#legolas fell both first and harder

[eliounora]

sunset in silence

#lord of the rings #legolas #gimli #gimleaf #gigolas #my art #this started all sweet and funny but then!!! #i remembered how in the Fanfics braiding is always portrayed as something really intimate #so then this got kind of a risky vibe... #like kissing someone when they're sleeping. kind of iffy but you want them so much #bordering on illicit... oOOooOOO #ANYWAY let me know what you think #legolas fell both first and harder #EDIT: fixed a weird colouring thing that did not show up on my tablet but did on my laptop screen? #EDIT2: fixed legolas's head... twas a bit Elongated

[delicatenightfury]

I'm Here

Month of Writing: Day 10

Pairing: Thranduil x reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,100

Warnings: character death

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Thranduil has not yet married Legolas's mother - this fic occurs before they ever meet.

I don't know why most days have been angst so far, but I promise some fluff is on the way!

Thranduil’s body ached. It was an unfamiliar feeling, something he was not at all accustomed to. Elves did not tire easily and it took a lot to truly wear them out. That was not to say that the battle had not been tiring.

It was exhausting. 

A fire-drake of the north had descended upon a neighboring town, as well as a small army of orcs. They were allies of Mirkwood. As king, Thranduil felt a responsibility to help them. So he gathered his armies and went to offer their help. When they arrived, the fight was already underway. The town had a suitable army to defend themselves, but not against orcs and a dragon.

Thranduil got to his feet, having been knocked down not long ago. His silver armor was covered in blood. He wasn’t entirely sure what was orc blood, what was elven blood, or what was human blood. It was a nervous thought. 

Now, the battle was nearly over. The dragon had been driven back and the orcs were being finished off. At first glance, he saw too many bodies lying on the ground. It was hard to tell what was an orc and what wasn’t, simply because of all the blood and the burnt bodies. Thranduil looked around. There was one person in particular that he was trying to find.

y/n was a human from the town. She was a kind yet fierce soul. She cared deeply for so many. And while she seemed soft on the outside, she was an excellent warrior and fiercely protective of her people.

That’s how he knew she was somewhere on the battlefield. He had seen glimpses of her but was never able to get close. He recognized her armor and sword, which were both gifts that he had given her.

“My lord!” Thranduil turned around, and watched as one of his men hurried toward him. Hebrion was one of his closest soldiers, who also served as a personal guard. He bowed his head briefly then looked at Thranduil with worry on his face. “Are you all right?”

“I will be fine, my friend.” A vague answer that didn’t necessarily answer the question. “I am glad to see you are well. I’m sorry to jump topics, but have you seen y/n?”

Hebrion nodded his head, but his expression became very somber.

“That was partly why I sought you out, my lord.”

Thranduil felt his blood run cold at his tone.

“What has happened to her?”

“She was gravely injured. She still lives, but she won’t last much longer.”

“Have the healers attended to her?”

“There is no time. Come, I will take you to her.”

Thranduil quickly followed after Hebrion. His thoughts raced with questions. What had happened? Had it been orcs? Had it been the dragon? Where was she injured? How long ago? How hadn’t he seen? Why didn’t he fight harder to be by her side?

Hebrion slowed down. He motioned ahead where another guard and a healer knelt. Thranduil stepped forward, catching their attention. They bowed their heads to him and stood. Thranduil looked at the healer, hoping for some kind of alternate news than he had already been told.

“I’m sorry, my king,” the woman said. “I cannot do anything more for her than I already have. She will not last much longer.”

Thranduil’s shoulders fell. He nodded. The three elves stepped away from him, giving him the privacy he needed. Many of the elves closest to him knew about his affection for the human woman.

Thranduil knelt down next to y/n and took her hand. She managed to turn her head and smiled a little.

“Thranduil?” she said.

“I’m here,” he replied.

“Are you… all right?” Her voice was breathy and weak.

Her free hand slowly came up to gently touch his cheek. Thranduil tried not to flinch. He had been caught in the drake’s line of fire, quite literally. His clothes were singed and his face now carried severe burns. The pain had been horrible, but he had managed to push through. He was still pushing through as she lightly skimmed the burned skin. He gently pulled her hand away and pressed a small kiss to it.

“Do not worry about me,” he said. “You must save your strength.”

She choked on a laugh, but nodded.

Thranduil looked down to finally take in her injury. A large, deep gash ran across her stomach and side. He could almost see inside of her body. Blood soaked her clothes and armor. Thranduil knew the healer was right. Even with elven healing magic, there would be no coming back from a wound like this.

“You should have been more careful,” Thranduil softly chastised.

“I had to protect my people.” He hated how slow and staggered her speech was, how shallow her breath sounded to his sensitive ears. 

He nodded.

“I know, astalder. No force on Middle Earth could have stopped you from doing so.”

He listened to her breathe. It was labored and shaky, progressively getting worse. He squeezed her hand, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall.

“Thranduil,” she said. “Look at me. Please, melamin.” He turned his gaze to her. Her eyes were glassy and beginning to lose focus, but he could tell she was doing her best to keep her attention on him. “Do not be sad. Please. We knew something like this would happen, that I would pass on before you because I am mortal. But I want you to promise me something.” She inhaled deeply and her chest shook. “Promise me that you will remain the kind man that I know. That you will move on, and marry someone. Don’t be alone. Please, promise me.”

Thranduil bent down and kissed her hand. He only shifted his head to look back into her eyes.

Why did the world have to be so cruel? Why did it have to take her away from him? They had only just found one another.

“I will.”

Tears freely fell. y/n smiled at him.

“Amin mela lle,” she said.

“Amin mela lle.”

Thranduil watched as her eyes shut. He watched the rise and fall of her chest slow. He listened to her breathing stutter and slow. He felt her hand go limp in his grip. He heard one last breath escape her mouth.

Tears fell from his eyes, but he didn’t care who saw them. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto her forehead.

“Vanya sulie, astalder. Aa’i’sul nora lanne’lle ar’hiro hyn hîdh ab ‘wanath. Quel esta. Tenna’ ento lye omenta, a’maelamin.”

Translations

Astalder = valiant one

Melamin = I love you

Amin mela lle = I love you

Vanya sulie, astalder. Aa’i’sul nora lanne’lle ar’hiro hyn hîdh ab ‘wanath. Quel esta. Tenna’ ento lye omenta, a’maelamin. = Fair winds, valiant one. May the wind fill your sails and may you find peace after death. Rest well. Until next we meet, my beloved.

#month of writing #writing prompt #Thranduil #Thranduil x reader #Thranduil oropherion #king thranduil #Thranduil's scars #tolkien #pre hobbit #angst

[mimisempai]

Home is where you are

Summary:

Legolas and Gimli must part ways for a while because of their respective duties, but the prospect of separation is harder than they thought…

Notes:

Back to this sweet pair…

On AO3

Rating G - 776 words

I don't want you to leave.

That was the only thought that crossed Gimli's mind as Legolas' strong arms wrapped around him. He breathed in deeply, wanting to immerse himself in the fragrance of pine, grass, and wet earth.

A smell that Gimli now associated with home.

Even as Legolas' fingers gently ran through his tangled hair, seeking to reassure him, Gimli could only think about it.

I don't want you to leave.

Gimli hugged him tighter, aware that when their embrace would loosen, they would have to say goodbye. Then he pressed his face a little more against Legolas' chest, unable to imagine living the next days, weeks, months without him. 

I don't want you to leave.

Legolas put his hands on Gimli's shoulders, and gently pushed him without letting go. He smiled indulgently as his eyes fell on Gimli's distressed face. He leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. When he moved back, Gimli reached up to brush away a thin strand of blonde hair that had fallen across Legolas' face, imprinting in his mind all the little features that made his beloved so beautiful.

I don't want you to leave.

Legolas' hands did not let go of Gimli, not yet. Gimli, despite the thickness of his clothes, felt the strength with which the elf held him and understood that for him too, the coming separation was tough. So he hugged him again, tying his arms behind Legolas' back, who hummed his appreciation as his hands slid down Gimli's neck. In a sad tone, Legolas sighed, "I must go..."

With his fingers in Gimli's hair, Legolas lifted his head.

For the first time Gimli dared to say the words aloud, "I don't want you to leave."

Legolas wrapped his long fingers around Gimli's face and said softly, "Neither do I my brave dwarf, I do not want to leave you but I must. I cannot break the oath I made to my father to return every spring for a while. That is the only way I can spend the rest of my time away from our kingdom with you.

His thumb stroked gently over Gimli's slightly pouty lips.

"Come back to me," Gimli whispered against his thumb.

Legolas rested his forehead against Gimli's, and Gimli read in his eyes the promise he could not make aloud because they both knew the world, its dangers everywhere, and unforeseen ones.

I don't want you to leave.

Their noses brushed together as Legolas pressed his lips to Gimli's in a bittersweet kiss. 

Gimi's lips said ' stay ' while Legolas' said ' come with me '.

But neither word crossed their lips because neither wanted to chain the other.

Legolas slowly moved back, letting his hand linger on Gimli's cheek for a few moments before turning to his horse.

Gimli watched with a heavy heart as Legolas took one last look at him, neither of them able to say the words of farewell that would make the moment even more real.

Legolas nodded and tapping his heel lightly on the side of his horse, he rode off without a backward glance.

Gimli could not bring himself to watch him ride away, each sound of the gallop digging a deeper void in him, so he went back to his cave.

As he was about to cross the threshold, for the first time he did not feel the attraction, no more wonderment in front of the great stone columns, no more joy in contemplating the treasures, no more feeling of being at home.

Because Legolas was gone.

Gimli was impulsive so it only took him a fleeting moment to know what he had to do.

He simply turned on his heels and started running in search of a pony. Focused on his task he didn't notice the sound of galloping coming closer and couldn't hold back a yelp of surprise as he was lifted off the ground before landing abruptly on the back of a horse, instinctively closing his arms around the rider's waist.

It took him only a fraction of a second to recognize with delight the body against him, the sweet fragrance in his nostrils, and the long hair that tickled his face.

