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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 25 days
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Part 5
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Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Elf/Noldor |Third Person POV)
Themes: Soft
Warnings: Secondary character has mild panic attack | Brief mentions of bruising
Wordcount: 1.6K words
Summary: Y/n and Nitiel talk while preparing dinner for themselves and the other servants.
Minors DNI
A/n: This is more of a filler chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it.
A/n 2: the previous chapters can be found here Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Y/n POV
The crown prince did not seek her out, but he kept to his promise the few times they did come upon each other. Thranduil was more courteous and respectful, even going so far as to instruct Feren to discreetly see to her welfare.
Feren called on her whenever time permitted, always asking brief questions about how she found life in the palace and how she was being treated by the others. Y/n answered as honestly as she could, and then the crown prince’s steward would take his leave of her before others saw and tongues wagged. One day, he even asked to see the bruise along her wrist. His lips curled in distaste upon seeing it, but he said not a word. Y/n considered it strange but kept her own counsel.  
He called on her again tonight, and he departed only after pressing a glass phial containing a thick, pale ointment into her hands. Nitiel had seen them, and the phial that had been placed on the little table that was used for the cutting of vegetables and herbs and fruits. She swore to guard her tongue.
“Arnica.” She removed the cork and breathed in the scent after Feren took his leave of them. “Comfrey.” She smelled it a second time, and a third. “Yarrow. For bruises.” The cook put the cork back in the phial and regarded y/n with barely disguised curiosity. “You are full elf. Your parents were born in the Blessed Realm, no less. Why would you need such a thing?”
I suppose my secret would not remain a secret for long, y/n told herself. She lifted the sleeve covering her left arm and revealed the still-healing bruise along her wrist. It was now a strange shade of yellow, but y/n considered it an improvement on the black and blue and purple from before.
“This is why,” she replied, sitting down on a chair. 
Nitiel took her hand into hers and hissed softly. “How did you get this?”
“I… I would rather not say.” Y/n thought it would not be wise to reveal what took place between her and the crown prince that day in the gardens. Nitiel had proven herself to be a kindly woman, but y/n believed the revelation could still go badly against her if she said anything. Thranduil was well loved by his father’s people.
“You would rather not say,” Nitiel repeated. She studied y/n keenly, determined to learn more. Then she sighed and let go of her hand, as if she had changed her mind. “Well, this ointment is not going to apply itself. Give that clean cloth to me; we need to get this done before anyone else sees it.”
It did not take them long to apply the ointment and cover it with a thin strip of dressing. They talked while Nitiel went about her task, and they talked while y/n helped her make supper for the servants. The others were away, clearing the dishes in the great feasting hall above them, leaving them alone. The cook had so many questions about life before the War of Wrath, about life in Nargothrond and Himring, and about the sons of Fëanor themselves.
“They say your father had hopes of you marrying one of Lord Fëanor’s unwed sons.” Nitiel dusted flour onto a thin slab of wood and rolled out the dough she had prepared for a wild-berry pie. In the hearth nearby, a stew bubbled away in its copper pot. The pie would be brought to the table much later, but the stew would be served as soon as it was done, along with thin, flat disks of bread and muled wine. Even in the kitchens, everyone ate and drank well. “They say you even met some of them. Pray what were they like?”
Y/n reached for a sharp knife and began to peel new potatoes for the stew. “Lord Maedhros was everything the songs made him out to be,” she began. Peelings fell without a pause onto a kitchen cloth she had laid out on the table. “But he looked so worn, as if the burdens of the oath were beginning to weigh heavily on his shoulders. Lord Maglor looked no different, but his eyes were softer, and kinder. Of the twins, we saw little. They were always abroad, hunting, and had little time for politics or council meetings.”
“Lord Caranthir?” Nitiel asked, crossing to the other side of the kitchen. She reached into a cupboard that had been mounted onto the wall for a pie pan. 
Y/n stopped peeling. “He kept to himself mostly, and he always looked so angry with the world. Lord Curufin, on the other hand, did not keep to himself.” She returned to her task—wild carrots this time. Thin orange flakes fell over thin brown ones, and she found the sound of it all rather soothing. “And his tongue was as deadly as a scorpion’s tail. Many took care to avoid its sting.”
Nitiel shivered. “And Lord Celegorm?”
Y/n stopped again. Out of all the brothers, Celegorm stood out the most in her eyes. Almost as tall as Maedhros and just as fair, he was a maiden’s dream-made flesh. More than one lord’s as well, if the rumors of his many appetites were true.
“Captivating,” she said. “Others would gather around him at many a feast like moths drawn to a flame. He knew how to drink. How to eat. How to laugh. No matter the hardship, Lord Celegorm always knew how to laugh. He was an elf who was as wild and free as the Vala he once served. And he was dangerous. Yes.” She carried the vegetables to a clean bowl of water to wash. “He was dangerous. More dangerous than all of his brothers put together.”
“You make it sound like he was comfortable being drenched in blood and gore.”
“That is the thing. He was.”
“And it is best if the two of you are not heard discussing them.” Angon stood by the open door, his arms crossed, his countenance full of worry. The women were startled. They did not know he was there. Y/n bowed her head out of respect. “Not even here. Not even amongst yourselves,” he continued. “These walls have ears. Do you understand?”
The king, thought y/n, he must have spies everywhere.
And y/n believed the need for hidden eyes and ears may have been due to her. Still, she decided not to dwell on it, for it would only distress her if she did. She smiled and lifted the lid of a glazed jar instead, saying, “Came for more tarts, my lord?”
Angon threw his head back and laughed. “You know me so well.” He joined them and made himself as comfortable as possible in the chair Nitiel pulled out for him. Angon was every inch a warrior, all tall and proud and fierce, and the chair only helped emphasize his great height and size. Today he was garbed in the deep forest green robes he often favored. Nitiel once said the color brought out the green in his eyes. “Yes. I am not ashamed to admit that I have indeed come in search of more sweets. Though I must confess, my fair lady’s kisses are far sweeter.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, my love,” Nitiel countered, blushing. “But I suppose it would serve just this once. Now stay here and make yourself content with what I place in front of you.”
They talked again, this time of Angon and Nitiel’s plans for the future and of Nitiel’s new role, now that she was the wife of a high-born elven lord. There was no queen for her to serve as a lady-in-waiting; Thranduil’s mother, along with many others, departed for the Blessed Realm after the Elder King’s herald, Lord Eönwë, invited them to do so. There was no princess, either. Thranduil had no sisters, or brothers, for that matter. Oropher, Angon said, had decided that Nitiel would aid his own steward until Thranduil took a wife. Then she would serve her as a lady-in-waiting. 
“Father and mother have also come around,” he announced, his eyes filled with a great sense of relief. Marriage without the blessings of either side of the family was always received ungraciously, and this was a good sign. “They agreed to welcome you properly into the family. Three nights from tomorrow, my love. Many of our kin are gathering for a small feast. The king agreed to attend as well, along with the crown prince.”
The pie pan and all that it held shook in Nitiel’s hands. She barely held on to it, saving it from falling and spilling its contents all over the polished stone floor. 
“Oh,” she began, flustered. “Oh dear. Your parents… your kin… all those nobles, the king… his son… Y/n, you must help me. Please. My clothes, my hair… so much… so much…”
Angon was the first to reach her, leaving his seat without so much as a sound. “Sit here, my love,” he said, guiding her to the nearest chair and taking the pan out of her hands. “And breathe.”
“Should I fetch her some wine?” Y/n asked, equally as concerned as he was. Nitiel was pale and was clutching desperately onto his hand while she tried to compose herself.
“Wine is the last thing she needs right now,” Angon returned. He left the pan on the side and began to rub Nitiel’s shoulders. “Fetch her some water, my lady. Or that chamomile tea, if there is any of it left. Nitiel needs a little time to rest. That is all.”
“I will help you,” y/n promised. She prepared a fresh pot of chamomile tea while Angon fussed over his wife. “With your hair, your clothes, everything. Now drink this,” she urged after she came back to them, and pressed a warm cup into Nitiel’s hand. “You will feel much better after.”
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tags: @deadlymistletoe@lemonivall@coopsgirl@tigereyesf@thranduilseyebrows​ @cupids-got-me​ @jane0error@asianbutnotjapanese
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imagine-all-the-elves · 7 months
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Imagine Feren finding you lost in Mirkwood.
Author: @thatkgrl
Artist: Pavasara-Dvesma
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Imagine having a relaxing day inside with your husband Thranduil
“Come back to bed, my love.”
“My darling, I have busy day today.”
