#answered by Tauriel

[demigoddessqueens]

Could you write a nsfw alphabet for Arwen and Tauriel(Separately) with a male s/o please?

Sure thing!!

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Arwen

Tauriel

Author’s Note - I’ve also combined this ask with a SFW alphabet request for Castlevania Dracula

Anon asked - “Could you please write a sfw alphabet with Dracula?”

A - Activity?

Honestly, he’ll want to do anything and everything with you. Read, travel, explore. All of it!

B - beauty?

Dracula looks to you as if you hung the moon and sun and stars. You’re GORGEOUS to him and to you, he’s ethereal to look at

C - comfort?

Your comfort is his first priority. There’s not much that a vampire may/may not need, but to you he gives everything

D - dreams?

He dreams of your life together, what you both could add more to it and the legacy you’ve created

E - equal?

It’s a loving, equal relationship that he treasures

F - fight?

It’s very rare you both fight, but if you did, it’s also quick to make up (after much brooding)

G - gratitude?

Dracula is ETERNALLY grateful to have you in his life, a bright spot in the dark

H - honesty?

Honesty is what builds and strengthens your relationship together. It’s essential to him in a world of betrayal

I - inspiration?

You, and your likeness and kind nature are what push him forward

J - jealous?

Goes without saying 😆 even if it’s fellow vampires from the council

K - kiss?

Deep, loving, passionate. Leaves you breathless

L - love?

Dracula said it first to you, and he’s never been happier in his immortal years when you reciprocate

M - marriage?

It’s not the “traditional” human marriage but it’s you two together and that’s all that matters

N - nicknames?

All of the classics! “My love, dear, love of my life”, etc

O - on cloud nine?

Thought he won’t admit it outright, Dracula does daydream of his life with you and what’s next in life

P - pda?

Not too big on it but when it’s just you two? Oh it’s paradise!

Q - quirk?

I don’t see Dracula having a lot of quirks, but if you do, he just adores it all because it’s you

R - romance?

Classic romance. Old school chivalry and wooing

S - support?

He supports you in all that you do, or subjects you are curious about

T - thrill?

Learning new things from the library or traveling adds new experiences

U - understanding?

He values you immensely for how you accepted his nature

V - value?

Everything that is your relationship with Dracula is treated with the utmost sincerity

W - wild card? random fluff

You were surprised one random afternoon with a portrait commission by him. The artist being one of the few humans he trusted

X - xoxo?

Extremely affectionate 🤗 he lives and longs for deep kisses

Y - yearning?

Lord of Shadows and King of Vampires is always full of yearn 💕 for you

Z - zeal?

There’s a lot of ardor and passionate underneath the vampire’s occasional serenity

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[sotwk]

hi naneth! seeing as how legolas and tauriel are birthmates, how old do you consider them to be? for that matter - what are the differences like between the princes' ages?

Hi Toaster! (Or Drake?) Thank you for this question! I was wondering if anyone would ever ask the Ages/Year of Birth question! You should get a prize for stepping up! <3

Below is the Summary of the birthdays of the Thranduilions, with Elrond's children as well as some key events mixed in just for reference:

SECOND AGE

SA 3430 - Mirion is born.

SA 3441 - The war ends. Thranduil’s reign as Woodland King begins, and his palace becomes the new Woodland capital. Thranduil is 3,576 years old. End of the Second Age.

THIRD AGE

TA 2 - Disaster of the Gladden Fields. Thranduil and Mirion (13 years old) lead a hunting party to hunt down and slay the scattered orcs, preventing them from taking refuge in the Greenwood.

TA 37 - Turhir is born.

TA 89 - Arvellas is born. 

TA 109 - Elrond weds Celebrian. Mirion meets his future wife, Itarildë, for the first time at their wedding.

TA 130 - Elladan and Elrohir are born.

TA 221 - Gelir is born.

TA 241 - Arwen is born.

TA 242 - Legolas is born. Tauriel is born. 

TA 1050 - About this time a shadow falls on Greenwood, and men begin to call it Mirkwood. [Direct quote from Tolkien Gateway]

The Age Differences Between Legolas and his Brothers:

Mirion -> 48 years -> Turhir -> 52 years -> Arvellas -> 132 years -> Gelir -> 21 years -> Legolas

There is a 253 year age difference between Legolas (and therefore Tauriel) and his eldest brother, Mirion.

By the Fellowship of the Ring (TA 3019):

Legolas and Tauriel: 2,776 years old

Mirion and Arvellas: deceased

Turhir and Gelir: missing/unknown

Thank you again for this question! :)

#sotwk answers #the hobbit #thranduil #lotr #tolkien #legolas #sotwk ocs #thranduilion #sotwk headcanon #mirkwood elves #tauriel

[laneynoir]

So... this is a bit of an unusual, self-serving ask, but if you're at all interested in the idea, please go for it! XD

You know all those fanart drawings of child Legolas accidentally shooting Thranduil with an arrow? Well, in SotWK, Gelir is actually the one who teaches Legolas how to shoot. (And SotWK headcanon states Gelir is the greatest archer in the Woodland Realm. Like, he would have saved Helm's Deep from blowing up with his first shot. Bahaha.)

