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[multific]

Whatever the Queen Wants

Thranduil x Reader

Summary: On a boring day you have time to walk around, and recall different memories from your past.

You loved taking walks in the woods and your gardens.

Seeing your kingdom bloom and glow just did something to you, it was special.

Spring was your favourite season. Seeing new life everywhere around you made you want to be a mother once again.

You could still recall when your son was born.

Legolas became the center of your world in a simple moment. As soon as the midwife-elf placed him in your arms, it was over.

Both for you and for your husband.

He was the cutest little elfling you have ever seen. Looked just like your husband but behaved just like you.

Even when he was little, you took him out to the gardens on walks, showing him the world. Every single time you looked at all the different rose bushes or hydrangeas all you could see was him as a little elf let's elfling playing amongst them, you just wished you had something to capture that moment with so you would be able to show it to your husband.

Now Legolas was a fully grown up elf, who was more interested in all the different kinds of fighting styles than nature, and also your husband did sometimes had time to spend with you right now he was too busy with his kingly duties, so you were left alone to walk the woods and your gardens.

And that is exactly what you were doing that day. You woke up and somehow amazingly sunny it was that day, so you made your way out to your favorite place in the garden. Your favorite place was where there were these huge hydrangea bushes, all different colors and shapes and sizes you loved every single one of them.

That part of the garden was a present from your husband to you as an anniversary gift. Since he knew how much you adored flowers, he added every single flower that she liked to the garden just to please you.

There were different statues as well in the garden, all of them beautiful.

You left out a long side on your way to your favorite bench. If only you could have the two men who meant so much to you there with you.

You felt so lonely at that moment, it might sound arrogant to some people that the queen was complaining but you really were rather sad that you had to spend such a nice day all alone although you did enjoy every second of it and you did make the best of it, but you still missed both of your boys.

Maybe that's why the idea of having another child was so inviting to you, then you would have finally someone who would need your attention all day long and they would give your attention all day long as well before they grow up. You missed that, you missed having someone who relied on you so much. Legolas it's already too old for him need you in such a way. Even If he did sometimes come over to you asking for your advice it wasn't the same.

When you tried to hint a new baby to your husband but he was too oblivious for your tries or he simply didn’t want to tell you that he did not want another child.

So, you didn’t bring the topic up after that. Although, it did hurt a little bit, you were happy with your life. Even if you felt lonely at times like this, you were happy.

“Naneth,” you heard someone say.

“Oh, Legolas. What are you doing here?” you asked as your son came over to you and sat down next to you.

“You looked lonely, Mother. So, I came to keep you company. Is Father still in a meeting?”

You offered him a kind smile, it warmed your heart that he thought about you.

“He is. But you don’t have to be here, I am not lonely, I have my flowers, you should practice.”

“Nonsense. No training or practice is more important than you, Naneth.”

“Thank you. How was your day?” he always loved to show or talk to you about his training. Ever since he was little he was a quick learner.

“Really good…” then he went on and on about his day. Telling you everything about swords, bows and more.

If you were honest you never truly understood everything he said or referred to but you still listened with a smile. Seeing him be so interested and happy about something warmed your heart.

You listened to everything he had to say. Every single word.

You saw so much of your husband in him. But you were there as well. You still couldn’t believe that you had the privilege to be the mother of this exceptional elf.

“Adar!” said Legolas out of nowhere which made you look the way he was looking. And you saw your husband, walking towards the two of you.

“Nin hén, Nin mel, what are you two doing out here in such an hour?” you failed to notice that the sun started to go down.

“Mother was lonely so I came over to give her some company.” replied Legolas as Thranduil joined you.

“It is getting late, it would be best if we all headed to rest.” you said and both of them agreed. Thranduil guided you towards your chambers after you said your goodbyes to your son.

“We have a wonderful child.” he said as you laid down in bed.

“Indeed, I cannot believe he is so big, I feel like I can still recall holding him as a young elfling.” you let out a long sigh at the happy memory as you felt your husband’s arms move you towards him. “I have been thinking, Nin mel.”

“About?”

“Another child.” Thranduil almost jumped up as you said that.

“A-another?”

“I have been feeling lonely with Legolas leaving us so frequently and with you being in meetings all day. I always wanted a daughter as well, you know that.”

“I do. I know it.”

“It was a silly idea.” you said after his long silence. “Forget it, Thranduil. I’ll be fine.”

“We can have another child. I’m only thinking of ways to ensure it would be a girl.” his confession nearly made you choke on air, then you smiled.

“No need. I would be happy with a boy as well.” you said as you pulled him closer and kissed him.

Thranduil knew, whatever the Queen of Mirkwood wanted, she got it.

Translation:

Naneth – Mother

Adar – Father

Nin hén – My child

Nin mel - My love

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[faeriichaii]

Heyyy, I hope you are doing alright!

I wanted to request a kinda mean but later soft Thranduil x Shy Fem!Reader smut ♡ in which the Reader loves to read and sneaks into a forbidden part of the library and gets caught by Thranduil ;) ♡

Bookworm ~ Thranduil x Fem!Shy!Elf!Reader

A/N: Omg never did I ever expect to see a Thranduil request (even more shocking that it is a smut request🤭) But sure, I can do that for you <33 (Ngl I was very scared about writing this cause Thranduil is like such a hard character for me to write but I obv still appreciate it when I get him requested <33)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, bj ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes <33 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hiril vuin ~ My Lady ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Agórel vae ~ You did well ࿐ྂ

Summary: Legolas let the secret of a restricted area in the library slip, which makes you of course very curious. So after deciding to enter the forbidden part, you get caught by none other than the elven king himself.

Enjoying the serene chirping of the birds, you turned the page of your book. You sat under a tree in the beautiful garden of Mirkwood. The book in your hand only had a few pages left and you just had to know how the story of the princess goes. Does she get her happy end or does the prince of hearts decide to take her down? You don’t know yet, however you are very keen to find it out. A soft gasp left your lips, as your book was taken out of your hands. “Isn’t this one of the books in the restricted area?” Legolas asked, as he turned the book around to quickly skim over the summary. His finger was still placed between the pages, in order to not make you lose the spot you have last read. He once did it by accident and he still hasn’t really recovered from the hell that you let loose upon him.

“Restricted area? I never saw a restricted area.” You said, as you stood up from your place on the ground and snatched the book out of Legolas’ grasp. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.” The prince began to walk away from you, however you couldn’t just let him go after he dropped this very important secret. “Wait Legolas! You can’t just walk away now. Where is this restricted area?” A sigh left his lips as you stood beside him and looked up at him with your big eyes. “My father would kill you if he spots you in there (Y/N). It really isn’t even worth it. The only person who walks in there is him and I sometimes join him, and let me tell you, the books are mostly on history about middle earth and nothing special.” He tried to reason with you, but you were insisting on finding this so-called restricted section.

“Legolas, we have been friends for more than just centuries, you do know me and you certainly know that I know the layout of the library better than anybody else. So how come I have never seen the restricted area?” Legolas stopped walking, which made you also stop in your tracks. “There is a mechanism to it. You have to pull a lever in order to open the restricted area and enter it. But (Y/N)…” He turned towards you and grabbed your shoulders tightly. “You really can’t enter. If my father finds out, that you have been in the restricted area, then he will certainly send you far away or set an even worse punishment upon you.” His worried eyes locked onto your own. You gave him a reassuring smile, before shaking his hands off from your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I will not go in there. I promise.” What the prince didn’t saw, were your crossed fingers, that were hidden away in the pages of the book you now desperately wanted to return to the library.

After you said your goodbyes to Legolas, you decided to take a detour to the library. Just to put away the book you still held onto tightly. No other reason. Opening the big wooden doors, you walked towards the designated shelf and put away the book. Turning around, you scanned the whole room for any kind of lever. You walked towards the few golden candle holders, that were attached to the wall. Letting your fingers graze over the cold metal, you carefully tried to pull it, however it didn’t budge. A sigh left your lips as you continued to stroll around the library. You have been walking around for quite some time, until you noticed a little shelf that is tucked into the corner of the room. Examining it, you decided to try and search through the books, if they possibly could be the lever, you have been searching for.

Your eyes focused on a dark green book. The golden edges almost seemed to glow, as you let your fingers trail over the intricate design. Gently pulling on the book out of the shelf, you heard a click. The shelf started to move to your right, opening a small staircase to you. A smile spread across your lips, as you decide to walk down the few steps. Your eyes widened at the few shelves, that lined the stone walls of the small room. Each of the shelves were filled with various books and scrolls, some even in a language you can’t read. ‘How to Brew the Perfect Concoction’ or ‘Middle Earth: Past, Present and Future’ were only a few of the titles you have read on the spines. You took out a dark blue book, dusted it off and read the title. ‘The Golden Egg: A Guide for Dragons’. You didn’t even know that there was a book, explaining how to care for dragons. Putting it back on the shelf, you continued to stroll around the room. Time flew by quickly, as you read various pages of different books, and scrolls, until you found one you really wanted to take back upstairs. Tucking it in your small bag, you walk back up the stairs, pulled the lever that was attached to the wall and walked out. It only took you a few steps until you realized that the king himself was browsing through a shelf that was a little too close to the opening of the restricted area. His eyebrow raised, as he spotted you walk out of the direction of the small shelf. A blush dusted your cheeks, as you quickly did a curtsy and muttered a ‘My King’ in greeting. He mustered you from head to toe, until he noticed the small book that was peeking out from your bag.