“No you do not. Feren and Legolas are taking care of your responsibilities and I have given the guards permission to restrain you if you even attempt to work or do anything that isn’t relaxing.”
“I love you so dearly, my queen.”
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kingdoms-and-empires · 4 months
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It would seem like the Argent blessed noble blood should have proliferated more or were there a lot of only single child royal families. Like Remiel and Uriel were only children so I wonder why Uriel and Adelina had so many. Also will our siblings marry out or marry in partners?
Great questions!!
REALISTICALLY
There should be more. Siblings of the ruler shouldve married or at least had kiddos right?
Well, there are!
But those families no longer possess the ability to actually activate the blessed armor because the ability only lasts 3 generations.
Same with the whole white hair and eyes thing!
The main branch, that is the main ruling family, have to keep a constant connection to the blessed armor so they dont lose their white hair and eyes, or else itll be lost. ONLY family members with white hair or eyes can claim the Silver Throne!
But I dont talk much about this ingame because alot of it could overwhelm a reader, especially how the game is currently presented with all the walls of text it currently is. SO this will be a future wiki article and discussion that Master Feren will teach to us in the future!!!
Now for the actual answer
In terms of writing, i already have an incredibly high amount of characters. And writers usually want a clean and organized world because its easier to write about. But imagine a writer trying to work with a family tree and system like that of the Capet or Habsburg dynasty lines? Then add in all the craziness of the branch families?? ITS INSANE
Hence my lil bit of laziness in this regard lololol
Hope this answered your questions!!!
Gonna tag this ideabucket so i remember to do the article at some point lmao
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edensrose · 2 years
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“If I see you with them again, I’ll kill them” with Yan! Thranduil?
-this is the earlier yandere anon, is it okay if I be asked to be called Yanon <I thought it’d be funny
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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. it was an innocent dance with an old friend of yours, the last thing you expected was the madness of your husband ( yandere themes ៸៸ possessive & obsessive behaviour ៸៸ hints at violence ៸៸ toxic relationship ៸៸ dark themes in general, viewer discretion advised )
· ⊰ note. of course, welcome yanon <3 this was really enjoyable to write since it's more on the eery side haha. hope y'all enjoy, Sindarin translations are in the comments
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He was impossibly kind, astonishing in both smile and personality. A wise soul whom you had the privilege of befriending during your time in Mirkwood. Gentle hues glimmered ten times that of the starry heavens. Selfless, benignant. . . 
But he was not Thranduil. 
Perhaps a part of you was thankfully for that. The part of you which longed for normality, sanity, within this life you have come to lead. And it was that very part that would be forced down, ridiculed and guilt-tripped until it doubted its desire for what others could consider a given. 
“Is something troubling you, Rîs nin?’’ “Hmm?” 
The tender whisper pulls you from the void of countless thoughts as you find those shimmering irises once more and present a smile. “Have I not told you to simply refer to me by name?” “Are you not my queen?” Swaying within a turn according to the music, you catch his swift glance towards the king, your husband: Thranduill Oropherion.
He had occupied himself that evening when Feren strode over to express his concern for the more-than-gradual increase of shelob wandering further into your lands, to which you excused yourself and stood on the sidelines. . . that was until an old friend offered a dance and seeing as though Thranduil appeared preoccupied with the newfound issue, you accept. 
It was simply a dance, after all. A mere courtesy of the festivities. Besides, your beloved was busy, he most likely would not even notice. 
“I was your friend long before I gained that title,’’ soft and gentle were your words and although you knew it was said in a jesting manner, you couldn’t help the drop of tone, your voice fading into nothing but a faint whisper. For it was that very title that bound you, body, heart and soul to the one they call the elvenking. That title, having only been obtained through marriage, clearly signified that you belonged to him 一
‘Only mine.’
You almost sprung from your skin, only to realise that the voice was a linger of the imagination. Nothing but a memory, a nightmare. 
“If it upset you I shall refrain, Y/N.’’ 
Upon glancing up you take notice of the newfound concern slipping into his gaze as Eliedir spins you once more. “However, it would cost an explanation. You are not yourself, won’t you allow an old friend to be of aid?” It left your brows dipping, expression twitching and threatening to expose all your deepest emotions. But you bite your tongue, tasting the dullness of ichor and swallowing its metallic essence along with any confessions of the truth you nearly spilt.
“It is nothing, mellon nin.’’ 
He draws you out to arms’ length only to gingerly tug you back at a particular beat of the song. “I’d appreciate it if you spared me your lies, mellon nin.’’ Returning the affectionate name with evident earnestness. “Is it so severe that you cannot confide in even me?” You gulp, avoiding his glimmering eyes which sought to stare into your very soul until he eased an answer from you. 
“Well?” The elf sighs, angling his head in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your irises. “I’m simply worried for y -”
“Meleth nin.’’ 
For a moment you chalked it up to another illusion, a trick of the mind 一 but when Eliedir halted in step and released you of his prior hold, you knew all too well that the daydream was over along with the glimmers of heaven,
as hell’s flames now emitted behind you. 
“Your majesty,’’ the elf bows at once, eyeing your hesitant turn to your husband who stands tall, menacing as ever. A shadow to consume all those below him with an expression austere and shiver-inducing. 
“Leave us.’’ 
Tone as frigid as his demeanour, Thranduil arbitrarily dismisses the second presence, yet never once relieving you of his stare. It brings tension to your muscles as a chill seeps into your joints and leaves you numb. Albeit reluctant, Eliedir nods and defects as ordered, leaving you with the one you called king and husband. 
“Must you be so curt?” “What?’’ He arches a brow and snakes his hand into yours, bringing it to his lips and ghosting a kiss over knuckles. “I wished to dance with my queen, am I so wrong for such a desire?” The emphasis on your title left you nipping at your inner cheek 一 could you even refer to it as that? If anything, it was a reminder rather than a title when on his lips. 
Yet you suck in a breath and put on the smile you rehearsed time after time. “Now, who am I to deny my king? It would be an honour.’’ You grew to learn the sweet nothings that appeased him, drenching your tone and words in delicate nectar; for telling the king what he wished to hear was far more favourable than facing the aftermath of an accidental slip of tongue. 
He smiles. Relief washes over you. It appeared that you dodged the bullet and deterred a storm. 
Wasting not a second of his time you find purchase in his shoulder whilst your free hand intertwined with his fingers 一 alternatively, he places a hold on your waist. Thus, the dance begins.
For a moment you wish to blind yourself with the fantasies of yore. The delusion of a daydream, as it is easier than facing the reality head-first. And whilst at the back of your mind you knew better than anyone that this was anything but a dream, it hurt not to fool yourself with the illusions of normality, to peer with the eyes of outsiders and see what they saw: a king and his queen, madly in love. A blooming, innocent and sweet romance. 
“You are gorgeous tonight, mîr nin, a rival to starlight itself.’’ Oh, deceive me with such honeyed utters, delude me with the sweetness of your words; you begged. For it sweetened the ache and left you on a high that numbed the truth. The actuality. The madness. 
“As do you, Aran nin.’’ You lock gazes with him, staring into those sapphires which, although he would say it was yours, mirrored that of starlight. Gorgeous, that’s what he was. And sometimes it baffled you, how someone so stunning could hold a heart so tattered and tainted. But you would not dwell on such truths, instead, you opted for suckling on those candied lies. 
And for that moment you wished it was true. You wished for the wool to be pulled over your eyes and for the illusion to be reality. 
Alas. 
you knew not of normality. 
From the corner of your vision you catch the glimpse of a disturbance accompanied by a bustling chaos. Although unwise it may be, you turn your head in favour of your curiosity and at that moment regret it entirely. The whites of your eyes extend as your lids gape at the sight of Eliedir, now seized by the arms and discreetly wrenched away by armour-cladded guards. 
And as quickly as the fantasy settled it shattered, revealing the ugly, horrid truth. 
“Eliedir!” You forget the volume of your voice and move to jerk from your husband’s hold, only to fall still like a statue when a sting encircles your wrists and reflects upon your waist. 
“Sssh, melethel.’’ The croon is so tender, so gentle, that you almost mistook it for an entirely different being to the one which entrapped you against his form, with an arm now looped around your middle and the feel of nails now tormenting your side instead. 
Caged, like a petite woodland creature. His pathetic little petal. 
“Thranduil!” Albeit lowering your tone, the whisper held panic and perfectly displayed the anxiety welled within your chest. “Thranduil, what are they doing with Eliedir? He has done no wrong. Please, let me speak with them.’’ You should have known better, known him better. For when the rumble of his chuckle vibrated against you, it took longer than it should’ve to realise the truth. 
