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master-muffinn · 2 months

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You have a life too

It was a lovely July morning. You were with your boyfriend, hand in hand and walked through the green forest, which was filled with insects and flowers. You two finally had some free time and you chose to spend it together. Talking a little now and then about what the other had done to not miss out on anything important.

But then you see a bird and it flies up to you. You automatically hold out your hand for it to sit on. It has a letter for you. You let go of your boyfriend's hand and the bird flies away after you take the letter.

Dear y/n. Meet me at ‘The Prancing Pony’ on Sunday evening at 7 o'clock. From your dear friend, Gandalf.

You looked at the letter with disgust and irritation. You knew exactly what this is about. Gandalf had promised a stranger that you would come help them without talking to you about it first and expected you to come without questioning it.

You are smart, wise and a great fighter, but you had a really hard time to say ‘no’ when people ask you for help which back then perhaps was good because it’s the right thing to do, but now it starting to get out of hand and it felt like people took your help for granted. Like, you had a life too!

You looked at your boyfriend who already seemed to know what the letter was about.

“Gandalf ‘again’?” he said and sighed when you nodded.

You looked back at the letter “I am really tired of Gandalf making promises without talking to me first”

“I know, me too”

You looked back at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. “I really don’t want to go, but I don't know how to tell him! Can you help me come up with a good excuse to not go that Gandalf has no other choice but to accept?!”

He thought for a while, looking around his surroundings like it could maybe help him get any useful ideas. He then put his hand in his pocket and a shy smile came to his lips. He took a step closer to you and looked you straight in the eyes with a loving gaze.

“I have been thinking about doing this for a while but never had a good opportunity, so maybe this is the best time to do it”

You move your head to the side and raise an eyebrow not understanding what he meant.

He took out a small box from his pocket, went down with one knee and opened the box with a beautiful ring inside. “Do you want to marry me? We have been together for years now and I can't see myself with anyone else but you! You are like the other half of my heart that I can't live without. I would love nothing more than to have you by my side in the rest of our life!”

You just stood stupidly in shock with your mouth and eyes wide open, but you quickly collected yourself, dropped the letter and threw yourself over him with a big embrace. “I would love to!” You said.

Dear Gandalf. I have to decline your request. You have to ask someone else for help from now on. I will get married soon and I wish to spend all my time and life with my love. From your dear friend, Y/n.

^Bilbo (he knows what you going though lol), Thranduil, Haldir, Celeborn, Feren, Elrond, Thorin, Boromir, Aragorn, Theoden, Bard, Dwalin, Dain, Eomer, Saruman

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Feast

Fotfictober Prompts: 16 - Feast

Summery: Feast of starlight chaos

Pairing: Feren x Reader

Characters: (OC) Thalion, Thranduil, Legolas, Galion, Feren, Reader

Warnings: Mentioned! Drinking, Drunk Feren

Mereth Nuin Giliath also know as the Feast under the Stars or the Feast of Starlight, it was always a great event in the Greenwood, from its pre drinks to the feast itself and then the after party, it was always so extravagant and every year Thranduil managed to improve it some how, but each week before had was a festival crunch, the kitchens making sure they had enough food the winery making sure it had enough wine, the guards pulling double shifts and then there was you unlike the rest of the seamstress you had to work with Thranduil and Legolas making them the most extravagant and mystical clothes to wow the guest and to make sure they had something better than all the guests to wear.

"Y/n" you didn't look up at the king from the sewing of his long trail robe, he took a seat in front of you.

"I ran into some problems with fabics for your robes" you said Thranduil pushed your wrists down and held them, you looked at him, you had know the king since he was a young prince, you were always a few years younger than him, but you where a Silvan elf, your crush over the king soon left you once he married his wife and your attention turned to his commander, maybe you had just been in love with the idea of him and not him.

"You need sleep Mellon-nin you did not work well on little sleep, you can solve this in the morning" Thranduil said gently standing you up, you sighed and close your eyes.

"You are right as always on these matter mellon-nin" you said

"I cannot have my seamstress working herself to death, who would i find to trust enough to make my clothes to all my frustrating needs" Thranduil said you sighed

"But I will not be able to finish on time" you said

"I will just wear last times and then next time I will have this one" Thranduil said you agreed but little did the king know you snuck your work with you and finished it in your own rooms.

You delivered it to a guard and told him to give it to Thranduil before he made his grand entrance and made your way to the feast you had missed the pre drinks due to finishing Thranduil's outfit.

"Good to see you decided to show up Mellon, your doing that face again" Galion said

"What face" You said

"The face where you think their is a 50/50 percent chance the king will kill you" Galion said

"I finished the robes after he told me not to and got a guard to give them to him" You said

"Ah I see, good luck then" Galion said walking away

"Galion what do you mean of good luck, did he tell you what he would do to me" You asked going after your friend.

"I was not saying Good luck about Thranduil" Galion said you turned to were he was looking to see Feren approaching you, you sighed, you did everything to avoid him so why oh why did he have to find you now.

It was now Thranduil chose to save you, all eyes were on the doors he had just come out of, and the king walking down the stairs "Welcome to Mereth Nuin Giliath, Let the festivity begin" Thranduil said you used the gaze Thranduil held to escape Feren's you got to the king he caught your wrist.

"I though I told you to rest instead of finish it" Thranduil said

"My Mind would not leave me to rest without finishing it" you returned

"Join my table for tonight" Thranduil said you nodded and took the seat Thranduil wanted you to have, soon the food was on the tables and glasses were refilled.

"Aran Nin I must ask were you get your robes made they seem to get grander every occasion, I must invest in hireing them for myself aswell" a Noble said

"That do not take other customers they have enough work to do with Aran Thranduil's and Prince Legolas' robes they would not have time" You said the noble looked at you

"Or so i heard" you said looking back at your food

"Y/n is correct" Thranduil said gathering the hint you did not want to work for this noble no one liked him but he kept Thranduil in power so thats why he stayed

"I see such a shame" The man responded Thalion sighed

"I assume that means my request may also not be met" The man said Thalion was very much the opposite the the noble you had just turned down, his family had served in Oropher's Guard as long as anyone could remember he was the pretty boy of the nobles and the youngest given he became head of his house the same time Thranduil became king.