You were ready to quickly exit the library, until Thranduil began to talk. “You did not perhaps take a book from a shelf you are not supposed to touch?” He asked, almost daring you to lie to him. The blush on your cheeks intensified, as you looked up at him. “I don’t think I understand, my king. I just took this book from a shelf that I have inspected earlier.” His eyes moved from your own, towards your bag again. “Well, I do hope so. If you would ever enter places, you are not meant to be in, than you will leave me with no choice but to set a punishment upon you.” He spoke, authority dripping with each word. A shudder spread through your body, as your mind registered his words. “Of course, my king. I would never do such a thing.” You smiled softly at him, before politely curtsying and leaving him be in the library. After walking through the big wooden doors, you let out a deep breath you didn’t even knew you were holding. Hopefully the book will be worth the trouble.

A few days passed and you devoured each and every single word, that was written on the pages. Hence you were once again standing in the middle of the restricted area, searching for another book to pass your time. You were at the furthest corner of the room, intensely reading a scroll, that you have found, until you heard the sound of the shelf moving. How come the shelf is moving? Your eyes widened, as the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs echoed throughout the room. Quickly shoving the scroll back into the shelf, you hid behind the burgundy armchair, that was tucked in a neat corner of the room. Holding your breath, you watched as Legolas entered the room together with his father.

“Why are we down here father?” The prince asked, as he let his fingertips glide over some of the dusty books. “We need to search for a scroll. It should be wrapped with a red ribbon around it.” A shudder went down your spine, as you spotted the red ribbon you have removed earlier from the scroll on the ground. In the exact same moment, Legolas picked it up from the floor and wrapped it around the scroll you carelessly shoved into the shelf. “I think I have found it.” He said and presented the item to his father. The king raised an eyebrow at the unravelled scroll. “Did you start reading it already?” “No, not yet.” Legolas answered, wrapping the ribbon around the paper and walking towards the stairs, in order to leave the room. He tilted his head, as he noticed that his father didn’t follow him. “Do you need something else?” “Yes, but you can already start reading the scroll if you want.” Thranduil said, his eyes still carefully scanning the room. Your head was ducked, in order to not get spotted by his hawk-like gaze.

The fading footsteps of Legolas leaving the room made you feel a little bit more relieved. However, you still felt Thranduils looming presence in the small space. “There is no need to continue hiding Hiril vuin.” His voice still seemed a little too far away for him to have spotted you. “You think I didn’t know you took the book from this very room?” Steps slowly started to approach your hiding location, making you duck even further behind the armchair. “I was the one who sorted through the books and scrolls and decided if they would be fit for this restricted area of the library. You weren’t even supposed to know of its existence. So how exactly did you find this room?” His feet stopped in front of the burgundy armchair. “And how dare you lie to me and still hide away like a little mouse.” A shameful blush dusted your cheeks, as you slowly stood up from your position on the floor. “My king, I can explain-“ He waved his hand, signalling you to stop talking. His eyes were filled with rage, as he deeply looked into your own ones. “You lied and now expect me to listen to your pathetic excuse?” You swallowed thickly, looking down at your feet. “You leave me with no other choice but to banish you.” “Banish me?” Your head whipped up, eyes wide and lips parted. Your heart beat faster and faster, as the punishment of your actions settled into your brain.

“Please my king, don’t banish me! I will do any other punishment that you are willing to put me through, but I am begging you, don’t banish me from Mirkwood.” Hands clasped in front of you, you fell down on your knees in front of him. Tears were lining your vision as slight panic settled into your body. You can’t get banished. You have family and friends in Mirkwood and where else are you supposed to go? The king raised an eyebrow, as you kneeled in front of him, pleading him for mercy. “You are willing to do anything?” You quickly nodded at his question. Hope filled your mind and soul as you stood up from the ground. Thranduil took a step closer to you. His right hand wiped a tear away, that escaped your eyes. Heat spread through your body at the realization of your close proximity.

“Show me how much you want my forgiveness.” He whispered, his fingers holding onto your chin. A shaky breath left your lips, as you let your eyes trail down to his own. The magnetic pull towards him was almost unbearable. The urge to just put your lips over his own and entangling your hands in his hair driving you crazy. You looked back up into his eyes, that were glistening over with unspoken want. Grasping his shirt, you quickly pulled him down, encasing his lips with your own. His hands held onto your waist, pulling you closer. You let your hands slowly trail from his chest to his neck, as you opened your mouth, letting your tongue entangle with his in a passionate kiss.

Thranduil separated from you. Your cheeks were bright red, as you took a few breaths to relax from the heated kiss. “Can’t you take more than a mere kiss Hiril vuin?” His head tilted to the side, as mockery dripped from every word he muttered. A huff left your lips. “I can take more than you think.” And with that you pulled him down once more, kissing him even more feverously than before. His grasp on you tightened, as he approached the armchair. Parting from you, he sat down on the plush furniture. His legs were slightly spread, as his arms leaned on the armrests. Your eyes trailed his form, until they stopped at the slight tent, that seemed to grow in his pants.

“Let’s see how well you listen to my orders now. Take off your clothes.” Your hands went to your shoulders. Fingers grazing over the fabric, you took your time pulling the sleeves off of your body. Your dress gently slid down your body, as it pooled on the ground. Eyes still focused on the king who sat in the armchair, you hooked your fingers into your panties. Pulling them down, you stepped out of the pile of clothes and began to approach Thranduil.   

His eyes trailed over your body, leaving a hot trail as they go. Your walls clenched around nothing, as you inspected him. “What do you wish me to do next my king?” A chuckle left his lips. His fingers motioning you over. “I want you to prove your statement. You said you can take more than I think, so I want to see how much you can really take.” Thranduil unbuttoned his pants, lifted his hips from the chair and discarded the garment on the ground. His cock was long and thick. A soft gasp left your lips. You moved down on your knees in front of him, your mouth mere inches away from his tip. “My king, will you allow me to take a taste?” Innocence laced your voice, as you looked at him through your lashes. He nodded at your suggestion.

At the approval, you wrapped your hand around his base. Your mouth encased his red tip, gently sucking on it. A shuddered breath came from Thranduil, as he held onto the back of your head with one hand, making you moan softly at his touch. You took more of him into your mouth, gagging slightly at the process. Your tongue stroked the vein of his cock as you slowly started to bop your head up and down, hand covering the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth. Groans could be heard from the elven king, as his piercing eyes stared at how well you took him with your mouth. Your walls clenched around nothing and you could feel your wetness almost drip onto the floor. Craving to be touched, you let your free hand wander to your clit. “Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Retreating your hand from yourself, you let out a sad whine. Thranduils hand pulled on your hair gently. You let his cock go with a ‘plop’ and tilted your head to the side, awaiting your new order. “Sit down.” He said, patting his thighs.

Standing up from the ground, you placed your legs on each side of his. Cold air hit your dripping core, making you gasp. Thranduils hands grasped your hips tightly as the tip of his cock grazed your swollen clit. A whine escaped your lips at the intimate touch. “I want you to ride me. Work for it and earn your orgasm.” His lips brushed against your ear. You took his cock into your hands and aligned it with your entrance. Slowly you sank down, the feeling of the stretch making you part your lips in a silent cry. A groan from Thranduils lips bounced off the walls. You tightly held onto his shoulders, as you let yourself settle down and embrace his sheer size inside you completely. He was longer and thicker than you expected. After a few seconds of letting your pussy adjust to his size, you started to slowly move up and down. The elven kings hand trailed up your body, to grasp your boobs and twirl your nipples between his fingers.

Moaning at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix and completely filling you up, you connected your lips to his. The wet squelching sound of your pussy filled the small restricted area of the library. A familiar warmth spread through your lower region. Thranduil detached himself from your lips and leaned towards your ear. “Are you really already close? Is my cock so satisfying to you?” He gently bit into your elven ear, making you gasp out loudly. Your walls squeezed him tightly, welcoming him even deeper into your core. The king let his hand travel down your body, his fingertips gently leaving a trail. He drew circles on your swollen clit, making you arch your back.

The knot tightened, as your walls clenched on his dick. “Don’t cum yet. You have to wait. After all, it is still a punishment.” A whine left your lips at his words, only wishing to let the orgasm wash over you. “Please.” You begged him, as he even start to move his hips upwards, matching your rhythm. “What do you want Hiril vuin? Use your words.” “Please Thranduil, let me cum.” The sound of his name leaving your lips makes his dick twitch inside you. His hand grabbed your chin and pulled you in for another quick kiss. The heat that travels through your body is unbearable, as you try to hold back your orgasm. “You can cum Meleth Nin.” And with that, the knot unravelled and you came, squeezing his dick inside you. His big hands moved towards your hips, shoving you up and down on his dick at a relentless pace. Whining at the overstimulation, you buried your head in his neck. After a few more thrusts, you felt his cock twitch, as he filled you up with his seed.

He continued to move inside you for a few more times, before pulling out. His cum mixed with your own slowly started to trickle out of your core. “Agórel vae Meleth Nin.” Thranduil held your warm face in his hand, thumb drawing circles onto your cheek. He gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “Do you still wish to banish me my king?” You asked him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I think you proved that you definitely deserve my forgiveness Hiril vuin.”

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[heliads]

Hello dear friend!!🥰 I've just seen that you enjoy writing for the hobbit and I'm currently in my hobbit phase so here I go requesting again:)

I've been daydreaming this for some time now and it's kind of complicated: reader x kili

I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense: Reader is an elf with magical healing powers. (Slightly different than the usual elvish powers) Reader is their father's child (their father being known for his powerful healing magic, power bestowed on his child now.) The power works like this: their blood is the healing factor. The blood used in potions or incorporated in objects -like a sword dipped or a necklace that contains the liquid- will save someone's life at a great cost- draining the blood will kill these two elfs.