"Legolas..."

Legolas, continuing to gallop, just turned his head back and said, "I decided to come and take you away. And you, where were you going?"

Gimli replied in a laughing voice, "To find you of course!

The forest echoed with their happy laughter for a long time. 

And as he tightened his arms around Legolas' waist, Gimli thought that caves, mines and treasures could wait, because nothing could match the treasure in his arms.

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#lord of the rings #lotr #lord of the rings fanfics #gimli son of gloin #legolas greenleaf #legolas x gimli #gimli x legolas #gigolas #legolas #gimli #this author doesn't know what she does #but she still does it

[tathrin]

The file titled Oropher’s Return?

A response to this WIP Weekend game.

Thank you for asking! I haven't written anything on that one in quite a while, and it was good to get it going again because it really is a fun one. I'm not sure if we're supposed to post what we write for this or not, so in case we are here it is:

"Imagine my surprise," Nellglind drawled, "when I returned to life only to be confronted with an entire forest of Wood-elves I had never met before who wished to adopt me, while the Noldor and the Vanyar kept trying to convince all of us that I ought to be calling myself their king." "But that is not true at all," Angmeril laughed. "You returned to life almost two thousand years before I was forced to Sail here, and there was no Greenwood in Aman before that. You seemed to be quite happy living among the other Sindar of Doriath before you came to our woods." "If you wish to be strictly accurate about the order of events, then yes," Nellglind allowed, "that is how it went. But you must admit that it was a shocking thing to learn that my own husband had become a king of a people I had never met, regardless of how long I had to digest the story before there were any of you here on these shores so that I might see the results myself." "Well, I am glad that you came to see them, regardless of when it happened," Oropher said. "And that you have learned to love them, too." "Of course," Nellglind scoffed. "How could I not come meet my own daughter-in-law the moment I heard she was on these shores? And of course I fell in love with her immediately, for how could one do otherwise with such a charming elleth?" "That is also untrue," Angmeril said, laughing harder than before. "You found me to be absolutely irksome when first we met, and we both know it. There is no call to pretend otherwise now." "True," Nellglind shrugged, "but I found Oropher irksome, too. Being irked is how I fall in love." Oropher laughed very loudly, and pulled Nellglind in close to kiss his ear, and said, "That is true indeed, fortunately for me!" Gimli had not been able to keep from snickering at that. Legolas shooting him a scowl that said he knew exactly why Gimli was laughing had not helped, and he had to press his mouth into his beard to try and stifle his amusement. "You can be irksome too, you know," Legolas muttered. "True," Gimli said, still chortling. "But this is one contest in which I fear you shall always best me, my dear Legolas!" Legolas muttered something very vulgar in Sindarin in response, and Angmeril laughed so hard that her mother frowned in concern and told her to be careful she did not fall from the log on which she sat and roll into the fire. That, of course, had only made them all laugh harder. Then Oropher had asked his husband, "Have people really been pressing you to declare yourself king of the Greenwood?" Nellglind responded with a grimace that was almost as eloquent as Legolas's cursing and said, "Yes. It is the most nonsensical, irritating—" "They do the same to me," Angmeril said, scowling. "At least you have actually been to the forest whose echo they now want us to rule," Nellglind griped. "I have never even seen the original Greenwood!" "These Noldor do love their crowns," Oropher snorted. "Perhaps if they had ever learned to love their kith and kin as highly, they would not have been so quick to spill elvish blood in the pursuit of jewels and power." "We are not going to get into all of that," Nellglind declared firmly. "You have only just returned from the Halls of Mandos, and this is a night for joy. Not for dwelling on our losses and our sorrows." "My sorrows are all abated now that you are at my side once more," Oropher declared, his sharp eyes softening with warm affection. Then he frowned and glanced at Gilthawen and asked, "Is not your husband here as well?" "No," Gilthawen said, her voice very quiet. "He was not here when I disembarked," Angmeril told them all. "Whatever happened to my father after he left the Greenwood, he did not make it to Aman." Oropher reached over and took Gilthawen's hand. "I am sorry," he said. Gilthawen mustered a smile. "I am sorry, too. But we parted long ago, and by his choosing. I will not waste my days mourning him now." "Quite right!" Oropher declared, and stood to pour them all more wine.

#oropher #nellglind #gilthawen #angmeril #legolas #gimli #my writing #wips #gimleaf #ask meme #wip weekend

[middleearthpixie]

TRSB 2022 REVEALS!!

Here is a little taste of my TRSB fic, done for this amazing moodboard done by @joyfullynervouscreator!!

Title: Showstopper Rating: G Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bard/ofc Aislinn Dale, Elrond, Gandalf, Radagast, Saruman, Thranduil, Legolas Warnings/Triggers: N/A Summary: Only three remain. Aislinn Dale, Thranduíl Greenleaf, and Bard Bowman are the last bakers standing in the Great Middle Earth Bakeoff, with three challenges left and the title of Middle Earth’s Best Baker on the line.

All three have proven themselves worthy and skilled, but in the time they’ve spent together, both in the tent and out, they’ve become friends as well. And for two, something even larger may loom on the horizon, something that might be just as wonderful as the crystal plate proclaiming them the winner of the Great Middle Earth Bake-Off…

Check out the rest of the story, and the complete artwork on AO3

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The absolute worst thing about being in the tent was just how damn hot it was in there. Aislinn Dale exhaled harder than she meant to and sent her too-long bangs straight up for a brief moment. 

Still, she had to admit, she’d rather be sweating her ass off in the tent than be at home watching others sweat their asses off on the Great Middle Earth Bake-Off on television. Even so, she picked up her recipe card to fan herself—for all the good it did—and looked around at the now-mostly empty tent. 

What had begun as a field of twelve bakers had been whittled down to three. And Aislinn kept pinching herself, trying to convince herself she was actually one of the finalists. Over the last few weeks, she’d watched as her fellow competitors fell when their bakes betrayed them by being either over-or-underdone, or by not quite reaching the taste standards the judges had come to expect. The most bizarre dismissal had to be Nori, who’d been voted off the previous week when he’d been caught trying to steal his Kitchen-Aid mixer and several whisks. When pressed, he confessed he’d been swiping things almost since the first day and had amassed quite the collection of mixing bowls and spatulas. It was only because he promised to return every single item, and actually did so, that no charges were pressed against him. All in all, it made for a very interesting week.

But somehow, she’d managed to hold on week after week, despite one spectacular fail when the mousse in her chocolate tarts Showstopper for Desserts Week refused to set. When Elrond cut into one to sample, the filling simply bled from its shell to ooze all over the serving plate, and she would have gone home that week, except Dori had a meltdown no one could have possibly seen coming, that began with Tauriel taking his ice cream from the freezer for what was supposed to be a moment, only to forget to return it to said freezer. When Dori when to incorporate it into his dessert, and found it more soup than ice cream, he dumped the whole confection into the garbage, leaving the judges with nothing to judge. That was the only thing that saved Aislinn that week and although she felt terrible for Dori, who was way ahead of the pack and probably a shoe-in for a finalist spot, if not the overall winner, she was also thankful for Tauriel’s screwup. 

So now it was her, Bard Bowman, and Thranduíl Greenleaf in the finals. 

Thranduíl was still in the tent, his pale gold hair pulling free from its normally sleek ponytail.  Those wispy strands floating about his face were the only indication that he felt the heat. Where she and Bard spent as much time fanning themselves as they did double and triple checking their recipes, Thranduíl went about putting together one amazing bake after another. He had an eye for design and an innate gift for bringing together flavors that had the judges—Gandalf and Elrond—questioning his choices at first, but marveling over them with the first bites. Nothing seemed to rattle him, where as she spent a great deal of time muttering and swearing under her breath. 

“Do you plan to just sleep here tonight?”

Aislinn looked up as Bard strolled back into the tent. He was the surprise, the dark horse in the field. To look at him, Aislinn would think he could barely boil water, as he just didn’t seem the sort to spend much time in the kitchen. It didn't take her long for her to realize how stupid her assumption had been, as he’d proven himself to be a fairly good baker. He preferred simpler bakes, but with unusual tweaks to them, and had won Star Baker three weeks in a row as a result. 

“Are you talking to me?” She tugged the elastic holding her ponytail sort of in place off and as her hair spilled down over her shoulders, she eased the elastic over her hand, wincing as it snapped against her wrist. 

He nodded. “I am, yes. Are you?”

“Not if I can help it. Cakes tomorrow? I have to go home and practice until I can’t stand the sight of such things.”

Thranduíl peered at her over his shoulder. “What is there to practice? We don’t know what the recipe will be, how do you practice?”

“I look over every cake recipe I can find and hope I can remember the little details.”

“Well, Thrandy and I were going over to Ike’s and unwind a little.” He shook his longish dark hair from his eyes. Like Thranduíl, he wore it pulled back when they were baking, but now it fell about his face in shiny, almost-black waves. “Care to join us?”

She hesitated. Tomorrow’s challenge was the technical one, where they would be given a skeleton of a recipe and had to figure out how to bake the good in question. She wasn’t kidding when she’d said she planned on reading cookbooks to practice. But if she was completely honest with herself, a beer sounded far more preferable than cookbooks, so she nodded. “I’d love to, yes.”

“Great.” Bard’s dark eyes gleamed as he smiled. “Get your stuff and I’ll meet the two of you—” he looked over at Thranduíl—“out front.”

She looked over at him as well, and as always, Thranduíl was serene, a slight smile playing at his lips as he said, “I’ll make certain to hurry her along then.”

“Hurry me along?” She shook her head. “I’m ready to go and you’re still cleaning up.”

His smile grew wider, and he winked as he reached behind him to tug the elastic from his hair. It spilled down over his shoulders, a waterfall of gold so pale, it looked almost white. “I’m done. So, shall we?”

Aislinn slipped off her apron to drape it over her station and moved to the rear of the tent, where they kept their personal belongings. She lifted her black backpack to one shoulder, tucked that same, annoying loose lock of hair behind her ear and said, “We shall.”