"That could be arranged" you said Thranduil glared at you, you just turned one noble down and took Thalion as a client right in front of him.

"Who does this seamstress think she is turning down my requests for his, who is it, I would like to put her down a couple of steps just because she serves the king doesn't make her so entitled to refuse service" The noble said

"The exact person who just accepted Thalion as her client" Thranduil said

"Y/n, It is a pleasure" Thalion said the other however started insulting you, before Thranduil could shut him up or Thalion for that matter Feren stood abruptly a pink dusting was over his cheeks due to how the drink was affecting him Thranduil turned his head to him and raised a brow at his drunk commander as did Thalion

"You will not insult lady y/n" Feren said

"And what will you do about it Silvan" The noble said

"I can do quite a lot like have you removed from this feast or have you forgot I am the commander of the kings guard" Feren said

"Why do you even protect the mongrel" the noble was right, Silvan and Noldor blood both ran in you and given how Sindar Elves hate the Noldor it was only natural to be insulted

"My lord, I believe the drink may have your tongue it maybe better for you to return to your room" Thalion said joining the two stood up

"You are excused from my table and you will not return to it until I say so" Thranduil said to the lord you cursed Feren for standing up for you it had only made you fall harder for the elf you covered your head in your hands on the table.

"This wine should be illegal" You muttered

"To the race of men it is" Thranduil said you groaned most of the table had left to join in the dancing all apart from you, the king, Thalion and Feren.

"Care for a dance my lady" Thalion said

"No thanks your not my type" You grumbled the lord got caught off guard, that you would say no to him, everyone swooned over him, dancing was one way to confess, it is an intimate moment having a partner that close.

Feren had disappeared off and soon came back, you were still moping about the wine, and Thalion and Thranduil were talking ideally, Legolas had pushed Feren back.

"Y/n" you turned your head up at the commanding voice of Feren with a groan, it was very clear Feren was drunk

"I don't wanna here it, say it when your sober if you mean it" You said

"I maybe drunk but my feelings are perfectly clear for you" Feren said leaning on the table in front of you, you put your finger to his forehead and pushed him back.

"To close" you said

"Gi Melin meleth nin I do not care if I am drunk, people say you say the things are are to scared to when sober and this is definitely the time for that, whenever I am sober I can never bring myself to tell you i seize up and then I can't find you again" Feren said you grabbed his chin

"Stop moving so much and face me" You said

"Your really annoying drunk you know, i prefer sober Feren" you said leaning over the table to him and connecting your lips

Elvish Translations:

Aran nin - My king

Gi Melin Meleth nin - I love you my love

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awkwardkindatries · 1 year

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Tolkien Holiday Event Day One

First Snow: Feren/reader

The morning air was fresh and crisp; needless to say, Feren expected to start the day with frosty breath and a crunch beneath each step. Today He and you were to head to the market to restock your pantry in anticipation of the harsher temperature at the end of the month. He stood outside of your shared home, leaning against its rugged structure as he estimated how long it would take the two of you to make it to town on horseback. His focus quickly shifted to the wandering flakes of snow drifting down from the sky.

A soft smile crossed his features as he considered them. This certainly wasn't his first winter; he usually spent the time outdoors exploring the icy terrain for hours without a care in the world and no regard for the temperature whatsoever. However, this year he had you. You, the person that he lugged around a heavy jacket for on the off chance that you got cold on your snowy walks. The person that he spent extra time hunting down and chopping dry wood for to keep the fire burning. The person that he was currently getting to spend his winter with, tucked away in your cabin beneath layers of furs and blankets while he put in his hardest effort yet to keep you warm.

He’s going to cherish this first season with you, now looking forward to your trip today with much more cheer. He’s putting together a mental list of items that you don't need but that he'd like to surprise you with later on when his train of thought is cut off by the sound of the front door. You soon exit, clicking the latch shut before turning to meet him with a beaming smile across your face. You were so excited to go to the town today; it's been a while since you've seen faces outside of your neighbors, and you were looking forward to the change of setting with your love.

He can’t help but to stare, The pure joy in your eyes, coupled with the winter flush of your cheeks and the layers of swaddling that you've managed to give yourself. He was lost to your charms. The questioning look that you give him is adorable, as he is so thankful that he gets to see it. He wasn't sure what it was, the closeness the two of you have had over the last weeks, or perhaps the warmth you fill him with when he gets to participate in these moments with you, but he finds himself drifting off on the thoughts of the future.

He immensely enjoys those thoughts, a hummed laugh in his throat as he watches you waddle off, buried beneath your layers as you stiffly make your way to the stables.

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fantasyworld4ever · 9 months

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I would like to uno reverse and ask how the elves (yep, all the LOTR/hobbit elves you write for) would react to their s/o keeping them warm, whether it be with a blanket, an extra cloak, or even magically radiating warmth.

LOTR/THE HOBBIT ELVES REACTING TO THEIR S/O WHO GIVE THEM THEIR COAT/BLANKET WHEN ITS COLD.

Elrond

Istg this poor guy will survive the cold for you

You don’t realize it’s cold but when you look over at Elrond he’s quite literally shivering from cold

You quickly deduce that the poor ellon has stayed out simply because you were

You chuckle fondly, finding it sweet as you drape a coat/blanket over him and he blinks at you in surprise

He tries to protest but you glare at him and he shuts up

Thranduil

No, just no.

This man will refuse to take your coat

Anyway, he wouldn't even be out in the cold

If he finds it cold, there is no way he’s letting you go out

Legolas

Dude does not get cold

Have you seen him running through those snowy places?

Yeah, he's too jumpy to be cold

He will politely reject your coat if you ask though

Lindir

This poor sweet innocent baby 😭

He won’t wait for you to offer it, he’s gonna just grab it then apologize as he wraps himself in it

Literally freezing

He’ll be okay, he snuggles against you for extra warmth

Haldir

Dude patrols borders, he’s used to it

May actually fall asleep standing up in the cold

You just wrap the blanket around him and he’ll stir slightly

Poor bby, he’s so tired

He’ll hold you tight, swaddling you in the blanket too

Glorfindel

He will snatch your blanket quicker than you can say his name

He’ll apologize but he aint sorry at all

He is COLD.