Reader's father died, having been hunted and drained of his blood, so Gandalf and Elrond took maters in their own hands, adopting Reader. Years later, they join Thorin's company because of a secret prophecy. Reader is bound to a curse - "you must help another gain their home, to pay for the loss of your own, even at the cost of life." - the prophecy implies that Reader might lose their life at the end of the quest.

So, on this journey Reader and kili fall in love, and reader gifts each dwarf with an object drenched in their magical blood. (Having become close to all of them)

We reach the end, the battle of five armies, and Durin's line survives but did reader?

I'm gonna let you decide the plot in general, on what you're gonna focus and the end of course. I hope you like the idea and I hope it makes sense:)))

Thank you so so much🥰🥰 Lysm❤️❤️

oh this is SO GOOD. omg your ideas are fantastic every time. i will be thinking about this for the rest of my life

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Rumor has it that a quest will be coming soon to Rivendell. You have been sensing it for weeks now, the journey itself pacing closer and closer with feather-light footsteps on your skin. It takes only the arrival of the dwarves to this golden city of the elves for your suspicions to be confirmed, and even then, you are not truly sure of your role in it until an audience is to be held.

No one quite knows what to make of the company of Thorin Oakenshield. It is doomed to fail, of course, but the troubling odds could lend it the favor of Fate, and thus allow them to succeed after all. The future has a penchant for hopeless causes, you’ve noticed, and oftentimes the worse the chances of survival, the more likely it is that a ragtag group of heroes will make it through in the end.

Not all of the Rivendell elves share your sentiments. They could be biased due to their natural hatred of dwarfkind, but even then, you can’t deny that the journey to retake the Lonely Mountain may only meet with peril after all.

Still, the dwarves will try, and that alone must give them at least some credit. Lord Elrond is meeting with Thorin at the moment, accompanied by Gandalf the Grey in the hopes of entertaining more rational ideas.

They only speak for about half an hour before a messenger appears with a summons to meet them. You were wondering how long it would take until then, until the moment when the stars would start to align and they would realize that Thorin’s goal of reclaiming the title of King Under the Mountain sounded an awful lot like the answer to a goal of your own.

There are two characteristics about you that would make you so interested in a quest like this. The first is that of your bloodline. Your healing abilities have long since exceeded those of a normal elf’s ever since you were born. It is in the L/N family history that all in your dynasty share marvelous powers to cure any ailment, eliminate any wound.

The answer lies in your blood. One drop is all it takes, even to bring somebody back from the brink of death. You’ve seen it done before. Your father had taught you the joys of being able to give life to those in need of it. Now, he lies in an unmarked grave not even you can find, his corpse discarded by mercenaries after they drained him of his blood one dark night when the two of you were on opposite sides of the countryside.

You had been only a child then, and learned the news when it was delivered to you by Gandalf. By then, the mercenaries would have been after you for the same fate that befell your father, so the wizard took you to Rivendell. Lord Elrond accepted you into his ranks without another thought, and you’ve been living here ever since.

All this time, however, you’ve been waiting. The world likes to balance out its scales, you’ve noticed, and your family could never be host to such a wonderful gift without having to pay its price quite literally in blood. The ability to heal so successfully has to be carefully guarded, not only for your own life but for that of your family as well. Had your grandfather still been alive, the death of your father would have killed him, too. 

So it would go all the way up the bloodline:  for any ancestors that were still alive when a child was drained of their blood, they would die as well. If they could not protect their own, they would not deserve the gift.

The children are punished too, even if the death of their father would not kill them. There exists a prophecy, carved in stone somewhere on a cliffside long since fallen to rubble. One elf of your bloodline must embark on a quest to help another gain their home, to pay for the loss of their own even at the cost of life.

It could be your life. It seems the most likely, anyway, as your father has already died, leaving you with no surviving relatives who could otherwise take on the prophecy. Others in your history have tried to fulfill the prophecy, because the story goes that finishing that oath may remove the curse set upon your bloodline, but none have been able to succeed in all their centuries.

However, it appears that you may have a chance today. Thorin Oakenshield’s quest certainly does seem to fulfill the requirements of the prophecy, as to take back the Lonely Mountain would indeed gain him and the dwarves their home.

The only question lies with convincing one of the proudest dwarves to accept the help of an elf on his journey. Thorin takes some arguing, but in the end, he consents in a show of great reluctance. You don’t believe that he truly finds fault with your presence, however, and neither do the rest of the dwarves.

You are introduced to the rest of the dwarves later that night, and find them to be a raucously fun bunch, if lacking a little in proper decorum. This is to be expected, of course, and you have a feeling that you’ll be grateful for their candor over the duration of such a difficult journey.

This is especially proven true in your friendship with one dwarf in particular. You grow closer to Kili, nephew of Thorin, in far less time than you expected. He is kind, with a good heart, and seems eager to make you smile whenever possible. If he only does it to prove that elves are capable of typical emotion, well, that’s between him and himself alone.

Such conversations find you one night, late into the dusk, camped out in the rocky bluffs a few days’ travel from Rivendell. A campfire is burning in the center of the encampment, although disguised behind a great deal of rock and protective coverings to ensure that no one could spot it from across the mountains. Most of the other dwarves are asleep, but it’s your turn to be on watch. Instead of going to sleep when Kili’s shift was up, he has elected to speak with you instead.

His face always seems to grow more sharp in the dark, with the occasional tongue of flame providing just enough light to see the cleft of his jaw, the sharp flash of his dark eyes. “I must confess, although you’ve spent more than enough time explaining your abilities and prophecy, I still have a few questions. Do you mind answering them, or have you tired of our prodding?”

Kili says it with a smile, although you can tell that he asks in earnest. You smile at him in return.

“Ask away,” you say, “although I’m afraid I don’t have much additional information to share. All I know is what my father managed to tell me before he died, and that was a long time ago.”

Kili frowns. “It still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Why is it that you wouldn’t die when your father was murdered?”

“It only kills those higher up in your bloodline,” you explain, “For example, when my father passed, no one older than him was still alive, so he died alone. Had he survived and I was drained of my blood instead, he would have been killed as well.”

Kili’s brow furrows, the light from the stars glancing off of it as you watch. “That doesn’t seem right. Why should so many in your family be forced to die for someone else’s greed?”

You tilt your head up to the sky. Out of your corner, you can see Kili shift so he can look at you more easily without your noticing. “It is imbalanced, but somehow quite fair. If a father could not protect his child, why should he be suffered to live? The system is brutal, yes, but fair. Is there not nothing you would do for your family? Why not die for them?”

Kili nods solemnly. “How does your family survive with this sort of curse on your bloodline? How could any generation live long enough to continue on the line if one child dying could wipe out every ancestor? Surely they would have died out long ago.”

You shrug. “Secrecy, I suppose. If you stay on the run long enough, you can make sure your child stays alive long enough to take care of themselves when the parent dies. It never works well for any of us, though.”

Kili’s gaze is contemplative. “We’ll take care of you, then. We’ll keep you safe. Even after the quest,” he says, voice suddenly serious, “I mean it, stay with us. We wouldn’t be happier than to keep you with us.”

You smile at the thought of it. “I would rather think that you’d be sick of me by the time the quest ends. You may want to wait on that invitation until you’re more certain of my character.”

“I know enough of your character to know that I would not want to leave you so easily as a stranger might,” Kili says simply, and for some reason, the intimate truth in his eyes leaves you silent for the rest of your watch shift.

It is not only Kili that grows on you, despite your admitted preference for him over the others. As the weeks turn into months, you realize that what Kili said had been true. The dwarves of Thorin’s company are more than willing to lay down their lives for you, and in turn, you feel the need to do the same.

There is one more aspect to the curse upon your bloodline, one more thread to the tapestry that has hung over your head all this time. Your blood can also be used as a more physical safeguard. If you drench a talisman in your blood, it can be used to save the life of the wielder. It comes with a severe cost, as all forms of your gift must surely follow suit. If someone comes back to life due to a talisman covered in your blood, you will die in their stead.

It is only fair. To rob Death of a victim would be far too great a gamble. Like you said, the world likes to balance itself out, and everything must have its consequences. You have accepted this truth a long time ago, although it takes the dwarves of Thorin’s company far longer to reach the same point.

You still insist on gifting them all with a talisman coated in your blood. By now, they’ve become far too dear to you for you to risk their lives, and this feels like a natural step. If anything, by dying for them if they use their talismans, you’ll be fulfilling the prophecy, and at least then the ghosts of your ancestors can rest easy knowing that their great responsibility has been answered at last.

The one hero who has the greatest problem with accepting a talisman is Kili. He staunchly refuses to take anything that might have a cost to your life, and you end up having to convince him over the course of several days to even entertain the idea.

He still seems unhappy with it, despite your strongest reasoning. “I can’t ask you to do this, Y/N. I can’t ask you to put yourself at risk for me.”

“And I can’t ask you to die for me, Kili. I want to do this, I swear. It’s worth it. No one else would die, only me. How could I possibly object to this fate, dying to save a friend? Who could ever object to such an honor?” You respond.

“I could object,” Kili sighs, “I could object to anything, if it meant losing you.”

You meet his gaze earnestly. “Then you would have to admit that I feel the exact same way. There’s no guarantee that you’ll even have to use it, right? Just take something, please. For me.”

Kili looks around for some sort of last defense, but relents in the end. “Fine,” he says, “for you.”

You nod and reach into your pocket to grab a thin gold chain. Cradling it in your palm, you raise a knife in your other hand so you can summon up the blood necessary to complete the talisman. Just before you can cut your skin, however, Kili holds up his hand.

“Wait!” He says urgently.

