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mimilind · 21 hours ago
Cat of the Fellowship: Chapter 20
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Chapter 20: Where the Four Hunters set out to find the hobbits, but an unexpected discovery makes Aragorn worried. Kat and Legolas discuss important topics - and some less serious, too.
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entishramblings · 2 days ago
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New Cover for TLLOTS
I decided that, as I re-write/edit my fanfic, it is time for new cover art! So, as I am almost done....lo and behold—here it is!!!
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entishramblings · 2 days ago
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TLLOTS Characters: Arryin, Legolas, Belanor, Beyla, Rowan, Faelynor, Razela, Edyrm, Miliel Aredhel, Thranduil, Halafarin (left to right)
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entishramblings · 2 days ago
What do you prefer: OC fics or x-reader fics? Reblog with it in the tags
trying to figure out what is more popular nowadays just to settle my curiosity ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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the-pope-is-in · 3 days ago
upcoming works
if anyone here has read/enjoyed my fics , I just wanted to post my ENTIRE drafts to let you know what’s coming next (I can’t promise I’ll get around to all of these, but if there’s any you want me to prioritize , just let me know) 
in no specific order
Legolas Greenleaf (LOTR) - based more off of the movies than the books. oc is half elf half sorceress and she goes on Bilbo’s adventure .. eventually meeting Legolas in mirkwood and then fighting with him in the battle of five armies. after the battle, she finds him again and begs him to take her with him because she doesn’t want to go back to her old life again. they go on a bunch of adventures. oc is besties w aragorn. 
Lemony Snicket (ASOUE) - as in his entity as a character in the series, not the author himself (more the tv show than the books even though the books were my ENTIRE childhood) ((the author’s actual name is daniel handler and he’s a lovely person)) anyways, 
my advice for you first and foremost is to never fall in love with a writer
especially if that writer is a prominent member of a secret organization
especially especially if said writer is committed to uncovering and documenting the sad lives of three orphans, the children of a past lover who has died tragically
my name is odessa denouement and I am begging you to put this book down and go read something more pleasant, such as the littlest elf or a story that doesn't involve pain, suffering, and a general lack of morals
odessa and lemony meet when their VFD missions overlap and they’re forced into a number of highly dangerous situations together. features a tragic ending. 
Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood (HP) - because we all know they were in love. probably their last years of hogwarts into the second war. focuses a lot on percy going to the dark side. probably pretty angsty.
Will Turner (POTC)- oc is Jack Sparrow’s daughter. she’s super cool. raised by pirates. best parental relationship I’ve ever written (I usually go for the really shitty parent trope, but this time their relationship is rlly soft and makes me happy) anyways, she falls in love with will turner and it’s hot. 
Beatrice and Phillipa (HP) - cute lesbians in gryffindor (golden trio era). should probably read my bill weasley series first because it’s a spinoff. would probably be their fifth year to sometime around the end of the war. main focus would be bea’s shift to the dark side. 
FP Jones (Riverdale) - gotta preface this one with the fact that I hate riverdale as much as the next guy (sorry riverdale fans) I mean . the show’s insane. BUT FP is what got me through it. so this is the story of him and jughead’s mom in the 80s , then there’s a time jump to the first or second season. going to be short but cute. 
Steven Hyde (that 70s show) - NOT played by d*nny m*sterson. anyways, oc moves to point place from nyc with her mom (who kinda sucks -yes, we’re back to the shitty parent trope-) falls for hyde and it’s rly angsty. at some point she lives in hyde’s old house but i’m not sure exactly when bc idk what season I want to start the season on. she’s also best friends with jackie because I’m in love with jackie. 
Regulus and Marlene (HP) - umm so to be completely honest I don’t know what the plan was for this one. the only thing it says in the draft is “marlene is a slytherin”. I think I was high when I made it. but I feel like there’s some sort of potential there so we’ll see what happens. 
Remus Lupin (HP) - either wolfstar or a slytherin oc or maybe regulus I don’t know. I have some ideas for scenes, but no specific people or genders or really any details at all. I just know I’m in love with remus and want to write about him and his sweaters. 
Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) - oc and jesse keep meeting by chance. first it’s because she’s staying at his parent’s house out of necessity (ep 2), then it’s because she’s Jane’s roommate, then it’s at Jane’s funeral. they keep saying they’re parting ways. that they’ll never see each other again, but it doesn’t work. one way or another, they’ll end up together. 
Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout (HP) - one of my fav ships ever. would start in their sixth year and there would be a few major time jumps over the course of the story. very soft relationship. 
Peter Parker (MCU) - oc has powers over the elements. recruited to the avengers by tony stark. in the process of said transition, hydra attacks her family and oc is filled with rage. throughout the story, she lives with different members of the avengers (she moves around a lot) and she and peter have a friends to lovers sort of thing.
Daniel Desario (Freaks and Geeks) - charlotte’s been friends with the freaks since she was a kid. she’s been on-again-off-again dating nick since middle school, she has mixed feelings about kim, ken is her favorite person ever, and she is hopelessly in love with Daniel. when lindsay comes into the picture and things shift dramatically, charlotte finally has the chance to shoot her shot. 
Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - word for word what I have in my drafts:
ummmmm so we've got a main character named ummmmmm sophie or phoebe or something and shes like blonde and short and only three months older than reid and sup super smart like with math and science and stuff and she graduated early and has a doctorate and is smart and stuff but doesnt really tell anyone and looks kinda sloppy and has a really relaxed attitude and we love her - she almost dropped out of high school because she was bored but then agent gideon was like dude come on ill give u a job (or something?)
oh and her parents and little brother died in a fire when she was eight only her older brother survived and they are super close she loves him so much but she has some trauma from constantly being sent to foster homes where nodbody wanted to keep her bc shes difficult and also like watching her parents die so she has a HUGE fear of fire and an irrational fear of big dogs
ANYWAYS starts off with her at her house and she's just hangin she has a cat and she's making herself dinner and she's one of those super cute single bi girls who likes her plants and her music and her science bookstore
friends in college story (an original work) - okay so I wanna go to film school (I want to be a screenwriter) and this is an original script I’ve been working on but I might adapt parts of it to a story. basically it’s like a dark academia sitcom where a bunch of liberal, progressive kids go to this rural, ultra-christian college for different reasons and find each other and become the ELITE friend group. obviously it would have a better name than the “friends in college story” although now it’s sort of growing on me
the new tragedy (an original work) - “sometimes i need to remind myself that you existed. You were real, you were so real. your hair was real, your crooked smile was real. the way you couldnt talk in the morning before you’d had your coffee, or how you could never get to sleep at night without an episode of whatever show you were obsessing over in the moment. oh my god. you were real. 
she looked like death. the guy, not the concept. sallow skin and dark, sunken eyes that absorbed all of the light and trapped it, holding it hostage and never letting it out. when she smiled, the light poured all over her, like she was taking a shower in it. when she frowned, she looked like a storm cloud. I loved her. I loved her so much. 
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Requested: May I make an Eomer x reader request? When Eomer is forced into exile, the reader, Eomer’s wife, fears that she and their young son would be cast out as well. In order to ensure the safety of her son, the reader turns to her good friend Legolas for help. I figured she could escape to Mirkwood to seek Legolas’ aid and thanduil could be his usual skeptical self until Legolas kind of tells him off due to the reader being a warrior herself and a dear friend.