Let him have the damn blanket xD

Feren

Sweet bby

He won’t say anything even if the air is a bit chilly

He’ll do his best to hide it but you soon realize just how cold he is

“Thank you, meleth.” He’ll smile at you as you drape the blanket over his shoulders but insists you both share it

Figwit

“My lady/lord, it’s cold” He’ll comment on the chilliness of the air as you stroll through the garden

No matter how many times you tell him to call you your name he will insist on using your title in public

When you give him your coat he looks surprised and tries to protest but soon gives in, wrapping it around himself

“Thank you, meleth…” He’ll whisper, his ears red

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sotwk · 1 year

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Unnecessary Guardian (Legolas x FReader fluff drabble)

Summary: Legolas insists on secretly guarding his dear friend on her first patrols as a new Mirkwood Spider Hunter. (A/N: Reader does not actually appear in the story, but is alluded to as "She".)

Prompt: Story inspired by the Anonymous share received below:

Word count: 790

Rating: General Audience

Content: Fluffy implied romance, brotherly banter and ribbing, OC Mirkwood Prince, Feren

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For Anon: Thank you for inspiring me to write my first-ever drabble! I hope your job training continues to go well, and that having Legolas as your imaginary guardian gives you strength and confidence. <3

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

Unnecessary Guardian

Third Age 1254 Spring

Mirkwood

“It will be the last time I ask this favor, brother. I swear it,” insisted Legolas, twisting his body to narrowly avoid collision with a hunter ducking back out of the crowded armory shed.

Gelir rolled his eyes as he yanked a sheaf of arrows from the weapons rack and slid it into his leather quiver. “And last week, you swore it would be the one and only time.” With the younger prince stubbornly on his tail, he marched out to the assembly grounds, where over half of his unit had already gathered.

"I misjudged how long my protection would be needed."

“Needed?” Gelir barked a laugh as he strapped on the last of his gear. “If your conclusion from that patrol is that she needs anyone to protect her, then you must not have been watching very carefully. And that, honeg, would only render your gallant services even more unnecessary.”

Protests died on Legolas’s lips, silenced by the truth. His mind flashed back on the memories of that first attack, when a spider the size of an aurochs charged at your party from an underground lair. He had been following high above in the trees, as close as he could get without defying Gelir’s orders. He barely had a chance to raise his bow before your arrow found its mark dead center in the spider’s cluster of eyes. Hit in its most vulnerable spot, the creature collapsed writhing, leaving it to be finished off easily by the knives of your comrades.

“She outshot Feren at the range yesterday,” Gelir said, snapping Legolas out of his daze and making him wonder if his brother had snuck into his thoughts. The prince grinned and brandished two fingers at another hunter standing within earshot. “Twice.”

“Two times out of five rounds,” Feren called out with a shrug. “I got her in three.”

“Still a worthy achievement, from previously never being able to best you,” Gelir hollered over at his second-in-command. “She is learning and growing by leaps and bounds. I for one am eager to see how quickly she will rise in rank.

“Well, she should be arriving any second now,” Feren interjected, throwing a pointed glance at Legolas. “I would suggest heading off, unless you are willing to answer what I can only assume would be a string of uncomfortable questions should she find you here."

Legolas grabbed Gelir’s arm before he could walk away to join his unit. “Please.”

Something in the tone of his voice must have moved the older prince, because he stopped short to study him for a long pause. “All right,” Gelir finally said. “You may come along, like a sneaky little stowaway. Again.”

He tutted and held up a hand as Legolas’s expression cracked into a jubilant smile. “But only IF you admit that you are doing this not for her, but for you.” The Captain of the Spiderhunters grinned and clapped a hand on his arm. “Your attempts to feed me such frail lies is just insulting now, honeg. Solid, convincing lies, those I can respect. But this one is weak.”

Legolas raised his chin and fought vainly against the flush creeping up his neck.

“I believe she benefits from having me--”

“Tsk, no. Try again.”

Legolas hissed and turned away, clutching his head in frustration. Gelir was not one to magnanimously let an opportunity like this pass, not when he had him cornered like desperate prey. Any moment now, you were likely to appear at the clearing, and he would be caught without an excuse for being all this way across the kingdom, so far from the Elvenking’s Halls where his duties lay.

Legolas let out a slow, deep breath, then drew it slowly back in. “I…care about her,” he mumbled grudgingly, but as he released these words, a hard knot in his chest seemed to loosen with it. “I just want… I need to know she will not come to harm out there.”

At last, a smile that actually looked proud and sympathetic flickered on Gelir’s face. Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed his brother by the sides of his face and lightly knocked his forehead against his. Then just as quickly, he gripped him by the shoulders and gave him an affectionate little shake.

"Be more careful about staying out of sight. Only Feren and I are wise to this and we will cover for you if need be, but do not make it harder for us by inviting suspicion.”

“Annon allen. I am in your debt,” vowed Legolas, already backing away and preparing to make himself scarce.

Gelir laughed and waved him off. “You are still a fool! But that is a problem I shall help you fix another time.”

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 months

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Part 5

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

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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tamurilofrivendell · 3 months

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Crush | Legolas x Reader

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Summary: Reader is a royal guard who Legolas becomes enamoured by.

Word count: 2,990

requested by anonymous (happy (late, I'm sorry) birthday, I hope this was okay for you)

tags: @coopsgirl @birbixo0912 @desert-fern @ancient-rime @silverose365 @lady-of-imladris @asianbutnotjapanese @deadlymistletoe @thewulf @whiteladyofithilien

It was a recent change, you becoming a royal guard. Once an opening had become available, of course, you lunged at it. You had wanted for a very long time to attain such a position and thankfully your ambition and your skills had not gone unnoticed. You got what you wanted and soon settled straight into the role. Some days your duties seemed endless but you felt like you were protecting your home, helping to defend the realm you so loved, and it made even the most exhausting of days worth it.