You look at him in confusion. “I thought you were alright with it.”

“I am,” Kili agrees, “but I would rather use something else for the talisman. Here, take this.”

You recognize the smooth stone even before he presses it into your palm– his mother had given it to him, Kili had told you about it earlier. 

He sees your surprise, but keeps your fingers firmly folded around the surface of the rock. “It represents a promise I made to my mother that I would come back to her,” Kili whispers, “I’d like to make a similar promise to you.”

Your breath sparks in your lungs, standing here with his hand so resolutely on yours. It takes a moment to collect yourself long enough to nod your assent, and even when Kili removes his touch from yours, you swear you can still feel a ghost of it on your fingers.

In the end, Kili accepts the gift of your blood just as the other dwarves do. You feel better knowing that they’ll be safe if anything should happen. The fact that you might die to save them is insignificant; you have been destined for an early grave ever since the day you drew your first breath. At least now you have some sort of safeguard in place for the rest of them.

Despite your reassurance to Kili, it appears that they might have some use for the talismans after all. Your party manages to make it to the Lonely Mountain after all, and Smaug falls after a night filled with burning smoke and the screams of the people of Laketown rising to your ears. Your quest is technically over, as you have delivered Thorin’s company to their home, but you have no way of knowing if the curse is lifted without dying. You feel no different, and the call to protect your friends is far stronger an urge, so you stay beside them without question.

The dragon is not the only problem to befall Erebor, however, nor Thorin’s onset of madness. Thranduil, king of the Mirkwood elves, arrives with an army, and you find your company plunged into warfare. The Mirkwood elves are joined by another enemy soon enough:  Azog and the forces of the orcs descend upon the valley, and all of a sudden everyone must fight to the death in the hopes of making it out alive.

As the battle progresses, you find yourself increasingly separated from the other members of the party. Azog stabs Fili through the chest– the sound of Kili’s scream may never leave your ears– and soon enough Thorin leaves the company to pursue the lead orc himself.

For now, all you can do is try to stay afloat in the midst of such a terrible battle. Kili is by your side, joined soon thereafter by Tauriel, and you can see snatches of your other friends in between slashing swords and terrible death cries. You almost think that there is a chance of success, and then you turn around and see Kili just as he is impaled by the sword of one of the orc captains, Bolg.

You are not entirely sure of what happened after that. You can remember two moments quite plainly:  one, watching the sword pierce Kili’s heart, and another, blinking yourself back to reality to find your weapon far more bloody in your hands. Bolg is nowhere to be seen, and you think you might remember stabbing him before Tauriel knocked him off of the stone platform of this ruined watchtower.

What matters most is dying in front of you. You drop wordlessly to the ground by Kili’s side, reaching for him even though you know it doesn’t matter, there is nothing more you can do. Not even your spells or chants can help him now, as much as you wish they could.

His arms lose the last of their strength, even when it seemed like such fortitude could never truly abandon him. It is now, when he lays dying, that you can see it in his hand. The stone from his mother, the promise Kili never should have had a chance to break.

Death strikes at last. He lets go of the stone and it drops soundlessly to the ground, where it cracks upon the impervious surface of the watchtower flagstones. Although the blood had dried long ago, it slithers off of the stone again, dripping off of his hand in serpentine trails of red.

It is done, then. You stagger away from Kili at last. You don’t have to look at him for this, as the sight of his body will be burned into the back of your eyes until the end of time. Or, that is, just until now. You’ve done your part, and it is some comfort in knowing that Kili, at least, will be alright.

The tears sting, made brutal by the harsh, cold wind. You close your eyes and take your final shuddering breath. You think you can hear your father’s laugh somewhere, carried to you on this deadly wind. You reach out to him with trembling hands, and think you might be home at last. All is quiet.

Across the battlefield, Thorin struggles to his feet on the ice, barely able to stand but somehow still alive. He pays no mind to the corpse of Azog by his feet, more interested in the place where the orc’s blade had run him through. Thorin’s hand reaches under his torn mail shirt to pull out a medallion, formerly drenched in blood. It shatters beneath his fingertips.

Fili opens his eyes under the ruin of a bridge. A fall of this magnitude should hurt, as should the piercing wound through his chest, but for some reason, he doesn’t feel a thing. It isn’t the oblivion of a deathbed, he notices, but that of complete and utter health.

Kili is kneeling on the stones of the watchtower, watching blood sink into the snow and dye it a fresh crimson. He should not be alive, he is certain of that much, and slowly he looks up as a thought occurs to him to wonder why.

The three last vestiges of Durin’s folk come to a realization at the exact same time, despite the distance between them. All three stare at tokens that had been imbued with your blood some time ago, tokens that are now breaking to ruin before their eyes. It hits them in one shared moment what this means, how they could possibly be still alive despite their deaths.

Your blood saved them, which means that you must now have died in their place. One last sacrifice from someone who stayed on to protect them, even when they could have left with a clear conscience. It is their fault, then, their burden to bear, and three hearts crack in unison with what must be the last beat of yours.

Kili remembers seeing you before he breathed his last. He scrambles to his feet, ignorant of the jagged pieces of his promise stone crunching underneath his boots. You are not in front of him anymore, and he casts his gaze around wildly before he sees a body on the ground a short distance away.

He runs to your side in an instant. There’s a smile on your face, one far more still and quiet than any of yours had ever been. Kili shakes his head, crying something out for you to wake up, to come back to him. He doesn’t know the exact words he’s saying even before they burst forth from his mouth.

You had always accepted the way the curse works, but Kili had never gained your complacency when it came to the all-important matter of your life. He hates it now, this foul system, that the world could be so twisted and blind in its justice that it would let an innocent life such as yours die to fulfill its own bored want for punishment.

It is in the middle of this deep storm of loathing and silent tears that he feels something. Kili’s hand had been clasped around yours, and he doesn’t realize the twitching of your fingers for what it is until it happens again. It is only then that he is able to look up, to search your face for some sign of life and see it there, in the fluttering of your eyelashes, the soft breath that comes once from your lips.

Hardly daring to believe it, Kili leans over you, and so he is treated to the sight of you coming back to him at last. Unable to say a word, he presses your entwined hands to your lips, and smiles.

You smile back at him through cracked and bloody lips. “Did the talismans work, then?”

He wants to cry and laugh at the same time, and instead settles for a choked sort of gasp. “Yes, they did. I’m safe. You are too,” he adds more doubtfully.

You nod, an expression of amazement on your face. “This must mean that the curse has been lifted. Defending your home from the orcs must have done it.”

Kili’s face turns somber. “That means you’re free. You could go anywhere you wanted.”

Your gaze softens. “I think I’m already exactly where I want to be.”

“Really?” Kili asks, expression written over in a child’s free hope.

You laugh. “Only if you’d have me.”

His smile is something to be beheld. “I could think of no other fate I’d rather have.”

His kiss seals the promise, and just like that, you are well and truly free. There is no curse hanging over your head, no fear to haunt your steps. Instead, you have a future that you have wanted more than anything:  someone to love you, a place to call your home. All this, and more. No greater future has ever been promised to you, and yet you still have the delight to believe in it.

lotr/hobbit tag list: @rogueanschel, @retvenkos, @gods-fools-heroes

requested by @zaypay, i hope you enjoy!!

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[marvelmymarvel]

Okay so I have major writers block but I have to share my LOTR idea with yall. And I'm almost certain I am breaking so much cannon lore with the idea but I wanna do it anyway because I can. So please do not correct me, I know I'm wrong just have fun with it.

So here is my idea.

The reader is someone from here and ends up in Middle Earth. Elrond found her and put some of his blood in her to make her immortal. She technically is an elf but looks like a human. The orcs have been chasing after her for thousands of years. so Elrond, to keep her safe, sends her off to Mirkwood to stay with Thranduil. She hates it and manages to sneak out and join the dwarves on their adventures. They don't know she has elven blood in her until they meet with Elrond in Rivendell.

The scene where they are in Rivendell is where my newest idea is placed. Elrond pulls her aside and states that they (Elrond, Thranduil, Gandalf, and Galadriel) haven't been honest with her and have finally decided to open up about her true origin.

Also, all of this is to the song Ptolomaea by Ethel Cain (https://youtu.be/aLy27Xo-gos?si=AcO8odVHGrtgKGIp) Mainly the last part where the darker voice is talking... Art of Elven Sauron below is by Csanikainferna

Elrond eyed you, hesitant with how much to say and how much to show. "I haven't been honest with you... How old do you think you are?"

Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes slid to Gandalf standing beside the fountain. The three of you were outside in the courtyard, the moonlight shining down and illuminating his gray hair. "I'm around 3,000 years old..." you trailed off as you looked back to Elrond who only stared at you blankly as he gnawed on his lip. "Who found you?"

"You did, what are these questions??" you bit back, nerves finally eating away at you as dread fell over your senses. Elrond sighed before moving towards you, "I should have done this a long time ago, but I was afraid doing so would put you in danger-"

You stepped back away from him, hand coming up to stop him from advancing. "I'm scared-"

"3,000 years ago I took your memories away. I'm going to give them back. All you need to remember is that he won't hurt you... Do you trust me?"

You were frozen but slowly felt yourself nod at the one person you trusted more than anyone else on this continent. His fingers came up and rested on your forehead, "You're safe, I'll be here when you come back-"

Darkness sucked you in before he had a chance to finish his sentence. Your eyes blinked open, blearily looking around the dark space around you. Rocks stabbed into your skin and a terrible heat was making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, ugly faces hovered over you and you gasped in fright as the orcs hauled you up from the ground. Your feet were kicking and you screamed out for them to let you go as they dragged you to the castle. It had dawned on you rather swiftly that you were in Mordor.