Okaay, here is the result. I wrote it with my style, so it may not be perfect. Hope you will still like this!
Y/S/N - your son's name
Pairing: Eómer x reader
Warnings: grammatical errors an that's all I think
The promise
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"Forgive me, love. I didn't want to ..." Eómer held my hand.
I was angry and sad at the same time.
Our little son ran after Eómer.
"Where are you going, daddy?" he asked.
Eómer lifted him into his arms. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back ... and I'll take care of you," he winked at me.
"We should go slowly now." guard touched Eomer's shoulder.
"One more minute, please. I have to say goodbye to my wife." he said.
 The guard nodded. "But quickly."
The son hugged his father for the last time and then ran away crying.
I sighed. "Y / N .. forgive me. I'll blame myself for this to my death, " he said.
"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault, after all. You are their victim. Just promise me you'll be back, okay? And be careful ..." I buried my head in his chest.
"Of course I'll be back. I promise. I wouldn't leave you alone. Be careful too. I love you..." We still wanted to kiss, but the guard grabbed Eómer.
Eómer looked at me one last time and left.
I wanted to cry, be furious, but I was silent. I have to be strong because of our son.
A few days passed. I really missed Eómer. Like fish misses water. And I'm not talking about our son. He kept asking about his father. What was I supposed to tell him? I was just comforting him.
People frowned at me in Edoras and whispered something. I didn't feel safe here anymore.
I only had one thing left. Or rather a person.
"What? Y / N, why didn't you tell me sooner? I'd take you away from here right now," Legolas sat with me. We were still in Edoras.
I wrote him a letter asking for help. He immediately ran over here.
Legolas was a great friend of mine. I couldn't wish for a better friend.
"Oh, God, what did Eómer get you into? The two of you," he added.
And did I mention that Eómer doesn't like Legolas and Legolas doesn´t like Eómer?
Eómer thought that Legolas liked me, which was the greatest bullshit I had ever heard.
"Legolas, let's not deal with this now, please. So will you help us please? Trust me, I wouldn't turn to you with help if I didn't have a child, I could handle by myself. But with our son, no, I'm afraid for him."
Tears began to form in my eyes.
He took my hand. "Of course I can help you. You are my best friend. I'll take you both to Mirkwood."
 I was moved. "Thank you, I appreciate it ... you don't even know how."
I hugged him. He gave me a hug again.
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"Who is that woman, Legolas? And that child?"
That was the first thing I heard when we came here.
We were in the throne room, Legolas's father was on the throne and frowned at us. Nice man.
"Your Majesty, I'm Y / N, and this is my son Y / S / N, " I told him this.
My son had his head buried in my skirt. Poor child, he was afraid.
"If you don't mind, we would wanted to stay here. Until my husband returns from exile ... I promise not to get under your feet, to bother you with our presence ... quite the opposite, I will try to help as I will just can. With anything." I told him.
Thranduil came out of the throne, and approached us. "I don't want to hear you, I want to hear my son ..."
Legolas sighed by my side. "Father, I don't know what your problem is."
"Are you really asking me that? I have a problem with dragging a man here. She will be useless to our detriment. What are you doing? They don't need your help, they can do it themselves." Thranduil didn't even raise his voice, but if his gaze killed, I'm already dead.
"Father, at least do it for me. Don't you know that Y / N is my dear friend? Best friend? And she's an amazing warrior. We need more warriors like her."
"Legolas ..." I said. I was moved.
 "They'll do on their own ... it'll probably be hard, but that's what life is about." Thranduil continued, as if he hadn't heard what his son was saying.
"He is right, Legolas. If it bothers you, we'll go somewhere else ... it won't be a problem for me," I told him.
Legolas looked at me in disbelief. "Are you serious? No, no, you'll be here and that's it. Just because my father doesn't want to allow it, doesn't mean you won't be here. "
"Are we really worth it? ”
"Yes. You are. You will stay here. And without debate, " he emphasized you stay here.
Thranduil grinned. "Really Legolas? Even without my permission?"
"Even without your permission, Father." That was the last thing Legolas said. And then he grabbed us both and dragged us to a room.
He said he was a prince and that he could do whatever he wanted and that we should not dare leave because he would not forgive me.
Oh god, I didn't want him to have trouble for us, but what was I supposed to do?
I just started praying, first thanking for such a great friend and then making Eómer come home quickly.
The days passed. To my surprise, Thranduil didn't kick us out of here, quite the opposite. He was silent.
I went to training again. Legolas was right. I'm a warrior. So I just honed my skills with Legolas.
My son usually wandered around with elves somewhere because he made some friends. He was fine here. I sighed. Thank God.
But Eómer missed me so much. Every time I went to bed, I cried softly. Where is he? What's wrong with him?
I wrote him letters, told him we were in Mirkwood, but he never wrote to me. I was terribly worried about him. Then I stopped writing letters to him. He probably didn't read them.
Gradually, I put up with the fact that he would probably never return. Legolas told me that he had left exile a long time ago. But where did he go? Why didn't he come to us? I let him know where we were! Apparently no one has ever seen him. People started spreading the word that he probably died.
 I remember that day. I sat outside on a bench, swallowing the sun's rays. It's been a year. Year. And Eómer was not yet returned.
 Legolas sat down next to me. "Y / N ... you know, I was thinking ..."
 "About what?" I turned
"I know you're worried ... I don't want you to worry anymore. I love you, Y / N."
 I smiled. "Me you too, I will not return to you in my life what you have done for us. I owe you this all. Thank you so much."
He sighed in defeat. "You don't have to thank me, Y / N .. I just ... I don't think this in that sense. I ... I love you. I've loved you for a long time ... I was just silent because Eómer ..."
Am I dreaming? This can not be true!
"Legolas ..." I began, but he interrupted me.
"Don't say anything yet .. I've been thinking about it for a long time ... will you marry me? By marrying me, you will gain all the privilege, you will be safe. I will accept Y / S / N as my son ... just please marry me. " He took my hand and held a ring in it. It was a beautiful gold ring.
I started crying.
I just scared Legolas. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Legolas. I'm crying because ... because I don't love you. I never loved you. I love you as a friend. Like a great friend, but no more .. I'm sorry. I still love Eómer. I wish I was in love with you, but I can't ... take that ring and give it to someone else. That someone else will be happy. "
 Eómer was right. The whole time. And I didn't listen to him.
Legolas was silent. He looked hurt. "Okay, Y / N. It does not matter. And isn't there any chance ...? "
I stopped him. "It's not. Sorry."
 He hid the ring. "But Y / N .. I will still survive this, even if it hurts like hell, but ... you can't hope Eómer returns. It hurts you. He died. You should put up with it!"
I wanted to say something, to defend myself, when I heard a low voice behind me.
"He didn't die."
That's not possible .... I turned around. It was him. My husband. He stood there, emaciated, exhausted.
I got up quickly and ran. "Eómer !! You're back !!" This time I cried with happiness.
Eómer hugged me. But he scolded Legolas.
"I'll handle it with you."
 "I'm excited. And I am serious," Legolas growled
"No! No one will fight here, do you understand?" I shouted angrily.
Legolas stood up. "I'll leave you."
 Eómer was still frowning at him, but when he looked at me, there was tenderness in his eyes.
"Y / N .. love ... I missed you very much .."
"Eómer ... I was worried about you ... very much ..." I whispered.
He kissed me slowly. It was a gentle, slow kiss. We had no hurry. When we finished, we were still hugging.