The three of them made their way from the tent, with Bard bidding good evening to the judges and the hosts—the more-than-slightly disheveled Radagast and the elegantly disapproving Saruman—before they crested the hill’s gentle slope. In the distance, the soft gold lights of the Carriage Inn, upon whose grounds the competition was being held, were like oversized fireflies leading their way toward civilization. It was a balmy June night, with just a hint of humidity in the air, and as twilight streaked across the sky, the light morphed from gold to coral to almost purple. 

As the tent receded into the distance, the tension lifted from Aislinn’s shoulders. She knew the men in the tent had gone out and socialized a few times, but this was the first time she’d been asked to join them. 

They passed the inn and the world seemed to change. The bake tent was set far enough in on the inn’s grounds that it was quiet and peaceful there, but as they reached the sidewalk, the city reclaimed them, with the sounds of traffic both foot and motor, the dazzling lights of the shops and restaurants along the way. 

Ike’s was across the street, and they dashed across, only getting honked at once, and Bard tugged open one of the doors and held it, saying, “After you.”

She ducked her head as she stepped into the softly lit old-style pub. The evening crowd was already there, hanging about the bar and the front of the taproom, and a hostess offered up a pert smile. “Three?”

Thranduíl nodded. ‘Please.”

“Of course. Is the dining room all right?”

“The dining room is fine,” Bard chimed over Thranduíl’s shoulder, as if he was afraid the taller man—Thranduíl towered over both her and Bard—would object.

“I was going to say that,” Thranduíl replied, his voice as it always was—even and smooth and low. “You know I don’t like sitting at the bar if I can help it.”

Bard grinned. “Just being careful. Never know when you might decide to surprise us, Thrandy.”

“Are you ever not going to call me that?”

Aislinn looked from him to Bard, who just stared up at Thranduíl. Then, his expression one of utter seriousness, Bard shook his head. “No. You are forever Thrandy from now on.”

A laugh rose in her throat and she mashed her lips together to hold at bay when she saw the pained look on Thranduíl’s elegantly angular face. He closed his eyes briefly, drew in a long, slow breath, and exhaled slowly before replying, “Wonderful. I should have known.”

“You absolutely should have,” Bard winked, then nudged her with a gentle elbow. “Right, Ash?”

Ash? Nobody called her Ash. Until now, anyway. But before she could answer, the hostess, who had been just watching the banter between the two men, lifted three leather bound folios from the slot behind her. “If you’ll follow me, then. I’ll show you to your table.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Thranduíl said, leading the way as they followed the hostess into the somewhat quieter dining room, where she seated them in a far corner. The dining room was not even half-full, and as she slid into her chair, Aislinn said, “You sure you guys don’t want to sit in the bar? Yankees game is on. Judge is on fire this season. Talks are he might break Roger Maris’ record.”

Both men made faces simultaneously and Thranduíl shook his head. “Thank you, but no. Baseball puts me to sleep.”

“Same.” Bard sank into the chair across from her. “You actually like that sport?”

“Yeah. It’s great to have on in the background. You can look away for half an hour and not miss a thing.” 

“Katie will be your server,” the hostess broke in as she pressed menus into their hands, “and she’ll be by in a moment to take your drink orders.”

“Thank you.” Thranduíl said, flipping open the heavy-leather bound folio. “I don’t know why I even bother with this. I get the same thing every time. It’s almost boring.”

“So, what do you boys recommend?” Aislinn asked. Her menu opened with a creak and she stared down, her eyes almost bugging at sheer number of different wines, liquors, and beers offered. 

“Stick with the simple pub stuff,” Bard assured her, flipping to the next page. “The burgers are good, the fries a little greasy, but they’re worth it.”

“Hi, guys. I’m Katie and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” A tiny brunette came up to them, all white teeth and wide eyes. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Aislinn set her menu down. “I’ll have a Shock Top, please.”

“Certainly. Would you like a glass or just the bottle?”

“Just the bottle is fine.”

That got her looks from both men and Bard offered up a slow smile. “I’ll have the same, bottle only, please.”

“I’ll leave the beer to you two,” Thranduíl said, tapping his bottom lip with a long forefinger, “And I think I’ll have a Grey Goose martini.”

“Two Shock Tops and a martini.” Katie tapped her notepad. “Are you ready to order now, or do you still need a few minutes.”

“A few minutes, please,” Bard said, looking up at her.

Her eyes seemed brighten and it was tough to blame her. Both Bard and Thranduíl were both strikingly handsome, a yin and yang of dark and light and Katie wasn’t the only woman who smiled at either of them. Aislinn bit back a smile of her own at the approving looks each one got from what seemed like every woman in the bar. 

Katie bounced off and when she returned a few minutes later with their drinks, Aislinn sat back in her chair, lifted her bottle, and smiled. “Here’s to surviving to the final.”

Bard and Thranduíl leaned in to clink glass and bottle against hers and with a grin, Thranduíl said, “Who was surprised that Nori only tried to steal the mixer?”

“Oh, you heard Radagast, he took a bunch of other things,” Aislinn told him, lowering her bottle. “Three weeks ago, Thorin said he was pretty sure he saw Nori pocket a couple of thermometers and a blowtorch. Just stuck the torch down his pants and walked off like it was nothing. But since Thorin had already been voted off, he didn't think anyone would believe him, that it was sour grapes, yada yada. And really, why would anyone stick a blowtorch down their pants?”

“Too steal it, apparently.” Bard took a long swallow of his beer. “Wonder what else he took?”

“I heard when he returned everything, he had bowls, measuring cups—Pyrex and dry—measuring spoons, the blowtorch, and he seemed overly fond of spatulas. I think Saruman said he returns nearly dozen of them.”

“Damn,” Aislinn stared at him in disbelief, “Never mind the mixer, why all those spatulas?”

“Got me.” Thranduíl shrugged. “Although, if I had to guess, I’d say because they’d be the easiest to steal. Slip them into your waistband and go on your merry way.”

Bard chuckled. “I’d be afraid of them slipping all the way down and coming out the bottom of my pants legs. I wouldn’t want to have to explain.”

“Didn’t seem to stop him. But, it’s almost too bad he didn't nick the mixer. If he’d gotten that, he’d be legend.” Aislinn lifted the bottle to her lips for a sip. The beer was cold and light, with just a hint of orange to it. “I’m impressed by the blowtorch, myself.”

“Well, he did say crème brûlée was his specialty,” Thranduíl said, lifting the olives from his martini. He popped one into his mouth, chewed for a moment, then swallowed before saying, “What do you think we’re going to have to make tomorrow for the technical?”

Bard shook his head. “I haven’t the slightest idea. Cake is the best I can guess.”

That earned him a long look from Thranduíl. “Well, no shit, Bard. It is Final Week. Biscuits first. Bread for technical and now cake.” He glanced over at Aislinn. “Pardon my language.”

“Have you heard me when things aren’t going my way?” She took another swallow and set the bottle down. “You must. You’re only right in front of me.”

“You swear?” Bard asked, looking from her to Thranduíl and back. “Is she serious? I can’t see it.”

Thranduíl offered up a grin and slowly nodded. “Yeah, she does. Like a sailor when properly riled. The other week, when her mousse didn’t set… I’m telling you, I didn't know you could string together that many swear words.”

Aislinn shrugged as Bard threw his head back and laughed. “I was mad about that,” she said with a shrug. “I must’ve made that mousse a half dozen times in practice and had no trouble. But when it counts? The whole thing goes to hell on me. I was pissed. The only reason I didn’t get voted off was because Tauriel melted Dori’s ice cream.”

“Really?” Thranduíl asked dryly, one manicured brow arched. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” she told him. “Don’t think I didn't hear you today when your fruit began to scorch while you were reducing it.”

Thranduíl rolled his green eyes. “That was totally different.”

“It was totally the same and you know it.”

He grinned then and nodded slowly. “Okay, you win. It was the same. And I didn't think you heard me. I didn’t think anyone had.”

Bard chuckled. “I didn’t, if it matters at all. I did, however, hear you.” He gestured to Aislinn with his bottle. “And you were colorful.”

“I was mad.”

“I gathered.”

Katie came back then and they ordered a bunch of appetizers in place of actual meals and by the time the food was gone, Aislinn was pretty sure she’d never laughed so hard. After several martinis, Thranduíl broke out impressions of Saruman and Radagast, and then moved on to Elrond and Gandalf that had her and Bard almost crying with laughter. 

It was nearly midnight by the time they decided to call it a night. The humidity had crept up and clouds now blotted out any stars, and Aislinn turned to the others. “Okay, I need to get home and get some sleep. I should’ve known better than to come out with you.”

“Why?” Thranduíl asked, looking from Bard to her. 

“Because I’m going to be beat tomorrow and now I don’t have time to go and memorize my cookbooks. And the technicals are hard enough as it is. Being half asleep and kind of hungover won’t do me any favors.”

Bard gave her a playful nudge. “You’ll be fine. Come on, I’ll split a cab with you. Don’t you live over by Branson Park?”

“How did you know?”

“I overheard you and Nori talking about the best ways to get home that first night.” Bard grinned. “And I’ll bet you he walked off with half a dozen ramekins that same day.”

“Couldn’t find a way to carry the whole dozen, could he?” Thranduíl asked dryly. “He must have an entire new kitchen by now.”

Bard held up a hand to signal for a cab, saying, “He’s probably got two of everything by now. At least, until he returned all that he took,” as he flagged down a cab, then added, “So, what say you, Ash?”

“Ash?”

“Yeah. Ash.” He smiled as a yellow cab drew to a halt at the curb and he pulled open the rear door. “It suits you. Come on. You don’t want to have to rely on Thrandy here to get you home safely, do you?”

“Why not?” Thranduíl asked, staring down at Bard as if he’d been gravely insulted. “She’s as safe with me as she is with you.”

“Okay, enough, both of you.” She looked from one to the other, then rolled her eyes and slid into the cab’s backseat with a light, “’Night, Thrandy. See you tomorrow,” and to the cabbie, added, “One-twenty Duane Street, please.”