And when it finally settled? You trembled. Hoping and praying to Eru himself that you thought wrong, perhaps your ears deceived you of that dark and twisted, familiar snicker. 
You had no such luck.
“My love, did you think I would simply allow any man to touch what is mine?” 
Your heart froze and in that same second, thumped against your ribcage directly after. As if it sought to escape and run, hide and crawl into a hole where you would be safe from this darkness. And the longer realisation was left to soak into your mind, the further you understood to what extent Thranduil’s madness truly ran. 
“No,’’ a breathy plea accompanied by the faintest of head-shakes as your chin is brought to his shoulder. “No, no.’’ You repeat, voice hoarse from the newfound burn in your lungs. “Thranduil, I’m sorry. It was me, please -” A whimper interrupts your slew of begs and apologies at the feel of his nails now breaking skin. And despite the hand that leaves your wrist to instead cup the back of your head, everything appears normal. Just a king and his queen dancing along to the melodies of harps and flutes. 
“You worry for him to such degree. . . One would think he’s of utmost importance. Is he?” Fingers find your hair in gentle strokes, contrasting his jarring tone. “Is he more important than a dance with your husband?” 
You can answer not. Either way, it was a shot to the foot. An answer that appeased him would put you under the potential accusation of deceit and the obvious truth would cost you a peaceful night; no, a week. 
So instead you opt for silence, unsure of how to answer him whilst your mind raced for some sort of way to save your friend from the fate you feared. 
“Worry not.’’ What was that? You fall still, a sense of serenity easing over you at his next words. “His life is safe. . .’’ 一 and just like that, it drained. “For now.’’ 
Breath and voice lodged in the base of your throat, you merely allow the king to sway with you as though he hadn’t ordered for the detainment of an innocent elf nor hung his life above your head. 
“But if I see you with him again. . .’’ The chilling sensation finds your temple as Thranduil turns his head to press a kiss, sickeningly sweet, to your skin as you bite back a sob. 
“I will kill him.’’
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nb-n0v4 · 11 months
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making this post again since tumblr ate my first one :( finals were kicking my ass for the past few weeks but we’re done now! speaking of finals, have some art (the last one references the painting “strength” from the tarot of imagination by Ferenic Pinter.
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jolieterestrial · 1 year
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Do you believe in Magic?
Thranduil x Elf! Reader x teen!Legolas; Part 2 of “imaginary girlfriends”; inspired by 08 x 12 of Modern family.
Summary: it’s valentine’s day and Thranduil thinks you’re too busy with work to acknowledge the holiday you’re both too fond of…
A/N : ommfg! I’ve been writting this “since before the breaking of the first silence”…I imagine Feren as thranduil’s minstrel and stole Lindir from Elrond to be yours. I’m sorry but thran and his cheer shorts needed a sequel. Enjoy!
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You and Thranduil were pretty much the only Elves in Arda that celebrated holidays other elves would deem Unconventional. Thranduil read a lot of scriptures that held the tales of human kin celebrating all sorts of festivals, he was convinced he had to incorporate them in your lives for sake of making memories! So he patiently waited each year to celebrate Every last festival Elvish or Human Sometimes even dwarvish considering the context of the holiday. Today was one of those festivities, not as grand as the feast of starlight & not as interesting as halloween…it was the day of love. As cheesy as it sounded over the years this celebration had grown into more of a competition into who’d get who a better gift….or make the day most memorable. Although initiative to celebrate the holidays were proposed by the king you seemed to win at the gift giving part always making a grand sentimental gesture towards your veru.
“Uh, honey? Um... Whoa.” “Happy... Valentine's Day, my love!” “Oh-aw, thank you. I love this. What is it?” “It's the actual porch swing where we had our first kiss.” “No. Way.” “Check it out. The carvings are still on the back from 250 years ago.” “Oh, my gosh. "Thranduil hearts y/n." Oh, honey, this is gonna look so great out on our porch. I can't believe you did this. Wow.” “It was nothing. I made a few calls, drove half a day...” you were trying to buy time before your gift arrived, so you encouraged his rambling “Uh-huh.” “... had Campari and haggled with a handsy gay landlord, took the swing apart, loaded it in a van, ran out of gas in the desert, got harassed by a shady state trooper, and drove back with a blinding migraine. But easy-peasy.” “I love it.” You nervously laughed. Still trying to buy time before you heard it “Knock, knock. Happy Valentine's Day... or, as I call it, "the best night to go to the grocery store."” Finally. You tried hiding your relief at the sight of your helpful hand Lindir. He was truly a godsend at times! “AAAnd here is your Valentine's gift. I wrapped it myself in the office, and then, like a dingdong, I left it there, so...” “Whoa, sparkly.” “Just like you. That's why I picked the wrapping.” “She sure did.” “Yeah. Go ahead.” You had no idea what was in the box, this year’s valentines gift totally slipped your mind due to other duties you had to attend to so you let Lindir handle it. “Y/n, I think I know what this is. I can't believe you did this.” “I know, right?” Thranduil didn’t seem to notice but, you were more eager to find out what the gift was than him… suddenly his excited, anticipating features Morphed into a confused state. Although he tried hard masking it, you felt his expectations drop. So did Lindir when you sent a death glare across the hall, his way. “You got me an old watch!” [yeah the elf princess checks the time] Thranduil squealed. Trying to sound as convincing as possible. “Pretty cool, right?” “So cool.” He thought he had a crazy-good poker face, but It was obvious he didn’t love the watch. He’d been dropping these big hints about a pair of genuine Houdini [in whatever multiverse Thran knows who Houdini is…]handcuffs on sale at a local wizard shop. That’s what the king was eagerly expecting, but you were too busy with work to even notice.
Part 3… anyone?
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aeonianarchives · 2 years
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Friends with Fire: Platonic!Reader x Smaug
Platonic!Thranduil Daughter x Smaug, Implied Feren X Reader
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A/n: I got this Idea from someone else but i do not remember who.
TW: Angry-ish Thranduil, Nice Thranduil.
Imagine: Thranduil's Daughter (reader) is friends with Smaug, and Thranduil doesn't know and one day he shows up and Thranduil learns you are friends with him.
you sighed as you fell backwards onto your brother Legolas' back, he glanced back at you.
"I would of thought you would be annoying your little group of friends instead of me dear sister" Legolas said
"I would but Feren is out on Patrol, Melduir is with him and Elros is being up tight and cranky today, besides i miss my BEST friend of all I have not seen him since the last time I passed Laketown, I should ask ada if I could visit him, nah he will say No and elven princess can't be seen with lowly mortals, how stupid my friends are far from noble" You replied to your brother
"I mean Feren has a high stature being hest of the Kingsguard" Legolas said
"Yeah I know" you said to your brother as you pulled yourself off his back so he could stand up
"you better not die of boredom while I am gone on Patrol, maybe imitating ada more would entertain you" Legolas said you gasped and ran out
"LEGOLAS YOU ARE A GENIUS" you shouted after yourself
"i am" Legolas questioned pointing at himself he shrugged and walked out.
You peaked your head around the door to the throne room your father was not there and his robe and crown where cast over his throne you took a step to it slowly watching to see if he would appear when he did not you wrapped his cloak around you and set the crown on your head
"I am Aran Thranduil, and I hate Dwarves and Dragons, you can stay in the dungeons for all i care 100 years is a mere blink in a life of an elf, i am patient" You said doing a rather accurate impression of your father there was a cough from the door you shot up from the throne and looked to your father
"The throne suits you my little flame" Thranduil said ascending up the stairs to it
"what is your first decree as king" Thranduil asked raising an eyebrow, you laughed and remembered when you were a child every time you stole his crown he let you order one thing and he had to do it no matter what it was, Thranduil took his cloak from you and draped it back over his shoulders you pushed your father down and set the crown back on his head.
"I'm not king I can make no decree" You said walking down
"Y/N" Your father called you turned to him
"Faeron is asking for a skilled archer to join his Rangers, you are as skilled as hîr Duilin of Gondolin, I said you would agree, he is waiting for you" Thranduil said you furrowed your brows
"Look my little flame i can't keep you here forever you have your own dreams, you may be a Ranger if you wish" Thranduil said you nodded a horn was sounded and not anyones horn it was Feren's both you and Thranduil rushed out to see a Dragon standing tall in the court yard just Infront of the bridge to the Elven King's Halls
"Y/N GET INSIDE NOW" Thranduil said stopping you with his hand
"But ada" you replied
"If you wish to be a ranger than you have to be willing to follow my orders, get inside now Y/N, This Dragon is a threat to you" Thranduil said
"No he is not he is no threat he has not attacked anyone besides some dwarves but you don't care about dwarves" You replied
"why are you protecting a dragon" Thranduil said
"DO NOT HURT HIM" You yelled to Legolas who held the fire of the elves
"WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING THE DRAGON" Thranduil yelled
"Smaug is my friend Ada he will not harm you" You replied
"How in the name of Eru did a dragon become your friend" Elros asked
"my question as well" Thranduil said as you walked over the bridge to the dragon who huffed hot air at you and rested his snout lightly on your hand while the other stroked his snout.