"Come Eómer. I have to feed you. You lost weight. And Y / S / N will be so happy. "
His eyes lit up at the mention of our son's name.
"I'm so glad to have you ... I'll never leave you again. Never." he swore.
I smiled. "I hope so."
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Eómer was here for a few days. Fortunately, he didn't argue with Legolas.
"I'm doing it for you Y / N, my wife. Otherwise I'd... " He shook his head and sighed.
"I'm glad you're doing this. I'm proud of you." I smiled proudly.
"The food is divine, by the way. You're a great cook." he praised me.
"You're still telling me this. Do you still want the food?" I got up when I saw that he had finished eating.
He nodded. "I'm very hungry."
Meanwhile, the son also entered the room and demanded his father's attention. I left him because he wanted his father.
I took his food again, put it on his table, and when he finished eating, I wanted to put the dishes away. He stopped me, he pulled me into his lap.
"Would you leave us with mommy alone, Y / S / N?" Eómer asked him.
I wanted to object, but he stopped me.
"Sure, Dad .. I'm going to see my friends ..." he disappeared quickly.
"Poor boy. You shouldn't have kick out him like that. He missed you and very much. He kept asking about you." I sighed.
"I have had a lot of time with him a I'll have a lot of time with him, I promise you this, dear. But we weren't alone for a long time.. So I'll eat something else," he said naughty.
"Eómer." I sighed, but didn't object as he began to kiss my neck and collarbone.
"I." kiss on the neck. "Missed." kiss on the chin. "You." kiss on the forehead. "So." kiss on the cheek. "Much." kiss on lips.
"I missed you the way a man missed his wife, Y / N." he muttered between the kisses and leaned me over the table. He rolled up my skirt and stroked my legs.
"Eómer," I sighed. "What did they do to you? Why didn't you write me?" I stroked his hair.
He stopped kissing me. "I couldn't. They forbade me. But I put away every letter. But I was sorry when you stopped writing to me."
"I was worried about you. They said you were dead. And you didn't even write me. So I stopped writing to you. I'm sorry." I fell silent.
He took my hand. "You don't have to be sorry, dear. I thought of you every day. I love you both. I am grateful to have you and to you again because you have given me a son."
"But we have to get out of here. Not to Edoras, but I know one beautiful place ..." he continued.
"Really?" I stroked his wide shoulders.
He nodded. "Seriously. And now we could stop talking and instead ..."
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We left in a few days. Legolas was silent, I knew I had hurt him and I was sorry. I knew we would never be as friends again as before.
Legolas hurried to say goodbye to me, apparently unnerved by Eómer's angry gaze. Then I rebuked Eómer for that.
The biggest surprise, however, was King Thranduil himself. It turned out that he knew his son was in love with me and knew that I was not reciprocating his feelings. That's why he behaved the way he did. Protective parent.
I'm not surprised. I would do the same for Y / S / N. I stroked his hair as he held Eómer's hand.
"I wish you good luck." Thranduil said, and I was speechless.
He didn't wait for our reaction, he just left in silence, his long clothes just rubbed on the ground.
"So now we are alone, my family. Come, I will take care of you and I will never leave you." Eómer said and continued.
"I promise you that."
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mania-mono · 4 days ago
Gimli and Legolas fighting against the Orcs. Gimli shouting how many orcs he had felled compared to Legolas is absolutely like Nie Mingjue capturing the half of the prey in the Phoenix Mountain. But then my Nielan mind goes further and reminds me of various fanfics where the authors write how Mingjue wins the half of the prey to impress his beloved, Lan Xichen.
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stormxpadme · 4 days ago
New series update! In which it is revealed what Erestor is up to and Legolas and Ilya have a not so pleasant conversation about him. This is also basically the chapter that spawned the series unofficial tag about Aragorn being done with the whole family Oropherion’s shit. There are kitties and doggos, too.
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maaaddiexo · 5 days ago
The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.8
Mainlist | Serieslist
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Eight
Nyx marched through the halls of Rivendell angrily. Flight of stairs after flight of stairs she went until she was at the highest lookout point the Elves of Rivendell had built. The sound of water cascading down the mountain drowned out the sound of blood pumping angrily in her ears, but she could still feel it nonetheless. She crossed a small arched bridge in front of waterfall. The mist that came off put out the smoke on her cape.
Nyx discarded her cloak angrily, throwing it on the floor and kicking it away. Her face burned with anger and she rubbed her face, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. Not even a week she’d worn the ring and already it had torn down the defenses she’d spent over a decade building up. She braced herself against the stone balcony railing.
“Focus, Nyx. Like Gandalf taught you.”
“Milady Nyx?” An Elf stood timidly at the top of the stairs. Clearly, he knew he was interrupting something. “Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”
“Tell Elrond and Gandalf I will not be attending. They will understand.”
The Elf hesitated and then bowed. “Of course, Milady Nyx. Would you like to have it sent to your room?”
Nyx hesitated and then nodded curtly.
The Elf bowed once more and then descended the stairs quickly and Nyx felt her knees give out, splitting when they hit the stone. Her fingers gripped the stone spindles and her head rested against them. Nyx couldn’t find it in herself to move. Not even as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped.
Nyx was tired. She could go no further.
When Nyx woke up the next morning, she was still on the outlook, her cloak wrapped around her like a blanket with leaves in her hair.
Someone was touching her shoulder. She saw the familiar staff before she heard the voice.
“My dear, why sleep on the floor when you’ve been offered a bed.”
Nyx looked away. All around her were burnt leaves and grass. Her fingertips were black with ash. She’d spent a long time trying to control her anger the night before. And though she hadn’t burned down a gazebo, Rivendell wasn’t completely unscathed. “What time is it?”
“The Council is about to begin but Frodo refused to start without you. He insists you be part of the meeting.”
Nyx frowned. She wanted no part of the Ring and its journey, wherever it led. Not after what it did to her in less than a week. She felt the anger in her, glowing bright. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly.
“Come on. Up you get.” Gandalf helped Nyx to her feet and began to fret over her, pulling the leaves and twigs out of her hair and brushing down her cloak. “That’ll do.”
Nyx frowned and self-consciously pulled her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. They descended the stairs quickly, Nyx trailing behind the grey wizard. “Gandalf, I do not want to go with the Ring.”
“You do not have to. But attend for Frodo’s sake. Here,” he grabbed Nyx’s scythe and placed it in her hands. There was still dried blood on it from the last time she used it. “Come.”
Everyone was already seated in the Council Room and Nyx moved to stand behind Frodo’s chair. He smiled gratefully at her over his shoulder. She tried to smile back but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.
“Strangers from distant lands,” Elrond began. “Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall.”
Nyx found Aragorn’s eyes across the circular room, fear brimming in her eyes. Her gave her a calm smile before turning to look at someone else. The Elf from the day before. They shared a familiar look with one another. A look of familiarity and friendship.
“Each race is bound to this fate – this one doom,” Elrond continued. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”
Frodo stood on shaky legs, looking at Gandalf and then Nyx behind him. She nodded encouragingly at him. He reached into his pocket as he walked towards the small stone table in the middle, octagonal in shape. He placed it on the stone gently but still, everyone heard it thud, like a boulder hitting the bottom of chasm.
Immediately, the Ring began to hum and sing, and everyone sat forward in their chairs, drawn to it. Except for Nyx. She took a step back in fear. Her fingers began to warm.