This particular day, you were following the king himself around as he went from place to place tending to various different things. Usually Feren himself would have accompanied Thranduil, however he was away from the halls at a nearby settlement and you had been plucked from the rest to be the guard who went with the king this day and you did not think you could be more excited and more eager to not mess up.

It was a long afternoon.

You had gone to a meeting about various boring politics which you had zoned in and out of as you stood at the back of the room behind his chair. Then he'd trailed around various rooms checking on the armoury, the production of various things you didn't expect him to care much about such as cloth and flour, and also to the cellar to check on the wine stores. Now, you were walking away from the orchard, where the Orchardist had given a very unnecessarily in-depth talk about his apples and the large yield of the trees. He'd seemed exceptionally proud, which was nice, but he talked a lot longer than was necessary when it came to something like fruit.

"I think... he certainly knows an awful lot about apples." Thranduil mused as the two of you stepped onto the path. "And now I, too, certainly know an awful lot more than necessary about apples."

You stifled a laugh, not wishing to be rude but truthfully you had been bored stiff the entire time. Thranduil had not looked anything but attentive while you'd been fighting to keep your expression neutral, but he just had more practice than you did.

"It is good that our stores will not run low any time soon." You replied as diplomatically as you could, though the king caught the deeper feelings in your tone and he smirked a little in amusement.

"Indeed." It was, after all, a good thing that the trees produced such large quantities. Not just the apples, either. It meant their crop continued to thrive and they would not starve if he needed to close the gates for any reason. Not that he anticipated anything. "Anyway, I think I will be alright to return to my chambers alone, thank you. You may go."

"As you wish." You nodded, falling out of step with him and watching as he swept away and disappeared round the corner back into the part of the building that led to his private quarters. You stayed where you were for a moment, wondering what to do now, and then you turned around to head back to your own chamber. Perhaps a bath would be a nice idea after such a long day of trudging around and being on your feet.

As you turned, your eyes fell upon another figure a short distance away, sitting underneath a large tree in the courtyard with a bow between his fingers. Prince Legolas seemed to have already been looking at you when your gaze was drawn to him and you blinked, a bit taken aback by that fact. A beat passed and then you stepped towards his direction but his eyes immediately dropped to the bow in his hand as he went back to cleaning it, acting as if you no longer existed. Oh. He must not need anything after all then. You'd thought maybe he recognised your role when you'd been walking with his father but... no matter, you decided, turning away and heading away back down the path.

What you didn't see was the way Legolas' eyes flickered back up to watch your retreat. He had been sitting out here for about an hour now, taking his time while cleaning his bow and enjoying the mild weather. The bow had once belonged to his mother and he took more care of it than he did with his others. He had noticed his father coming through but he had not wanted to draw much attention to himself, the older elf had looked quite worn out. It wouldn't show to anyone else of course but to Legolas it was clear. He almost hadn't paid you any attention at first. When he had, he'd done a double take.

She's beautiful, was his immediate thought, something which brought a faint blush to his cheeks and so he was glad that nobody was paying too much attention to him. You'd made his father smile too, he noticed that, which only raised your merit in his eyes. After a few moments, when you were out of sight, he looked down again and went back to his bow. Interesting.

Three days later, you were one of the guards standing somewhere below the throne, keeping a careful watch while the king went through the rigmarole of people coming before him in audience to ask him for things or bring forward suggestions for his court and the realm.

Legolas walked into the room just as the last elf was escorted out. He strode right up the walkway towards the throne, intent on reaching his father to give him an appraisal of the forest beyond. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered towards where you stood... and he paused, coming to a stop altogether.

"Legolas." His father's deep voice shook him from his trance after a moment and he blinked up at Thranduil, who was looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Legolas shook his head, clearing his throat as he forced one foot in front of the other. "Ah... yes." He muttered, willing his cheeks not to flush, which luckily they did not. He launched into a rundown of what he'd seen in the forest and you could only stare at him for a long moment, confused at the prince's unusual behaviour, before you turned your eyes away, focusing them on the entrance to the throne room.

He was gone again quicker than you would have imagined but he stole another glance over his shoulder on his way out, eyes settling on you once again, just for the briefest of seconds, before he disappeared.

As you stared at the space in the doorway he had just occupied, you heard the sound of a snort being smothered from somewhere behind you. Turning, you looked up at Thranduil, who cleared his throat and looked stoic as ever but something about him almost looked amused. A glint in his eyes maybe?

"That is all, you may go." Was all he said as he rose, descended the steps and vanished just as his son had, leaving you staring after him as well. After standing frozen for a long moment, blinking in confusion, you left the room and decided to just put it from your mind. You must be imagining things.

The next two weeks passed in much the same manner. Legolas kept seeing you around everywhere he went as if you were haunting him. It was strange, he thought, that he'd gone so long without a glimpse and then suddenly you were everywhere. He thought he must just be an idiot. Overthinking it. You had not shown any interest and he felt like a bit of a weasel staring at you the way he had. Besides, he did not have time for anything, did he? He had things to do. He was a prince of the realm and he had duties...

...however, his mind did not let him rest. It tormented him with the image of you and eventually he decided he had to just say something, get it out of his system, and then he could go back to the way things were.

So, a day later, he approached you.

You had the day off and you were still trying to figure out how to spend it. You didn't feel like reading, you didn't feel like training, you didn't feel like doing much of anything but you were so bored that wandering around in the halls was driving you a bit mad.

"You look lost." Came a voice from behind and when you turned you saw Legolas standing there. You were startled, not answering immediately because it was the first time he had ever actually spoken to you.

"Mh?" Was your first very clever response, which made your face redden and, in turn, made him laugh. "I mean... uh..." You continued, scrambling to form actual words. He was smiling at you, kindly yes, but it was clear he was amused.

After another moment you laughed as well and the tension seemed to evaporate. "I am bored." You admitted.

"I see." Legolas chuckled, nodding as he turned his head to look around. The realm was quiet today, the halls barely occupied. "I was actually going to go into the forest." He turned his gaze back to your face, telling himself not to get lost in your eyes. "If... if you wanted to join me."