"I was Passing threw Laketown on a errand, some drunk men where out they lost there senses and they saw an Elf, so they just thought of getting me in there bed, Smaug was out hunting for food he landed behind me and the two ran off he almost killed me so i did what anyone would do and asked if he was going to kill me, caught him of guard he said yes he was and i said go on do it i dare you, i guess he thought i was amusing well i saved my life and the two who tried to get me in there bed got incinerated, anyway why are you here" You asked to the dragon
"Dwarves are trying to reclaim Erebor, a man from dale almost killed me, I knew you didn't want me to come here but i couldn't go anywhere else" Smaug said
"You mean Thorin and that lot yeah there annoying they passed threw here not to long ago" You said to Smaug
"Yes and now they have taken my mountain, my gold" Smaug said
"There is something we want in the mountain, and you want it again do you not, i suggest a temporary alliance, we get the gems of starlight and you get the wealth of Erebor" You said with a smirk
"Deal, you can have anything you want my dear mellon-nin all the gold you should ever dream of" Smaug said extending to his full height Thranduil huffed at the idea of working with a dragon against dwarves but didn't voice his opinion, Feren however was glaring at the dragon.
"Feren" You called seeing your Husband glaring down Smaug he turned to you
"don't glare at smaug he's a gentleman when you get to know him, when he isn't protective over his gold" You said
"Let me get this straight not only are you friends with a Wizard which i hate you are also friends with a dragon A DRAGON, the race i hate more than orcs" Thranduil groaned
"Aw come on he's like a pussy cat compared to other dragons of middle earth greatest calamity of our age if he was in the first or second age he would of been nothing" You said
"why do you hurt my feelings so, dragons have feelings as well you know but you seem to forget" Smaug said you shook your head with a smile it was going to be a long day.
Elvish Translations:
Hest - Commander / Captain
Ada - Father
Mellon-nin - my friend
hîr - Lord
Aran - King
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Os Ecos da Esperança - Capítulo 1 - De Volta ao Lar (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1423841762-os-ecos-da-esperan%C3%A7a-cap%C3%ADtulo-1-de-volta-ao-lar?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=RussNaty Sinopse: Após a Batalha dos Cinco Exércitos em Erebor e a morte de Thorin, a vida continua em Erebor e Dale e com ajuda do Reino do Rei Élfico Thranduil, prosperam. Até mesmo uma certa elfa ruiva, mesmo com dificuldade, mas ganhando forças de onde ela nunca imaginou, segue em frente. Na sombra da Guerra do Anel, Thanduil, Rei da Floresta das Trevas, enfrenta seu maior desafio. Enquanto a escuridão ameaça engolir a Terra-média, ele não só deve comandar seu exército para a batalha, mas também proteger seu coração contra a perda e a traição. Tauriel, sua capitã, luta com a dualidade do amor e do dever. Entre as cinzas da guerra, poderá o amor encontrar a luz? Angst/ romance/ queima lenta/ Pós BOTFA Thrandiel Haverá Legolas, Feren, Galion, Elrond, Gandalf, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bard entre outros.
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Heart of Stone | Chapter 14
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 Read on AO3
pairing: Thranduil x Tamuril (oc) storyline: Tamuril was in love with Haldir but the battle at Helms Deep took  away all hope she had for the future. She struggles with her grief and tensions eventually run high when she shares a moment with Lord Elrond she feels she cannot  come back from and flees Rivendell, hiding herself away in the Elvenking Thranduil’s Halls. chapter summary: Tamuril spends the last rest stop of their journey to Mirkwood in Thranduil’s tent.
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"Your Majesty, I... it is not necessary... I would not wish to impose-” Tamuril stammered out as she spun around to face him.
“If it were an imposition.” Thranduil cut her off smoothly, raising a hand slightly as he blinked dispassionately back at her. “Then I would not have bothered to open my mouth.” He said simply, gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned his attention to the space behind her, where Feren still stood. “Assist the lady, please.”
Then he was gone and Tamuril turned back to Feren, doing her best to keep how stunned she was off her face, doubting that she managed it. She could already imagine just how awkward it would be, dancing around the way she had spoken to Thranduil the night before. She had forgotten her place, she already knew this. This was not like when he would visit Rivendell and bestow some off handed remark upon her that she might find herself returning. He was to be her King now, after all, since she had practically forced herself upon his realm... and she needed to begin acting like it.
“I’ll help!” Nessa chimed in, smiling brightly between Feren and Tamuril. Feren offered Tamuril a mildly confused smile and gestured for her to follow as he made after Nessa. With a sigh, Tamuril forced one foot in front of the other and trailed behind them. She really didn’t think that this was a job for three but she didn't linger on it.
Thranduil’s tent was huge. Tamuril thought that it was larger than necessary but she didn’t say it out loud. She reminded herself that she needed to do better about holding her tongue. She was irritable of late, yes, but that was hardly the fault of any of those around her.
“I believe that is you all set, my lady.” Feren said, after helping set her bedroll out in the empty corner, smiling at her as if this were a most normal occurrence. Tamuril felt otherwise but she managed a little smile back at him, watching him take his leave. She kind of wanted to flee again, feeling like a lecture could be on its way to her this night.
Nessa gave her a sympathetic look, reaching out to take her hand briefly. “I’m sure he won’t even want to talk that much.” She said, aware somehow that Tamuril was worrying about disrespecting the King the previous night. “But... you know... if he does. Just...” She paused, looking at Tamuril as Tamuril stared back at her for a beat. “...be nice.”
With those parting words of wisdom, Nessa was gone, leaving Tamuril blinking after her. She gritted her teeth and turned around, surveying the tent. It was much bigger than all the others and she supposed that made sense but she thought it was a little over the top. In the uncomfortable silence that fell over her as she stood there alone, Tamuril crept around the tent, exploring. She was just reaching out to inspect something on a little table when a sudden voice made her jump.
“You know, it is impolite to go looking through other people’s belongings.”
Thranduil.
How did he keep sneaking up on her like that?!
Tamuril spun around on the spot, an embarrassed heat rushing to her cheeks. “I...” She trailed off as she met his eyes and lowered her gaze, having the good grace to look sheepish.
He moved past her, round the other side of the table, and poured himself some wine from the carafe that was set up for him.
Tamuril shuffled away, moving awkwardly over to where she was to sleep for that night, wondering if she would be able to switch off at all with the King’s presence so immediate.
“Would you like some?” Thranduil’s deep voice followed her and when she turned he was watching her intently, one hand gesturing to the wine on the table.
She hesitated for a second, gaze flickering between Thranduil and the table and then she decided that some liquid courage might actually help so she nodded and trailed back over to him. She intended to fetch it herself but Thranduil had already reached out to pour some for her.
“Thank you.” She managed, taking the offered drink from him. She raised it to her lips and had a sip, the drink warming her quite quickly.
“I, uh.” Tamuril started to speak again, as Thranduil moved back around the table and over to a chair near to his own sleeping area, sitting down and lounging gracefully in the seat. He didn’t speak, drinking his wine as he watched her with those intense eyes.
She did her best not to fidget as she continued, gripping the stem of the chalice in her hand like it was a lifeline. “I’m... I wanted to say sorry. About... last night. I...” She wanted to lower her gaze as his own was pinning her in place but she felt that would make her seem as if she didn’t actually mean the words she was speaking. “I should not have spoken to you like that.”
Another silence stretched between the both of them. Thranduil didn’t take his eyes from Tamuril’s, watching her squirm with an amusement that he kept well hidden. He made her suffer for a while more before he simply shrugged and set aside his goblet.
"It is forgiven.” He ignored Tamuril’s surprised expression as he waved a hand slightly, effectively ending the conversation.
His attention drifted elsewhere and Tamuril watched him for a second longer before she turned away, frowning softly, and padded over to where she was to sleep for the night. She couldn’t tell whether or not she felt better for it but at least she had said it. Yet another silence followed in which she gulped down the rest of the wine and set the empty cup to the side.