Bard lowered himself into the seat alongside her as Thranduíl said, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you both tomorrow,” and closed the door behind Bard.

As the cab pulled away from the curb, Aislinn looked over at him. “I really misjudged him, you know.”

“Thrandy?” He waited for her to nod, then nodded himself. “Yeah. A lot of people do. He comes across like a spoiled rich kid, and being as quiet as he is doesn’t help. It just makes people think he’s a dick.”

“You knew him before coming here?”

“Yeah.” Bard grinned. “We were roommates in college.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“That must’ve been a fun dorm room.”

“It was… interesting…” 

He turned toward the window as the storefronts slid by, and tapped the glass idly. “So, what do you do when you’re not trying to win this competition?”

“Me? I’m a nurse, actually.”

He looked over at her, eyes wide. “Really?” 

“You sound surprised.”

“I am. I’d think you wouldn’t have much free time for baking.”

“It keeps me sane, is what it does.” She shrugged. “What about you?”

“I’m a commercial fisherman.”

“Get out, really?”

He nodded. “Really. My family’s been in the industry since the beginning of time, it seems. My boat is being captained by my second while I’m here and I’m trying real hard to not obsess over it.”

“And how’s that going?”

“It’s really not, but I’m trying.”

She laughed at the note of worry that crept into his voice. “Well, we’re almost done. Two more challenges and then you can go back to your boat.”

“My family will be disappointed. They seem to like having me around more.”

This was the first he’d mentioned a family, and Aislinn felt a pang of disappointment. “They must miss you when you’re out on the water.”

“Yeah. It’s a little easier now, since they’re older, but still…” He sighed and looked over at her. “I missed a good chunk of their lives when they were little ones. My wife—” 

She waited for him to go on, remained quiet until he cleared his throat and continued, “It was easier when she was still here. For them, I mean. I don’t think they missed me much then.” He looked over at her, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “But now, it’s just them and me, and they won’t ever say anything, but I’ve a feeling they’d be just as happy if I retired and stayed home baking all day.”

“What happened to your wife?”

“Cancer. Ovarian.” He shook his head slowly. “Four years ago.”

“I’m so sorry. That sucks.”

“You know, I never know what to say when someone says they’re sorry, and I don’t mean that in a dickish way. I really don’t know what to say to it.”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s totally okay if you don’t.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but that doesn’t seem right, either. But, yeah. She fought it for almost a year, but, you know how it ends. She died and I’m raising three kids and I have no idea what I’m even doing, even now.” A soft laugh bubbled to his lips. “But, they’re patient and I muddled through and I think we’re doing okay now.”

“How old?”

“Bain’s my oldest. He’s almost twenty now. A junior at NYU. And there are my girls Sigrid, who’s eighteen and finishing up high school in June, and Tilda, who’s fourteen and a freshman. What about you? Married? Kids?”

“No. And no. It’s just me and the fish in my apartment.” She shook her head. “Work leaves me with neither the time nor the energy to date, and that’s fine. Seems to me there’s nothing but weirdos out there. I hear enough dating horror stories at work to make me kind of glad it’s me and the fish.”

“Don’t let Thrandy know you’re single,” Bard cautioned as the cab drew to a halt outside a brownstone apartment building. “He’s got a crush on you, you know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her cheeks growing warm at his compliment. “But, married men really don’t interest me.”

“I’m just kidding you, Ash. He’s a happily married man with a mortgage, a son in college, and a dog. He’s not looking to cheat on his wife. Although, you’re cute, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he was tempted, you know.”

Unexpected heat swept into her cheeks. “Shut up. He would not.”

Bard winked as the cab pulled up to the curb. He got out to let her out and when she stepped up onto the sidewalk, he winked again. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ash.”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled and threw a wave as she shifted her backpack higher on her shoulder and made her way toward her apartment building. At the door, she turned to see the cab hadn’t moved and Bard watching her from the back seat. She waved once more, and as she stepped into the vestibule, the cab finally pulled away. 

#trsb2022 #trsb22 #joyfullynervouscreator #middleearthpixie #bard the bowman #alternate universe #Bake off #competition #Bard x ofc Aislinn #Bard

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Nothing to be Done Part 1- Pippin Took x OC

Pippin Took x Camelia Tunnelly

Description: Camelia feels awful after potentially witnessing Boromir die, but she doesn’t have time to mourn as she, Merry and Pippin are captured by the Uruk-hai soldiers.

Word Count: 1.7k

“Where’s Frodo?” Merry’s question made everyone look around, suddenly aware that the hobbit was in fact missing. Camelia’s brows furrowed as she realized they were missing a second member of the Fellowship. 

“And where’s Boromir?” She added curiously. A sinking feeling entered her when she noticed Aragorn’s alarmed look. 

“Everyone stay here, I’ll be back soon,” he instructed, standing up and disappearing into the woods. Camelia shared a concerned look with Brooke, but neither of them said anything as they awaited the ranger’s return. After a few minutes, Legolas perked up. 

“What is it?” Alphine questioned softly. The elf had no time to say anything before a terrifying sounding war cry broke through the trees. Without warning, a swarm of Uruk-hai surrounded them. In an instant the Fellowship was up. 

“Get to the woods! It’s harder for them to weave in between,” Legolas instructed urgently. Everyone’s first priority was the hobbits, so Sam, Merry, Brooke, Pippin and Camelia were the first ones to enter the woods. Immediately Sam ran off to find Frodo, ignoring Brooke’s protests. 

“Come on!” Pippin grabbed Camelia’s hand as they plus Merry and Brooke, ran off to hide. Eventually they ended up at a small group of thick brushes and the boys usher the girls into it before climbing in themselves. 

“Find the Halflings!” They heard the deep voice of a Uruk-hai member, most likely the leader, yell out. The four hobbits huddled together anxiously. Pippin had to hold a hand over Camelia’s mouth when she gasped as someone fell beside them near a big tree. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was. Frodo!

“Frodo!” Merry whisper-yelled just loud enough to catch their friend’s attention. The four of them gestured him over frantically, calling out to him quietly. Frodo stared at them for a moment, then ultimately shook his head sadly. 

“What’s he doing?” Pippin questioned. Camelia’s eyes met Frodo’s, and a sense of understanding dawned on her. 

“He’s leaving,” she all but whispered. As Pippin began to stand up in protest, the three of them grabbed his arms and scolded him shortly before the sound of Uruk-hair shoulder grew closer. Merry breathed out a nervous breath before standing. 

“Come on, we need to lead them away from Frodo!” Immediately Camelia was up as well, but Pippin was quick to stop both her and Brooke. 

“You two stay here,” he demanded, then he and Merry began to run off, making sure to distract the nearby Uruk-hai away from Frodo. Camelia and Brooke never liked sitting on the sidelines, so they weren’t far behind them, and upon reaching a clearing, they began fighting as best as they could. For a moment, everything stilled as the Horn of Gondor rang out. 

“Boromir!” Brooke exclaimed thankfully, only to gasp as a Uruk-hai sword came from her left. She was quickly tackled away from danger by Camelia, though she hit her head in the process and passed out. Camelia cursed softly then dragged her away as Boromir began fighting for the hobbits. 

She placed Brooke in a group of brushes like the ones they previously hid in, then turned just in time to see an arrow being shot into Boromir’s chest. A breathless gasp escaped her lips and she froze, her feet suddenly feeling like lead. All she could do was watch in horror as a second arrow brought the man to his knees. She hadn’t even realized that she called the man’s name until it echoed against the trees surrounding them while a third arrow was buried in the man’s chest. That’s when her instincts kicked in. While she dropped to her knees beside him, Merry and Pippin engaged in battle with the surrounding Uruk-hai soldiers. 

“A-Alright, you’re going yo be okay Boromir,” she muttered frantically, looking through her bag of medicines and supplies. She heard the man beginning to splutter s response, but she cut him off accidentally by screaming as someone grabbed her. The Uruk-hai soldier pulled her towards him aggressively, but was stopped when Boromir’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. 

“Boromir, help!” She cried out desperately, staring into the man’s eyes. 

“I won’t let you go,” he promised. It was soon broken though as the soldier simply lifted his foot and kicked the man away. A sob left Camelia’s lips as Boromir fell back in pain. He was resilient though, and attempted to reach for her again. 

“No!” Boromir exclaimed as the Uruk-hai began running away with her still in his arms. 

A loud scream of fright left her lips as she watched the man helplessly fall once again, then began crawling after them in one last attempt to reach her. She could hear Merry and Pippin screaming Boromir’s name desperately as they were also scooped up, but she still couldn’t form words as shock went through her. She still attempted to get out of the Uruk-hai’s grip, though it was all in vain. The soldier was easily at least two times stronger than her, and even if she did get away, she couldn’t run. There were soldiers surrounding them, at least one could recapture her within the minute. So, she ultimately gave up, leaning against the soldier’s shoulder. Her eyes stayed on Boromir as his body finally fell to the ground and succumbed to the pain. Though he didn’t say anything, there was a sense of finality to his actions as he blew into the Horn of Gondor once more, which made the girl’s stomach drop. Watching their friend fall seemed to sober Merry and Pippin up because they quieted down as well. It was too late, they’d already gotten too far away. 

It wasn’t until they were almost out of sight that Camelia saw Aragorn running towards Boromir. She knew it was probably too late though. It had been too long, he needed someone there immediately to even have a chance at survival. Guilt wracked her body as she faced forward again. She should have stayed with Brooke, maybe she could have been there quicker to help Boromir with her healing knowledge. Instead she froze up the minute she saw the arrow embed itself in his chest. Now Boromir was probably dead, Brooke was unconscious, and she, Merry and Pippin had been captured. And now, she was numb.

Camelia couldn’t say how long they walked, but her best guess was three days. She had fallen asleep several times so she couldn’t be sure. It was nightfall of (what she assumed to be) the third day when they finally stopped. 

“We’re not going no further until we’ve had a breather,” one of them said, panting with exertion. The head Uruk-hai, Lurtz, looked around before ultimately huffing. 