You couldn't be certain but it seemed as if the prince had stammered over his words a little. As much as you had not spent a lot of time around him, from what you'd seen that seemed unusual. A beat passed and then you smiled, nodding. "I'd like that."

His small, almost bashful, smile was enough to send your heart fluttering in your chest as he turned and gestured with his head for you to follow.

The forest was quiet too but in a different way than the halls. There it had felt a little suffocating in your boredom. Here it was peaceful. The change of scenery seemed to do your mind some good... though perhaps the company had something to do with it too.

Legolas was funny, you came to realise, once you got past his quiet, sometimes almost shy-seeming demeanour. He was charming... handsome, but that was not something you only found out today, no you'd thought that for quite some time already.

He took you on a mini tour of his favourite spots and then you both found yourself sitting up in a tree above a small pond, just talking. Getting to know Legolas made your heart stir in a way you would not have imagined. There was something about him, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, the intent look on his face as he listened to your responses as if he truly did not want to miss a single word, that had your stomach in knots and your eyes glued to his face.

You met him again the next day, and then the next. It became routine that the two of you would spend time together during time off from your duties. You even started sparring together in the training grounds and Legolas seemed impressed by your skill with a blade. You went on walks through the forest. You talked about your lives. He became such a close friend that it was a wonder to you that you had ever not had him in your life in this capacity at all.

One day, while you were both sitting by the river in the afternoon sun, you noticed that he was a little quieter than normal.

"Is everything alright?" You asked him outright after a moment of studying the way the tiniest bit of tension had crept onto his brow where usually there was nothing.

Legolas blinked, turning his eyes from the flowing water to your face. "Hm?" He asked, as if he had not even heard you.

"I asked if everything was alright." You repeated.

Legolas shook his head in response, contradicting himself when his response was a simple: "Oh. Yes, everything is fine."

You did not buy it. A beat passed in which you just stared at him with a raised eyebrow and he shifted under your gaze before letting out a sigh.

"Alright, I confess. There is... something on my mind." He said.

"What?" You asked, watching him glance down at the stick in his hands that he had been fiddling with for a time now. "Legolas." You prompted after a moment.

Legolas swallowed, as if nervous, though you could not understand why he would need to be that way around you. Until he spoke, of course.

"I have been thinking a lot lately." He said, his voice soft, gaze on the river before he gathered the courage to turn his face to look at you once more. "About us."

Us. It was like a magic word that sent a shiver through you as you stared back at him. Did he mean... as in...? You swallowed now, feeling your own nerves rise. "Us?" You asked in a way that urged him to continue.

Legolas nodded slowly, blue eyes studying your face closely. "Yes. Us." He repeated, wishing he had planned out what he wished to say in his mind, but of course he had not planned this moment with you today at all. He had not intended for his thoughts to become visible. "You see, I..." He glanced down, breaking the stick in half before discarding the pieces and looking back up at your face, the one that had plagued his thoughts since that first day he saw you with his father.

In that moment, he decided to just say it. All of it. Just tell you because somehow keeping it inside unspoken was worse. "I like you very much. As... more than just a friend."

The world almost seemed as if it stopped for a moment. A second where everything just froze, your gaze locked with his. Was this actually happening or were you still asleep and this was all some trick of the mind? "What?" Not what you'd wanted to say but it's what came out of your mouth.

Legolas, unfortunately, took this as a bad sign and he looked away again, clearing his throat as a slight crease returned to the space between his eyebrows. "I... I just mean that..." He went quiet.

"No, no..." You said quickly, shaking your head. Damn it! "I meant... well, since when?" You had not dared to think that the prince's interest in you would be anything but platonic. He had never shown any interest in you beyond that!

However, as you thought about it now, yes he had. In the way he spent almost all of his free time with you. The way he listened so closely and intently to every single thing you said, hanging off your every word. The smiles, the lingering glances. The time he'd picked a flower from the forest floor and tucked it behind your ear without saying a thing but the look in his eyes that you'd ignored had said more than any words ever could.

You'd turned a blind eye.

"I like you very much too." You managed. "More than a friend."

Legolas blinked in a way that made him look completely stunned, quickly turning his face back so he could look at you. He was quiet for a moment and then a smile started to spread over his face. "You do?"

You nodded quickly, desperate now not to make him think any longer that you had absolutely no interest. "Of course, yes, I... I was just surprised to hear you say it, I didn't think-"

"I thought I was quite obvious." Legolas half mumbled, chuckling as his cheeks turned slightly pink.

"Oh, you were." You joked, laughing softly. "But... I think... I was not paying attention."

A small, comfortable silence passed between the pair of you as Legolas kept his eyes on your face and you forced yourself not to look away either. His smile widened.

"Then..." He continued after a moment. "If I asked if I could... court you-"

"Yes!" The word flew from your mouth before he could fully finish his sentence, causing colour to creep into your own cheeks as you watched him chuckle with amusement at your eagerness.

"In that case," the prince said, standing up and offering you his hand to help you to your feet. "Tomorrow, we begin properly." His minds eye filled with images of a picnic in a beautiful spot, of getting to know you better than he already did but this time in the capacity he most wished... maybe a kiss, but he would not get too ahead of himself.

"But I have duties." You said, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you up onto your feet, your heart racing at the contact as it always seemed to do, an extra thrill of excitement in it this time. "I stand the throne room tomorrow."

Legolas paused and then waved his hand, turning to lead you back down the trail towards the halls once more. "Leave that to me." He was determined to spend the whole day with you, to begin this courtship properly.

After some prodding as to why Legolas wished to wrangle a day off throne room duty for one of the guards, Thranduil found out about the change in the relationship between you and his son. However, he did not look the slightest bit surprised as he poured some more wine into his cup with a barely concealed smirk.

"I did think it would have taken you a little less time to ask her, my son... but better late than never." Was all he said while Legolas did his utmost not to shift in uncomfortable embarrassment under the amused glint in his father's eye.

#legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas fanfic #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #lotr fanfic #hobbit fanfic #ugh i'm a little out of practice with legolas and he didn't fully cooperate like I wanted him to #but if I fiddle anymore with this I'll delete it lmao

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lamemaster · 1 month

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Made of Sugar

Request: Hi! Hope this finds you well, mind if i req for a Thranduil x reader where they're like telling legolas how they met, maybe they met during the war of the last alliance? anyways love ur work especially the angst but now i need some not angst? cus im actually going to cry lmao

Pairing: Thranduil x Wife Reader

Genre: Fluff

AN: This has been due a long time! I'm sorry for the delay but this writer suffers from smooth brain 98% of the time.

“Legolas Thranduilion!” Your voice rings out loud, breaking his thoughts. For once, he wishes his father's presence was there. “Have I not made it clear that you are not to go to the wine cellars?” You pinch your nose blinking furiously as was your habit when agitated.

Legolas hasn’t known love stronger than the one he has felt for you, his eme. Your stories, your songs, the little stars you paint on the roof of his room– Legolas absorbs them with the wide-eyed devotion of a sunflower turning its face to the first rays of the sun.

But all that love does not diminish the distress of your anger. You, the one who laughed most easily, whose smile could chase away any shadow, were now a storm cloud gathered over his head.

The familiar scent of cinnamon and woodsmoke that clung to you did little to soothe the storm brewing in your eyes. Legolas flinched – he knew the terrifying, steely glint that hardened your gaze when truly angered. It was a sight rarer than a dust storm in Greenwood, but all the more impactful when it came.

At barely 80 years old, facing your wrath felt far more daunting than any monstrous spider lurking in the Greenwood.

"You are too young," you said, your voice tight. "Just you wait until I tell Thranduil." You paced around the room, pinching the bridge of your nose, a telltale sign of your agitation. "Maybe he will listen and move the wine cellars away from the main palace."

Staring at the untouched cakes, Legolas yearned for nothing more than for this tension to pass. He longed to see your easy smile return. The sight of untouched cakes, usually a source of joy, only emphasized the heavy weight of your displeasure. He longed for the days when your laughter filled the room, chasing away any shadow.

“Beloved queen of mine,” Thranduil sauntered in, his footsteps barely a whisper on the polished floor. The scent of pine needles and leather, a familiar trail, announced his presence even before he entered. “The cellar unfortunately cannot be moved.” Thranduil is already in the process of taking off his heavy robes while detangling his hair from the crown's tiny branches.

Legolas watched with a flicker of worry as your eyes narrowed in annoyance before you gave up to help his ada. "He went in there today," your gaze felt heavy on him even as you busied yourself helping Thranduil detangle the crown. "What if he drank your wine? That thing is disgusting and Legolas is too young. You must move the wine somewhere else." You placed the crown on the table.

Thranduil threw him an amused grin as your back remained turned to them as you instructed the staff to bring fresh snacks and tea. "What if I didn't get there in time…good thing Feren was kind enough to inform me."

"I am disappointed Legolas," Thranduil looked at him without an ounce of anger, and your glare at the king of Greenwood told him that this did not go unnoticed by you. "But I am sorry, my love," He looked up at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, "The cellars must remain untouched. I would never in a million ages, change the place of our first meeting."

Legolas' breath hitched in his throat. You frowned. And Thranduil snickered in delight.

"You cannot be serious!" You replied indignantly.

"You met in the wine cellars?!" Legolas asked at the same time.

"We did, ion," Thranduil adds before you can cover his lips with your palm. Thranduil throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the room. A weird sight to see you this flustered, this agitated.

"We did not!"

"We absolutely did!"

"Well, I was 120," you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "You were not princeling."

The servants gawk at the term of endearment that slips past your lips. Some almost drop the trays of food as they put them in front of you. But both you and Thranduil are too taken by the task of bickering like decade-old elflings. "Oh yeah, I too was of age," Thranduil counters with a twinkle in his eye. "Almost of age. Only 4 years shy of it."

Thranduil straightens up, taking a playful bite into a fruit cake. "Four years too young, my love," you smirk, the topic of Legolas' transgression long forgotten. The steel of your rage softened into its original inky warmth.

"I acquiesce, my respected elder," Thranduil bows dramatically, sending another wave of laughter through the room. Legolas watched in amusement, a flicker of relief washing over him as the conversation shifted. Your voices rose in a playful argument.

Legolas, eyeing the untouched cakes, finally understood. Your gentle nature thrived beside his father, much like the sweetness of a cake is best appreciated with a pinch of salt.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil #legolas #fluff #tolkien #tolkien elves #family feels

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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!

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?

#lord of the rings #the hobbit #thranduil x reader #legolas #lotr x reader #thranduil x wife #hobbit x reader #gandalf the grey #idk what else to tag

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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So, first off, lemme introduce myself.

My name is Kay, at least that’s what I go by, my full name is Mikayla, but I prefer Kay. I tend to have many and I mean MANY hyperfixations on fictional characters, specifically marvel based. Marvel is my area of expertise, well to a degree. I do write for LOTR and Hobbit characters as well! It’s been a hot minute but I believe I can still do well with that field.

I enjoy writing! So please! If you ever have any ideas for the characters listed below from Marvel or LOTR/Hobbit. Please send requests my way! I’m better at writing when I have dreams about specific characters or if someone gives me ideas, because my neurodivergent brain can’t just simply come up with an idea on the spot.

I’ve made a post previously, but like, many many months ago about what I write, but this post will be pinned. I will go over what I write and don’t write again, I only write certain things because others I’m not familiar with writing, that or not comfortable with it.

Current characters that I write for:

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Tony Stark

Steve Roger’s

Bucky Barnes

Norman Osborn

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Stephen Strange

Otto Octavius

I will eventually add more characters!

LOTR/Hobbit:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lindir

Elrond

Feren

Kili

Fili

Thorin

Tauriel

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Star Wars (Sequels)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

(More will be added as I go)

Things I will write:

Fluff

Angst

I will write character x reader relationships, I will write parental figure character x reader, I will write platonic! Character x reader as well!

Things I WON’T write:

NSFW (at least not yet, I’ve never written it, therefore I’m not super familiar with it tbh, eventually I will come around to writing it! Im still starting out!