If you're in the mood, maybe a brother crack fic along those lines?

Thank you in advance, if you choose to go for it!

PS. Tauriel is Legolas's age in SotWK too, so you can throw child-her in there if you want.

Honestly @sotwk posting this with your oc's in it feels like going up to Tolkien and showing him my fanfic. ✨anyway✨

EDIT: forgot to mention, I've never tried to write in past tense, so thizs is EXTRA rocky 😅 sorry

Word count: 2968 (got a bit out if hand..)

Legolas let out a cry of joy before wrapping his mother in a hug that nearly knocked her off balance. "Thank you Ammë! Thank you thank you!"

Queen Maereth could do naught else but give her son a smile, for his grin was bright and cheerful as the sun above Greenwood's canopy. "You must always be on your best behavior, my Greenleaf, and the instant you are hurt the lessons will halt. Do you understand?"

His braid bobbed as he nodded his head. "Yes, of course!" Suddenly his face feel into a scowl. "And I have to find some way to convince Gelir to teach me, he is quite particular about how much time he spends with me."

"Gelir is particular about time spent with anyone, Legolas. He far prefer a the company of trees and woodland inhabitants to ourselves." The cool tones of the Elven king promoted a laugh from his beloved, a sound that never failed to bring joy to any around.

Legolas, however, was not amused. Throwing his hands up in the air he exclaimed, "Well that doesn't help me. I can hardly turn myself into a squirl or bird so he may teach me to shoot." A moment's pause, "besides, even if I could, it would be pointless. I could hardly draw a bow if I had paws or talons."

Though Legolas did not understand why his father laughed, he grinned all the same. He liked it when his father was happy. When his father was happy, Ammë was happy, and that usually meant everything was okay.

The young prince hopped to his feet from the spot on the floor to which he'd settled, and addressed his Royal parents in a lofty tone. "I would love to keep you both company, but I must be off. Plans do not shape themselves, and I will need a great one to convince Gelir." Gravely the young prince bowed before exiting the room, deap in thought.

It was a testament to the wills of both Thranduil and Maereth that their expressions remained stotic until Legolas had left.

In the end Legolas, having begged advice from all of his brothers, had landed on a simple plan to entice Gelir's good will; flattery and wide eyes.

Granted he landed on this plan after four failed attempts at others, including an incident with a candle and far to close an escape for the silver-blond of Gelir's lovely hair, had it been longer the escapade would have ended much differantly.

And so Legolas -much to the confusion of poor Gelir- doted upon him for near a week, before finally becomeing so antsy that he starts spending large amounts of time fliped on the grass. (Much to the displeasure of the maid tasked with scrubbing stains from the prince's tunic)

Throughout this period, Tauriel was merciless with both her teasing and no-nonsense advice. Having advised her friend to "just ask him" she set to annoying him into doing so.

Legolas did not appreciate this.

But yet not for nothing is Gelir still heralded as the greatest hunter of Greenwood The Great, and his eyes were sharp as the hawks whos company he kept.

Having become suspicious of his younger brother's attitude, he sharpened his focouse onto Legolas. Yet he found no fault nor prank that the wide eyed Mellon had played to promt his generous disposition.

When a week had passed, Gelir noted a significant change in Legolas' manner, gone was the constant bable and cheer.  And though he was lothe to say so, Gelir noted it's absence with sorrow.

Becoming worried, the fourth prince of the wood aproched his eldest brother with his concern- for although he cared deeply for Legolas, he did not wish to bring worry on Queen Mearath.

But Mirion was non-forthcoming, and told him only that Legolas was in perfect health, and his problem was somthing that only Gelir could help.

Resolving to confront his brother on the morrow, he retires to bed, troubled.

The next morning Legolas offered to serve him, as he had been for a time, and Gelir politly declined. Legolas mearly nodded with an air of resignation. After the meal Gelir pulls him to the side, "Legolas, brother, you have nor been yourself this past week, and I have been told that only I can help you, but I know not how."

Legolas fidgeted with his tunic hem before taking a gulp of air at looking up at hus brother, who had never seemed so tall before. "I..." He started, then spoke so quickly that Gelir could liken him to a squirl.

"Ammë said that since I've been doing so well with my lessons I could choose one weapon to start studying, and I really wantd to learn the bow, and everyone knows that you're the best bowman in the last eight-thousand years at least, but you dont like me very much so I tried to think of a plan to make you like me, except that didn't go very well and I nearly set your hair on fire, and Tauriel said I should just ask you, but it's easy for her to say things like that because everyone likes her and-"

"Cease youngling!"

Gelir's mind raced in the breath of silence that passed while Legolas looked down to his boots, an aura of defeat surounding him. Gelir tugged on the short braid behind his left ear, wishing -not for the first time- that he were better with people.

Animals were easy, they didn't stress him out so much as his fellow elves.

But now he was at a loss for what to do, and had to speak. Joy of joys.