“Get a fire going!” He demanded. The soldiers immediately dropped the hobbits on the ground rather carelessly. By now Camelia, Pippin and Merry’s hands had been bound to prevent them from escaping. That meant they could do nothing to brace themselves as they were dropped. The boys flinched when they witnessed Camelia’s lack of reaction to falling on a rock.

“You may rest here for the night,” a soldier said, almost tauntingly. “This may be the last night of peace you’ll ever get, use it wisely.” Merry and Pippin waited until the soldier had walked away before crawling over to Camelia. 

“Cami, are you okay?” Pippin questioned worriedly. “Did they hurt you?” 

“No,” was her only response. She refused to meet their gaze, instead opting to look towards the forest that seemed so close yet so far. She watched as the soldiers cut down trees to start a huge bonfire. Faintly, she could hear groaning. When Pippin questioned the noise, Merry began going on about an old myth of the Shire about Ents. Before he could explain much further, an Orc called Mauhur spoke up, complaining about the maggoty bread they’d been eating for the last three days. 

“Yeah,” another Orc, Snaga, continued as his eyes landed on the hobbits. “Why can’t we have some meat? What’s about them? They’re fresh.” That made Camelia sit up in alarm and she and the boys huddled together. A Uruk-hai soldier named Ugluk immediately refused, stating that they were not for eating. 

“What about their legs?” An Orc called Grishnakh asked, desperately clinging to Ugluk. “They don’t need those. Ooh, they look tasty!” The Uruk-hai in question shoved him away and yelled at him to get back. The other Orcs were getting restless. 

“Carve them up!” An Orc yelled from somewhere in the crowd. A fight soon broke out between Uruk-hai and Orcs. Merry, Pippin and Camelia recoiled from everyone, not wanting to be a casualty. Eventually Ugluk attacked Snaga, cutting off his head. Camelia had to hold back a scream as Snaga’s head landed near them. 

“Meat’s back on the menu tonight!” Ugluk called, causing everyone to cheer. They began tearing into the Orc and feasting, effectively taking their eyes off the hobbits. Merry took his chance and looked at his friends. 

“Pippin, Cami, let’s go,” he said urgently. The three began crawling towards the forest, but Camelia was stopped by a foot on her back, which made the boys look at her. 

“Go on, call for help,” Grishnakh said menacingly, brandishing his blade in front of Pippin’s face. “Squeal! No one’s going to save you now!” Suddenly, a spear pierced through his back, which made the three of them gasp. Next thing they knew the soldiers were being ambushed by men on horses. That’s when the hobbits attempted to make their escape once again. Camelia turned back in time to see Pippin lay on his back as a horse reared onto his back legs right in front of him. The boy let out a loud scream at the sight. 

“Pippin move!” Camelia screamed desperately. Thankfully, Pippin heard her and rolled away, just missing the horse stomping on him. After making sure that he was okay, they began crawling towards the forest desperately. Merry stopped near Grishnakh’s body, using the Orc’s sword to free himself of his binds. He then used the blade to free his friends and finally, finally they could stand and run the rest of the way into the forest.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #lotr fanfic #pippin took #pippin took imagine #pippin took x oc

[amxranthiine]

kalon

(n.) the kind of beauty that is more than skin deep.

request:  Can I ask for platonic Thranduil with sister in law reader, reader is Legola's aunt and she saved Legolas' mother from dying but ended up paralyzed from waist down, needing to be on a wheelchair (let's pretend they have wheelchairs), and Thranduil is very grateful and helps reader a lot with things?

pronouns: she/her

a/n: like six months late but ITS FINE

warnings: ANGST n fluff. mentions of death and orc attacks. nightmares.

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“Nana? Nana! Wake up, nana, please! You have to wake up!” A little Legolas screams as he watches his mother and aunt’s bodies be carried in by his father’s guard. His mother was pale and lifeless - cold hands and dark eyes, staring back into his own blue orbs as he shook her body. Though, he felt no love from her stare. Nothing about her was the same, her soul had already been lifted from her fragile body.

Next to her lay his aunt, Y/n, his mother’s sister. She was alive but unresponsive, blood was leaving her body faster and faster each second, pooling beneath her like a crimson ball gown. From behind Legolas, his father, Thranduil, was quickly approaching the scene. Loud orders from him to his guards could likely be heard throughout the palace. One would be a fool to miss the fear, desperation and anger laced in his voice.

Y/n stirred from the commotion, her eyes burning and her body flaring in pain as she tried to become responsive once again. She could feel every centimeter of her wound, the sword that stabbed her was likely poisoned - and it embedded it’s way into her spinal cord. She could feel her life force being drained, the light becoming far too close for her liking. Even if she lived, she knew nothing would be the same - with her body and with her family. She had been too late to save her dearest sister, and that thought alone was almost enough to make her give up. However, her little sister left her a nephew and a brother, both of which would need guidance recovering from her sister’s death.

“My King Thranduil -” Started the Captain, though he was soon hushed by the horrified Elf. Thranduil was terribly shaken up, his hair was messy and his robes wrinkled, likely from the speed at which he was running.

Thranduil looked at his beloved Wife and sister in law, and he felt his blood run cold. There was - there was so much blood. His wife was nearly blue and unconscious, was she... No, he wasn’t think like that. He looked over to Y/n, where she was struggling to open her eyes, and groaning from the giant hole in her back. He could feel the tears in his eyes, and he knew deep down that his son no longer had a mother.

Y/n heard her brother in law approaching, and even though she was on the verge of death, she felt as though she had to be the one to break the news. “Thranduil?” She croaked, her throat dry and her lips cracked.

The King rushed to her, grabbing a waterskin in the process and lifting it to her lips. She coughed as she drank down as much as she could. “Y/n...”

She ignored the burning in her eyes and looked up at him, and suddenly, she wanted to cry. She didn’t have that much time left, and she had so much to say. Y/n attempted to take a deep breath, then said her last words.

“I’m so sorry, Thranduil. I - I couldn’t save her - I tried so, so - hard. Please, tell Lego - Legolas we loved him.” She used the last of her energy to say those words, and soon, her eyes slipped shut.

“No! Y/n! You can’t leave me! You can’t leave us! Legolas will need guidance. I will need guidance! Legolas just lost his mother, he can’t lose you too!”

The weight of losing both the love of his life and his sister crashed down on him, and he fell to the ground with a heartbroken scream. A tiny body forced itself into his lap as his son wept along with him, not knowing if he’d ever see his mother or aunt again. Thranduil’s arms wrapped themselves around Legolas as he rocked back and forth on the floor, weeping and crying out to the Valar, cursing them and asking to spare them.

Thranduil gasped for breath as he jumped awake, beads of sweat rolled down his face as he regained consciousness, the nightmare - no - memory he had tried so hard to forget was now engraved into his head once again. He felt the urge to go check on his, now paralyzed, sister in law. Her wounds from that awful day were fatal, but somehow she pushed through the worst of it.

Though, not without consequence. Apparently the blade had all but destroyed her spinal cord, and because of it she was paralyzed from the waist down. The healers told him that it was a miracle she was still alive.

He got out of bed and put on a velvet robe, ignoring the chill in his bones from the cold air. He quietly tiptoed to her room, trying to ignore the feeling of dread, likely the product of his nightmarish memory.

Soon enough, as it was right down the hall, he arrived at his sister's chambers and, as quietly as he could, opened the door. His heart dropped when he saw that she wasn't there, and her wheelchair was nowhere to be found.

Thranduil panicked, his mind buzzing for any clue as to where she could be. The kitchens? No, she has trouble reaching the cabinets, and the accident made it even harder for her to see. Legolas' chambers? Hard no. She could be quite clumsy and can't be quiet to save her life. Literally.

He was starting to panic. What if she was kidnapped? His dearest sister in law, kidnapped by the very creatures who paralyzed her in the first place? It seemed realistic. At least, it did to Thranduil - who was losing his mind from worry. Though the only way they could get into the palace was through the-

Of course! The Royal Gardens!

In his state of worry, Thranduil had conpletely forgotten that Y/n liked to go to the gardens when she was having a hard time, because it was one of the only places that reminded her of her sister, the place where they had the most memories.

He took off towards the Gardens, not really caring about it being in the middle of the night as Elves were light on their feet anyway. In moments he was standing before her, nodding at the guards who took place at the Garden entrance.

Y/n was laying on the grass, her wheelchair was forgotten next to her, and she was playing with an orchid she had plucked, twirling it between her fingers carefully. Thranduil's heart throbbed as he realized that orchids were his wife's favorite flower, and that Y/n was missing her as much as he did. If not more, the sisterly bond between them was something he had never seen before.

He cleared his throat, alerting the woman if his presence. Her head turned slightly to the left as a way to acknowledge him.

"You scared me, Y/n. I couldn't find you, so I assumed the worst." He muttered quietly and sat down next to her.

She chuckled, "You've known me for how long and you still don't know that I tend to... gravitate here?"

The King sighed, he had always known that she used jokes as a coping mechanism, a way to escape her reality. "Yes, yes, I know. I just... I was worried," He frowned, taking the delicate flower from between her fingers. She paused, and he could practically see the gears grinding in her head out of his peripheral vision.

"You're having nightmares again, aren't you?" She asked, and he could feel her eyes burn into his head.

"They aren't just nightmares, Y/n," He twirled the flower absentmindedly, "they're memories."

This time, it was her who sighed, "Of that day?" She questioned, already knowing the answer, but his nod only confirmed it.

"I miss her," Y/n said, looking up at the night sky. Thranduil went to say something, but she held one finger up. "Let me finish. Sometimes I wish it were me who died, instead of her. She had you and Legolas to come home to, and I didn't really have anyone. Yes, I had family here, you and my nephew for example, but my sister was your wife and his mother, and the queen for crying out loud. Why am I saying this? I honestly have no clue. I suppose my point is... After the accident, I was overwhelmed in guilt and sadness. I didn't really focus on the fact that I was alive because of you. You and Legolas have taken care of me since day one and I can't remember if I've thanked you for that. So... Thank you. For helping heal my mind, and my body, even if their isn't much left of it. I am eternally grateful for you, brother."