“So, it is true,” a man murmured. He stood up slowly. “In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the west, a pale light lingered. Voices crying. Our doom is near at hand.” He moved closer to the Ring. “Isildur’s Bane is found.” He reached his hand forward. “Isildur’s Bane.”
“Boromir!” Elrond shouted. The man stood up with a fright, shaken out the Ring’s lure, and looked to the sky in shock as it began to darken.
Gandalf stood, reaching a hand to the sky. He began to chant in Black Speech.
Ash nazg durbatulûk
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash nazg thrakatulûk
Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul
Nyx stared at the Ring, reciting the translation under her breath. It was the inscription on the Ring.
“One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them.”
With Gandalf’s word, the sky brightened as fast as it darkened and everyone sat back down except for Nyx, who had no seat.
“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris.”
“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf said to Elrond. “For the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west. The Ring is altogether evil,” he reminded the people in front of him.
Boromir shook his head. “It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay! By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!”
“It cannot be used against its true master,” Nyx said angrily. “All it does is pull the evil from within and make you a monster.”
“And what do you, a mere girl, know about the Ring?” Another man spat at her. The rage bubbled in Nyx and her fingers did more than warm. Someone laid a hand on arm. Gandalf.
“Nyx is right,” Aragorn said. “You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”
“And what would a Ranger know of this matter? You are no more experienced than the girl!”
“This is no mere Ranger.” Nyx watched as the silver-haired elf stood up. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Aragorn and the Elf did know each other.
“And it would not be wise to insult Nyx,” Elrond added. “For she has the nasty habit of catching fire.”
“Witch!” A man hissed. Nyx glared at him, her eyes flaming orange. It was one of the few tricks she’d picked up over the years. The man gasped and then fainted, and Nyx smirked. She swore she heard Gandalf chuckle too.
Boromir looked at Nyx and then Aragorn. He chose to focus on the latter. “This is Isildur’s heir?”
“And heir to throne of Gondor,” the Elf added. Nyx winced. Salt in the wound, if you asked her.
“Havo dad, Legolas.” Nyx glanced at the elf as he obeyed his friend’s words to sit down. So his name was Legolas.
“Gondor has no King,” Boromir said. “Gondor needs no King.”
“Then what does that make you?” Nyx wondered.
Gandalf spoke before Boromir could respond to Nyx’s angry words. “Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.”
“You have only one choice,” Elrond added. “The Ring must be destroyed.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” The Dwarf with ginger hair and a thick Scottish accent stood up and swung his axe. His axe should have shattered the Ring. Instead, the axe splintered into pieces and the Dwarf was thrown onto his back.
Frodo flinched, grabbing for his head. Sauron’s Eye flashed in his mind.
Nyx dropped to the ground, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest as images flashed in her mind. White hair. Fire. A blade dripping in blood. Somebody screaming. She coughed and black liquid splattered onto the stone. Ichor. Her cheek burned.
“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.”
Nyx wiped at her lips with the sleeve of her dress and stood up on weak legs. Gandalf offered her his arm.
“One of you must do this.”
There was silence all around.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir argued quietly. “Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”
“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” Legolas demanded. “The Ring must be destroyed!”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it!” Gimli argued.
“And if we fail, what then?” Boromir added, standing up. “What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?”
Gimli stood up – not that it made him any taller. “I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!”
The other Elves stood at Gimli’s insult and, soon enough, everyone was standing and yelling over one another. Frodo sat still, staring at the Ring as it called for him.
“Yes, Frodo?”
“I think it needs to be me.”
“Are you saying that because It calls to you or because you are strong enough to fight Its call?”
“I’m doing it because I don’t want to do it. Everyone is fighting to be the one because they don’t want somebody else to do it. I just want it done.”
Nyx smiled. “Then say so.”
Frodo’s announcement went unheard the first time. And the second. Nyx huffed and grabbed her scythe, which she had placed on the ground at the beginning of the meeting. She lifted it and swung it down against the concrete as hard as she could. The blade embedded itself in the concrete until no more metal could be seen. The crack echoed all across Rivendell and across the ponds and ocean, bouncing off the sides of the cliff. The Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Wizard stopped arguing instantly.
Elrond sighed indignantly. “Why must you always break something when you visit?”
“Because you ignorant and stubborn men never listen. Now, shut up and sit down. All of you.” She stepped back as Frodo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. His hands were so sweaty.
“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though…I do not know the way.”
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.” Gandalf gently touched the young Hobbit’s shoulder in reassurance. “So long as it is yours to bear.”
Aragorn stood. “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.” He walked across the circular room and knelt at Frodo’s feet. “You have my sword.”
“And you have my bow.” Legolas moved to Frodo too, passing Nyx on the way.
“And my axe,” Gimli promised.
Boromir stepped forward slowly. “You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.”
Nyx stared at Boromir a moment longer. She didn’t like the way he spoke to Frodo, and she certainly didn’t like the faraway look in his eye.
“Heh!” Something brushed the side of Nyx’s skirt and she watched as Sam jumped from behind some bushes and ran to Frodo’s side, crossing his arms. “Mister Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.”
Elrond looked down at Sam in both disappointment and pride. “No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.”
“Doing some gardening again are we, Master Gamgee?” Gandalf asked with a pointed look in his eyes.
Sam looked down at his feet awkwardly. Nyx smiled.
From the other end, someone shouted. “Oi! Wait! We’re coming too!”
Nyx bit back her laughter at Elrond’s expression as the two cousins rushed to stand beside Frodo as well.
“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” Merry insisted.
“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.”
Merry looked at Pippin. “Well, that rules you out, Pip.”
Pippin looked offended. Frodo turned around to look at Nyx, who was standing separate from the group.
“What about you, Nyx? Will you come with me?”
“You want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Aragorn said. “We could use a dragon in our company.”
Nyx smiled. For once, the name she’d been given wasn’t be used in anger or fear. “Then you shall have her.”
“Ten companions. So be it,” Elrond announced. “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”
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unnamedelement · 7 days ago
Latest line from your WIP/pet project!
Rules: write the latest line from your pet project, something you WISH were your WIP but you are not quite ready to--or emotionally prepared to--put out into the world yet, and tag as many people as there are words in the line (or, if you’re me, a random number of people). Make a new post, don’t reblog. (Unless you really want to reblog, I don’t care.)
Tagged by @diamondrust
When Saida returned at the end of a long day--packed with impromptu meetings with Arwen and the department lead--Legolas was in the kitchen with his headphones on, hands wrist deep in flatbread dough and Gimli hovering at his shoulder.
From my weird Legend of Korra-vibed Mod Tolkien AU that is literally just about my feelings and the Sealonging and the way being shut and also a weird Studio Ghibli aesthetic. So, LotR, but make it soft steampunk (but not.......?). (Real clear, right?)
I tag, um....  @foxleycrow @aipilosse @roselightfairy @skyeventide @galadhremmin @starwrought @carlandrea1 @lightofthetrees And whoever else wants to join. (literally--I can only hold a certain number of things in my mind at one time, I do not jest. If you are not included, it is no slight!)
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entishramblings · 7 days ago
*gets any assignment in school*
Me: if you can write a 100k+ fic, you can do this. if you can write a 100k+ fic, you can do this. if you can write a 100k+ fic, you can do this. if you can write a 100k+ fic, you can do this.