As he was want, Gelir considered the situation from all angles, feeling a twinge of guilt that his brother had though he didn't like him. He thought over what Legolas had requested, and though he would never admit it, he felt a touch flattered that the youngest prince had chosen his weapon.

"Has mother suggested the bow for you Legolas?" He asked.

Said prince looked to him in shock. "No! I want to learn the bow, and you are the best." Sadly he looked to thw ground again. "Although, if you will not teach me, Ada says that one of the palace guards will. But they are not so skilled as you."

Gelir shook his head in wonderment, "I only asked, for our older brothers are more renowned for their battle prowess. Most would prefer their instruction come from those with more renowned weapons."

At this Legolas shot him a look that clearly conveyed how intelligent he found this remark. "That, is ridiculous. I think lady Gilith put it quite well when she was talking to her mellon: 'prince Gelir spends much time in the company of animals, indeed far more than with others of his own kind. But still he is quite brave -he must be to spend so much time alone in thise woods without protection- and is more skilled than the entirety of the guard! And quite attractive as well as elegant'."

Legolas said this all in a higher pitch than his usual tone, mocking the Elven lady. "Although," he resumed in his normal voice, "I don't think you're attractive. But they giggled for a while over your eyes. Tauriel says I'll understand someday, but I don't think I want to."

This tirade was rewarded with a laugh from Gelir, a beautiful sound, for he had inherited his mother's chime-like noise. "You chatter like a squirl, dear brother mine. Yes, I think I can clear I bit of time a day to instruct you. So long as you promise to stop being so quiet, waiting on me hand and foot. We get quite enough if that from the servants, no?"

Legolas may have heard the last sentance, but that is not likely. Already was he turning flips with shouts of excitement.

A smile subtle as a cats paw on stone was upon Gelir's face for the remainder of the day, much to the confusion -but pleasure- of his year mate, Darthol.

The next day dawned bright and crips, though not too soon for prince Legolas, who had arisen far before the sun had first peaked her golden glow through the treetops of Greenwood. (Although, it should be said that Ninniel, the prince's usual keeper, did not rise so early, as she had been given the day off to spend as she pleased.)

As soon as breakfast was served, Legolas was bouncing in anticipation, and though relived, Gelir did not think that any of the elves tasked with cleaning up after the meal would apriciate the table being fliped by an excited ellon, Prince or no.

"Legolas, why don't you invite lady Tauriel to come to your training today?"

Just like that, Legolas shit from his seat like the arrow he so wanted to fire, leaving his brothers chuckling in his wake.

When hours later (or so it seemed to the impatient elfling) they finally stood out on the shooting range, Legolas quivered with excitement, near combusting when Gelir handed him a small bow that fit perfectly in his hand.

"Tis the one I learned on, and still is in perfect condition." He said proudly. "And still more, it looks as if it were made for you! And you for it I should say, you're a bowself born little brother."

Legolas did not preen under the words, but only because Tauriel was watching, and ger earlier jab at him about acting like a peacock still stung. Instead he said, "Thank you for trusting me with it Gelir!"

Gelir shifted on his feet, "Right then, first thing I'll teach you is stance, but before that we must go over bow etiquette."

And so did he instruct the attentive blond, and by that did Tauriel benefit as well. Both learned how to store a bow, how properly to carry one, be it over long distantce or mearly a short journy. Also they were taught never to draw a bow without an arrow, Legolas' eyes widening when told that the beautiful weapon would shatter if mishandled.

When the oral instruction was completed, Gelir began showing Legolas the apropriate way to stand. "The stance is important to learn first, if you cannot line your body up for the shot, how can your arriw lone up with your target?"

At this legolas was confused. "But Gelir," he said from his position sideways to the target. "You don't always stand like this, ive watched you shoot for so many other angles, even upside down like a bat!"

Gelir inclines his head, accepting this. "Yes, Legolas, I do. But that is only bevause I spent many years shooting from the base stance, my body is trained to line up automatically for a shot, but only because of practice in a perfect stance."

Subdued, Legolas nodds. But then his eyes catch sight of Darthol comeing from the woods behind the targets. "Gelir, I think he needs you."

The elder makes a noise of recognition, "Yes I suppose so, Alherion is still ill, I fear he may have gotten worse."

"Oh dear!" Exclaimed Legolas. "Then you must talk to him, Alherion must not be in more pain than we can help." Gelir jerked his head in thanks, and telling both elves to stay, he ran to meet his friend halfway.

After a moment of silence Tauriel spoke. "Are you enjoying learning Legolas?"

He whiped his head in an agreeing motion. "Oh yes! And don't look at me so Tauriel, I enjoy learning when the subject is more interesting."

With a smile Tauriel consieds his point. "Your stance is already near mirrored to prince Gelir, though you musn't be upset when you aim is not perfect at first" she said sagely, "when I had my fist dagger lesson, I couldn't even get the grip right!"

This was altogether to patronizing for Legolas, who'd been evious of Tauriel's early weapon instruction for night on a year, and so a scowl covered his features. "Well that is because you are allthogether a silly Elleth, and my aim is true! I hit a attacking wolf with a stone!"