Thranduil stared at her, and Y/n sniffled. At some point along the way she had started crying, and he felt like he was going to as well. He pulled his sister into his arms and held her tight as she cried, holding onto one of the last pieces of family he had left with an iron grip.

"You do not have to thank me, sister. You are family and you will be treated as such, even during hardships such as that one. If anything, I should thank you for being there for both Legolas and I while we were grieving, even if you weren't in the best state yourself."

Y/n giggled, much to Thranduil's delight. The sound had pulled a small smile onto his face and they both relished in the quiet for a moment.

Finally, Y/n pulled away, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. "Alright, my King, help me up."

Thranduil laughed, a very merry sound, and helped her into her wheelchair. "As you wish, my Lady."

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[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Imagine helping Legolas deal with a sprained ankle

It was all your fault, so Legolas would say.

“If you hadn’t had been so reckless, I wouldn’t have had to jump down from the boulder to assist you with the orc,” he’d complain regularly, from his position forcibly laying down in his sleeping pack with an elevated foot.

Whenever he’d try to rise again to bicker louder with you, a tending Aragorn would push him down again with a hand to his chest.

It was funny the first few days, you couldn’t lie, but now? Well, now it was just sad.

Legolas prided himself on his athletic ability, that much was obvious to you and the rest of the Fellowship early into your journey.

He’d regularly prance ahead like a young foal, or walk across snow with a smug smirk on his face. He was the strongest member there, and never let anyone forget it. This is also why he took injury the worst out of everyone.

It wasn’t, in all actuality, technically your fault. You needed help with an orc, yes, but Legolas timing his jump wrong and spraining his ankle had nothing to do with you.

Alas, he was gaining cabin fever from his immobilised state, therefore anger was bubbling in his chest—directed at you. You didn’t take it personally, but it was starting to wear down on you.

The walks through the days were slower, as Legolas would limp along with a homemade walking stick, fashioned out of a long branch.

Whenever he’d notice you or someone else looking at him over his shoulder, as he bared his teeth in wincing hurt, he’d quickly glare and push on harder.

You’d softly shake your head, but look away regardless.

It was unnatural to see an elf in such a state, like roses freezing over. Even more so, it was unnatural to see Legolas so grumpy. He was quite light-hearted at the beginning of the journey—you remember making a mental note that he’d probably be one of the best to hang around with due to so.

Alas, his sprained ankle and no doubt self-inflicted embarrassment brought the deeply rooted competitiveness out within him.

You were all sat around a fire tonight (save for Boromir and Gimli, who were off scouting the area), like many other evenings—laughing and pulling rabbit meat off of a skewer.

Legolas was a few yards away, pouting in his sleeping bag. You had brought his food to him a few minutes earlier, but he turned you away and claimed he wasn’t hungry.

“You’ll need sustenance to heal, little elf,” you laughed, trying to humour him.

All you received was a gruff grunt, and, “Don’t tell me how elves heal—I’m quite aware of my own race, thank you very much.”

You heard Pippin hissing through a wince, and bared your own teeth in cringe as you turned on your heel and headed back towards the campfire.

“Pay him no mind,” Aragorn said, leaning across to you. “Elves, especially the Mirkwood strain, are very prideful folk. He’ll come to his senses once his foot heals.”

“I can’t imagine it’ll heal anytime soon if he keeps pushing himself every day like he’s doing,” you pointed out.

Aragorn sighed. “That is entirely Thranduil’s blood coming out in him.”

“Remind me to never step foot in Mirkwood then,” you grinned.

Aragorn gave a toothy smile back, and bonked his skewer with yours in a “cheers to that” motion.

You could feel Legolas’ eyes burning into the back of your head, but paid it no mind. You didn’t dare glance over your shoulder, lest Mordor freeze over.

The rest of the camp continued on in low chatter, that is until Boromir and Gimli came rushing back—completely out of breath.

“What is it?” Aragorn asked right away.

“Orc scouts,” Boromir answered, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Thirty, give or take, approaching from the west.”

The camp looked around at each other quickly in fright, before Aragorn jumped into action. Rising to his feet, he grabbed his sword and dictated everyone else to do the same.

“We’ll meet them half way and use the element of surprise,” he said.

Legolas began rising to his own feet, though, a great deal of strained effort was noticeable on his end.

“I’m coming, I just need to get my bow,” Legolas announced, barely able to move the foot resting on a sleeping pack.

“No, not you, mellon nîn,” said Aragorn, upholding a hand and motioning for Legolas to lay down again. “Please, stay behind. Though your valiance is admirable, you will only get in the way of this fight. Rest, and fight when your ankle heals.”

Legolas’ face contorted in hurt, and you imagined this was the first time the athletic prince had ever been sidelined.

You all stood around in misplaced guilt, fiddling with your swords and avoiding eye contact with Legolas.

Finally, the elf’s jaw set, and he forcibly fell back down into sheets—turning over and pulling the covers up over his shoulder.

“We can’t leave him vulnerable,” Sam pointed out, whispering quietly as to not anger Legolas further. However, you could see his pointed ears twitching back, and knew he heard every gut-punching word.

Aragorn nodded, and turned his eyes to you. The hobbits had to stay under the protection of Aragorn, and leaving Frodo and the Ring out of sight and alone behind in the camp simply wasn’t an option.

Aragorn gestured between you and Legolas discreetly. Understanding his words, you dropped your shoulders and sighed.

“I’ll stay back and tend to the camp,” you announced.

The rest of the Fellowship gave you an apologetic look, before running off into the forest towards the orcs.

You were soon left with the silence of the camp, save for the angered breathing of Legolas and the crackling of the dimming fire.

Stood there unsure of what to do in the awkward space, you continued fiddling with the pommel of your sword, and looked at Legolas.

His back was rising and falling quickly—clearly infuriated with the whole situation. You felt bad for him, you really did, but you were still unsure of how to approach him.

Looking down to the fire again, you saw untouched skewers of meat, and arrived at a resolution.

With the food in hand, you walked over to the prince. He could hear you coming, and with every crunch of your boots on the foliage, his eyes twitched.

Sitting down beside his back, you placed a hand on the broad of his shoulder and shook him gently. “The rabbit smells really good, and has that beautiful, slightly charred smoky taste. Seems a waste to not eat it, no?”

“Not hungry,” Legolas grumbled.

“You need to heal your ankle, Legolas,” you said again, this time sterner. “You need to ea—”

“Not. Hungry.”

Thinning your lips, you shook your head down at Legolas in disappointment. “Legolas, I know you’re upset with me regarding your ankle, but holding a grudge isn’t going to—”

He swiftly turned over in his pack, and stared at the dimming fire.

“We need more firewood,” he said, glaring at the dying flames.

You followed his line of sight, and noticed he was indeed right. However, you recalled the orcs and what Aragorn expected of you.

“We’ll just have to wait for the others. I can’t leave the camp to fetch more, and I definitely can’t leave you vulnerable to—”

“Ugh! I’ll do it myself!” Legolas exclaimed. He rose swiftly and tried limping out into the woods with clenched fists and squared shoulders.

“Legolas!” you called, quickly grabbing your sword and cursing under your breath. “Wait! You shouldn’t be on that ankle!”

But he was already marching on.

Heading a few strides out into the forest, Legolas went farther and farther to find the best firewood. You ran behind him, surprised he could go so far for someone who was injured.

“Wait!” you yelled again, finally jumping out in front of him. “Go back to sleep, Legolas. Now.”

He merely glared at you, and stepped around your form—pushing on.

Groaning in frustration, you turned around and pulled on his shoulder. “I’m serious, Legolas! There are orcs out here at the moment, and I need to stay by the camp!”

“Then you can go back,” Legolas growled, forcibly shoving your hand off of his shoulder. “I don’t need to be babysat by you.”

“No,” you agreed, “but you do need my help with your ankle!”

Grabbing the bottom of his cloak, you started pulling him back towards the camp.

“Let go!” he shouted, digging his one good heel into the ground and pulling his cape back—initiating a tug of war between you both.

“No!” you denied, pulling the cloak again. “You’re coming back with me, and that’s final!”

“NO!” Pull. “I’m helping by getting firewood!”

Yank. “You’re not helping at all! You’re putting me in a tough situation instead!”

“It’s not your problem!” Tug.

“Yes, it is!” you exclaimed, pulling the cloak one more time. “It is my problem, because you’ve become a HUGE problem for the entire Fellowship!”

Upon pulling one last time, Legolas lost his footing and tripped, causing you both to fall down.

You each groaned in pain as your backs were sprawled across the foliage. Legolas was the first to sit up, but immediately yelped in pain as he did so.

He held his ankle tight, and bared his teeth as to stop himself from crying out.

“It’s worse,” he whispered, avoiding your eyes. “My ankle—I think I hurt it more.”

You stared at Legolas in horror, as he clutched said sore ankle. You sat up next to him, and ran a finger along it.

He jolted immediately, and fought back another cry by biting down on his bottom lip.

“Dammit, Legolas…” you cursed, furrowing your brows and shaking your head. “Why couldn’t you have just listened to me? You need to rest.”

Upon glaring up at him, you were taken aback, for there were unshed tears in the elf’s eyes. He was clearly holding himself back from letting them fall, as he sniffled and studied his ankle.

“Legolas?” you called softly, reaching a hand up and gently directing his chin to face you. “What’s going on with you?”

Letting the first tear fall, and swallowing the lump in his throat, Legolas spoke up in a quiet voice—finally unbottling his emotions.

“I’m supposed to be the athlete,” he said, studying your eyes before looking down again. “I was always the best in training. I’ve pushed myself through rain, mud and more, because I’ve always been the best. And now? Now I can’t even fetch firewood for my friends...”

Sympathy overtook your eyes, as you suddenly understood the elf.

“You still are the best here, Legolas,” you promised, trying to catch his eyes as he averted them. “A sprained ankle means nothing in the grand scheme of it. You are, without a doubt, the strongest one of us here. None of us think differently of you simply because you’re hurt.”