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maaaddiexo · 7 days ago
The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.7
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Seven
Nyx had spent what felt like hours telling Lord Elrond what had transpired all those years ago in the Goblin caves and as recently as the past few days.
The Ring has awoken.
Sauron lives.
It was three days later when Strider and the Hobbits arrived and another two when Gandalf arrived. He apologized to the Hobbits and Nyx for abandoning them, filling them in on his time as Saruman’s prisoner. It was a shock for Elrond and Nyx to hear that the White Wizard had fallen to the seduction of evil.
One morning, Nyx had watched in curiosity as Rivendell messengers left at dawn for lands far and wide. She did not know why so many had left, but she knew it could not be good.
Nyx turned away and back to her room. The Hobbits had all been given their own rooms upon arriving, but Nyx knew they all ended up in the same bed every night. She had also learned of Strider’s true identity. A born-to-be King who did not want the throne.
“All power has ever done is corrupt and chain men,” Aragorn had said one evening.
“Power does not do that to just men,” Nyx had replied. The scar on her cheek burned and she touched it gently.
A blood curse cannot be broken.
Sam knocked on the doorframe of Nyx’s room. “He’s awake Lady Nyx.”
Nyx smiled and grabbed her cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders before following Sam to Frodo’s room. He was being helped into a vest when they arrived and Nyx smiled as Frodo’s face filled with glee at the sight of Nyx.
“Nyx!” The young girl bent down and wrapped her arms around Frodo, hugging him tightly.
“I am so glad you’re okay, Frodo.”
They pulled away. “Me too. Sam told me what you risked for me. Thank you, Nyx. For taking the Ring.”
Nyx smiled. “I do not know how you carry it. It is so heavy. But I will continue to carry it for you until you are better.”
Frodo smiled. “Thank you, Nyx. But I can take it. I think am strong enough.”
Nyx smiled and pulled off the chain and reclasped it around Frodo’s neck. “The strongest of us all. Now, shall we go find the others?”
Sam and Nyx led Frodo through the halls and corridors of Rivendell, letting him take his time in exploring the Elven town. It was fall and the leaves were slowly changing from a bright green to a warm orange.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I came here when I was a little girl,” Nyx admitted to the two boys. “I thought it was a palace. It was built thousands of years ago and has stood ever since. Well, except for that gazebo.” Nyx pointed to a gazebo below with a rounded top and a spike on top. “I burnt down the one that stood before it when Lord Elrond told me I couldn’t have dinner early.”
Frodo and Sam giggled at Nyx’s confession and they continued walking, stopping short when the other two hobbits barrelled into Sam and Frodo. Nyx, who had already reunited with the two, stepped away and climbed the stairs to where Elrond and Gandalf stood.
“How is he?” Elrond wondered.
“Happy,” Nyx replied. “He has the Ring again, but it doesn’t seem to bother him like it did before. Perhaps because he knows he will not have to hold onto it much longer.”
Elrond and Gandalf shared a look. “About that…”
“What do you mean the Ring cannot stay in Rivendell?” Nyx shouted angrily. The candles beside her lit on their own, flickering angrily.
“The Elves cannot hide its power, nor can we protect it against Isengard and Mordor. I have called a Council. This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. It is only fair they have a say in what is done with it.”
A horn was blown below, and Nyx rushed with Gandalf to the balcony, sparing one last angry glare at Lord Elrond. She watched as horse after horse galloped into the courtyard. First, a Man with shoulder-length brown hair, a shield on his back, and flag around his horse’s neck.
Second, an elf with long silver hair braided back elegantly, pointed ears, a flowing cape, and bow on his back. An Elf, Nyx surmised. Though, not one from Rivendell. His beauty enraptured Nyx for all elves were ethereal, but this one’s silver eyes were intriguing, full of wonder. His eyes caught hers for a moment before she was drawn to two more incoming Elves behind him. Then came the Dwarves.
One had wild grey-white hair and a long beard, while the other was entrenched in leather armour with faux scales, and his long red beard had been braided in a traditional Dwarvish style. He rested on his axe patiently.
“With Frodo awake, we must decide now how to end it.”
Nyx spared one last glance at the Elf below before turning back to Elrond with daggers in her eyes. The end of her dress had begun to smoke. “It seems like you’ve already made a decision.”
“Nyx? Where are you going?”
“For some bloody air.”
“Be careful where you walk, my dear,” Gandalf warned calmly. “Your dress is on fire.”
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unnamedelement · 9 days ago
@roselightfairy has been kind enough to let me practice podficcing on some of her fics, which I am very grateful for, as she has some of the most beautiful Legolas & Gimli prose I have read. This is the first full-length recording I made with my new mic, the Shure MV7. I still have a lot of learning to do audio-editing wise and I did this in one take, but I am excited with this new start. (Of course, it helps that this is some of the most heart-wrenching material in the active L&G LotR fandom!) Thanks, Rose--you’ve been an anchor this past... half a year now? Thank you. And may Legolas and Gimli *sob* live long and prosper. Please, if you enjoy this, give some love to the original fic at this link (and the podfic at this link). Music is legally licensed from James Beaudreau.
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I don't know.. I don't know if I like this story or not.. but it's worth a try. The first LOTR fanfic about Legolas and Y/N is here
Pairing: Legolas x you
Warnings: alcohol, grammatical errors
Summary: You will get drunk. What will Legolas do with it?
Drinking game
I love this gif so much! Leggy looks so cute and adorable! I had to put it here..
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Legolas was ignoring me.  For a long time.  I didn’t know why, but I slowly started to worry … did I do something wrong?
Brain told me that not.  But doubts still bothered me.
Did he find out … that I liked him?  I don’t know how he did that, because I didn’t let any of the my clues show that I like him!   I was afraid of his rejection.
But how did he find out?
So that was the question.
To keep my pride anyway, I pretended to don’t care that Legolas was ignoring me.
We were in Edoras now.  A feast was here, and I welcomed the feast with great pleasure.  We deserved it … We lost a lot of our fighters … but we won.  I wanted to forget about the fight and the others, at least for a while.
Gimli was sitting at a table with a huge glass of beer in front of him.
I raised an eyebrow.
Legolas stood with a glass on the table in front of him.  I smirked.
“Boys, are you going to play a drinking game?”
Legolas looked at me.
“Yes! And you? Don’t you want to join, lass?"  Gimli winked at me.
I laughed.  "I don’t drink alcohol. It’s been a long time."  I added.
In fact, I don’t have a good experience with alcohol.  Every time I take a sip of alcohol, I have to have another one and then I get really drunk.  And when I get drunk … I do all the stupid stuff.  The last time I ran naked into the woods.  Oh god.  No one has seen me there yet.  I hope.  
Alcohol?  No, please.
Legolas spoke up.  "So what exactly is the point of this drinking game then?”
That would interest me too.
Gimli mysteriously faced and grinned.  “Last man standing wins kiss from Y / N!”
“I am on!"  Legolas screamed and took a good gulp.
I looked at him in shock.  He ignored my gazes.  Does he want me to kiss him?  He ignored me!  I really don’t know men. Or elf - men. Not really.
Gimli also started drinking.  The two of them didn’t notice me either, they were biased to drink.
I walked over to Éomer, who was watching in amusement.
"They went crazy, didn’t they?"  I asked him.
Éomer grinned.  "You can’t blame them, Y / N. They want their deserved kiss.”