Fear coursed through your veins as large doors opened before you, showcasing a large room with a man sitting rigidly on the throne. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you at the sight of the blonde man before you. You didn't know how and you didn't know why, but he felt familiar.

He felt like home.

"Why hello there... What might your name be?"

You knew who he was, knew him as the dark lord. He was the nightmare mothers would tell their children about when they were misbehaving. He was murderous. A monster.

And yet, all you felt when looking up at him was peace, as if you had been searching for him for many millennia and you finally found him.

"I'm-"

The scene shifted and suddenly multiple images and moments flashed before your very eyes. Tears started to stream down your face as you took in just how much the feared man loved you. You had begged him to give up his desire for power and control, questioning if he really loved you. That argument seemed to anger him, because he loved you more than anything, and his power would be shared with you.

The both of you would rule the world.

The scenes continued to flash quickly as the conversations morphed into a high-pitched scream before it all went silent and you were looking down at your peacefully sleeping body that was wrapped in black silk sheets. The door to the room opened and you whirled around in fright.

From the darkness emerged Elrond and it finally dawned on you that you weren't saved from Sauron.

You were taken from him.

You stepped in front of your sleeping body but Elrond moved through you as if you didn't exist, only reminding you that this was a memory.

A memory that was stolen from you.

"Oh my... What... Who is she?" Another voice came from the doorway and you knew it was one of Elrond's generals. "I thought she was a myth... But I can already see his magic wearing off... If we don't give her something, she won't last through the night..."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over their shoulder and you noticed the color from your face draining. Elrond scooped you up in his arms, "Gandalf can transfer some of my life force to her, but we must hurry" he said swiftly as they moved out of the bedroom.

The scenes morphed again before flashing, showing you the memories you were allowed to remember. From waking up in Rivendell, acclimating to immortality, being transported to Mirkwood, meeting Thorin, to all the way up to now where you were on the ground kneeling in front of Elrond. Tears streaming down your face as he held you close.

You tilted your head down at the sight, confused as to why you weren't in your own body still, but you would soon get your answer. Your head fell backward, mouth opening as a scream ripped from your throat. Your chest lifted up into the air as if you were being possessed.

The scream cut off, leaving you all in silence. Gandalf was gripping his chest in disbelief as Elrond stroked your cheek with his thumb. "Y/n-"

Your head snapped forward, e/c eyes now blazing red, the same red of the lovers they stole you from.

"Y/n, wake up-" Elrond stated firmly as he tried to shake you out of it.

"I am no good nor evil, simply I am and I have come to take what is mine" The dark tone coming from your lips had you reeling back in fear, realization dawning on you that you had indeed been possessed.

Elrond paled at the words as my possessed lips slipped up into a snarling grin. He opened his mouth to curse at the dark lord in your body, but you continued. "I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. I am here now, as you run from me still."

Gandalf rushed forward, hand coming out to try and rip the dark lord from your body.

Your red eyes flicked to Gandalf, "Run then, child," Gandalf ignored the threat and slammed his hand onto your head, making you start to slump over. The red in your eyes started to fade and you began to feel the pull of your by-standing soul into your once-possessed body.

"You can't hide from me forever."

#lord of the rings imagine #lotr imagine #hobbit imagines #sauron imagines #elrond imagine #hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines #lord of the rings imagines #mairon #imagine

[lotrandthehobbitwritings]

Hello guys!

My name is Minnie and I’ve been thinking about starting a LOTR/The Hobbit blog for a while and so I did!

I write pretty much anything. Take note that I’ll write angst only if it ends positively!

I also take requests of course! You can send any in through my ask box! I’ll gladly write them!

I already wrote two imagines which I’ll put the links to at the end of this post if you’re interested to check them out.

I write for everyone honestly. I of course have preferences on who to write for (notably a certain dwarf named Kíli… hihi :3) but I still write for every character.

So send in your requests!!

Links to my imagines:

My Prince - Fíli

Amethyst - Kíli

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #hobbit imagines #lotr #lotr imagines #lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagines

[moonrainbowfish]

Masterlist

Do not repost or steal my work!

Lord of the rings

Lotr characters and how they would show you their affection: Part 1

Lotr characters and how they would show you their affection: Part 2

Lotr characters caring for you when you're sick (Sam, Frodo, Aragorn, Legolas, Faramir)

The Hobbits raising gn!child!reader

Arwen falling in love with a mortal!reader

Legoas x baker!gn!reader headcanons

Being in a poly relationship with Legolas and Gimli

The Hobbit

Thorin x husband!dwarf!reader fluff

Harry Potter

Dating Luna Lovegood would include

#masterlist #lotr x reader #harry potter x reader #hobbit x reader #lotr headcanons #harry potter headcanons #hobbit headcanons #lotr imagines #hobbit imagines #harry potter imagines #my writing

[imagine-in-tolkiens-world]

Runnng out of asks

Send asks please

#imagine #the hobbit #imagines #the silmarillion #the lord of the rings #elves imagines #dwarf imagines #valar imagines #hobbit imagines #men imagines #middle earth imagines #celeborn #legolas #arwen #boromir #aragorn #merry and pippin #kili #thorin #thranduil #elrond #durin #gandalf #frodo #Galadriel #haldir #lindir #glorfindel #maedhros #sauron

[multifandomfanfiction]

Moment of Relaxation

TITLE: Moment of Relaxation PAIRING: Legolas/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Legolas and his mate, Lirilla, are on their way to the Wood of the Greenleaves and take a moment to relax.

[A/N - Written for @writer-wednesday. Lirilla is my LOTR OC from an abandoned (at the moment) fic. She is the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn of Lothlorien.]

They had been walking for days now. Since elves didn’t experience exhaustion as quickly as they other species of Middle Earth, they were able to go longer between stops.

Lirilla and her husband Legolas were making their way to the Wood of the Greenleaves (the new name for the Greenwood named after Thranduil’s only and beloved son) to visit his father after spending a few months in Rivendell with Lord Elrond.

Legolas and Lirilla split their time between the Elven Kingdoms.

Wood of the Greenleaves because of Legolas’ father King Thranduil, Lothlórien because of Lirilla’s parents Galadriel and Celeborn, and Rivendell because of Lirilla’s brother-in-law Elrond. Through Lirilla all three Elven Kingdoms were united.

Right now, they were venturing across plains and rocks when Lirilla spotted a small rock pond.

It had been weeks since they’d come across a tavern or an inn, so the water looked so good.

Lirlla stopped and took off her boots.

“Lirilla…” Legolas said.

His young mate looked at him. “Legolas, we’ve been traveling for days. Can’t we relax for a moment?”

Legolas sighed, unable to deny her anything. “Fine, but only for a few minutes.” Legolas slipped his boots off and pulled up his linen leggings.

Lirilla undid the ties of her leggings around her ankles and pulled them up before slipping them into the cool water. Lirilla sighed.

“I know this journey has been difficult for you. We could have stayed in Rivendell,” Legolas told her.

“And have my nephews worry over me? No thank you.” As much as she loved Elladan and Elrohir, her nephews were very protective of her to the point where it became annoying. “I will be happy when we arrive in your father’s Kingdom.”

Legolas leaned over and kissed his wife’s cheek, running his hand over her Greenleaf braids.

She’d worn them since before they were married, but they carried more meaning now that they were bound together.

“Just a few more days, love. Then you can lay in the clearings and meadows you love so much.” That was often where Legolas found her.

Now that the spiders had been driven out of the wood, he didn’t need to worry about her being on her own.

The sun started to set, so they put their boots back on and found a place to camp for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A few days later, they entered the Wood of the Greenleaves. Although the leaves weren’t green, they were brown.

Autumn had fallen over the forest.

Lirilla loved spending Autumn in her husband’s birthplace.

Summer was spent in Lothlórien and Winter/Spring was spent in Rivendell.

Since spending months on the road with Aragorn before joining the Quest of the One Ring in Rivendell, Lirilla was unable to sit still. So she and Legolas were always on the move.

They walked across the wooden bridge leading to the front doors of the Halls of the Elven King.

The guards opened the doors and they entered. The guards escorted them to Thranduil’s throne.

The Elven King smiled when he saw his son and daughter-in-law. He descended his throne to come stand in front of them.

Legolas nodded to his father. “Ada.”

Thranduil took his son’s face in his hands and kissed his cheeks. “Nin réd. (My son).” Thranduil turned to Lirilla. “Lirilla.” He kissed Lirilla’s cheeks.

“My King.”

“We have known each other for nearly century. You may address me by my name or as Ada.”

“Ada, Lirilla and I would like to rest before the feast tonight,” Legolas said.

“Of course.”

Legolas led Lirilla to their chambers, where Lirilla collapsed on the bed. Legolas pulled off her boots and then her own before joining her on the bed. “Rest, my love.”

“Do you think he will be happy?” Lirilla asked her husband.

“It has been many moons since an elfling roamed these halls. He was beginning to worry.”

Legolas and Lirilla had thought long and hard before deciding to start having elflings. Having elflings meant less traveling.

Legolas kissed his mate’s forehead. “Rest now.”

Lirilla closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep with her husband by her side.

Taglist: @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

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[x-bluefire-heart-x]

So....I don't think I have ever posted something on here. BUT I would very much like to try my hand at writing imagines. I'm not the best writer but I would like to try either way. I also plan on posting some of my writings that I found on my old USB. As well as some stuff I put on Tik Tok. I will also always use gender neutral pro nouns unless someone requests specific pronouns.

I'm happy to write both NSFW and SFW, comfort imagines.

