled midnight writing session when I expressed these thoughts about Tauriel and my friend said, “Well, it's not like anyone else could create a better female elf OC extra, especially not you. So lay off.” So I’m screenshotting that part about how “Ava is how Tauriel should have been” and sending it to him.

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Blacksmith’s Daughter Pt 5

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Mild smut - fingering, oral

With Legolas’ blessing you now had one more person to share the news with. Straight to your apartment you went, stopping to rinse your face before leaving your room to pass through the hall towards the partially opened door on Thranduil’s study. Behind his desk you found the King, furrowing his brows in his crossing out items on a parchment then marking his changes above each change. After a knock he blindly beckoned his disturber in holding his focus on the page.

Where Legolas had glanced up you simply asked aloud, “Is now a bad time?”

His eyes darted up and he set down his pen and flashed you a weak smile that dimmed when he caught the worry on your eyes. At once he was up and striding over to you with upward palm extended guiding you towards a loveseat nearby, “Not at all. What is troubling you, Aerasumé?”

Settling your skirt around your legs you wet your lips and turned to face him when he settled again a bit closer to you and paused his hesitant motion to claim the hand resting on your lap just yet. “I overheard something today.”

“Oh?” He asked with a curious tick of his brow as his leg inched a bit closer to yours.

“Well two somethings, actually, though first, the garden I picked, it was the former Queen’s.”

Oddly enough at your reluctant explanation and his earlier assumption of what land you had chosen a grin eased onto his mouth, “I had assumed as much. There are few of our gardens requiring sows to clear the tall grass, and only that one out of my paths between meetings.”

“So, you knew?”

He nodded and claimed your hand to cradle it between his through a loving gaze at you, “I have never been one to handle my irritations well, for those who have betrayed me my pettiness and spitefulness rise. In her passing, I neglected and avoided her chosen havens at all costs, even the darkening of that corner of the palace. We found a spiders nest not far from that garden last year by chance, sending me to return guards at least over that portion of the grounds to ensure more did not take up nesting there. But, it seems in your claiming it our people have continued their old shortcuts and wanderings through that area.” His head tilted slightly as his grin inched out more, “If you were expecting my disapproval you will not find it. I stand by my statement, any Elf hindering your claiming what you wish will be dealt with by me.”

At that a tear streamed down your cheek from your prickling now downcast eyes moving his hand from your lap to cup your cheek and wipe the offending tear away with near panic in his eyes at what had stirred them from you, “What is troubling you my Queen?”

His sweet purr and concerned gaze locked on yours when you looked up again through his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly, “I heard something else, two of your Council members.”

He nodded, “Ah, copper robes with silver trims?” You nodded and he asked, “What poison are they spouting now to trouble you so?”

Hesitantly your eyes scanned over his face then you repeated their words exactly making his jaw clench for a moment then relax as you asked, “You have heard it before?”

A tilt of his head later he answered through his fingers brushing your loose curls behind your ear that his finger trailed along the tip of, “In Doriath my parents were merchants, from families of merchants, what I was raised to follow into.” Your eyes took in his deepening gaze as he brushed his fingers along your cheek, “My Father was chosen to be King as he knew the most of ruling due to his time in King Dior’s halls. There are few Silvans who still hold to our old stations, most following Haln and Harin in their plotting. They came close with my late wife, though she saw reason, or part of it at least, then fled foolishly unarmed and was slain, thankfully she left my son behind with a trusted Elleth.”

“I suppose it is not such a farfetched match between us then, Smith and a merchant.” Making him chuckle lowly, “If they are going to continue this, I suppose we should throw a wrench in their plans plot against them in return.” You replied playfully making him chuckle again and nip at his lip.

A knock at the door caused his hand to drop from your ear as his head turned to the interrupting knock granting you a moment to lean in and sneak a peck on his cheek after he called out, “Enter.” Weakly he chuckled and grinned as you settled back again resting your hands on his knee as Tauriel entered and paused peering between you two hoping she had not interrupted yet another private moment.