Insulted by the comment, Tauriel raised an eyebrow. "Didn't it turn out that the Wolf was a friend of his? Thats hardly an impressive feat. You couldn't hit the target is you tried."

"I could so!"

"Hmm, no. I dont think so"

"Well you think wrong then!"

Temper flared Tauriel lashed out, "then do it. I dare you, shoot the target! Then you'll see!"

Suddenly Legolas looked tentive, and not so confidant as he had previously been. "But Gelir said-"

"Hah! You scared."

This was too much for Legolas, and with a huff he takes up the proper position, snatches the arrow, and puts it to the string. It is at this point that he realized that Gelir had not got this far in his instruction, and Legolas was unsure of how properly to follow through.

But silly Tauriel was still watching, so he drew the string back (arrow on the entierly wrong side of the bow) and the arrow swung away from the front of bow. Suprised and startled by Tauriel's laugh, Legolas realised the string and the arrow flew far off target...

And into his brothers leg.

Gelir's knees buckled unded the shock of the pain, and he fell to the ground. Darthol jumped but was imeadiatly at at his yearmates side. Taking in the arrow, his eyes shot to the two young elves, both pale as sheets, though Tauriel looked worse with her crimson hair accenting the lack of blood in her face.

It did not take more than a second to understand what had happened, and Darthol launched into action. "Gelir, I'm going to pick you up, please try not to shout in my ear"

Lip between his teeth, the prince nods in understanding. A hissing sound so close to that of the snakes he was fond of escaped his mouth when he was lifted from the ground.

Darthol barks for Legolas and Tauriel to accompany him, and they both nearly tripped in their haste to comply.

The trip back to the palace was made in silence, Darthol's attention held soley by the task of holding his friend and not jarring the calf with the arrow stuck in it. The two young elves were to frightened to say anything.

The pandemonium that unsued when they reach the gates with a bloody price could be described as comical, but at when they made it to the halls of healing, everything became crisp and efficient.

Not long was the wait before Queen Maereth apeared, dress flowing behind her as she strode swiftly into the hall, walking past both Legolas and Tauriel without a word.

The ten minuets of waiting for his mother to reappear were the longest of Legolas' objectivly short life at that point, and he was in tears within the first five.

Tauriel took no notice, and would nit have teased him if she had. She was in shock, the only sound escaping her was a whispered "I've killed the prince."

Maereth closed the door behind her when she came out, leaving Darthol and the healers with Gelir. When her attention was drawn to the two children her facial expression softened.

Legolas had drawn his knees to his face as he sat huddled on the bench and his shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Maereth had raised enough sons to know that Legolas had been punished already for his follyand so she set to comforting him instead, as well as Tauriel, whom she'd taken under her wing as soon as the orphened child had been delivered to the kingdom.

She drew both into her arms, whispering words of comfort to poor Legolas who said noting but 'I'm so sorry' repeatedly.

When they were calmed, Maereth drew forth the story fighting a smile when Tauriel asked if the prince would live.

"Yes dear, Gelir's calf was only injured, and the arrow did not sink verry far. He will be entirely heald before the week is out." Tauriel wrapped her arms around the Queens neck, apologizing profusely.

Seeing how shaken the girl was, Maereth semr her to the kitchens to beg a cup of calming tea.

When Tauriel was gone, she turned her attention back to Legolas, "why still do you cry my son?"

Focousing his red rimmed eyes on his mother, he choked out; "Because now Gelir will hate me. He already did not like me and now I've shot him!" It took much time for her to console Legolas, and later when she reflected on this moment, she would shake her head a smile on her face.

As promised Gelir, a mear four days later, was creeping through the woods as silently and confidently as ever. And Legolas' instruction continued, the two youngest elves both having learned a lesson. For Legolas, he learned patience and the importance of following instruction, even when dared otherwise.

Tauriel, still had a fiery temper to match her locks, however she began seeking ways to better control it, and sought to be less crule in teasing Legolas.

Gelir, for his part, was reminded not to stand in the middle of a shooting range.

~

Many, many years later an orc falls dead, torch sputtering out in the water. Three arrows stick out of its corpse, two with green fletchs and one, sticking from its neck, with red.

From across the battle field, the red arrows owner calls, "Why did you not shoot his leg? Legolas?"

With an expression of long suffering, the still youngest elf prince sings an insult in his mother tounge to his brother, that causes Aragorn's eyebrows to shoot up.

#my fic #legolas #baby legolas #lotr #tauriel #idk how to tag this oops #asks #answers #oc

[savingthrcw]

“ Shoot before it escapes! ” // from legolas to tauriel, maybe they’re hunting spiders or orcs 👀 @voidtamer

Tauriel rapidly climbed the last rocks, arrow ready and steely gaze following the last of them, despite the anger that was rushing through her body. She took the shot. It was a curious thing, this grief that Thraundiel had briefly spoken of to her, different from the kind she had felt for her parents; there had been guilt at the edge of it, because she had made her own personal duty to save Kili and had failed, and instead of despair it had turned into quick to raise anger and tears that would not come out. That anger had just resurfaced, realizing that Legolas was there, because the only thing she cared for left was him, and he didn't seem to share any concern for his own wellbeing or position.