The two of them didn’t speak again and Tamuril eventually slipped into her bed and lay with her back to him, making herself as small and quiet as she could. She thought she felt eyes on her but she knew she was simply being paranoid so she did her best to just stay still and quiet, trying to drift off to sleep. She heard him move eventually, padding towards his own bed, where she heard some shuffling and then, once more, silence.
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Tamuril was running through the grass surrounding Lórien, laughing wildly, fighting against her boots as they sunk beneath the proof of the previous nights blizzard. She could not walk atop the snow but the elf who was chasing her certainly could.
Haldir left barely a footprint behind him as he charged after her, his gentle laughter filling her with a happiness she couldn’t even describe.
Arms caught her round the waist and she squealed, both of their laughter mingling together as Haldir lifted her off the ground and swung her around.
Once he set her down again, she turned to look up at him.
He leaned in to kiss her.
Then the image twisted and changed.
Darkness had fallen and she felt like she was stuck in a swamp, she was moving her legs but she was getting nowhere. A light in the distance suddenly began to spread, lighting up snapshots of the battlefield ahead of her.
Haldir was falling.
There was blood everywhere.
She was screaming but she could not move.
He was too far away.
She could not reach him.
Haldir hit the ground.
He went stll.
“Tamuril...” His voice echoed around her, suffocating her, pulling her down into the depths of despair once more. His warm eyes, now dead and unseeing, swam across her vision.
A different voice suddenly cut through the chaos, trying to reach her. “Tamuril.”
She was still screaming.
“Tamuril.”
Blood. Snow.
“Tamuril!” The voice came again, louder and more demanding, pulling her back with a rush.
Her eyes flew open and she gasped for breath. Her dream bled away, melting back into reality. When she fully refocused, Tamuril found herself staring into intense blue eyes that were all too familiar by this point.
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People I write for
Started:3/15/2022
last updated:11/20/2022
Requests are closed and Asks are open
Writes yandere and non-yandere
Will write headcanons, and Imagines
My specialty is Imagines 
headcanons will be allowed for ALL LOTR/The hobbit characters and professor Palladium,as well as Hannibal
(PS- I am trying to improve my writing so my writing is not top tier)
You can request a character outside of my list but there is a low chance of me actually doing it
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who I write for:
The lord of the rings + The Hobbit (will right Fanfiction)
Thranduil:
Elrond
Lindir
Legolas
Haldir
Celeborn
Aragorn
Arwen
Gimli
Gandalf( platonic only)
pippin
Frodo
Samwise
Merry
Feren
Tauriel
Galadriel
Eowyn
Sauron
Saruman ( platonic only)
Bard
Bilbo
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Hannibal(NBC + Silence of the lambs)
Hannibal
OG Hannibal
clarice
Will
Jack
Abigail ( platonic only)
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V for Vendetta
V/Vendetta
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Winx Club
professor Palladium
Stella 
 Flora
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Imagine Feren bringing you your favourite berries.
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wandering-woodlands · 2 years
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The Fate of Arda - @thedivaking​
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✶ ― The night air was cool against her face as she closed her eyes.  Taking a deep breath in she let the forest air fill her lungs and overtake her senses.  It was the familiar smell of earth, musky and damp. She could almost feel the moss-covered bark of the trees against her fingertips, the fine grains of rich, black soil upon her hands once more.  Her ears perk at the hooting call of the Lasgalen owl, drowning out the faint rustling of the leaves of the ancient birch trees and the low hum of buzzing fireflies.  This was the song of the forest, a unique melody long had she not heard.  Mirkwood.  Her home.
A shrill cry cut through the darkness, disturbing her peaceful solitude and causing the elleth to open her eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration.  
“Misery! Misery! Gollum! Gollum!” the creature croaked before continuing its cry. “Curse you! Wicked, tricksy she-elfses!”
“We must make haste.  Our path has been tracked since leaving the Dead Marshes.  We cannot make it to Rivendell,” Aragon stated firmly, tossing a glare of annoyance in the direction of their wailing captive. “Delivering him to King Thranduil and securing him in Mirkwood’s dungeons is the only way.”
The elf’s brows furrowed, staring silently beyond the borders of Mirkwood and into the gloom of the trees.  Silently she fought with herself, her current position compromised by her previous actions so many years ago.  
“I can go no further, hîr nín,” Tauriel spoke solemnly.  “I have been banished from this realm.  I fear that my presence would only bring you more strife.”
As if to understand his elven companion’s conflict, the ranger approached and placed a strong hand on her shoulder.  “Tauriel. You know the elven road.  I will not make it through these woods without you.”
“Yes! Leaves us! Leaves us! Gollum! Gollum! Twisty! Turny! We’ll find our ways through the dark forest without the nasty she-elfses, precious,” Gollum sneared, his hands grappling the rope around his neck.  “It burns! It burns!  Takes it off us…waaaaaaaaaaah!”
Exasperated by the howling of the creature, Tauriel knew she had no time to decide.  The fate of the world could fall on the gangly, skeletal beast they held in their possession.  Aragon’s claim that they would not make it to Rivendell was true and Tauriel, as Captain of the Guard, could not deny that the Elven King’s dungeons were the most secure of all the realms.
“I will take you to the Elven King’s halls,” Tauriel nodded to her companion. “Ready your sword.  I imagine the creatures of these woods have grown bolder and more fowl in my absence.”
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Approaching the river that separated the caves and the impending forest within which it sat, the road to the Elven King’s halls had been long, but with great relief the three had gone without detection up until now.
“Tauriel,” an elf stepped forward, his bow readied and aimed at her, daring her to move.  Feren.  Her second in command who had since replaced her as Captain of the Guard.  Several other elves stepped forward, aiming their arrows at Aragorn and the creature.  “You were banished, Tauriel, never again to return to Mirkwood.” Feren said.  His eyes softening at the realization of his own words, but as newly appointed Captain of the Guard, it was his duty to report any trespassers to the King—in her case, an exiled one.  Lifting his head, he continued firmly. “You have no home here.  You, along with your companions will be escorted to King Thranduil and he will decide what is to be done with you.”
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yin-yang-friend · 5 years
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Imagine
Imagine Feren looking for you on the battlefield
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animerina · 3 years
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Wine For Freedom
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Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)
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Thranduil x F!Reader, Platonic Bard x Reader
Summary:  The Reader is left with nothing but three bottles of wine after Smaug destroyed Laketown. Stuck in Dale with no plan and no family, she has no idea how she will survive until the Elven King comes to town.
Note: Suggestive material, minors DNI. This started as a one shot and ended up as a full story. You can read the rest on A03.
All Italics are Elvish.
Chapter 1: It Started with a Crate of Wine
I had lived in Laketown all my life, but after the death of my parents, there weren’t many options for me. Many didn’t expect a woman to do more than marry and bear children, but I was determined to make a living for myself. I tried to learn to fish, but the men wouldn’t allow me to do so on their boats with the excuse being it was too much trouble to get a permit from the Master. I couldn’t sew or find anyone willing to teach me in the small town. The only place willing to hire me was the Master's house as a maid and I preferred to stay far away from there.
At a loss of what to do, I had asked Bard if he knew anyone willing to hire me for anything. He mentioned the brewmaster, Jonas, needed help. He had three sons but two were too young to help around the brewery. After much begging, Jonas agreed to let me assist him. He was grateful for the help, and was especially thankful that I was not only a fast learner, but had a knack for the craft. For the past four years, I had been training under the brewmaster in Laketown, not only learning how to make ale, but also wine and liquor alongside him and his sons. Finally, I thought life was going the way it was meant to and I couldn’t have been happier.
After Smaug had destroyed the town, Jonas had tried salvaging what was left of his home. Because of the lack of supplies and space, he had regretfully let me go unsure if he’d ever be able to utilize his trade again. His family had retreated into the remains of Dale with everyone else and left me by the shore. Not knowing what to do, I wandered aimlessly around what remained from Laketown managing to rescue a few bottles of wine that survived and floated to shore. I heard my name being called and looked up from my bottles to see Bard rushing over.
“Oh thank the gods you made it! Are your children alright?” I called out as I rose from my crouched position to meet him.
“Yes, everyone is safe. Are you alright?” He answered. I felt relief at his words knowing Bain, Sigrid, and Tilda were safe.
“Yes, I’m glad to have made it out of there,” I looked over my shoulder at what remained of home. Smoke was still visible from where we stood.
Bard looked down at the shore and saw the wine I saved. Picking up a bottle, he rolled it in his grip. “These are yours?” He questioned.