Incest, I do not condone it

I will not write non-con/rape fics

I won’t write dark fics, unless it is an angst fic. Such as sinister strange, I will write for characters like him as I can write angst fics with him included.

Most of my fics will be gender neutral based! If you want a Fem! Reader or male! reader please lmk

Because I am still relatively new to writing (I’ve only written maybe a maximum of 5? Fics?) if there is any other ideas you guys have that I can add to this post, please let me know! I need feedback! Any type of advice is good, unless it’s crude. If you’re going to be downright mean then don’t bother.

Requests are currently closed! If they are closed, please try to refrain from sending me asks, I will open them once I feel ready to do so. If they’re open, It may take me a few days tops to get to you as I work 5 days a week, but please do not hesitate to send in a request! Xx 😚

—->MasterList <—-

#peter parker x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius x reader #bucky barnes x reader #I think I have an issue but that’s okay 👍#lindir x reader #elrond x reader #thranduil imagines

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themerriweathermage · 1 year

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I posted 1,830 times in 2022

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#the gender of a slightly eldritch peredhel that's been raised by feanorians and has lost so much and yet still is as kind as summer

My Top Posts in 2022:

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6 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

The fact that you wrote a Celeborn fic makes you my favorite person ever! Nobody ever feeds this addiction for me!!!

I LOOOOOOOVE CELEBORN!!! Personally I think he's an underrated character but I never see any content for him because everyone ships him with Galadriel (I mean, fair tho; they are a legit power couple). But I mean...

Ugh, he's perfect. Feisty, feral, Doriathian Prince goodness.

7 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

10 crushes from 10 fandoms

I'm having a cackle cause I saw @errruvande and @mor-wen doing this and just had to join in. Am I even in ten fandoms?! Probably not. Too bad we're not ranking them from most to least problematic (aka Bren has a history of liking the bad guys)

Baron Quinn (Into the Badlands)

2. Jayne (Firefly)

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17 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

How am I expected to be normal about him?

Just...

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28 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In this house we stan Celeborn, Feral Prince of Doriath.

Lord of Lothlorien

Lord of the Galadhrim

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30 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #bro i am cackling #in this house we stan marton csokas as celeborn apparently

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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A Quite Nights Alone with You

A/n: this is just a little fluff for the heart, I certainly need it, it's for my favorite background elf who doesn't have enough screen time.

Feren x Reader

Bit of important background: Set after Bofa, Kili and Thorin are still alive, Reader joined the company at Imladris, they moved to the Greenwood after the Bofa.

Imagine: it's a quite night in Mirkwood so you decided to do some late night reading with the cool air on your balcony, your Husband decides to come home to surprise you, and you have never been more glad to have Feren by your side

Warm summer nights were always your favorite ever since you moved to the Greenwood, the cool breeze was always nice against the warm night, the town bellow was lit up with blueish lanterns, and you could just see the stars in between the leaves of the canopy.

The Greenwood was certainly different to Imladris, but your Husband couldn't exactly move to Imladris, he had a duty here, he was the Commander of the Kingsguard, besides, Legolas seemed to like that his best friend was back and had made the greenwood there home, instead of visiting on one of your father lord Elrond's many diplomatic trips.

Most of your day you had spent with the Prince, he had as normal come to the forge to request his dagger be fixed, once he saw you where the new forge master, which you hoped to keep secret, he stayed with you chatting his head off to you.

You sighed as you turned the page of your book, the greenwood had more books than Imladris and plenty you had not read, but Imladris had books the greenwood did not have.

You curled up in the chair, which you had put out onto the balcony to start reading, the book, you had become so engrossed in it, you did not hear the door open.

Thranduil had sent out the order to recall the patrols and kept the boarder guard on the patrols instead, as much as the king hated to admit it, he thought of you like a second child, given you and Legolas were almost attached at the hip, you always came as a pair, and Feren he thought of as a younger brother although he would never admit either of them, for one Elrond would most likely kill him for stealing one of his children and the second one was he would be to embarrassed he had a reputation to uphold.

Feren, as tired as he was, still wanted to surprise you, so he slipped out of the Window behind you, because the door was in your vision, Feren wrapped his arms around you and slouched down so he was leaning on you.

You jumped and almost threw the book over the balcony but instead whacked Feren in the face, you gasped seeing your Husband nursing his noise.

"I don't think you broke it" Feren said looking at your shocked face, you shot up and hugged him.

"I am so sorry, are you ok, I thought you wouldn't be back for another 2 weeks, on the second hand why did you sneak up on me" you said as Feren wrapped his arms around your waist, you kissed his bruised nose.

"I will be fine, I have had worse injury's, and Thranduil recalled my patrol, something about visitors from Lothlórien arriving soon, and for your last question, I wanted it to be a surprise, but obviously I can't do that anymore if you hit me with books" Feren said, you chuckled and rested your head on his shoulder

"Gi Melin Meleth nin" You said he hmmed in response waiting for you to realise your grandparents were coming, he rested his head on top of yours

"Wait, Lothlórien, I'm officially hiding until they leave, tell Thranduil, i don't exist and i didn't move here, tell him i went back to Imladris, wait no that won't work Galadriel can read minds" You huffed, Feren just picked you up and walked inside, you were already dressed for bed so he lay you down on the bed and walked off to get changed .

When he came back you were still figuring out plans to hide from your grandparents "We could run away, and hid in the woods somewhere, no Legolas would find us, make an unannounced trip to Imladris, to see my father, I would like to see him again" You said ignoring Feren as he slipped into bed and slipped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

"I can't take these unannounced vacations, i have to pass it by the king, and then find someone to command the guard in my place and there is a whole bunch of paper work to do and then i have to state how long i will be away for, it has to be planned" Feren said as he kissed your forehead.

"I suppose he could look over just one unannounced vacation to Imladris to visit my father" You said

"1 i have patrols, even if they are shorter i still have them, 2 i can't leave those patrols 3 Legolas would miss you and i doubt Tauriel wants to deal with a grumpy prince who's best friend 'disappeared' just because there grandparents are coming to meet with the king" Feren said

"What if I went alone" You said turning to him with a raised eyebrow

"I wouldn't let you go" Feren said pulling you into him, you chuckled.