Fandoms I'll write for:

-Walking Dead (haven't seen season 11)

-Dragon Age 2 & Inquisition

-Hobbit

-Law and Order SVU (only seen up to the season Barba leaves)

-Criminal Minds

I'll add as I go. As for what I won't write, I'll address as they arrive. If people request things. I think I have all my settings correct so you can request. I hope.

#walking dead imagines #hobbit imagines #dragon age imgaines #law and order svu imagines #law and order svu #walking dead #the hobbit #dragon age inquisition #imagines #writing

[verk0my]

my mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Winter Gem

Thranduil x Female Elf Reader

Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.

A/N: For @firelightinferno

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // winter 2023 masterlist

“The first snows have arrived.”

“It has come early.”

Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. “Indeed.”

You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.

“You look ready for your hunt,” observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.

“Yes,” reply softly. “I plan on heading out for a bit.”

His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. “In this weather?”

You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduil’s gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.

“Is my king telling me I cannot?” You’re teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.

“As long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.” Even though Thranduil’s tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.

Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.

Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if they’ve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.

In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.

“Enjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.”

You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.

It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.

Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. It’s the first time he’s been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.

While tracking, he lost something precious.

Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.

He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.

This hunt—your hunt—is about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.

Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But you’ve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.

Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.

As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. It’s not ideal, but you can manage.

Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, it’s sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.

Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.

“Found you.”

The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.

The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.

Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.

Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.

Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.

The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. It’s freezing. Temperature isn’t usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. It’s as if you’ve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.

You walk and walk, and you have no idea if you’ve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and you’re not sure how far you’ve gone, or if you’re simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps you’re imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.

You’re not dressed for this sort of weather.

And you’re tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesn’t seem so bad. It’s fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.

As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.

You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.

A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesn’t seem real.

There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.

“Thranduil,” you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“I found you, my star.”

There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.

You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.

Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.

“You’re awake.” Thranduil’s voice is a gentle, comforting hug.

Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.

“You came looking for me,” you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.

“Did you think I would not?” he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.

You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. “When did you start to worry?”

Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. “When the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.” You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. “I gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.” He pauses. “I’m not sure my heart could take any more loss.”

The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. “I do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.”

Thranduil nods. “There is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.”

“Perhaps I strayed too close,” you murmur.

“Perhaps,” replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.

Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.

He does not release your hand. “I know why you left.”

“Thranduil—”

“You did not need to explain. I understand why.” Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. “I am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.”

You turn into his touch. “That ring is important to you.”

“Many things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.”

Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. “Are you mad?”

“Never.”

“Will you hold me?”

“For as long as you like.”

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A Life We Can Have

Beorn x Reader

Warnings: injury

Summary: After an unlucky night where you were chased by Orcs, your life forever changes when a huge bear saves you.

You wake up with a sudden realization. 

You had no idea where you were, or how you got there.

All you could recall from the night before was that a bunch of Orcs were after you as you ran through the woods. 

With a bleeding leg and a possibly broken wrist, you tried to dodge their arrows.

You ran fast but they managed to catch up. One of their wolves bit your ankle, making you fall and let out a groan of pain. 

You could recall the loud noises the orcs made, you remember crying and the pain in your ankle and wrist getting worse.  

Then a giant bear came out of nowhere and killed them all. 

Your last thought was that you would be the dinner for this bear. You weren't exactly sure what happened after that at all. 

But somehow, you woke up in this rather nice and cosy house. 

As you moved, you let out a groan, the pain in your body finally setting in. You ran for so long, your feet hurt. Your ankle hurt where the wolf bit you and your wrist hurt because you fell and injured it.

You looked around the house, but no one was there.

You thought a giant might have lived there, given how huge everything was.

You were only a simple human, but you were well aware of all creatures that lived on this Earth with you. But you had no clue what kind of a creature would live in such a house.

You slowly got off the bed and made your way over to the table where you found bread, so you took a little.

This is when you hear the noise of someone chopping wood. 

Being mindful of your leg, you slowly walked out and this is when you saw him. 

His back was to you, and you took a moment to take him in.

He was huge, he easily chopped the wood with his giant axe. His back was covered in scars and along his spine he had hair going down, it looked more like fur. 

A very hairy man, but who were you to judge?

You heard stories of a beast living alone in the woods. He cared for the animals but he didn’t like company. 

A fierce man, who was now chopping wood in front of you.

You weren’t sure if you should talk to him or not, one thing was for sure, you didn’t want to startle him.

“Umm.” you started but as soon as you did he turned around, with that huge axe in his hands.

“You should be resting, you hurt your leg very badly.”

“I-I did but… Am I at your house?”

“Yes.” he replied with a lot of annoyance in his voice and you nodded.

“So, you saved me last night from the bear? Thank you.”

“Go back to bed. I’ll prepare some tea once I finish chopping the wood.” you didn’t argue, why would you? Or rather how could you? 

The man was huge but you saw him more as a gentle person, despite his rough edges. 

And you also feared that instead of the wood, he would chop you in half.

You just slowly moved back into the house and sat on the chair by the huge table. Your leg did hurt and your wrist was throbbing a little, but your mind was still running at a hundred miles. You tried to recall what happened but couldn’t. 

You knew you fainted, but then what happened to the bear? Did this man scare it away? Did he fight it?

He did look rather dangerous with his axe. Maybe he could take the bear in a fight. 

Whoever this man was, he certainly lived alone, looking around his home it was cosy, but it didn’t have the touch of a female, clearly, he was a bachelor. Not that it was a problem, it was only an observation on your part.

You needed to think of other things because if you didn’t, the pain would hit you.

You heard him enter through the door as he soon headed for the stove. In complete silence, he started to make tea for you as you munched on the bread you took earlier. 

He clearly didn’t have many visitors. You watched as he worked, trying your best to ignore the pain, you watched his hands work, you watched as a shackle was on his wrist, it must have been there for some time now. 

He soon put a cup in front of you.

“Drink it and leave.”

“Uhm, but my ankle…” you were very much up playing the pain. It made the huge man in front of you groan.

“Alright, you can stay until you get better. I’m not too fond of visitors.”

Clearly. But he will have to deal with you because you don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Especially not when there are Orcs in these woods and you have only one working leg.

Even if the pain wasn’t that bad, you still preferred the comfort of a home over the cold floors of the forest. 

---

"What is this?" you asked him as you munched on the deliciousness in your hand. 

"Honey cake."

"I really like it." you said. "Did you make it yourself?"

"I did."

"It's really really good."

He didn't reply, but you didn't expect him to. 

Your leg and wrist felt much much better now. His herbs worked better than magic. 

You also noticed that slowly, he warmed up to you. He even offered you his smaller room so you didn't have to sleep on the hay or floor.

He was a strange man.

Affectionate, yet he looked afraid of it.

You could see that deep down, he was a very warm person. However, the terrible things that happened to him, made him cold.

Winter was near.

So Beorn told you that you will need to help him with his farm and animals. You had no problem with that. Given that you grew up on a farm, and you loved to help.

And by the time the snow arrived, his home was ready for the harsh winter.

And so were you.

You made clothes for yourself and him. He didn't really want to take the clothing but now, he wore it every day. He said it was so warm, he enjoyed it.

It filled you with pride that he wore the clothes you made, he ate the food you prepared and he listened to you.

In return one evening, he told you a story, a story of his own, his terrible past and what he went through. 

You cried that day, letting the tears fall as he reached over to wipe your tears away.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"My heart breaks for you. No one deserves that kind of torture." you said as you lifted your hand and touched the shackle on his wrist.

That day, Beorn promised himself he would never tell you another story of his.

He hated to see you cry.

He wanted to see you laugh, like you laughed when you played with his horses or bees.

How or when you became so important to him was a mystery to Beorn, but here he was now.

He sat in his chair as he watched you, you were making a blanket. You said his house was rather cold for you, so you needed something warm. He wanted to offer that he could sleep with you so you wouldn't be cold but he didn't want to cross that line.

He was sure you only viewed him as a friend and nothing more.

You often found yourself babbling and telling him stories. Stories he most likely would call nonsense. 

But in truth, he loved listening to you talk. Every story he remembers and could recall at any moment.

One evening, after dinner, you just sat on the couch he made for you, you cuddled up with your blanket and a book when Beorn joined you. It was snowing heavily outside, so he wouldn't go out for his usual runs.

He sat down and you offered him a smile before you looked back at your book.

But out of the corner of your eye, you could see he was staring at you.

"Is there something on my face?" you asked but he shook his head, no.

He was behaving strangely. You tried your best to focus on your book but it was difficult.

"What are your plans once winter is over?" oh, he wanted you out of his hair.

"I-I-You don't have to worry, I'll leave as soon as I wouldn't freeze to death in the woods. I really appreciate your hospitality and I don't want to bother you longer than needed," you said but didn't look at him.

"It's no bother. I was asking only because then we could make you a bed."

"I have a bed." you looked at him, confused.

"You have a mattress, I was thinking of making a bedframe, so it is more comfortable." 

"So you want me to stay?"

"Only if you want to."

"I would love to. I enjoy your land very much. The beautiful trees and the animals. I can only imagine what it must look like during the spring."

"Is my home the only thing you enjoy about being here?" you looked at his face as he avoided your eyes.

"What are you asking?" your voice was quiet, and he finally looked at you.

"I grew very fond of you, I never imagined myself in this situation, but... Love is not something I believe I deserve. I am a monster, my past is... awful. I do not deserve such a flower like you. But I also won't be able to let you go. Only if you reject my feelings- I want you to be happy here with me. But if you choose to leave, I won't force you to stay." his words honestly surprised you, you never expected him to confess to you.