I nodded. “They survived and floated over. I’m keeping them for now. I could trade them for food. Maybe a blanket.”
Bard’s eyes raked over my soaked and tattered dress and apron with sympathy.
“Don’t worry, you can stay with us,” He decided as he picked up the crate I’d been putting the bottles in.
“I don’t want to be a burden. I can find somewhere-,” I tried to argue, but he would have none of that.
“Y/N, please,” he countered, “You are no burden. We have supplies for tonight and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone.” He paused for a moment. “Did Jonas make it?”
I nodded in response. “His whole family, luckily.”
“And you didn’t go with them?” I knew he was genuinely curious because almost everyone knew I had grown close with the family in my time working with him and his children.
“The future is uncertain and he has his family to care for. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself if I have to.” I tried pulling the crate into my own arms but Bard refused to let go.
“You are not a burden,” he repeated. “We’ve holed up in one of the buildings. It still has a roof. Bain and I will salvage what we can. I ask that you stay with my daughters while we’re out.”
“Thank you, Bard,” I relented and followed him to one of the buildings in the middle of Dale.
The next morning, I awoke between Sigrid and Tilda across from Bain still wrapped in his blanket. I sat up and wrapped mine around the girls. Tilda stirred as I stood back from them. I silently cursed. I hadn’t wanted to wake the children, but I desperately needed some fresh air. Everything that had happened seemed like a blur and I needed to plan my next move. I couldn’t stay with Bard’s family forever as much as I adored them. Bard already had enough to bear on his own. I wouldn’t allow him another burden.
“Where are you going?” Sigrid mumbled sleepily. “Da said to stay here.”
“Just outside. I won’t go far,” I promised.
Seemingly accepting my answer, her head lolled back as she fell back into sleep. I smiled down at her as she curled around Tilda’s smaller form and made my way to the door. I slipped outside shading my eyes from the bright sun. The sharp wind bit at my skin causing me to violently shiver. Pulling my coat tighter around me I walked down toward the center of town looking for Bard.
Suddenly, a white horse turned the corner down the tight alleyway and I slammed myself against the wall to avoid being trampled. Gasping for breath, I looked up as the rider, whom I now realized was an elf, stopped right in front of me.
“My apologies,” he nodded his head before continuing down the path, albeit slower. I watched him ride away still shocked that I was nearly run over. Confused as to what an elf was doing in Dale, I rushed to the square and found more elves amidst carts full of food being handed out to chaotic crowd. Pushed from my original spot as the crowd thickened, I made my way up a set of stairs to continue my search for Bard. I spotted him at the forefront of the group speaking to who I assumed was the Elven King who looked absolutely regal and intimidating upon his elk. His eyes were sharp as they glanced over at the crowd eagerly accepting his aide, face remaining neutral in the chaos.
I scrambled back down the steps and waited off to the side trying to get Bard’s attention. After a few minutes, he came to me with a sack of supplies the elves had brought.
“Take these back to the children and stay there.” He had a grim look on his face which made my stomach clench in dread.
“Bard, what’s going on?” My voice conveyed my worry.
He shook his head in frustration. “There may be war, but I am hoping to avoid it if possible. Go back to the house, and tell no one of what we have spoken of. I will be there as soon as I can.”
Still worried, but trusting Bard, I hurried back to his children evading their questions about their father and the elves. Night fell quickly and the children and I sat huddled around a small fire Bain made. I had Tilda in my arms trying to keep her small body warm. I made sure they ate, but saved enough to ration out so they would not go hungry in the ensuing days. I did not know how long the elves would help.
“Y/n, where is Da?” Tilda questioned me as she sat in my lap.
“He’s with the Elven King. Probably still discussing how much longer they’ll aid us.” I spoke confidently even though I was worried about everything. The thought of war lingered in the back of my mind. How much more loss could we take?
“If they’re here to help us, why did they bring weapons?” Bain muttered angrily.
As I was about to respond, Bard walked through the door. He was breathing heavy as if he had run from the elves’ camp to the house.
“Da!” His children ran from their spots, blankets falling onto the floor, as their arms wrapped around him. I could hear Tilda sniffle as she began to cry and so I went over to comfort her.
“Y/n,” Bard interrupted my movements. “Where is the wine?”
I stopped and then walked to the crate pulling the three bottles out.
“They’re here. Do you need them?” I brought them over to him.
“Yes, thank you. King Thranduil loves his drink. He’s run low. I offered him what he had. I’ll return shortly,” he spoke to his children and took the bottles from my arms. They reluctantly let go of him rushing back to grab their blankets they had dropped.
“I know you were planning to barter these,” he whispered to me. “I will repay you for them.”
Shaking my head, I refused. “You’ve already helped me enough. I want nothing in return.”
He smiled warmly in thanks but I felt he’d try to return the favor anyway.
I expected Bard to return later, long after his children drifted off, but I was surprised when not twenty minutes later he was standing in the door way again. Before I could ask him if everything was alright, he gestured for me to follow him outside. I settled his children before heading to the opened door. There was an elf standing outside the house, the same one that nearly ran me down. He was stoic, like earlier, and his presence unnerved me. Bard quickly pulled me over to him so that we were a few steps away from the elf and facing the door. His worried look did nothing to ease my nerves.
“The wine you had. You did make it, correct?” I nodded dumbly. His face didn’t change.
“The King wants to see you,” his voice was hushed. He set his hands on my shoulders and gripped them tightly.
After a beat, I gasped out, “Why?!” I was absolutely terrified. Had I displeased him? The King had to know we were limited in supplies. It was not like we had Dorwinion wine laying around for him. Bard looked behind me before answering as I felt someone step behind me.
“My lady, we must make haste. King Thranduil is not a patient ellon.” The elf said. “I am to take you to him now.”
“Bard?” Nervous I turned back to him silently asking if he was coming as well.
“I have to stay with the children,” he responded. He gently urged me toward the elf. “Feren will escort you there. Don’t worry,” he whispered the last part.
Reluctantly I followed Feren to the elves’ camp that was erected in a field near the ruins of Dale. I realized I must look a mess after the ordeal we’d been through and I spoke my concerns as we approached the largest tent in the center of the camp. I knew King Thranduil must be in there.
“I am not dressed properly,” I looked down at the shredded ends of my dress, stained with dirt and soot. At least I was dry now.
Without turning to me, Feren responded. “King Thranduil knows of the struggles your people have recently faced and is prepared to see you as you are.”
If I could possibly feel worse, I would. Self-consciously, I started rubbing at my face just in case I had any dirt smudged there. Feren noticed, but said nothing.
We stopped at the flap of the tent where two guards were stationed. Feren spoke to them. He put up a hand for me to wait and then entered the tent. I could hear him speak, but could not make out what he was saying. It was probably Sindarin which I couldn’t understand anyway. Someone else responded and the brunette elf opened the flap back and motioned for me to enter.
Walking into the tent, I was taken aback at how ridiculously ornate everything was. All this comfort for a few days away? My mind was so shaken I didn’t realize Feren was announcing me to the King who sat lounging in his chair staring at me amused. I had already seen him from afar, but this close I could see just how handsome and intimidating he was. He was, by far, the most ethereal being I had ever laid eyes on and I felt my heart race just looking at him. The self-conscious feeling returned and I looked down at my feet to hide my reddened cheeks.
“Leave us,” Thranduil waved his hand and Feren bowed before exiting the tent. Unsure of what to say or do, I just stood there in silence afraid of embarrassing myself further.
“Are you the brewmaster of Laketown?” He asked.
“No, your majesty,” I said softly, still unable to look directly at him.
“No?” He hummed to himself. “Have they sent a tavern maid then?” He was insulting me, but what could I say in retaliation to a king? I decided to just answer honestly and plainly while I was in his tent.
“No, your majesty. I was not the brewmaster, but I trained under him.”
“I see, so you did make this wine then?” He gestured to the table next to him where one of the three bottles Bard had taken sat next to an ornate goblet. Thranduil lifted it to his lips and took a long sip. The sight made me swallow hard.
“Is it not to your taste, your majesty? I apologize as this was all the wine we salvaged from the facility.”
He held up his hand to silence me and took another sip, still watching me. “How long have you trained?”
“Four years,” I summoned the courage to look at him. His eyebrows drew together as he examined me and I fought the urge to look away again.
“You worked in a brewery. Can you make ale as well?” He took a long sip of the wine after asking.
“Yes, that is what we mostly brew and I also make a wicked cider.” I smiled fondly remembering the recipe I’d been working on before Smaug burned the town.
“Wicked cider?” Thranduil sounded amused again and I immediately stumbled over a “Yes, your majesty”.