"It was tempting, but your more tempting" you teased him, the tips of his ears grew pink.

"We should get some rest, the dwarf merchants from Erebor are coming and you wanted to speak with them, and i have patrol" Feren said

"I wonder if the dwarves would let me get my hands on some mithril or black iron, or try to get the dragon scales from Smaug's corpse, i bet i could make armour out of it" You said as a rhetorical question

"You saved their King and one of their princes, i am sure, they would be idiots to not do it, besides didn't Thorin give you his name of Oakenshield just because you took a page out of his book and used a oak branch as a shield to save him, that was stupid of you, i almost stormed up to raven's hill with Tauriel" Feren said

"Legolas was there, he had my back, and Kili lives here now so i doubt Thorin likes it" You said

"He's friends with an elf, may as well let his nephew live in an elven realm with his elvish lover" Feren muttered, you sighed

"Yeah I guess, besides i can't complain, Kili helps in the forge a lot, sometimes dwarven smiting is more efficient and better suited than elvish smiting, you should join us, i could teach you how to fix your sword and sharpen it, without you having to pull, I'm your husband card on me" you said with a laugh.

"what can I say, I like watching you work, although half the time I think you aren't actually Elrond's kid and Fëanor reembodied with how good you are" Feren said

"I don't know weather i should be offended or complemented" You said Feren laughed

"Why do you just come to the forge and watch, if you like watching me at work that much" you said with a smirk

"Sometimes I hate you" Feren said with his head in the side of your neck.

"Gi Melin ana Tindómiel nin" you whispered back to him as you wrapped your arms around him, Feren stayed resting on you until he noticed you had fallen asleep even with his moment you did not wake.

Feren wrapped his arms around your sides and he himself fell asleep.

Elvish Translations:

Gi Melin - I love you

Ana - to

Tindómiel - Morning star

Nin - my

Meleth - Love

Meleth-nin - my love

Tindómiel-nin - My morning star

A/n: i will probs make this into at lest a two part series i think

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a-contemplation-upon-flowers · 2 years

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Click and Drag: The Lord of the Rings: Your Roommates Edition

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awkwardkindatries · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 27: Voyeurisum

Feren/Reader/Elros

NSFW

Tags: voyeurism, facial, open relationship

Words: 883

When you had agreed to a night of passion in the woodland barracks you certainly hadn’t anticipated your captain luring you to his quarters with the key master in tow. Despite you and Feren having some form of a romantic relationship already established, every encounter was so fresh and lively that it almost felt brand new. This exciting new moment started as a light brush in the hallway mixed with a smidge of flirting, the next thing you knew you and your captain was pulling Elros into your quarters for an exploratory romp in the sheets.

Now here you lay, ass up in between the two of them as you prepare for your evening. In front of you sitting straight up on his knees sits your lover himself, Feren. His tunic has long since been discarded as he slowly works his fingers through the laces of his trousers. He stares intensely down at you, almost daring you to look away from this moment, from him.

Behind you sit Elros, working at pulling away the remnants of his clothes from his person as he kicks away his trousers from his ankles off to the side of the bed. Turning back to the scene before him, he scrambles back onto the mattress to sit on his haunches behind you, uncertain how to proceed despite taking in the exposed sight of your body. He looks to Feren for guidance to find his eyes are locked with yours as he gently pushes your prying hands away from his body, as he gestures behind your form to him.

“I’m sorry my love, tonight our friend will be taking care of you,” he says, lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he brings you into a soft kiss. When he pulls away the hand trails along your jaw for just a moment before retreating to his bottoms as he yanks them down to his knees, now fully exposed. Looking up to Elros he smiles, “well my friend? Show her rapture.” He states, giving his blessing. He brings his hand down to grasp his cock as he stares down at the scene before you, slowly working himself to the view.

With Ferens permission, Elros trails his hand below the curvature of your ass as his fingers brush against the blossoming arousal at your center. Working his fingers slowly between your folds, he gets his fingers nicely coated before slowly working one into you. He bites his lips at the soft moan that leaves you as you remain bent over, taking whatever he has to offer. After a few firm pulls of his fingers his second finger breaks through your entrance to stretch you further alongside the other.

You feel the beginnings of whines creep up your throat as you do your best to not be too loud, to avoid the moans from trickling down the hallway. As Elros pulls his fingers free he lines himself up against your core and begins to rock against you, sliding himself slowly between your thighs as he works himself up to the moment that he takes you. A moment later and he pushes in, the tip of his cock spearing the depths of your being as he clutches tightly at your hips hunched over as he tries to settle himself. You keen in response as your back arches forcing your hips flush against the Ellon nestled inside of you. Your breath is hot and heavy as you plead for more and who was Elros to deny such a beauty in a moment you didn’t have to share with him.

He straightens his back and watches intently at the spot that the two of you are connected as he slowly pulls himself out of your tight entrance before roughly pushing back in, enraptured by absolute bliss. He continues his sharp pace, allowing your pleas and cries to surround his being as you drool in your sheets below. Your eyes remain forward as Feren strokes himself to the pace that his companion works your body, imagining the well-known feeling of your cunt around him instead once more.

It’s almost too much as Elros begins to desperately pound away at your insides in a way that makes you bare down around him, already seeking your end. Without much more effort Elros is spilling deeply inside of you pushing his hips as firmly against you as possible, the heat of his cum mixed with the motion of his dick twitching inside of you pushing you over into your own end. Clamping down around him tightly as you take the Ellon for all he’s worth. In your moment of bliss you had almost forgotten your lover above, only brought back to the moment with him at the warm feeling of spray speckling your cheeks in thick globs. You look back up to meet eyes with him once more at the satisfaction across his face as his cock still rests in hand, small drops of stringy cum still dripping out from the tip looking you eye to eye.

You bite your lip in excitement as a slew of naughty ideas cross your mind with two willing Ellons at your disposal, the most prominent being that you should invite company to your quarters more often.

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