I rolled my eyes.  “All right then. Except that Legolas doesn’t look like he wants a kiss with me, but okay.”
Éomer faced in confusion.  “What are you talking about? The man is into you. Didn’t you notice the way he looked at you? And he almost died for fear that something would happen to you in battle!”
I widened my eyes.  “I don’t believe you, Éomer.”
“You know what, Y / N … you’re really a fool. You two walk around yourselves, but you don’t admit to each other that you feel anything for each other.”
“Who told you that?"  I hissed.  He couldn’t notice it in such a short time.
Eomer rolled his eyes.  "Even a blind man would notice. Everyone knows it. Aragorn, Gimli, Gandalf, …”
I looked at him.  “Aren’t you drunk?”
He sighed.  “As you wish, Y / N. As you wish."  And with that, he walked away.
What was it?  It can not be true.  Legolas isn’t into me.  That’s enough.  The end.
I walked over to the table.  There was a pitcher of some lemonade.   I was hoping there was no alcohol in it.  Surprisingly, it tasted good and I didn’t smell any alcohol.  It was really good.  I poured it to myself again.
After a long time
Somehow my head was shaking.  I didn’t care. I was in a good mood.  Life seemed so nice!
I started moving to the beat of the music and then I fell.  Oops.
Someone helped me get up.
"Y / N. How much did you drink?”
Legolas.  Of course.
I pushed myself away from him. “I didn’t drink anything. By the way, how did you do in that game? Who won?”
Legolas squinted at me suspiciously.
I noticed Gimli on the ground.
“You won, didn’t you? You don’t look drunk. So don’t you want your prize?"  
"It doesn’t matter. I’ll take you to your room …” he took my hand.
 Didn’t I attract him?
“Let me be!"  I shouted and wanted to drink, but Legolas took my glass.
"That’s enough.”
“Legolas! That wasn’t nice of you!”
“Y / N .. trust me, you will thank me in the morning ..”
“Why are you so caring? You don’t like me!"  I whimpered.
Legolas blushed.  "What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re ignoring me! Still! I don’t understand why, we were friends, didn’t I? But you probably started to think I liked you! You know what, my dear, it’s not at all! I don’t like you at all!"  And with that I ran away from him.
I didn’t know where I was going.  Or did I know?  I do not know.
Suddenly I was standing on the table, all eyes on me.
I wasn’t afraid.  "I, Y / N, will show you a great dance now! Look!”
Some looked amused, some even applauded me.  I didn’t care.  At that moment, the whole world belonged to me.
I started to curl up and I danced.
I felt like on fire.  I was warm.
“People! Are you so hot too?"  I shouted.  And I put on my top clothes.  I throw it somewhere.  There was an admiring whistle.
I also wanted to undress a short cloth that covered my chest.  I had nothing under it.
"Come on! Get undressed!"  someone shouted.
I wanted to fulfill his wish when someone put me down from the table.
It was Legolas.  "Put it on. Quickly."  He held his garment in his hand.   He was half naked.  He undressed because of me.  And he looked divine.
"Why? It was fun!"  I said unhappily.
"Yes, it was fun! Why didn’t you allow it to us, elf-boy?"  there was a male voice.  I guess it was the voice that supported me in undressing.
Legolas looked furiously.
He quickly pulled his cloth over my head and pushed me into someone’s arms … I looked up.  Aragorn.
"Take care of her."  he told him.
Aragorn nodded.  He had a small grin on his lips.
"What is he doing?"  I asked.
"Watch."  he said.
So I watched.  Legolas walked over to the guy and … hit him hard.
"Never support a drunk girl in undressing. Is that clear to you ?! Never! And especially not my girl! Because next time … I’ll kill you."  Legolas crashed into him a few more times and the man fell.
I had no words.  Why?  Did he say my girl ?
Legolas returned to me with a deadly expression and grabbed me from Aragorn’s arms.
"You’re coming with me.”
I didn’t object.  My head was still spinning.  He led me somewhere.  We found ourselves in a small room with a bed.  Legolas sat on it and put his head in his hands.  His hands were covered in blood.  I felt guilty.
“Legolas …” I walked over to him.  “I am sorry.”
He raised his head.  “It’s okay, Y / N. Get some sleep.”
I nodded and lay down on the bed.
Legolas got up and wanted to leave without a word, but I stopped him.
“Don’t go … stay. I’m scared.”
He smiled weakly.  “Is that brave warrior afraid?"  But he came to me.
I came in.  "Yes. Lie next to me.”
“Are you sure?"  he hesitated.
"Of course I am.”
He obeyed me and lay down next to me.  But as far away from me as possible.
I sighed.
“Why are you so far away from me? Come closer.”
Sigh.  “Y / N.”
Since he didn’t do anything, I moved closer him.  I laid my head on his .. still bare chest.
“Sleep already."  he ordered me, but stroked my hair.
"Hmm …”
I couldn’t sleep.  I turned my face to him.
“Did you call me your girl?”
He sighed again.
“Yes, Y / N. I called you.”
“It means…”
“That means you have to sleep."  he wanted to end the debate.
I nodded.  All right.
My eyes began to close.
I felt as if he had kissed me on the forehead and whispered, ”Ni meleth le.“
Headache.  Terrible headache.
That’s what I felt when I woke up.  And a terrible dry throat.
"Here’s the water,” came a pleasant voice.  Legolas.
What is he doing here?
He put a glass of water in my hand.  I drank it immediately.
“Legolas … what are you doing here?"  I rolled my eyes at him.
He grinned in amusement.  "You don’t remember?”
“What should I remember?"  I closed in confusion.
"Well … you was drunk. A lot."  he explained.
I looked at him like he was crazy and I started laughing.  "What? Certainly not. I haven’t drunk alcohol in 4 years.”
“But yes. You got drunk. And what do you remember from yesterday?”
I scratched my head.  I felt horrible.  “You and Gimli. You played drinking game. And then …”
“And then what?”
“I don’t know .. I’m doing something about dancing .. warmth, it was so hot! And .. I remember you too. And some battle!"  My head hurt even more.
"Well, Y / N, you probably don’t want to admit it, but you got pretty drunk yesterday. You danced on my desk. And you wanted to undress. If I wasn’t there, you would already standing there naked. And some guy was verbally harassing you."  he said.
I looked at him.  Did it really happen?
"But … but … I drank non alcoholic drinks!"  I shouted desperately.
"It wasn’t non alcoholic. It may have tasted without alcohol,  but that was strongest alcohol at the feast.”
I stared into space.  All the memories gradually came to my mind.  Bad memories.  I danced.  It was foggy.  A .. and Legolas!  God, I was arguing with him or what!
It’s true.  I got drunk.  I did it.  I don’t even want to see alcohol for years.  Actually, never again.
I looked at Legolas slowly.  He didn’t seem to mind.  He actually looked amused.
“Legolas, will you do me a favor?"  I asked him.
"What’s the matter?”
“Kill me. Seriously. Bury me in the ground. Come on, don’t laugh! That’s not funny! God, I feel so embarrassed … I’ll never drink again. Never."  I declared and he laughed.
"Come on, Y / N, it doesn’t matter. Each of us does a mess sometimes.”
“Has something like this already happened to you?”
“Um .. well .. probably not ..” he said.
I chased him.  “You see.”
“It’ll be fine. Really."  he smiled.