"You shouldn't be here," she nearly snapped at him, making her way back, "It's dangerous and your father's army is far from us. Your father is far from us, he will be furious." He had shown her compassion and they had parted more amicably than they could have, but she had no doubt that the king would not want his son anywhere near the elf who had left Mirkwood to never return. "Go home, Legolas. This forest is full of dangers."

#muse: tauriel #show: the hobbit #voidtamer #tauriel answers #answered

[dimdiamond]

For the random opinion/hc ask game, let's change things up: Tauriel!!

AAAA TAURIEL!!!

Honestly I love her and I don't want to rant so I'm just going to say she's a very underestimated character from the trilogy and the fact she made so many dudebros mad for even existing in the movie makes me respect her.

A headcanon I have for her is that she likes anything cute but won't admit it even if she's threatened with her life. What she doesn't realize is that what she considers cute it is weird for the others (I'm looking at Kili here).

Also she and Legolas would sail in the Lake with their boats and camp in them for days, stargazing and just getting some time away from their responsibilities.

#thanks for asking! #tauriel #the hobbit #answered

[amarthfaeg]

@fullintenticns asked: “ what?! what am i supposed to do?! please! tell me, what the hell am i supposed to do?! “ ⸻ Legolas to Tauriel

Face stern and unmoving in spite of his emotions erupting, Tauriel pressed her lips together, briefly blinking a tear away. She was not to blame but the guilt of not being able to give him what he needed was eating away at her, weighing heavy on her chest and threatening to crush her ribs.

"Do not blame me for something I have no control over. You do not choose your feelings, and I do not choose mine."

#amarthfaeg answers #( fullintenticns ) #tauriel rp

[telumendils]

We can all agree that Kili was one of those women dwarves, right? And it would have been a romance for the ages if you'd gotten to write the script.

(in reference to this post)

yes to everything in this ask tbh.

t4t lesbian romance kiliel, when???

#peachyindeed #bee.txt #answered. #tauriel #kili #kiliel #the hobbit

[arofili]

For the wip ask game, if it hasn't been asked yet: att sequel?

this is (shockingly) the sequel to All Things Turn that I've been planning basically since I finished that fic, lol, in which Tauriel and Legolas reunite when Leg (and Gimli!) sail to Valinor :) It's probably like 80% done by now but idk when I'll get myself together enough to do the finishing touches...

snippet:

...

Legolas came to her doorstep fidgeting. He did not come in when she offered, glancing nervously inside to where her fathers’ voices could be heard.

“They’re just old saps,” Tauriel told him with a smirk. “They always have been. Don’t let the Kinslayings get you down.”

“That’s not—they’re legends,” Legolas protested. “I mean, not the kind Adar would teach, but I’ve heard of them from Master Elrond and Lady Galadriel—”

“And me,” Tauriel reminded him. “Just because I didn’t give their names when I told you about my fathers doesn’t mean the figures from my stories were different people.”

“I’ll meet them later,” Legolas promised. “Ai! Valinor is full of legends. I have met so many already—Finrod Felagund, and Celebrimbor of Eregion, and even Elu Thingol—!”

Tauriel bit back an insult toward Thingol, and restrained herself from pointing out her relation to both Ingo and Tyelpë. “You are a legend, too,” she reminded him. “Far more so than I! Your Fellowship—”

“I did the least of us nine—”

“—your skill—”

“I met Beleg Strongbow and nearly fainted—!”

“—your friendship with a dwarf—”

“Well—” Legolas grinned sheepishly. “Perhaps that one is deserved. Not even Celebrimbor brought Narvi with him to Valinor.”

He didn’t get the chance, Tauriel thought grimly, but did not bring voice to such darkness. There was a time and place for such matters, and this was neither.

#tauriel #legolas #all things turn #writing updates #wip ask game #answers #mxmia

[unorthodox-oblivion]

6 22 34 otp asks

Thank you so much! I'll do mix this one up. The first two are for jate, since I've already answered 6 for something else and the last one is kiliel, since I've already answered it for jate

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

I think more likely than not, if a situation where these circumstances would arise, Jack would be the one sacrificing himself and leaving to protect Kate. And Kate would be the one begging him to stay (or, more than likely, NOT LISTENING and just going after him anyway). Which would definitely be something they'd fight about lol

22. What reminds each of their partner?

Jack is reminded of Kate whenever he sees the color green, the color of her eyes. Which, being in the jungle, is all the fucking time mwahahahahaha he can't get her out of his head. (I have cursed him with that, so be it). And Kate is reminded of Jack whenever she realizes she's climbing too high up a tree and realizes he would scold her for being so reckless, in spite of both of them knowing she's basically half monkey.

34. Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

Kíli would definitely be the one telling the dirty joke, with every intention of making Tauriel blush. And she would, because, as usual, it would startle her a little. But she would have some witty (dirty or not) comeback that would leave him proudly staring at her with a knowing smile.