"I would love to stay with you. I just wasn't sure of your feelings. You hide them very well."

"It is a skill I learned." you smiled at his comment. 

He moved towards you and you moved with him, he pulled you into his arms and you never felt warmer.

It was quiet, you could hear his heartbeat and the fire crackle behind you. 

"You deserve happiness as much as anyone." you said as he tightened his hold around you. 

"Thank you." he whispered and he just held you for hours.

It was the first time in his life that someone touched him with care and affection for what felt like years.

And slowly, he started to believe he deserved this happiness.

---

Spring arrived with flowers.

As the snow melted and everything began to bloom, your love fully bloomed.

You looked at Beorn as he tended to the bees.

You followed him to his goats and helped him feed his horses.

A smile never once leaves your lips. And he is much the same.

Then you cooked lunch for both of you, he loved your cooking and you were happy to make him anything he wanted.

Given how fresh and amazing his crops were, it was easy to prepare something amazing.

Then after dinner, the two of you would go to sleep in his bed, him holding you close to his chest.

It was a simple life, but it was all you could hope for.

You often catch him smiling even if it's a small one.

You make him happy and he makes you happy.

This was the life you always wanted.

Although you never imagined you would have it with a man who can turn into a bear, you weren't complaining.

He was your bear.

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LOTR and Hobbit NSFW headcanons

(I’m in my lotr horny era and this list could probably be added to 😂)

Boromir:

- His favourite position is missionary with your ankles on his shoulders so he can see your body, especially your tits

- Sex during sparring sessions

- Isn’t very rough in the bedroom but when you fuck during sparring he loves to grab you, force your head down and grab your hips hard

- Can be a little subby

- Loves to be put in his place

- Doesn’t like being or giving spanking but isn’t opposed to getting a couple face slaps

- Likes being bossed around but not degraded

- Wants you to call him ‘captain’ in the bedroom

- “Who own your cock, captain? Who fucks you this good?”

- Is a big ol tiddy boy

- Hand over the shoulder and lightly touching your boob

- “Boromir not in public”

- Not super sexual but after a long day he falls to his knees in front of you for you to hold him

- Will say “oh fuck” as he slides into you

Eomer:

- Very typical but loves when you ride him, loves being able to see and grab all of you

- Lots of riding dirty talk

- “Ride my cock hard, darling. Come on and fuck me hard. Use those gorgeous fucking hips of yours”

- Will guide your hips as you ride him

- Seeing you ride an actual horse turns him on too

- Loooovveesss having his hair pulled

- Especially when hes between your legs or against a wall

- Bending you over his desk and taking you by flipping your dress up and fucking you hard

- When you get a bit drunk you grab his ass and biceps and he loves it

- Loves when you tell him how strong he is, like almost over the top flirting gets him for some reason

- “Oh Eomer, you have such big arms” you tell him all breathy and grabby

- Is so sweet and gentle with you

- But

- When he returns from a battle he will fuck you hard and make you scream

- Very possessive

- “Scream my name, baby, let everyone know who fucks you this good”

- Constantly grabbing you to sit on his lap, especially at parties

Legolas:

- Sensitive ear kiinnnkkk!

- He definitely whimpers during sex

- No matter who’s on top or if he’s being submissive or dominant he always says ‘thank you’ when his cock slides inside you

- Loves to run his fingertips over you so gently and sweet

- Could gently play with your pussy for hours

- Straddling him while he’s on his knees is easily one of his favourite positions

- Being able to hold you so close to him

- Loves listening to your heart beat after sex

- Holding you and pressing his head to your chest

- Loves after sex head scratches too

- When he is a sub he loves edging

- Begging little baby

- “Please, ma’am, please let me cum. Please I’ve been such a good boy”

- Is a good boy

- When he’s dominant he’s very gentle

- Doesn’t really fuck you fast but more hard and bruising thrusts

- Mutters things in Sindarin when he’s lost in pleasure

- Whispering dirty talk in Sindarin in your ear, whether you understand it or not

Aragorn:

- Isnt opposed to tying you up but prefers to bond you by manhandling you

- Says such sweet things to you while fucking you hard

- “Oh princess, you take my cock so good”

- Having to put his hand over your mouth while he finger fucks you

- Forced quiet sex

- “Be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart. Don’t want these people to hear you do you?”

- For some reason it turns him on when you smoke his pipe

- Doesn’t like to fuck when he’s been drinking but loves to watch how you dance when you’ve been drinking

- It usually ends with heavy makeout session and touching each other but he doesn’t like full on sex when one of you is drunk

- He loves to watch it from afar too, sit in the corner and watch how your body moves

- Even when you dance with Merry and Pippin on top of tables he thinks it’s so hot

- Will just start saying full sentences and dirty talk in Sindarin while he takes you from behind

- He gets so lost that he can’t help himself

Haldir:

- Outdoor sex

- Pulling your hair while he takes you from behind up against a tree

- The good old sensual archery lessons while he whispers in your ear

- Loves teasing you, especially by standing behind you and whispering in your ear

- “Yes marchwarden!” “Thank you, sir!”

- Slight degradation kink but nothing that actually hurts you

- “Oh look at how you blush just from my words, darling”

- Height kink

- Corners you and standing close and above you just to look you down and make you blush

- Fucks you stupid

- Like your head lulls and your eyes go all misty

- Chasing you down in the forest and fucking you when he catches you

- One of the few lotr fellas I can see being into violent fucking

- He’s rough with how he fucks but he’s just as if not more gentle and caring with aftercare

- Degradation to raise real quick

- “Take my cock just like the whore you are” “Oh my darling, you did such a good job, Meleth. Such a good girl for me”

Thorin:

- This man has the biggest breeding kink

- “Give me an heir, my queen. Let me fill your womb”

- Staring you right in the eyes while he finger fuck you

- Obviously throne sex

- Almost cums in his pants when he sees you in your crown for the first time

- Isn’t usually submissive but you can make him do anything when you wear that crown

- Holds you down by your hips while I fucks you from behind

- Will whisper Khuzdul into your ear while he fucks you

- Fucks you rough but doesn’t want to actually ever hurt or scare you

- The second you’re uncomfortable he will stop and hold you, he’ll even sing to you

- Loves to know he can take care of you

- Such sweet dirty talk

- You’re either his queen or his good girl, no in between

Thranduil:

- Is dominant 99% of the time

- Doesn’t always like when you’re on top but when you are he likes to force your hips to move while he fucks into you

- Wants you to say ‘thank you’ when you cum

- Does want to fuck you hard and rough but will wait and double, triple check before even trying

- Face fucking you stupid

- Is so gentle and soothing with aftercare

- Treats you like a sweet princess during aftercare

- Cockwarming while he does work

- Size kink, loves how much taller he is and how his cock barely fits in you

- “Look how your tiny pussy takes my big cock” “oh, darling, I don’t think it will fit”

- If you’re a human he also has a massive age kink

- “You’re such a sweet little girl for me”

- Staring down at you with your face covered in cum

- Not opposed to some good old pet play

- Is both cruel and loving

- Degrades his dirty little slut pet while he uses them just for his pleasure

- Loves having you sit in his lap and have you curl up to him and hold his sweet little darling

- Holds you and kisses you while you ride his thigh

- Strokes your hair while you hump his boot and look up to him with big desperate eyes

Kili:

- Biggest turn on for him is seeing you dance and jump around

- The way your face flushes and your tits bounce makes him crazy

- Loves being both babied and degraded

- If he could live between your tits he would

- Sitting in your lap, panting and whimpering as he thrusts his hips into your hand

- Mutual masturbation

- Doesn’t like to be hurt too badly but does love spanking and overstimulation

- Shows off whenever you watch him train

- Even if he’s shorter than you he still loves showing his strength by carrying you

- Carry’s you to the bath after sex and takes his time washing your body and your hair

- Just wants to be your good boy

- No thoughts, just be good boy and love boobs

- Does not have mommy issues but does have mommy style kinks

- Loves sucking on your nipples

- (honestly that gif does things to me 🥵🥵)

Fili:

- Knife kink!

- He’d never use his knife on you in a dangerous way but does love to cut your clothes off you

- His beard braids feel amazing and ticklish between your legs

- Hand on your thigh always, during sexual times or not

- Polar opposite things will turn him on

- While you’re fighting he gets hard and wants you to grab his hair and use his cock

- When he sees you taking care of babies his breeding kink comes out hard

- “I’m going to fuck a baby into your womb. We’re not leaving until you’re full of my cum”

- Loves to fuck you in the woods especially when it’s risky

- While on the journey to reclaim his home he liked to take you into the woods and fuck you

- He loved that you had to be so quiet but still he could hear your little whimpers

- He is a prince and next in line to the throne so he has to keep PDA to a minimum

- That doesn’t stop him from grabbing at your thigh under the table and whispering dirty things in your ear in the middle of a party

- Playfully slaps your ass while you’re changing

- Skinny dipping 👌🏻👌🏻

- He has no problem keeping you warm 😏😏

Bard:

- Loves to cum all over your face

- Lots of pet names during

- “Oh darling you feel amazing” “cum for me sweetheart”

- Forced quiet sex

- Packing your wet underwear in his bag while he’s away, he does smell it while he touches himself

- Such a dirty man but great at hiding it

- Loves the noises you make when his beard scratches your neck

- Bit of a caretaking kink

- Gets really horny when you massage him, cook for him, bandage him up, wash him in the bath

- Takes you fishing so he can finger you on his boat

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[elfy-elf-imagines]

Tolerate It | Thranduil

▹ Pairing: Thranduil x Human!Reader

▹ Genre: Angst

▹ Words: ~2k

▹ Summary: A political alliance makes you the new wife of the elven king Thranduil, trapping you in a gilded cage of elven craft.