I sighed.  "Actually, I want to thank you for being with me yesterday and for fighting with a guy you didn’t have to do and for not allowing me to do something stupid … and for everything. Thank you ….  ”
“You’re welcome … really. I’d do it again.”
I smiled at him.
“And this … well, um …” I blushed.  “I’m sorry I acted like a camel.”
He smiled even wider.  “Y / N, you didn’t act like a camel. You don’t have to apologize. I should apologize. I ignored you.”
I was silent.
“Because … I love you. And I don’t know what to do. And I don’t know if you even like me …” he blushed.  It was adorable!  But I didn’t expect him to say he loved me …. Oh gosh, is it really happening?
“I love you too. Really. We acted like two idiots. The others were right.”
“They were."  Legolas agreed.
"By the way, I had a dream yesterday when we slept together. You said something in Elvish."  I remarked.
"It wasn’t dream. I said Ni meleth le. It means I love you."  he said.
"Oh Legolas …” I smiled.
We just held hands in silence for a moment when Legolas suddenly spoke.
“And while we’re at it, where’s my drinking game prize?”
I smirked.  “Come after it.”
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maaaddiexo · 10 days ago
The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.6
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Six
Through the woods they ran. The sun had barely begun to rise when they heard the screeches of the Nazgûl once more.
“Hurry!” Strider shouted from the front of the line, Frodo thrown over his shoulder. His skin had paled and small groans came through his lips every time he was jostled around.
“We’re six days from Rivendell,” Sam replied. “He’ll never make it!”
“Have faith,” Nyx said, though she feared Sam was right. “If he can withstand the Ring he may be able to stay off the poison in his veins long enough.”
They moved as fast as they could until the next sunset, finding refuge in thick foliage, surrounded by three trolls that had once been turned to stone. Nyx touched one gently. “Bilbo turned these to stone sixty years ago. Gandalf told me about it when I was younger.”
“How did he turn them to stone?” Merry asked as he wrapped an unconscious Frodo in an extra blanket. The poor Hobbit had begun to shiver.
“Trolls cannot stand sunlight. They will turn to stone if any sunlight touches their skin. Bilbo saved the entire company from being eaten that night. It was the first time he proved himself helpful to Thorin Oakenshield.”
“He’s waking up!” Sam shouted. “Look, Frodo. It’s Mister Bilbo’s trolls!”
Frodo could only moan and groan, his eyes enlarged and his skin a pale blue. All of the veins in his chest were visible. Sam touched his cheek.
“Mister Frodo? He’s going cold!”
“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked worriedly.
Strider looked sadly at the Hobbits. “He is passing into the Shadow World. He’ll soon become a wraith like them.”
Frodo gasped painfully again, and the Ringwraiths screeched in response. The noise came from all around them.
“They’re close!” Merry gasped.
“Sam? Do you know the athelas plant?”
“Kingsfoil? Ah, it’s a weed.”
“It may help to slow the poison,” Strider said. Sam nodded and moved to leave but Nyx stopped him.
“I will go. I know what the plant looks like and where to find it. Besides, I am still uneasy from last night. I believe some time away from people may help calm me down.”
Strider hesitated and then nodded. “Alright. Don’t stray too far. There is another plant, echinacea. I will search for that.”
Nyx nodded and the two left the Hobbits alone and moved into the woods, searching for their respected plants. Nyx had just found hers when she heard a new voice. Not a wraith, but a woman.
“What’s this? A Ranger caught off his guard?”
Nyx grabbed her scythe. “Drop your weapon.”
“It’s alright, Nyx,” Strider said. “She is an old friend. Only having fun.”
The woman stood up straight and sheathed her sword, revealing porcelain skin and pointed ears. An Elf. “My name is Arwen. I bring no harm, but it is my job to patrol the borders. When we heard of Ringwraiths, I was sent out further to investigate.”
“Our friend, Frodo, he was stabbed with a Morgul blade,” Nyx said. “Can you help him?”
“Not here.”
“He’s this way,” Strider said. They returned to camp, Arwen with her white horse. Frodo’s head rolled to the side when they approached, but Nyx was unsure if he was truly seeing them.
“Frodo,” Arwen whispered. Frodo’s lips moved but nothing came out. Arwen said something in Elvish Nyx could barely hear. I have come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light.
The Hobbit’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as some colour returned to his face.
“Who is she?” Merry whispered as Arwen knelt beside him.
“She’s an elf,” Sam said in awe. He had never seen an Elf before.
“He is fading,” Arwen whispered.
Nyx knelt on the other side of Frodo, ripping up the plant she’d gone out to find. Arwen pulled back Frodo’s shirt to examine the wound, revealing purplish and black veins stemming from the wound. After chewing on the plant, Nyx placed the plant over the wound, cooing at Frodo as he gasped in pain.
“He is not going to last. We must get him to my father.”
The three stood up and Strider picked up Frodo, moving to place him on Arwen’s horse.
“There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know.”
“They’ll be back,” Nyx said. A sense of dread filled her heart.
“Let me take him,” Arwen said.
“Arwen,” Strider sighed. Something in his eyes told Nyx that Arwen was more than just a friend to him.
“I do not fear them.”
Strider conceded, moving to let her mount her horse. “You must ride hard. Don’t look back.”
“Wait!” Nyx moved past Strider, reaching into Frodo’s pocket for the Ring. It immediately felt heavy in her hand, calling out for the devil within.
“Nyx!” Strider said harshly. “What are you doing?”
Nyx ignored him, stringing it onto the plain chain hidden underneath her dress. “Giving them a better chance.” Nyx moved to Strider’s horse, mounting it with ease.
“But they saw his face at the watchtower!” Merry shouted.
“Exactly. If the Ring is separated from the one who once had it, it will buy Arwen some extra time.”
“Nyx,” Strider warned. She looked down at him.
“I was telling you the truth the other night. I don’t want the Ring. But Gandalf believed that Frodo is destined to carry the One Ring. And if he is, he needs to be alive to do it.”
“Does it not call to you?” Strider asked softly.
“It does,” Nyx admitted. Already she could feel her resolve weakening against the curse. “But the evil inside me wants the Ring for itself. It does not want to give it away.” She tightened her grip on the reins. “I will see you all in Rivendell. With the Ring.”
“We need to hurry,” Arwen said. Nyx nodded and the two took off together. They rode through the night just like Strider had said – hard and fast. They did not stop at daybreak and they did not stop for food. At one point, when they had to cross a river, they let the horses drink momentarily and eat some grass by the shore, but then they were off again.
“How is he doing?” Nyx yelled as they rode through a meadow.
“The athelas isn’t working anymore!” Arwen replied. They both spurred their horses to go faster. The meadow ended just as suddenly as the forest began and the Ring around Nyx’s neck felt heavy with evil. Something churned inside her.
“They’re here!” she shouted to Arwen before pulling her horse away from the Elf and Hobbit. The Ring burned under her dress, begging her to take control of it. Give it to the Nazgûl. And the evil inside of her begged her to put it on and use it for herself. Nyx screamed aloud, forcing herself to stay true to her journey and dodged the trees. Hooves sounded loudly behind her and Nyx knew the Nazgûl were upon her. Through the trees to her left, she saw Arwen with a Ringwraith on either side of her. Normally, Arwen would have been able to fight them off. But Frodo was fading and she had to hold onto him to keep him on the horse.
“I cannot outrun them!”