Send me OTP asks :)

#nalu answers #otp ask game #jate #jack shephard #kate austen #kate x jack #jack x kate #kiliel #tauriel #kili #lost

[fallingthroughvisualcompanion]

Maybe I'm reading too much into that exchange between Kamal and Tauriel in chapter 50, the one where they talk about spaceflight, but pretty exciting things have been happening there! Did you get the chance to see Artemis 1 launch? What do you think Tauriel would have thought of it?

:O !!! I hadn't seen it, but I just watched this clip after reading your message: https://youtu.be/CdTnwmLMaDY?t=132

I think Tauriel would be losing her mind with excitement seeing what Kamal described come to life.

Tauriel : O__O “I want to go to there”

- - -

Bonus moon convo:

T: "BACK to the moon?! Humans have been there before???"

K: "My teacher said the first moon landing was 60 years ago or something. I think we've done it nine times since --"

T: "NINE TIMES?!??!!"

#it's either 9 or 6 times #google isn't giving me a good answer #asks #kamal #tauriel

[wandering-woodlands]

🎀 Arondir (@watchwarden) braiding Tauriel's hair

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✶ ― The tips of Tauriel’s fingers fumbled through the locks of her hair, fussing with the knots she was creating in every trundle that was braided.  With a heavy sigh, she let her frustration overcome her senses.  Tears began to burn her eyes before rolling down her cheeks.  Bringing her hands up to cover her face, she folded over herself, as a sob wracked her chest and stunted her breath.  For the first time since her banishment, Tauriel allowed herself to cry, unable to stop.

Taken by surprise, the gentle touch upon the back of her head was enough for the elf to bring her hands away from her face, and lifting her chin Tauriel gazed into the reflection of the looking glass.  Arondir’s fingers swept lightly through the delicate locks of hair that tumbled around her shoulders and framed her features in the rich, russet hues of the autumn leaf—a color rare to the Eldar.

Since before the first rising of the Sun, it was customary for the forest-dwelling Silvan elves to fashion their hair into elegant and intricate braids.  Every style had its purpose and meaning, from celebration to mourning, and the ritual of braiding that of another was rooted in tradition and often considered a personal and intimate affair.

Bowing her head every so slightly, Tauriel cast her emerald eyes downward.  For a moment she sat in silence, allowing the warden’s hands to gracefully weave the soft strands together until she found her voice, and tenderly, she spoke. 

“Annon allen, mellon nín,” the captain raised her head and looked back at the reflection of her companion with a sad, but grateful smile.

#⋆ ask: answered #-- ✧ || meme: action meme #-- ✧ || meme: arondir braiding tauriels hair #watchwarden

[nerdasaurus1200]

Since Mili is half elf and half dwarf, is she tall or short?

Erm…kinda in the middle? I don’t really have an exact height for Mili in mind. But in my head she’s taller than Kili but shorter than Tauriel

#lotr #lord of the rings #nerd answers #mili #kili #tauriel

[sotwk]

Hello Nana! I'm not sure if someone has asked this before but do Mirion, Turhir, and Arvellas have birth-mates too? (If I remember correctly, Tauriel is Legolas' birth-mate while Darthol is Gelir's birth-mate)

Can I just say, first of all, how delightedly impressed I am with you Anon, for naming ALL those OCs with correct spelling, and for remembering the little tidbit about Darthol being Gelir's birthmate! Like... what?? I am beyond flattered and thrilled that you seem to actually be learning/studying SotWK lore!

100%, A++ correct, the Silvan elf lord Darthol is Gelir's birthmate, just as Tauriel is Legolas's. For those less familiar, in Greenwood/Silvan culture (SotWK headcanon), "birthmate" refers to the relationship between two Elves born within the same year who therefore share a special bond of lifelong friendship. In most Elven communities such as Rivendell or Lothlorien, where births were very rare in the Third Age, most Elves have no birthmates at all.

But in the Woodland Realm, especially during its Golden Age early in King Thranduil and Queen Maereth's rule, its people thrived and their population grew so successfully that for many years, an Elven child usually had not just one, or even two, but upwards of three birthmates! In "Greenleaf's Day Out, Chapter 5", it was even mentioned that the number of births in one year reached a historic, freakish, unbroken record high of 24! To me, the Woodland Realm's gigantic population in comparison to the other Elven realms was their ultimate "flex": a sign that their people were far from "fading", or their time in Middle-earth "ending".

So yes, absolutely, Princes Mirion, Turhir, and Arvellas all have birthmates of their own--I just have not created those characters yet! I may do so eventually, but I believe Darthol and Tauriel will be the ones playing bigger roles and have more frequent mentions in the SotWK stories.

Thank you for this wonderful Ask! <3

#sotwk answers #sotwk headcanon #anon asks #thranduil #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #the hobbit #legolas #tauriel #sotwk ocs

[laneynoir]

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Kili and Tauriel: Baby Fic + Interrupted Declaration of Love 

This sounds impossible even for me, so I think I owe you an apology. XD Let it die in your Ask Box if it's too hard. Bahaha.