“Anything else?” He set the goblet back down on the table.
“We were a the only brewery so we made all the alcohol for the town. I can make liquor as well out of, well, out of a few things.” I finished hoping he wouldn’t ask any more questions. I just wanted him to explain what he wanted me here for. I opened my mouth to ask, but couldn’t manage to get the words out.
He silenced me again when he stood from his pseudo-throne and towered over me. My head tilted up to meet his gaze. Valar, he was tall.
“A brewmaster, a vintner, and a distiller all wrapped in one package, hmm? Quite impressive for such a young girl,” Thranduil teased, tilting his head to the side as he walked around my trembling form. As he came to stand in front of me again, he nodded to himself.
“Bard tells me you are orphaned.” He said it so easily.
I nodded before responding. “I am,” I tried to speak clearly through my nerves.
“No family, no husband, no job,” he drawled. “What ever shall you do?”
Sitting back down, he grabbed his goblet again. After another long sip, he spoke again.
“You know why we are here, do you not?”
“War,” I whispered.
“Indeed, I have come for something that belongs to me and once I have it, we shall return to Mirkwood. You will come with us,” he stated.
I sputtered in disbelief at what just passed through his lips. He smirked at my antics. I was beginning to think he liked making fun of me.
“I am in need of a proper brewmaster and now that Laketown is gone, I will need a vintner as well. You will return to Mirkwood with us,” he paused his explanation. “Unless you’d rather stay here.”
I did not know if I would ever feel at home in Mirkwood, but the king was giving me an opportunity I could not pass up. I had no plans and nothing left in Dale so I didn’t hesitate to give him my answer.
“It would be my honor to serve you, King Thranduil,” I lowered my head respectfully.
“Well now that that is settled, you may leave. I will send for you before we ride to Mirkwood,” he stopped to call out in Sindarin. Feren appeared in the entrance of the tent and bowed.
“Feren will escort you back. Do not leave the city, Lady Y/N.” He waved us away and I followed my escort back to the building I was staying in. I thanked the elf as he left and entered the building. The children were asleep, but Bard quickly rose from where he was seated.
“Are you alright?” He was clearly worried.
“Yes, I’m alright,” I began. “King Thranduil has asked me to return to Mirkwood with the elves.”
Bard looked at me in disbelief. I explained everything that had transpired between the king and I as well as my fears of the future in Dale and becoming a burden.
“He is not forcing you to go, is he?”
I shook my head. “No, I swear. He may not have offered the choice, but I want to go,” I explained.
“There are no humans in the forest, Y/N. Will you be alright around all the elves? They rarely tolerate outsiders,” He argued.
Shaking off his doubt, I reassured him that I was happy use my craft. “I just hope the elves like what I make,” I joked.
“King Thranduil seems to,” Bard pulled me deeper into the room so that we could rest. Making my way to where his girls were, I settled down next to them, pulling the extra blanket over myself. I looked over to Bard who was lying next to Bain.
“Goodnight, Bard,” I whispered. “And thank you for everything.”
“Goodnight, y/n,” he whispered back.
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The children and I had barely escaped the ensuing chaos of the battle. The girls and I had hid after being saved by Bard. I couldn’t believe we were living through this nightmare. Tilda’s little hangs clung to my dress and I held her tightly in return. Sigrid was pulled up against my side. After what felt like hours, the battle was over and we walked out to see just what carnage it had brought. The girls and I continued on the path towards the building we had been staying in and I was pleased to see it was still standing. After ushering them inside, we sat and waited huddled together.
Not long after, Bard ran through and pulled his children to his chest. Bain was with him and I started to sob into my hands. I was so grateful they had survived. A fire was started and Bard once again left to speak with Thranduil. I stayed up watching over the children, afraid that if I closed my eyes, the orcs would be running through the city again.
When Bard returned, two elves accompanied him. I recognized Feren, but the other was a female I had never seen before. She bowed her head in greeting and handed me a bundle of clothing. As I looked it over, I realized it was travel attire. I nodded my head and silently entered an abandoned part of the building to quickly change into the leggings and tunic. I thought about wrapping my dress back up, but it was so ruined with blood and dirt, I just left it crumpled on the ground and returned to where they waited for me.
“I wish you the best,” Bard said as I approached. He pulled me into a hug and I quickly returned it as I began to tear up. “Thank you for watching over them,” he smiled.
“And thank you for watching over me, King Bard,” I teased so I wouldn’t feel so sad leaving. “I don’t want to wake them. Please tell them I will miss them,” I said, releasing him from my hold. “I wish you and your children all the happiness in the world.”
Feren led me over to the white horse he nearly ran me down with. I placed my foot in the stirrup and pulled myself up into the saddle. I nearly yelped when the elf slid into the seat behind me causing the female elf to snicker as she mounted her bay mare. I wasn’t expecting him, but then again there were only two horses. I felt lucky they weren’t making me walk.
His hands gripped the reins, effectively trapping me between his arms. My body tensed as I felt his chest against my back.
“Again I apologize, my lady,” he spoke as we started back towards the camp. “We lost many horses to the battle.” I felt him lean his head closer to my ear. “And this way, I will be sure not to trample you,” he chuckled softly.
Laughing along with him, I relaxed and let him lead on until we reached the camp. The tents were already packed up leaving no trace of the elves. The other elf with us spoke to Feren in Sindarin before riding ahead to catch up to the remaining group ahead. We rode at a slower pace, but caught up eventually nevertheless. I took one last look at Dale and knew I would miss what was left of home, but I couldn’t help but look forward to what awaited me in Mirkwood.
1 year later
Galion, the king’s steward, strolled into the cellar, eyes roaming around the converted brewery for me. My eyes caught his from the top of the tank.
“What can I do for you, Galion?” I called down to him with a smile on my face.
“Good evening, mellon. King Thranduil requests your presence for dinner,” he explained.
Confusion crossed my face as I descended the steps to stand in front of the tall elf. Galion was one of the few elves I interacted with as the impromptu brewmaster Thranduil acquired. It was not that they disliked me, although I was certain some of them were wary of me. Mirkwood elves were not used to humans after all. I tended to hole up in the cellar most of the day, so I rarely saw anyone outside of the palace staff and a handful of guards that patrolled the area.
As if Galion read my mind, he responded with, “He did not say why, but he asked that you be there.”
I shook my head. It was unusual for Thranduil and myself to cross paths in the palace, but I had been invited to dine with him before on several occasions. He seemed lonelier now that the prince had left and I supposed he was starving for company.
I sighed knowing I’d have to go get ready soon if I wanted to be on time. I had just started working on a new recipe and I hated leaving anything unfinished. With another long sigh, I headed toward a shelf that held my more experimental varieties of wine and liquor. My fingers grazed over the labels until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed the dark bottle and handed it to Galion as we started up the stairs.
“Let me know what you think of this one,” I said making my way up to my room. Galion followed beside me.
“Thank you, mellon. I’m sure Elros and I will enjoy it. Is this the one you made with the berries from the gardens?” He rolled the bottle in his hand appreciatively.
I confirmed with a nod. Galion and another elf, Elros, had quickly become my unofficial tasters when I arrived a year ago. Rather, they volunteered for the opportunity without provocation. They approved everything I sent to Thranduil because, as Galion put it, they knew his taste best. The two of them, aside from my maid, Calanthe, were the ones I felt most comfortable around, though Feren wasn’t far behind. I later learned he was not as stoic as he seemed, and enjoyed visiting with him when I got the chance.
Galion left me at my door and I found Calanthe already inside preparing a dress for me from my closet. King Thranduil was generous enough to provide me with a large wardrobe after I settled in. Calanthe had also been assigned to serve me as well as teach me the language, although my lessons were not progressing as fast as anyone hoped.
“There you are,” she smiled at me. “Does this suit you for this evening?” She gestured to the dress laying on my bed.
“It’s beautiful,” I said as I ran my fingers over the silky material. The deep red was rich in color and I couldn’t wait to get it on.
“Ah, ah,” Calanthe chided. “Bath first.” She pointed you the adjoining bathroom. I laughed as I followed her directions and saw she had already drawn the bath for me.
After bathing, she helped me pull the red silk on and fix the corset in the back. The sleeves’ seam was opened from the shoulder and closed at the wrist showing the skin of my arms. The corset accented my waist, though it was hard to breathe. I preferred to wear my shorter dresses with tights when I was in the cellar but I supposed that would be inappropriate for dinner with the Elven King.