“But I feel so useless!” he exclaimed, letting a few more tears fall. “My friends are out there right now pulling their own weight against the orcs, and I’m stuck here crying on the ground because I can’t even walk.”

“But you will walk again,” you assured him, turning his chin once more. “And when that day comes—which isn’t too far off, mind you—those orcs will wish they hadn’t ever left Mordor.”

You laughed brightly for a moment in afterthought, earning a smile from Legolas.

“What?” he asked gently.

“Do you remember how you took that cave troll down in Moria?” you chuckled again, thinking of the memory. “You scaled atop the darn thing and shot two arrows into its brain!”

“Three…” Legolas sheepishly corrected, now grinning in a shy way.

“Three,” you annulled, grinning back up at him. “Trust me, Legolas. Your friends think nothing less of you than pure amazing talent. Don’t let it eat away at you.”

Legolas nodded to himself for a moment, before another sheepish grin formed on his lips. “Speaking of eating…are there any of those rabbit meat skewers still left back at camp?”

You smiled warmly, and helped him up.

He tentatively accepted your aid, and slowly wrapped an arm over your shoulder, as you helped him limp back to camp.

“C’mon, athlete. Let’s get you some food.”

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[remingtonisleithal]

Caught in the Storm

pairing: female!reader x Remington Leith

summary: two besties, being friends, sharing a bed because of a storm, definitely not going to lead to anything more.

warnings: smut, mentions of loneliness, no use of protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy), thigh riding? If you squint sub!remington

author note: if you like this please reblog! also, editing fics in the same room as family is bloody hard. Thank you @bidet-and-legolas for reading it first :)

oh gosh, that smile. He told himself he'd never fall but the moment he spoke to you, it was too late. Remington had fallen for Y/N. Years later, no one knew, but he couldn't keep it to himself for much longer.

You'd just spent the last few hours on his make shift bed on the tour bus, watching movies together. After hours had pasted, he was laying on his back, you were lying on him, back against his chest, and he was wishing that he could just kiss your head, your mouth, all of you. If he was going to make a move, now would be the right time, the guys had gone out for drinks hours ago so you had the bus to yourselves. This way no one would witness the rejection. No, no, he can't think like that. He needs you in his life.

You rolled over to face him more and mumbled a little 'I'm so tired Remi.' You looked at the computer in front of you both and saw it was 11:30pm. The sound of rain thundered down on the bus, as a violent storm began. "Shit, that weather's sounding bad." You were worried to go out into the pouring night. Remington was thinking the same things and said, much more softly than he intended, "Stay?". He coughed a bit and you pushed away the thought that he cared about you more than just a friend. It's just an offer after all, he's not asking you to kiss him... no matter how much you wanted to.

It was then that you realised you were still staring into his beautiful eyes. You wriggled gently to get up, claiming that nature calls and then turning red and regretting saying it instantly. In the small bathroom you hid for a moment, and wondered what to do. Maybe another movie? But you were exhausted and needed to go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't mind you going to sleep?

"hey Remi?" you asked

"what's up Y/N/N?"

"Do you mind if I have a nap or something? i didn't sleep last night an-"

"Sure, I mean you can stay over if you want. It doesn't look like this storm is leaving." He cut you off.

Moments later, you had stripped into your undies (because no way are you trying to sleep in skinny jeans. Nope) and put on a baggy top Remington handed you, and he had changed into some shorts. And you were squished into his bed, Remington against the wall, you against him, no mattress to spare. It was going to be a long, long night of false unrequited love.

By the 2 am mark, the guys were not back, thunder jolted you awake. A groan.

"I can't fucking sleep with this storm" He groaned, and you agreed.

A moment passed. Silence except the storm.

"So. How's life?" Remington asked with a playful smile and you giggled.

"To be honest? Pretty bad." For once you answered the question with truth. Remington tried to wiggle around onto his back, but it failed. You shuffled over so you were facing each other.

"What's wrong?" his eyes and voice portrayed equal concern

"Nothing is right. To quote a very handsome man, I'm so sick and tired of being alone." he let out a half laugh as you called him handsome. "There's this guy. I love him so much and he will never know. I can't tell him."

"Well that's just dumb. You should tell him, no matter what happens, you have to be honest with yourself." He mentally punched himself for his hypocrisy, but he couldn't think of any other advice. What would he say, 'that's rough buddy'?

"It's not that easy. It's all just so hard. You know my track record with guys and girls, I never pick the right ones, I always get hurt and not in the fun way."

"The fun way? Oh so you like that?" He teased you with a laugh, without realising just how he was teasing you.

"Fuck off Remi. I know you have no rights to judge. My point is no one ever loves me, or seems to know how."

"Are we talking physical or emotional?"

"Both."

Conversations were always easy between you, and you saw no point in ignoring topics like sex.

You had both been looking away from each other for fear that the other might read their eyes and see the love in their souls. You were the first to look back.

"I just wish someone would kiss me. At this point, I'll take anyone! I'm just so fucking lonely. I know he'd never love me back, and-"

"Then he's a coward. He's not worthy for your love or of you if you feel you can't tell him this." He got so mad with jealousy, but overall he just felt horrible, as he believed he'd never be worthy of you. "You're perfect, do you know that?" He mumbled. He lent in, eyes pulling you closer, until the thunder boomed and you jolted apart.

You rolled over, scared, and there wasn't anywhere for Remington to put his arms besides around you. Slowly, you shuffled back into his warm arms and breathed a sigh. He moved around to get comfortable. You moved a little more, moving your hips a bit. You felt something hard against your butt and you let out a silent sigh. Neither of you were comfortable, and it was clear why when you moved your hips again and Remington couldn't hold it in. He let out the sexiest moan you'd ever heard.

"... Ah, Remi?"

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to I..." He rambled on, mortified and you moved your hips again. That made him shut up.

Turning around you looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you not to leave, not to freak. To just stay with him forever. Before he could stop himself, he lifted a hand to brush some hair away from your face, and, unable to form words, you let out a light whimper.

Neither of you could form coherent sentences, the conversation was held by your eyes. His, full of surprise, asking, 'do you like me?', biting your lip your eyes said yes. He smiled. Your hearts were beating so fast, but he moved slow towards you, gently placing an open mouthed kiss on your lips. A sea of emotions erupted in you as electricity flooded your body. He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"Y/N, I have loved you since the moment I met you. I'm sorry I've been so scared to tell you, i can't handle the though of losing you."

"I- you- ah-" you couldn't form the words back, but you pulled him closer and kissed him with all the fire you felt in your heart. he responded with a groan and licked your lips, asking for entrance into your mouth.

You didn't hold back, and you explored each others mouths in a moment of excitement, bodies pressed against each other. You pulled away, needing oxygen, but he pulled you back, needing you more than air. Soon your were against each other, moaning, desperate for more.

"Remington?"

"Yes?"

"Take my shirt off?"

His response was immediate, tugging it off you, and claiming your mouth once again. Your hand wandered down his chest to his boxers. He released your mouth for a loud moan and you felt yourself instantly get wetter.

After muttering 'fuck' he kissed down your chest to your boobs, taking one nipple in his mouths and gently pinching the other, until your back was arched in pleasure. You nudged him back up, so you could reach down into his boxers.

He was painfully hard, and he was groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he had been hard for an hour trying to ignore your beauty.

"Please." he mumbled in your ear. Immediately, you moved your hand and put your leg in between his, starting to rub yourself onto his thigh as he did to yours. You were both a mess, sweaty and begging each other for more, more, more, until eventually you stopped humping him. You kissed down his chest but he stopped you.

"No. Please, I just need you now." So you both searched for a condom. You couldn't find one. He couldn't find one. You were dripping for him and he was painfully hard, you surrendered to your instincts.

You asked "are you good without?"

"I hope so."

You giggled a little but stopped when he took his undies off. He was perfect, enough to stretch you but not to hurt, and you felt your chest constrict without meaning to.

"How do you want me?" You asked

"However you want. I just need you." he said with a sigh

"Fuck" you moaned and climbed onto him.

You fell gently, both crying out in pleasure as you felt in all the way in you. You clenched and he moaned a high pitched moan that only turned you on more. Soon you were a mess, riding him, him thrusting into you in perfect timing, getting closer, closer, closer. Without saying a word he started to rub your clit gently. You screamed in pleasure and asked for him to go harder, faster. You cupped his balls and he groaned.

"I'm not gonna last much longer." he grunted into you, and you lay on top of him, boobs pressed to his chest, turning you on like nothing else. You ran a hand through his spiky, sweat-dampened hair and whispered:

"come into me, then"

You clenched and he was done, and seeing the face he made of pure ecstasy sent you over the edge, coming undone harder than ever before. Hands on your hips he helped you ride it out, and breathing heavy, you stayed like that for a long time.

"wow" was all Remington said and you laughed, rolling over. He climbed across you to find a wet wash cloth and clean you both up, taking time to kiss you softly and he cleaned you, only making you wet again.

"I love you Remington."

"I lov-" the doors to the bus suddenly opened, Sebastian screeched and shut it immediately, not wanting any more of a visual than he got. Neither of you realised the rain had stopped.

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[ethanesimp]

LET ME GO // V. D. A.

Pairing: Servant! Victoria De Angelis x Royal GN! Reader

Summary: You're cornered into making a decision that won't only break your heart but Vic's too.

Request: Maybe something that makes me cry

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death threats and death, arranged marriage, swearing

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist // Taglist link in bio

Taglist: @superchrystaldrug @reputationdamiano @ethaneskin @dont-let-me-drown-in-you @bidet-and-legolas​

A/N: I hope this is sad enough nonnie and that you like it :) It's my first time writing for Vic so I hope y'all enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! And yess, we’re still continuing this angst fest :)

Love was a double-edged sword.

That was one of the first things you learned in your life. You’d see people in pain, crying and destroying themselves for it. It took you a long time to understand why one would do so much for a person, what was so special about them to sacrifice so much?