@sotwk Thank you so much 😊

Me the instant I noticed your ask:✨ I N S P I R A T I O N ✨

No really, thank you for being my first ever request Nanath 🤗

Word count: 1677

Kili Durinson, Prince of Erabor, beloved by his people, and Hero to half of Middle Earth, hates babys.

...well prehaps that was a bit dramatic. Kili, at this moment, harbors no significant love for this particular baby.

Sighing heavaly he glances down at the fuzzy red ball of fluff that is Bomburs child, the pebble really isn't a bad kid, usually, and he could hardly be blamed for teething, but really did he have to do it on the first night that Kili had free?

The prince had had plans After all. Perfect plans, he'd made sure of it. Nothing was going to go wrong.

Kili feels as if he can hear the Valar laughing at him.

He raises his eyes as the graceful form of his beloved ducks back into the room, oh that we could be somewhere else, without a baby. But Kili is an optimistic sort, he hasn't given up hope compleatly.

He's mostly just perturbed that the hour and a half of sitting with Bilbo has gone to waste. They had put so much thought into the plan, every detail ironed out, he'd even gone so far as to bribe Nori into using his spy network to get flowers.

But fate never wanted to give the poor prince a break.

A sneeze brings him back to the present and Kili makes a sympathetic face at the child, pointedly ignoring that his Royal Public Relations Tunic now has baby snot smeared accros the front. 

Kili is not above taking some pleasure from imagining Balin's face when he descovers this little fact.

Smiling softy as Tauriel begins humming an elven song, he chides himself for mentally complaining so heartily; after all, Bombour could not be blamed for his cousins untimely labor.

True to the costumes set forth at the fist births, all family members over the age of five, were to be near when a new relative was brought into the world, thus when Lady Elberdeth's water broke a half month early, no time could be spared to finding another caretaker for the one-year-old.

Bilbo would have done of course, as would any of the company, but sadly they all had prior engagements. Bussinous in Dale was what detained his family Thorin as king, Bilbo as consort, and Fili as crown prince, had all been called away to a meeting who's date had been agreed upon weeks prior.

Kili had been grumpy at them a mere five seconds when he'd caught Bilbo's dismayed expression and forgiven them all imeadiatly.

Bombour's tears of gratitude when Tauriel had offered to whatch ober the baby may have been a comtender twords that as well, and really no one could be upset at the large dwarf for long regardless of any circumstance.

The child's breathing slows to a steadier rythym as he desendes into sleep, though Kili notes that his mouth is still open, his nose compleatly blocked up.

When the Pebble is laid down in his parents' bed -head elevated- Kili alowed himself to collapse into a chair in the parlour. "I find myself exhausted." He is delighted when Tauriel rewards him with a sift version of her musical laugh.

"Indeed, I shall never say aught agaist the patience of dwarves, that master Bombour and his One have done this four time before" Kili winces in agreement, he find himself sure that he could never find the willpower for it.

And Kili has alot of willpower.

The evidence of which is sitting across from himself, looking like a painting as she reads a book. After all, his uncle is not oberly fond of elves, dealing with them was a chore, allowing one to live in his kingdom? Unthinkable.

Kili and been hard put to make the elven maids case, he blames it on Thorin's then wounds, and Bilbo's minesrations that the efforts had been successful at all.

Not to say it didn't take longer than he'd wished, in the end it had taken a total of nine arguments to convince his uncle, the last of which finally pushed his alowence.

"Uncle please!-"

"No! Kili! How many times must I reinforce this? I will not have an elf living within our halls, she has no reason.".

Kili resists the urge to rip his beard out. "Tauriel has been banished, was banished because of her efforts to assist us! Is that not reason enough? Were we not exiles of our own country so long, have you already forgotten?"

Thorin runs a hand through his hair, wincing at rhe pain the movment brings. "Kili..."

"No! It is no differant! She saved my life AND Fili's if you'll remember."

"I am not saying that we do not owe this elf a great deal," the king concedes, allowing a flash of hope to pass through Kili. "But that is not the same as allowing an outsider into our home."

Biting back his anoyance in what Killi feels is a great exhibition of maturity, he responds as calmly as he can manage, "Bilbo stays." Thorin's facial expression shifts rapidly at the mention of the Hobbit and Kili bites a smirk back. "His ears are rathrer pointed, are they not?"

"That is not-"

"Hmm, yes, they are. I supose you'll be packing him off as well? Cant have outsiders in our midst" Kili is being manipulative, he knows it, but he has grown tired of arguing with his uncle and is unashamed of using the poir burglar against his -obviously love struck- uncle.

Predictably, Thorin bristles instantly bristles. "Master Baggins has not been an outsider for quite some time-"

"And why not?" Kili's reprochfull frown is evident to his uncle, who in return sighs wearily.

"Has he not done more for our people than can ever be repaid? Treated us as his own, when we- I had done nothing to deserve such treatment?"

"Uncle you prove my point for me, you've yet to give Tauriel even the slightest chance, just as you once did Bilbo! You grew to regret that choice, would you repeat it here?"