Tauriel paused then passed her message to the King stating, “All the arrangements are in order. Talm and myself have arranged the crates in Queen Aerasumé’s gardens.”

Thranduil nodded and you waited to hear from the King what the crates were for as he asked lowly, “Something else Tauriel?”

After she shifted her weight on her feet she stated, “My King, I wished to inform you of something. Haln and Harin’s latest plot.”

Thranduil nodded and stated smoothly, “Something to do with referring to me as a Cayuse, and my Queen of having some buck in her. Correct?” She nodded curiously, “Yes, Aerasumé has just been informing me herself.” Her lips parted hating that you had heard any of it, “As for our response, I will inform you that we are forming a plot of our own.” A grin formed on her face and she bowed her head then turned to leave hurrying to the door hoping to allow you both back to your private moment.

When the door shut your head turned and tilted downwards you eyed the message in his lap he unsealed and lingered on the word you softly repeated, “Chipmunks?” Raising your eyes to meet his you caught his mischievous smirk, “Lord Celeborn sent you chipmunks?”

Through a deep chuckle he answered, “Yes, though do not tell the Council. They fought against my attempt at a gift for you.”

In a giggle you asked, “You smuggled in chipmunks, for me?”

He nodded, “They are quite useful in aiding in gardens, the spreading and dropping of seeds here and there. Though squirrels are more useful, they are far less cooperative with transferring to new homes.”

You giggled again, “So, you simply intended to set them loose and, shrug when the Council notices,” you tilted your head to read the message then back up again, “the 500 chipmunks forming nests in the kingdom.”

“That was the plan.”

You giggled again, “The fearsome Elf King reduced to smuggling in chipmunks into his own kingdom.” Making him laugh then fold his arms around you when you hugged his side, “Thank you. When are they being freed?”

His head turned to the clock on the wall and then back to you with a grin, “Five minutes.”

Again he chuckled as your hand fixed on his and you hopped up urging him up in return to a rarely used balcony overlooking your gardens, just in time to see Talm and another guard slipping inside your gardens, feigning a patrol through to shift a hidden lever opening a set of small doors in their passing. Nipping your lip in the shadows of the balcony you peered over the railing on your toes only to have Thranduil’s arms loop around your middle raising you up for a better view with a grin of his own watching the first of the curious chipmunks peek out. One at a time they began to creep out and inspect their new surroundings for shelter in the trees between upward glances at your bright groupings of flowers in the tended to planters.

Within minutes the furry intruders were off in search of supplies to build nests while the crates were claimed and moved away as you giggled to yourselves. In a turn of your head your hand planted on one of his and you kissed his cheek again drawing his eyes to yours, only to have them shut when your lips tapped his. Tighter his eyes shut when your forehead pressed to his with a soft smile of your own as his grew only to break at your giggle at the distant angered cry of a council member at the sighting of a chipmunk outside his window. With a laugh of his own he set you down and said, “Best flee for an alibi.”

Your hand folded in his and you guided him through a set of back halls until you both slid into a side door of the library, where you found Bilbo curiously peering up at you from his chosen book in the center of a tall stack set aside by him. Gently you nudged the King into an arm chair and claimed two books at random then popped in the chair beside him, both feigning reading as Bilbo peered at you both curiously then to the main entrance where a Council member arrived absolutely furious. A storming path later he stopped in front of the King shouting, “We have pests in our gardens!”

Thranduil aloofly asked, “Pests?”

Council member, “Striped four legged pests rummaging through the foliage!”

Bilbo raised a brow, “Chipmunks?”

Council member’s brows furrowed facing the King, “They must be dealt with!”

Raising a brow you asked, “Are you seriously waging war on chipmunks?”

His brows lightened and he answered, “They will ruin our grounds and steal our food!”

You responded, “Only if you anger them. I’ve known countless chipmunks in Lindon that gladly help in our gardens there.”

Bilbo nodded in agreement, “They aid in insect populations too, how empty are your evenings you find time to despise chipmunks?”