Nyx reached for the necklace, pulling it over her head and dangling it in front of her. She didn’t have to say a word before the two Ringwraiths turned to her and left Arwen alone. “Go, Arwen!”
Nyx weaved through the trees as Arwen galloped straight ahead. They were almost at the border of Rivendell; Nyx could feel the magic in the air. The trees thickened and the air became colder as Nyx neared the riverbank. She could barely hear the trinkling of water over her laboured breath and heavy heart. The trees broke on the edge of the riverbank, and across the way she could see Arwen. She joined her side and together they watched to see if the Nazgûl would cross.
They screeched at the touch of the water.
“Give it up,” one growled.
Nyx held up the necklace while Arwen unsheathed her sword. “If you want it. If you want him, come and claim him.”
The Ringwraiths waded into the water on their horses and Nyx moved back. Arwen looked around them, muttering elvish under her breath. Nyx chanced a glance at Frodo. He was wheezing now, and green liquid was dripping from his mouth.
Something rumbled in the distance and all parties looked upstream as a tsunami of water came rushing at them. Wordlessly, Nyx moved to the shore and watched as something reached out from the rushing water.
“Horses?” she wondered. They trampled the Ringwraiths without hesitation, washing them and their horses downstream. Nyx smiled in delight, turning back to Arwen and Frodo only to see the two of them on the riverbank.
“No, Frodo!” Arwen cried. “Don’t give in.”
Frodo wheezed softly and Nyx dropped to her knees, pushing his sweaty curls out of his face. “Frodo…”
Arwen pulled the Hobbit into her, tears falling freely as she cradled the boy. “What grace has given me – let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”
Frodo gasped for air, but his eyes were still enlarged and the whites of his tinted red. Nyx looked at Arwen. “What did you do?”
“I gave him a little more time. Come on.”
Nyx mounted Strider’s horse and they were off once more. From the dirt came a stone pathway and stone arches overhead. Elves in armour watched as they raced past them but did not try to stop them. An Elven horn was blown somewhere behind them.
Arwen stopped in a round stone courtyard, and they dropped to the ground as a man with Arwen’s hair and bright blue eyes approached them.
“He’s been struck with a morgul blade. He needs help,” Arwen said. The man nodded and touched her back. Arwen hurried down the corridor on the right. Nyx moved to follow her but an arm prevented her from doing so.
“It has been a long time, Nyx of Tyndall.”
Nyx dropped into a quick curtsey. “Lord Elrond.”
“You carry more evil with you during this visit. What has happened?”
Nyx touched her sternum where the Ring rested. “Not here. And tell your men to expect more company. A Man and three Hobbits.”
Elrond nodded and led Nyx to the Council Room. “Tell me everything that has happened.”
Nervously, Nyx pulled the chain over her head and placed the ring on the table. It felt too heavy in her hands for just a ring.
“That cannot be,” Elrond gasped. The two stared down at, dread in their stomachs. “The Ring of Power has been found.”
Part 1.7 ➺
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stormxpadme · 10 days ago
42 with Legolas and Tarisilya for the kiss prompts?
Also if you get a following notification from me it's because I accidentally unfollowed you trying to sending you an ask, sorry about that!
50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts
42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
“I’ll be right there, elwen.” Seeing her husband appear in the doorway, Tarisilya cast a quick glance outside the window, checking the position of the sun. The hour was later than hoped. She had not even begun packing yet; she still needed to redress, too, and they were expected in Minas Tirith by nightfall at the latest.
On the other hand, she had never been closer to finally get results from the study on a few blood and flesh samples she’d taken from a couple of frequently sick deer outside the settlement yesterday. And those would all go to waste if she stopped now.
“This is really important, Legolas,” she sighed when her husband only raised an eyebrow at her, obviously not convinced by her promise, given she’d failed to keep the last two of this kind already. “Can’t you just go without me?”
“It’s the Princess’ birthday, Ilya.” Her husband came to stand behind her with a sigh and gently massaged her shoulders that were tenser than usual after working through the night.
With him, at least, dressed for the occasion already, Tarisilya couldn’t resist letting her eyes roam over the almost sinfully tight white tunic on his upper body for a moment. She wasn’t sure if the tailors of his old home realm responsible for sending their Crown Prince some new wardrobe every now and then, had simply forgotten that their works needed to fully cover the bulging muscles of well-trained archer arms or if they did this on purpose, but she sure wasn’t complaining.
Sadly, there was no time to ogle Legolas right now - she really needed to get this done.
“I know ...”
“Faramir put a lot of effort in this celebration. He was being very clear about both of us being supposed to attend.“
No matter how good that touch felt, Tarsilya had to dodge those clever hands on her neck with a regretful headshake and bend over her vials and knives again.
“Well, it’s not the first time you’re having a little disagreement with the Steward. As long as you don’t try to start another war over it ...”
“Very funny. You’re not the only healer here, you know. Tell Tauriel what to do and get ready, please.”
When Tarisilya still didn’t move, Legolas knelt down next to her chair to look her in the eye. “Come on, elwen. I appreciate how much effort you put into this, but it’s probably just a bad badge of physical traits that have been passed on since last year’s mating season. Those do usually thin out all by themselves after a few generations.”
“Or it could be another poisonous plant or sickness spreading from the east that we haven’t found out about yet,” Tarisilya answered with tight lips. “We’ve made the mistake of underestimating the ruins of Mordor once too often, elwen. I’d rather contain this before it spreads. Why don’t you just ride ahead? I’ll join you later, alright?”
“Hm-hm.” Legolas had obviously decided, words weren’t being of any use here. His chin resting on her shoulder now, those gently circling fingertips had wandered from her throat down her back and started playing with the laces of her dress as if he was considering helping her get out of it personally - not that she would put it behind him. Only she kind of doubted that either of them would be remembering then that she was supposed to put on a new one. A few tender stray kisses were placed on her neck, her temple, her ear finally, where the touch of slightly too quick breathing made her shiver immediately.
“You’re playing unfair, you know.” Tarisilya really did her best to keep on staring on the vial filled with red and a dissolving blueish solution in her hand, but that wasn’t exactly easy with a playful tongue tracing the shell of her ear.
“Not at all. Only interested in your work,” Legolas murmured, far too close to the tip of her ear before giving it a teasing bite, and damnit, he knew exactly how quickly that always robbed her of every resistance. “What do you see in there?”
“Someone trying to break my concentration.” Tarisilya put the vial back into its rack because her hands were starting to tremble dangerously from a heated touch slipping between the loose laces of her dress, low enough to give her behind a firm squeeze. “You do realize that if you’re planning to leave for the capital in time, this is quite counterproductive, right?”
“Oh, did I forget to mention that? We only need to leave in two hours. I must have read the invitation wrong ...”
When Tarisilya gasped in offense and turned her head to him, Legolas just kissed the last protest off her lips. After a last moment of pouting, she returned the kiss just as eagerly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. Unfair game or not: Two unexpected hours alone in their talan meant more time for just the two of them than they’d had all month.
Tarisilya decided, her studies could wait for tomorrow after all.
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bookanimeart · 11 days ago
Just read legolas by laura and then Celebrian, just to see how bad they were, and now I need to wash my eyes out with soap. Celebrian was much worse, despite or even because of the fact that that author actually knew how to write.
That's all you need to know about them, don't make my mistake.
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stormxpadme · 12 days ago
New series chapter on, coming along with an updated rating, some tender sex, abuse recovery and many feels.
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