She sat me down at the vanity and braided my hair for me since mine never came out nice enough. Even after a year of living with the elves, and practicing on Calanthe’s deep blonde mane, I still hadn’t mastered the skill and was teased for my crooked plaits. Calanthe made two on each side and joined them behind my head.
“I would do something more intricate, but we are going to be late.” She moved so I could rise from the seat.
“You did a beautiful job as always, mellon.” I smiled at her and allowed her to exit the room ahead of me.
The material swept across the floor as I followed Calanthe to the dining room. The guard nodded at us and opened the door for me to enter. Thranduil was already seated at the head of the table dressed in silver robes and a matching circlet rather than his crown. As I approached he gestured for me to join him, a servant pulling the chair next to him for me.
I bowed in greeting. “Good evening, Aran nin. I thank you for inviting me to join you.”
“I was beginning to think you’d declined my invitation.” He teased. One of the servants came and filled my glass with wine as I sat down.
“I apologize, Aran nin. Galion caught me working on a new blend and I was hesitant to leave it,” I explained.
He hummed and sipped at the wine. I did the same and blinked in surprise as it hit my tongue.
“This is-,” I began as I stared at the dark liquid in my glass.
“The wine you gave Galion. Yes, I decided I’d like to be the first to try it. Your skills have definitely bloomed since your time in Laketown.” Another sip and the servant was refilling his glass. I suddenly recalled Bard’s words about him enjoying his drink and smiled as I took another sip.
“I’m sure you have another bottle to give him, though, I think he and Elros could use a break as your tasters. I’d hate for them to enjoy it while they’re on duty.” Thranduil’s words dripped with sarcasm.
I covered my mouth as I giggled. I knew exactly how those dwarves had escaped the dungeons a year prior having heard some of the guards tell the story more than once. The king chucked softly at my own reaction.
“So, King Thranduil, why invite your brewmaster for dinner? I’m sure you are not lacking in good company.” Again, he smiled into his glass.
“I quite enjoy your company,” he drawled out.
“Surely you jest! I was under the impression you tolerate me because of my talent.” I playfully argued. He seemed to be in a good mood today which made me want to indulge his teasing just a bit.
Thranduil scoffed with a smile still gracing his face. “If anyone else spoke to me that way, they’d be in the dungeon. So, little one, I’d say I more than tolerate you despite your behavior. Besides, you are one of the few I can trust to be honest with me.”
“If you ask me for the truth, why should I lie to you?”
“Even if the truth upsets me?”
“I believe if I upset you, I wouldn’t live to see the next day so at least my suffering would be short lived.” I replied with a cheeky smile.
“You are too cruel, Hiril vuin.”
“My apologies, Aran nin.”
Another chuckle left him. He raised a hand and the servants brought out several plates piled with simmered rabbit and various roasted vegetables. I waited for Thranduil to serve himself first before I followed suit. We shared polite conversation over the meal, but I was still curious as to the real reason why he invited me.
“You still haven’t told me the real reason why I am here, my king.”
His face fell momentarily, but he quickly composed himself. After a pause, he answered. “I wanted to speak with you about returning to Dale.”
I nearly dropped my fork at his statement. “You wish for me to return to Dale?” I was in shock.
“Most of the city has been restored. You could have a brewery set up there if you wished. Of course, I would request you still fulfill the palace orders,” he paused to look me in the eyes. “In Dale, you could be around your own people.”
Not knowing how to feel, I tried not to get overwhelmed. Before I could think about what to do or say, I said, “If you wish for me to return to Dale, then simply say so. I did not know my presence was such a bother here.”
I bit my tongue as I finished. I jested about his anger beforehand, but I knew he really did anger easily and I worried of what he’d do now that I’d spoken out like that. His hand found mine on the table, his rings cool against my skin. His thumb ran across my knuckles surprisingly gentle. The touch was surprising, but not unwelcome.
“You misunderstand, Hiril vuin. I do not wish to send you away, but if you wish to be free, know that I will let you go.”
“You would give me that choice?”
“I want to know that you stay because you wish to, not because you feel you must.”
“You saved me. I am indebted to you.” I argued. He had given me a chance at a life for myself. I never thought I’d ever be more than a girl working in a washed out brewery. Here, I had full control of the entire facility. I was free to experiment with my craft and I answered to no one but the king himself. He had given me more freedom than I ever imagined, even if I was a subject of his realm.
His voice interrupted by thoughts. “I free you from your debt. If you wish to leave, I will ensure King Bard has a place for you in Dale. You two were friends, were you not?”
“I want to stay,” I nearly shouted and then caught myself. “I want to stay here in Mirkwood until you tire of me and my skills.”
He stood at my confession. “Come with me,” he commanded. Jumping to my feet, I caught him smile gently at my actions. “Let us take a walk.”
I followed Thranduil out of the dining room and down the adjoining hallway, trying to keep up with his long strides. He was silent, but upon noticing me trying to match his pace, he slowed. I recognized the path we were taking as soon as the hallway split. After a few moments, the two of us were in his throne room at the bottom of the steps.
“Aran nin,” I began, confused as to why he’d bring me here.
“Come, Y/N,” he offered his hand to me and I took it. He tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow and started ascending to his throne. I followed beside him in silence still trying to reason what we were doing here. We arrived at his throne while I was still deep in thought.
“Sit,” he released my hand as he maneuvered me to face him.
“But that is your throne,” I reasoned.
“I am well aware of what it is. Now as your king, I command you to sit.” His tone was authoritative but his gaze was playful. Shaking my head, I did as I was told and sat down on the polished wood. My hands ran over the smooth material admiring the craftsmanship. I felt intimidated by Thranduil looming over me so I looked behind him at the view from so far up.
“I can see why you like sitting here,” I said trying to fill the silence in the room. “But why am I sitting here?”
“I am rewarding you for your loyalty,” he was leaning over me now. His voice had deepened and I shivered at sound.
“By letting me sit in your throne?” I asked confused. It truly was an honor and I realized I should appreciate the gesture. Before I could explain what I meant, however, I was stopped by Thranduil’s chuckle. His gaze met mine as I watched him take a step closer to the throne, hands trailing up the edges of my dress and pushing it past my thighs. I gaped at him in shock trying to move back but his grip tightened and his dark gaze pinned me in place. He was smirking down at me and I had never felt smaller in my life. I followed his gaze as he sunk to his knees before me and ever so slowly pushed my legs apart.
“You should be grateful, meleth nin, for tonight I kneel before you.”
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You laid there on the cold hard ground,the pain and fear made it difficult to move your body. You heard voices around you,and footsteps running by you. You tried to scream for help but no sound left your mouth. You tried to get up again but your leg made in impossible to get up on your own,so you just let your self fall down on the cold ground again. You closed your eyes and gave in to the dark behind your eye's. … You slowly woke up again,your body was stiff from the cold but you were able to move your body a little again. Carefully you tried to sit up,you looked around you. You felt a tear fall down your face when you saw all the dead body's around you,people that were close to you where now laying here. You closed your eyes again,you wanted to remove this from your eye's when you suddenly heard a sound behind you. You heard someone running,the footsteps where coming nearer. You closed your eyes again to wait for what will come until you heard a very familiar face calling out to you. “ Is that you Y/N?” You opened your eye's as fast as you could. “ Feren!” You almost screamed out his name. You tried to stand up but your leg still made in impossible. You heard feren running towards you. You felt guilty when you saw the fear in his eye's when he knelt down before you. You felt his hands on both sides of your face. “What happened to you Y/N,why are you here?” Ashamed you tried to avoid his eyes but the hands on your face forced you to look right in his eye's. “I was afraid feren, when you left for laketown i thought i would never see you return home again.” You let yourself fall i his arms now you spilled out everything. “I made you a promise Y/N,i promised you that i will always return back to you” You suddenly felt very stupid for everything that you did. “Now let me help you get up again so we can leave this place.”You tried to get up leaning on feren but your leg couldn't hold your body so you felt yourself falling down again. “Let me take a look at that leg”You felt his hands touching your heavenly bruised and bloody leg.”I dont think you will be able to walk on it for a while,it needs to heal first. You let out a sigh as you felt so useless. “But i know a other way to move you” After giving you a playfully wink you felt him piking you up and carrying you in his arms. You laid down your head against his chest,feeling safe and warm in his arms. “I knew you would find me feren”You looked up at him seeing him smiling at you. “You know ill always keep you safe.” … You were sitting safe on feren's horse with feren behind you. You felt his arms around you as you leaned against his chest. “Are you ready to go home?” You smiled and looked up to him. “I would follow you everywhere feren.” You closed your eye's as you felt his lips on your forehead,you knew you would always be safe with feren looking over you.
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