The Council member gawked at Bilbo open mouthed then to the King who raised his brows expecting an answer to the question only to watch as the Elf turned and stormed back to his apartment. When the doors sealed behind him you and Thranduil let out your pent up laughter making Bilbo ask, “Chipmunks?”

You nodded, “King Thranduil got me chipmunks to aid in the gardens,” you giggled again, “Against the Council’s arguments.”

Bilbo grinned through a chuckle of his own, “I see.”

Turning your head you asked Thranduil, “They won’t harm them will they?”

He shook his head to say, “No, Talm and Tauriel have been instructed to share among the other guards any to harm your chipmunks are to be severely punished.”

Bilbo nodded, “Good.”

A growl from your stomach moved the King’s hand to yours saying, “Now, Bilbo, if you will excuse us, my Queen is hungry.”

Bilbo chuckled watching your blush as he led you back to your apartment where he made you both a second supper and sat through the whole thing sipping on his wine as you did yours, with his eyes still locked on you, still chuckling about the distant elated and irritated cries from the Elves through the Kingdom. The table was cleared and as you moved to ready for your night together you felt his eyes lingering on you until the door closed between you.

In his room he shook his hands readying to fumble the buttons free on his outer robe he left in his closet along with his boots and crown. Anxiously he combed his fingers through his hair on his path to his bed where he settled his pillows and laid back only to grin seeing you in a pair of sleeping pants reaching your knees under a loose shirt while working your hair into a loose braid on your path to climb on and walk across the bed with a soft smile of your own. At his side he drew back the covers for you and helped cover you again when you eased under them and laid back.

Softly he asked you, “How did you wish to sleep?”

“On my side again, I suppose.”

He nodded shifting as you did away from him easing his arm under your neck settling closer to you. He paused in your halting turn back to him making his brows rise, only to drop at your inching closer to him. A hint of a smile ghosted on his lips that soon met yours when he closed the distance accepting your good night kiss ending with a brushing of his nose against yours hoping for another from you in return. In your pull back you turned again settling onto your side as he draped around you still smiling as your hands folded around his looping one under the covers around your side with the other over the covers in front of you while his head nuzzled behind yours. “Rest well” came from behind you to which you replied, “Perhaps I might join you in your morning meeting if you would like.”

Lowly he chuckled and replied, “There is always a seat open in any meeting for you.”

Settling closer to his chest you closer your eyes shut focusing on the Khuzdul humming through the gem inside your pendant around your neck freeing you to mentally link yourself to Thorin, inside his sitting room as he played his harp. A smile eased onto his face and he shared about his day while you shared yours, lulling the pair of you into deep sleeps fading from the imagined sitting room leaving you both in your beds.

Reluctantly you both eased out of bed in the morning at Legolas’ entrance announcing he’d made breakfast with an unusually large grin signaling you to split and get dressed for the day. In a yellow velvet gown you had been gifted you added the full butterfly and flower coated crown you rested around your loose curls brushed over your back, overall gaining a large smile from the King and Prince upon your joining them at the table. Your arms shifted at your sides, “I thought the crown might be fitting if they are aiming to pit us against one another.”

Thranduil’s grin deepened as he eased your chair out for you, “A simply marvelous idea, my Queen.”

Leaning back in your elaborate chair your eyes narrowed on the oblivious Council member Haln as he rebutted against the latest offered suggestion towards the fruit production for the upcoming season. All you could think of was how absurd this Elf was as he clearly pushed for his own crop to be spared from being claimed at all, and by the looks of things it was for his own profit clearly somehow. Beside you Thranduil let out a deep sigh as he heard, “But of course, as a former merchant you would understand.” His eyes turned to you making him flinch at your fierce gaze after asking, “I am curious how our meetings stand up against Dwarf meetings?”

Holding your gaze you answered plainly, “For one you would not have a place in it.”

“Oh?” he asked with a raised brow, “And why would that be?”

“Those with no respect for the King are forbidden from holding seats on the Council for obvious reasons.”