▹ Notes: I couldn't get this idea out of my head.

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The banquet hall of Eryn Galen was buzzing with high energy. 

The lights were bright, the drinks flowing. Each guest was too deep in their cups as the band played jaunty tunes that kept spirits high. You sat at the end of the table, to the direct right of Thranduil, Legolas seated directly across from you to the king's left. 

Everything was beautiful, similar to what you imagined heaven may look like. The celebration had been highly anticipated, the steward meticulously planning for months to ensure the night would be perfect. 

Each guest had dressed to the nines, and you had been no exception. Silks that flowed like a languid river, braids woven throughout your hair, and glittering jewels that rivaled the stars in the sky. You’d felt quite pretty after your handmaidens finished, taking in your appearance with rapt attention. 

Yet as the king - your husband - met with you, he barely paid you more than a glance. Not a single compliment or acknowledgment slipped from his lips, just the stiff offering of his arm and a cold demeanor you’d never been able to break through.

Not even the bitterness of the red wine you drank could ease the pain festering inside you. You glanced at Thranduil, his attention on his steward whispering something in his ear. Regal and commanding, you’d thought marriage to the elven king would be something out of a fairytale. Yet your story became twisted, and instead of a happy ending, you were trapped in a doomed marriage. It was like a wall separated you from him; you’d tirelessly beat against it with a hammer; Thranduil was on the other end, reinforcing the stone. 

You glanced down at your dress, the pale green fabric, Thranduil’s favorite shade. Even still, you were desperate for his validation and approval, like a child tugging at their father’s sleeves. A stray hair fell in front of your face, and you pushed it behind your ear, hands ghosting over your rounded ears. Maybe if you’d been an elf and not a human, he might view you as an equal and not a consolation prize. 

One hand below the table closed into a tight fist while you downed the rest of your wine in one gulp. 

Legolas met your eye from across the table with an almost apologetic grin. You returned it with a tight smile you tried to make pleasant. Legolas knew all too well the neglect his father could inflict, so he often preferred the forests over the palace. There was an understanding that made your pain more bearable. 

The handmaidens you brought from home and your stepson, who was older than your eldest living relatives, were all that kept you from falling into true despair. 

Like clockwork, a servant filled your chalice, and you gladly drank. This wine was sweeter and less sharp than the red you were expecting. Once again, you looked towards Thranduil, no longer speaking with his steward but quietly watching the party play out. You reached out, delicately placing your hand over his, only for his to push it away, not bothering to pay you a glance. 

The blatant rejection stung, always taking up too much space and time. Would Thranduil even notice if you’d stolen away into the night? If you pulled the dagger your marriage embedded in you, breaking free and leaving this miserable life behind. What might it be like to shed the weight of Thranduil’s cold disposition and an overly suspicious, judgmental, elvish kingdom? You’d be free and weightless for the first time in years. 

Yet, just as soon as the fantasies came, they fizzled out with the weight of reality. You had no money of your own, no survival skills, and nowhere to go. If you returned home, your father would ship you back to Thranduil. The dark forests and the creatures that lurked within would kill you. There was nowhere to go. No freedom to be found. 

You didn’t bother hiding the frown on your lips; no one in the room paid you much mind. They looked through you as if you were a phantom that clung to the residence of its former life. How was it possible to be in such a crowded room and yet still be so alone?

"How much longer do you believe this will go on for?"

At some point, Legolas had moved from across the table and was now seated to your left, watching the crowded room with thinly veiled discomfort.

" I hope for not much longer. I've never been amendable to crowds so large as this one."

Legolas laughed, the noise swallowed by the noise of the room. "And yet you are queen; should you not be used to such raucous parties?"

You tilted your glass towards him, a slight quirk on your lips.

"I could say the same about you, prince."

He nodded in silent agreement, quickly drinking from his glass, which you noticed was filled with water and not wine.

"I get to run off to the forest. How do you deal with all of this?" The smile on your face fell as your eyes dimmed, a reminder of your current standing.

"No one pays me mind. A blessing, I suppose." You attempted to laugh it off, but you couldn't keep the somberness from your tone. You were trapped in a gilded cage, a prisoner in your own home.

"Then I suppose I'll need to take more respites in the castle."

"You don't need--"

"I insist; what kind of friend would I be if I didn't check on your wellbeing."

So warm and inviting, it made you wonder how Legolas could be the son of Thranduil; he must take after his mother. You wondered, if only for a moment, how different your life might be if you'd been married to Legolas instead of his father. He was the more age appropriate option and if he didn't love you he'd at least respect you. But those thoughts were pointless; you'd been married to Thranduil and not Legolas.

"I think I'm technically your stepmother."

"But you feel more like a friend."

You didn't bother to argue, placing down your wine chalice to take a cool water drink. It was refreshing, soothing the burn the wine had created.

"Then I am glad we are friends."

Before he could respond, a member of his guard called his name. The elf enthusiastically waved him over, yelling something in elvish too slurred for you to understand.

Legolas shook his head, refusing the call, but you placed a single hand on his shoulder.

"Go, enjoy the night. I'll be fine over here."

He tried to discern if you were being dishonest but found nothing but sincerity. Just because you were miserable didn't mean he should be. With a single nod, Legolas left the table to join the group forming in the corner of the room.

Left in the chaos with no one to speak with, you picked up the chalice with wine. At some point during your conversation, Thranduil wandered off, talking with some of the higher-ranking nobles.

Thickly, you swallowed, hiding your face as you slowly drank from your glass.

When would this torment end?

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The night dragged on at an impossibly slow speed. Your sorrow brought time to a near halt. By the time the crowd began to thin and Thranduil had escorted you back to your shared chambers, you’d forgotten how many glasses of wine you consumed. You managed to keep your composure and pride, not letting you show how light and lethargic the alcohol made you. 

Now, you sat before your vanity, preparing for bed as did Thranduil. There were so many pins placed in your hair that you struggled to pull them out without ripping your hair. Your head throbbed, and your frustration was building; you just wanted sleep. A cold hand pushed yours away, tangling in your hair. With practiced and fluid movements, Thranduil began to take down your hair. He was quick and efficient, his hands in your hair almost soothing.

The action was oddly domestic, and it caused a pang of pain in your chest. If the gods had been fair enough to bless you with a husband who loved you, this would be a nightly occurrence, not a rare show of care. 

“There’s too many pins in your hair.” Always critical; nothing would ever be good enough. 

A beat of silence passed; did he even want you to speak?

“It was a special occasion; I wanted something different done to my hair.” 

Clink. He placed the last pin on the table and stepped away from you.

“It was a bit gauche.”

Expression tight, you stared at your reflection, focused on your dark hair that tangled too quickly and your nearly pallid complexion. Gauche and graceless, the elves would never view you as their own. 

“I thought it looked nice.” 

His answer was to silently turn his back to you, moving to the other end of the room. The silence was maddening. Your attention never moved from your reflection, lips downturned as your eyes hardened. Pain turned to rage, pity becoming an all-consuming fire that threatened to turn all in your wake to ash. 

“Why marry me?” Your tone was harsh, firmer than you could remember speaking.

Thranduil let out a sigh, seemingly annoyed at your mere presence. Normally, his disregard made you shrink, and maybe it was the wine, but it only made you straighten your back, meeting his eyes through his reflection in your mirror. 

“To seal an alliance with your kingdom, you know this.” He was always condescending; he was so much older and wiser. 

“I understand political marriages, but why marry me? You’ve managed political alliances without offering your hand in marriage; you even have a son to marry off. So why--” You slowly stood from your chair, turning to face him directly. “-marry me?”

“Would you have preferred to marry Legolas?” 

“I’d prefer you answer my question. So I’ll ask once more: why marry me?” You strode towards him, eyes narrowed.

“To ensure an alliance with your family.”

“That is it? For no reason other than that.”

Thranduil looked down at you, his lips tight.

“Did you hope to hear differently?” He tilted his head, eyes ice cold and bitter. “Ours was a marriage of convenience, not love.”

You clenched your jaw, swallowing thickly. All of it for nothing, a marriage he knew would never succeed. He may have been content with a loveless life after the passing of his wife, but he knowingly dragged you into it. To turn your life into a void--

You wanted to scream, to yell obscenities at him, to spit all the vile venom his careless behavior filled you with. But it would do no good. An emotional breakdown wouldn’t mend your rift; there was no foundation of respect to rebuild. It was just endless nothingness. Standing at the precipice, you would simply fall into a never-ending pit. 

“I see.”

A hint of shock made his eyes widen a fraction, expecting an outburst like the one you fantasized about. Humans weren’t known for patience, yet it wasn’t patience that kept you silent. It was dejection; you'd given up hope of anything better than what you had.

You dared not move, not even blink until Thranduil turned towards the door.

“I think I will ensure the keep is secured. Goodnight.” 

Head turned, yet your eyes remained where he once stood; you remained silent. The door opened and quietly shut behind his retreating form. Only then did you exhale the breath you’d been holding. 

The bed was plush under your body, and the comforter was like a cloud, yet you’d never felt more miserable. You turned your back to the side Thranduil would take when he returned to the chambers. Eyes shut, soothed by the darkness, you dreamed of something more.

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[mystery-star]

I know Tolkien didn't mean those thongs but I can't get the picture out of my head now.

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[lotrandthehobbitwritings]

Hello, may I please request Elrond x fem reader? I'd like to ask for oblivious reader crushing on Elrond, unaware of Elrond having a crush back? Thank you so much 💜

Thank you so much for the request!! 💜 I really liked writing this one and i hope you will like it too!

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