Thorin raises an eyebrow. "I doubt that my feelings for this elf will ever mirror those I harbour for Bilbo?"

Kili's nose srunches at the mental image. "Mahal, no uncle. But what you feel for Bilbo I do for Tauriel." His words are quieter neer the end, this he had not told anyone so far, though he knew Fili suspected.

Thorin's eyes widen a fraction. "You mean to say-"

Kili grabs his hair in his own hands. "YES, uncle Thorin, I feel it, Tauriel is my one." When he raises his head Thorin sees the unshed tears in his eyes, "every hour I am away from her it pains me, worse the this accursed stab wound"

There were more words spoken after that, but Thorin was convinced, and spent the next few months urging Kili to confess to the elven maid.

Sterling himself, Kili reaches the desision, if Tauriel had any though of returning his feeling surely she would not refute to acknowledge them only because of the less than glamorous surounding-

"Kili are you well?"

The youngest Durin is yanked from his thoughts he the lovely voice of the Eleth. He blinks owlishly in response, confusion evident.

That beautiful laugh escapes from her lips again. "You've been staring at me for some time Kili, my guess would be around seven and a half minuets."

Kili grins sheepishly. "Apologies," Tauriel smiles her forgivness. "Only... I wish to tell you-" a cry picks up in the next room and both of them shoot to their feet, runing to the bext room.

After the child is clean, dry, and back asleep, Kili meanders to the kitchen, pleased to find a suitable snack to share with Tauriel.

This is of course, an innocent snack, not a tool of procrastination nor an excuse to be close to the elven maid. Not at all.

By the time the last of the pie has dissapreared, Kili has once again gathered his courage and speaks; "Tauriel I wish to-"

A thump is heard, Tauriel and Kili exchange glances before racing once again to the crying child's aid.

The child who seemingly had a death wish, as he had rolled off the bed and -being a rather plump child- had gotten stuck betwixt the bed and the wall.

Twenty minutes later he is back asleep and there is once again peace- but Kili has decided not to trust it and goes to open his mouth emidiatly, but is cut off before he can begin.

"Kili I wish to speak of a metter of great importance"

The tone in the elves voice sends a jolt of panic through the young dwarf and he swallows thickly before gesturing for Tauriel to continue, dreading what her words may be.

"I wish for you to know that I harbor romantic feeling for you, and should like very much if you would allow me to court you."

Kili stares a moment, then stares some more. Then he blinks three times in rapid succession.

Tauriel twists her hands nervously in her lap before withdrawing a small box from the flods of her tunic. Opening it allows Kili to see a beautifully crafted crafted pair of beads, each made of onyx with petrified wood inlaid.

Suddenly a near-hysterical laugh echoes throughout the room, and Kili is shocked to realise it has come from himself.

Slapping a hand over his mouth he reaches into his own pocket to withdraw a box similar to Tauriel's, opening it to reveal two beads of his own. Crafted from jade, they are made into the appearance of leaves.

To his relief Tauriel catches onto the irony of the situation, and begins to laugh as well. After a moment Kili calms himself enough to ask; "May I braid your hair Armariline?"

With a smile that makes Kili's heart sore, Tauriel nods. "If you will allow me the same honour?"

Kili agrees instantly, and moves to his love- right at a cry rings throughout the space once again.

ONCE AGAIN- thank you so much Nanath! I would have no courage to post this but I'm doing it anyway! (Seriously though, I saw this ask at 2:43 am, its now 3:21. No quality here)

#oh heeby jeeby #i hooe this isnt to terable #please be forginving #my fic #writing #asks #answers #tauriel x kili #kili x tauriel #bilbo baggins x thorin oakenshield #(background) #og geez #*shrivles up and dies* #the hobbit #is ashamed of me #bagginshield #kili #kili durin #tauriel

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↪ memes — accepting!

@rangers-arecool said: "Captain Tauriel, seen any Dwarves lately? I've seemed to misplaced mine." // Tauriel - from Hal

        "It so happens that a company of Dwarves recently escaped King Thranduil's dungeons." Tauriel was on her way to track them when she came across the Ranger. "...I am on their trail now."

#re; tauriel. ( when did we let evil become stronger than us? ) #ic; tauriel. #answers; tauriel. #rangersarecool #int; tauriel & hal. #v; tauriel main. ( it is our fight )

[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

(For Elrohir from Tauriel!) ‘ even the smallest person can change the course of the future. ’

"Indeed they can. Be that the future of the world, a Quest.. or that of a loved one." there was a knowing look in silver eyes as Elrohir straightened up from assisting some of the Dwarf architects with blueprints.

"Greetings Lady Tauriel. Can I help with anything or did Oin kick you out of the medical wing for a break?" he asked quietly, aware that it was more likely the latter. not that anyone could blame the former elf Captain; for Kili and Fili had only survived through his unexpected yet timely arrival.

@swordoaths

#swordoaths :: tauriel #~/ twins are one soul in two bodies \~ :: elrohir #ask: answered #the hobbit | au #*|* to find my own little niche in life *|* :: the rangers' way #*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit #*|* far over the misty mountains grim *|* :: erebor