His brother asked, “Obvious reasons?”

“For those who place themselves and their desires and personal interests above those of the kingdom’s. Had you been on my father’s counsel you would be wielding broken bones and ego from a staggering loss of personal standing and property for your public comments against the King. The last Dwarf I personally threw from the hall can attest to the effects if you wish to confirm for yourself.” The brother’s lips parted in shock while Thranduil smirked stealing a glance at the chipmunk still asleep in your palms after hitching a ride on the hem of your gown hiding from the Council members trying to chase him away.

Again you drew in a breath marveling in the first moment of silence in the five hour meeting pushing you past lunch forcing your stomach near to a growl, in a turn of your head you locked eyes with Thranduil after saying, “However those are merely Dwarf meetings, and I am merely a Smith’s daughter after all. What would I know?” You paused again, “In fact those meetings did not last half as long. No wonder you keep missing our lunches.” A hint of a smile flickered in the King’s eyes noting the Council’s reaction to your hinting that they had hindered your bonding. You rose up folding the sleeping chipmunk in your palms, before you added, “In fact, if you will excuse me, I need to eat.” You turned to peer at Thranduil asking, “Would you like me to send you up something?”

He shook his head with a soft smile, “No thank you, I am quite accustomed to it.”

After a soft sigh you glanced over the offending Council members and shook your head mumbling, “Nonsense” in your path to the doors the guards opened for you and closed behind you nearly making Legolas in his own chair chuckle out loud at the ripple of stunned expressions on their faces.

Steadily a stew was boiling on the stove while you fashioned a set of grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches half of which you were going to send in to the meeting just to drive home the message. A startled gasp came from you at the arms circling you from behind, in a low chuckle Thranduil’s lips left your cheek as he stated, “My apologies, I did not intend on startling you.”

In a glance up at him over your shoulder you asked, “What happened to the meeting?”

He chuckled again stating, “You, my dearest, were marvelous, drilled them straight into line, Halm and Harin have agreed to all your terms fully after angering you so. Never have all of them come to a single decision so quickly. I was also apologized to for being taken from your company for lunches, which now, we will have to share at least for a time.”

With a grin you circled your arms around his neck, “I do not think I have seen you this happy since our reception.”

He grinned easing his arms around your back leaning down purring, “Our wedding will be a difficult moment for any occasion without you to ever reach,” his grip tightened and he raised you in his arms making you giggle at your being his height now easing his theft of a kiss, “I am happy. I am home with my wife, at lunch no less.”

Making you giggle again and ease your hands around his jaw line and upwards to cup his cheeks deepening his loving gaze through his nose stroking along yours, “Then husband you will have to settle for a stew and sandwiches for your victory meal.”

Just as you leaned in he purred again, “My favorite.” Against his lips you giggled then shifted your hands in his head tilting to lean into the kiss. One became two and timidly your next two awkward attempts to match his motions one of his hands rose to brush the tip of his thumb along your lower lip parting them. Freeing him to move in on your pause to kiss your lower lip and press his lips to yours a bit firmer through cupping your cheek to guide the reacting movements to his silent tutorial.

The inching back of your head in his next attempt at a peck his eyes met yours wondering if he’d pushed to far only to catch your head tilting to peer at the stew making him chuckle as you said, “I have to stir it or the potatoes will sink and burn.”

He chuckled again then melted into your stolen kiss with a pleased hum and set you down and remained wrapped around you from behind as you stirred. Then helped you on pouring out the juice when Legolas arrived and you served out the stew for the three of you while the Prince divided up the sandwiches still giggling to himself about the end of the meeting.

The evening seemed to drag on and as you toiled in your garden your husband found himself drowning in records in his own research to add to his hopeful new proposed changes to some age old laws and customs regarding their production and trades. There, after your scrubbing, in the doorway of Thranduil’s study you spotted him, partially hunched over the stack of notes covering his desk the dip of his head and partially drooped eyes brought a smirk to your eyes. Walking into the room you moved to the desk and eased the pen loosely hanging in his curled fingers away from his nearing forehead to set on the desk raising his head to peer up at you with a sleepy grin. Gently your hand eased around his upper arm under his wrap saying, “To bed with you.”

Lowly he chuckled and eased his chair back and stood beside you, “As you wish.”

You rolled your eyes and guided him into his room where you eased his wrap off of him and moved to carry it into the closet while he removed his boots, socks and crown and followed you inside where he removed his shirt as well. In your path over to the bed his lips parted wondering if he should grab his shirt again only to freeze when you brushed back the covers and turned to ask, “Do you mind if I stay?”

Quickly he replied, “Of course not. Why would you assume I would mind?”

You shrugged, “Might get tired of me.”

In a few steps he had moved to you cupping your cheeks tenderly saying in a soothing purr, “I will never,” his head moved in to where his nose was barely touching yours, “Not ever, grow tired of you. I am your husband and I will love you and wish to be near you always, please never doubt that.” A gentle caress of his thumbs on your cheek later his lips melted against yours in your rise up onto your toes closing the distance between you. An easing of your hand around his neck drew him to lean in more with a pleased hum urging him to grip you around your back lifting you with one arm and raise your legs with the other. Holding the enamored lip lock he curled his leg on the mattress in the space you had uncovered and rested you on his lap then folded his arms around you again.

Steadily it deepened to more and more heated an encounter until you were straddling his lap after having had to adjust your silken nightgown granting him access to a few strips of your smooth legs to stroke between his cupping your cheeks and easing his hands over your back. Eventually his smirk at your instinctual shift in your hips responding to what he was stirring from you broke the kiss allowing him to move his lips to your jaw and along your neck freeing him to hear your soft gasps and barely audible moans and sighs. Unmistakably his own arousal was clear as the muscle you found yourself shifting against stirring just as enamored sounds from him in return. By your third subtle movement his hips had shifted in return while his arms melded around you sliding as you rocked feeling him fold his hand around your hip easing under your backside aiding a firmer rock from you sensing you needed a bit more.

A gentle kiss to the tip of your ear came before a low purr from him, “Feel better?” Unable to help it you gave a louder moan and his deep chuckle after against your neck held off any chance of you tensing. Slowly your hands moved along his back and around his shoulders, a shift of your shoulders allowed the straps to slip free in your next few shifts when your lips had met the tip of his ear making him nip at his lower lip holding back his grin. Smoothing his hand around your upper thigh with his thumb stroking closer to your core as you tried to press a bit firmer. In another purr he asked, “Would you enjoy some more assistance?”

A nod against his forehead earned a pleased chuckle from him while he shifted your nightgown with lips trailing along your collarbone tenderly until your soft gasp at his fingers easing right where you wanted them to be. A curve of his finger later another soft moan sounded from his slow and steady pace soon growing to match what sensed you wanted from him through his lips joining his free hand to adoringly see to each inch of your exposed breasts. But it wasn’t until your fingers locked in his hair in a deepening kiss you had been tipped over the edge, his attentions shifted from teasing you to the edge to directly to folding around you with a pleased chuckle through your continued lip lock. Not long after again your returned shifting brought a sudden roll from him that earned an anxious giggle from you until he settled above you teasingly peppering your neck and chest with a tender trail from his lips and tongue between his hands cupping your curves in his path lower.

Your knee was propped up and kissed in the start of a steady trail to where he had bunched up your nightgown easing his thumb’s path to stroking you again after you had helped him wiggle you out of your panties he dropped onto the floor carelessly to see to you again. “Lay back, close your eyes.” You raised a brow, “You are tensing.” His lips met your thigh again and his grin through his purr of, “Please?” With a sigh you laid back closing your eyes as his trail began again until he finally reached his goal. A few minutes in you stole a peak down at him only to giggle at his pleased grin up at you earning another chuckle from him as you laid your head back covering your face when he started again. Another tip over the edge later you wiggled out of the nightgown tangling around your waist and accepted the crashing kiss from Thranduil only making him chuckle even more when you rolled him over.

Your timid order of “close your eyes,” made him chuckle again through your stolen kiss that muffled his low deep moan when your hand dipped under his waistband to timidly stroke him. A few moments later your lips trailed down his chest from his neck making him bite his lip until he helped you brush down his pants you tossed away trying to remain calm eyeing him and the pulsing member tapping against his stomach. On all fours you settled between his legs resting around you and you stroked your fingers along his shaft in the gentle pressings of your lips across his hips, trying to remember all the tips Dis and Diaa had given you. A flick of your tongue here and there between the strokes stirred matching shifts from his hips below you through his panting moans that only grew louder when your lips first sank around him only egged you on.

Unknown to you in your focus he had stone a glance as well and had to clamp his eyes shut and lay his head back biting his lip not to finish at just that alone. A single teasing flick of your tongue when you sank again drew an almost guttural mumble of, “oh no,” the unmistakable pulsing of him made you lift up tucking your tongue into the back of your mouth, at Dis’ prior suggestion. You kept stroking him until he chuckled reaching down tapping your hand to stop after your final lick to capture the final beads had been too much for him so soon after finishing.

“Oh no?”

He chuckled again inching up to fold his arms around your back guiding you up onto his chest as his lips melted onto yours through his pleased hum that made you giggle, when your lips parted he purred against them, “You seemed to be enjoying yourself and I stole a peek and ruined it far too early.”

Giggling again you brushed your nose along his relaxing against his chest, “It is mainly meant for your pleasure.”

He grinned through a weak chuckle, “Yes, however, if you did not enjoy it I certainly would not enjoy it so.” You nipped at your lip and he added, “I have heard boastings from Dwarves before about it.”

Raising a brow you asked, “You haven’t-?”

He shook his head claiming your hand to kiss your curled knuckles lovingly, “My, previous union was, business.” His lips met your knuckles again with a deepening loving gaze, “With you I get to touch you, kiss you, caress you and tend to you completely.” Making you giggle and roll your eyes as he kissed your palm and eased it across his cheek, “I get to be your husband, all I could have hoped for.” You giggled again and stroked your fingers across his chest and shoulders until you glanced up at him with a faint blush at your absent stroking. “Touch me all you like, Dearest.”

A challenging grin eased onto your lips and you sat up on your knees making him bite his lip as your hands smoothed over his middle up towards his shoulders and onto his arms up to his hands that folded around yours when he drew them closer to kiss your palms again. “Would you like me to roll over?” The blush on your cheeks made him draw his hands back and roll over and settle on his stomach easing his hands along your legs straddling him while yours smoothed over his back in a firm massage earning pleased hums and sighs from him. “You are next Dearest.” Making you giggle.

But when you had finished he rolled over flipping you onto your stomach in turn for his own soothing massage ending with his rolling you over sitting beside you grinning as he asked, “What ever did I do to earn the affections of a woman so dazzling as you.”

You blushed again glancing away widening his grin then looked back, “You are one to talk, certainly nothing to shake a stick at.”

He chuckled lowly, “I am tolerable at best.”

You raised a brow, “Tol-, point out the jealous Elf who dared say that.” Earning a stunned laugh from him, “It may just be my Dwarvish side, but tall, broad, sturdy-.”

“Ah, I see it now.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not to mention those eyes of yours, and apparently a smile only I have managed to charm out somehow.” Making him blush in return, “And now a blush.” He grinned at you again and you tapped your bent leg against his side, “Dazzling.”

To hide his blush he stretched out beside you and grinned helping you to lay across his chest and side again. Stealing another lingering kiss, softly as you stroked a finger along his ear, you whispered, “I am definitely falling for you.”

His grin doubled and he kissed the tip of your nose, “I have absolutely fallen in love with you.” Firmly his lips pressed to yours and he reached down pulling the covers up over you both and melted around you as you both drifted off after another few lingering kisses and a trading of good nights.”

Pt 6

#Thranduil x OC #Hobbit #lotr

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