It took Victoria for you to fully understand. She was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, energetic, and sweetest people you’d ever met. Those gorgeous blue eyes and endearing laugh made you fall head over heels for the girl you often saw around the castle ever since you were little. 

Ever since you shared your first kiss with her at the back of the stables while your friend Thomas looked out for guards, you knew your relationship was going to live on borrowed time but had always refused to dwell on the thought too much.

You were aware the circumstances you lived in were like a ticking time bomb stuck to your back. It was far too obvious and you’d be too naïve to think otherwise considering you were a member of royalty and the kingdom would eventually be your burden to carry. However, what you weren’t aware of was how easily things would fall apart or when, or how quickly. 

You’d already spent three years of pure bliss next to Victoria, sneaking around the castle and stealing moments and memories only the two of you knew about. You couldn’t deny that you’d always longed for more, to be able to show all your love for her in public and ask her to rule the kingdom by your side, but no amount of dreaming or wondering about what if’s would ever make your situation any different.

Six words were all it took for your bubble of denial to finally burst. Those six little words kept on repeating inside your head over and over again as you held Victoria in your arms. Her pretty eyes were looking into yours and a sad smile adorned her face as you brushed her hair back with your fingers. You could see the tears in her eyes and knew she could see yours, but neither of you dared to comment on it yet.

It was a delicate subject and neither of you wanted to talk first in fear of triggering an argument, even if you were both aware it was coming soon and there was no way to stop it. So you just sat there together in complete silence. The only thing that could be heard was the sporadic sounds of the window creaking because of the wind and the soft crack of wood burning on the large fireplace. 

You placed a soft peck on her lips and caressed her cheek delicately with your thumb, also removing the tears from her rosy cheeks. You pressed your forehead against hers and tightly closed your eyes as you smelled the sweet scent of flowers that hung in the air because of the small flowers woven into her light hair. 

Her arms were tightly wrapped around your body as if she was afraid that you’d suddenly vanish in the form of smoke and would slip from her fingers. You held her closer as a form of reassurance and sighed when you felt her once quiet sobs turn so violent they’d shake her whole body. 

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled and rubbed circles on her exposed back. You wanted nothing more than to take away all the pain she felt and let her know things would be alright, but you didn’t want to lie to her either, “I’m so sorry you had to see all that amore.”

She shook her head and buried her face against your chest as she cried harder. Victoria had always been so strong, so unbreakable, yet those six little words had just broken her and her heart into a thousand pieces. 

You’re getting married tomorrow. No questions. 

You’d been set to marry the heir of a nearby kingdom ever since you were a little kid, promised away to the other royal in exchange for resources to save a dying kingdom and they’d told you all about it in front of your friends… and your girlfriend. 

Your father had made you meet them right in front of her. The young royal, ignorant to your situation, had even gone as far as to kiss both your cheeks and quickly peck your lips. You had all been so taken aback by it, but no one commented on it because it would look suspicious. 

Even though all you wanted to do was take Victoria and run as far away as your legs would take you, the conversation you’d had with your father just minutes before the announcement stopped you from even trying. 

He looked exasperated, angry. You’d tried to browse your mind for anything you’d done wrong as of late but couldn’t come up with anything. There was no reason for him to be as mad as he seemed. 

“I seem so stupid to you, don’t I? You ungrateful child,” He’d spoken, tone sharp and voice laced with venom. You had flinched at how harsh his words sounded, still clueless as to what he was talking about, “I could put up with you not giving a shit about the Kingdom that will soon be yours because you’d have to stop that childish behavior of yours. But sneaking around with a maid’s daughter? That’s just ludicrous!”

Your heart fell to your stomach right then and there. He knew.

“I have tried so much, given you every single thing you wanted to hopefully get you to listen, but I’m tired of playing nice. You’re getting married tomorrow. No questions. And don’t you dare try and run away unless you want all her friends and family killed the second you step foot out of this castle.”

 She thankfully hadn’t heard your father’s words and you weren’t planning on telling her a thing. You knew for sure that if she’d heard, you would’ve already lost her. She had always been one to stand up against things that were wrong, and that time wouldn’t have been an exception. Unfortunately, your father was anything but lenient and you had no doubt that if she even thought of raising her voice at him things would end in chaos. 

“This is so unfair,” She murmured against your chest as more sobs escaped her lips. You stroked her head gently and nodded, “I know it is, I know.”

Then, she raised her head and looked at you with excited eyes as she wiped her tears away. She had an idea and you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it, “Let’s run away, Y/N. Right now. I have an aunt who lives far away in a kingdom where they will never find us! And we can be happy.”

Your gaze softened at her words. There was nothing you wanted more than to run away with Victoria, far from your parents and the responsibilities you’d been born into. You would’ve tried it too had your father not threatened to kill her family and friends if you did so. But you weren’t going to say a thing. 

“Victoria… We can’t- I can’t,” Her smile fell the moment she heard your words. She pulled away and left your embrace, making you instantly miss the warmth of her body pressed against yours.

Victoria sat down next to you, her eyes focused on yours as if she were trying to read your mind, “What do you mean you can’t? This hasn’t been the first time we’ve talked about it and you’ve always agreed to do it if we ever needed it, which we do now. What’s changed?” 

You had to look away after hearing just how hurt she sounded. You didn’t want to see her cry again because you knew you’d end up telling her every single thing your father told you. Anything would’ve been better than having to tell her, so you decided to say something that would not only break her heart but yours too, “I just can’t, okay? Vic, we were being childish! I cannot just flee the kingdom and expect no consequences. That was a stupid idea that would never work. I need to serve my duty, not run off with some servant’s daughter and forget all about my responsibilities here!”

She moved even further away from you. Victoria didn’t even try to hide the hurt caused by your words, “Oh, okay. I get it now,” She nodded and laughed bitterly as she turned around and gathered all the clothes that had previously been scattered all over the room, ”All this time I’ve been nothing but a fool...

“You know, when this all started between us, my friends kept telling me you were just using me for your amusement,” Victoria spoke. Her tone almost made you flinch because it just had as much venom laced in it as your father’s had earlier that day, “I never believed it, you know? I thought you loved me! But no, you’re just as hungry for power as all those fucking bastards, and I was nothing more than just your little game.” 

Her words felt like agonizingly painful stabs to the heart. You didn’t give a shit about power, about the kingdom, about anything but her. However, you weren’t selfish enough to be driven by your desire to be with her, a desire that was almost a need at that point. At least not after knowing everything that was on the line. Her family… her friends, friends who had become your own too. 

Oh how much you wanted to cave in. You wanted to reach out to her and wrap your arms around her frame while you told her just how sorry you were, how much you didn’t mean those words. But you stayed quiet instead and listened to her insults, took them in, and tried your hardest not to flinch or shed a tear, as much as it hurt to do so.

You didn’t stop her either when she ran out the door, tired from crying and screaming at you. Instead, you waited until she harshly shut the door behind her to finally cry. You cried and cried for what seemed like an eternity, got up from the bed, and tore the room to pieces out of pure frustration and hatred to both the universe and your parents for doing this to you. 

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as you smashed the mirror to pieces with your shoe and tore off the blue wallpaper from the walls. Then, with weak knees and a heavy heart, you slid down the wall and sat on the floor.  You pressed your forehead to your knees and placed your hands over your face as you cried some more. 

Eventually, you fell asleep, exhausted from all the crying and heartbreak you were feeling, wanting nothing but for it to stop. Not too far away, Victoria was being held in the arms of her best friend, who held her while she cried and fell apart in his embrace. No one who was with the two knew what to say. Contrary to what Victoria had said in an attempt to hurt you, all her friends believed you were head over heels for her. Everyone knew you’d do every single thing she asked, but they had all been proven wrong. 

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There was an instant the next morning when you woke up, everything still foggy, where you forgot everything that had gone down the day before. You should’ve held onto those seconds tighter, but your brain didn’t let you as it brought back all the memories from the previous night like violent waves breaking into the shore, so painfully you had to hold your head with your hands.

When a servant walked in, he didn’t question the broken glass scattered all over the wooden floor, neither did he comment on the bare walls and the fact that you looked terrible. He didn’t because he was one of Victoria’s closest friends, Damiano. He silently pieced the story together in his mind and felt his heart break for his two dear friends.

He’d once described you two as a melody. A beautiful one that seemed to flow smoothly and left everyone around them speechless because the force in it was something that no one ever expected from such a quiet-sounding and delicate piece. You loved each other with everything you had, kissed each other like that time would be the last, and now, when you needed all that power and force, you weren’t using it. It made him sad and he couldn’t help but compare you two to an instrument that had gotten out of tune during an important solo. 

Minutes before entering the room, he’d been ready to lash out at you for breaking his sister’s heart, but the mere sight of you made him reconsider. Especially when you looked at him with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You looked into his eyes with so much panic and desperation as you spoke up, voice hoarse and barely inaudible, “I’m so sorry.”

He crouched down to your level and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your body and hold you like he’d held Victoria the night before. Damiano, for the first time in a while, was out of words to say. He wanted to understand what had happened because Victoria had been so distraught the night before that her words had come out in, mostly, incoherent mumbles that not even Thomas or Ethan could catch. 

“What happened Y/N?” He asked in the sweetest, most delicate voice he could muster. It caught him off-guard how you started crying even harder at his question and gripped the collar of his shirt so tightly he was afraid of getting choked by a heartbroken you.

After a few sniffles, you spoke up. Thankfully, your words were much clearer than Victoria’s had been, “I fucked up, Damiano. That’s what happened,” You hiccuped, “I’m nothing but a coward. When my father threatened to kill her family I just stood there looking so fucking stupid. I just nodded along to everything he was saying.”

Damiano’s brown eyes opened wide as he processed your words, “He did what?” You brought a hand to your face and pulled at your hair in frustration at the realization that you had let those words slip. No one was supposed to know, especially not the person who was so close to her that he was basically her brother.

But the secret you’d tried so hard to hide was now out and it felt like a breath of fresh air after being close to suffocating, so you told him everything. All the words spilled out of your mouth and you didn’t even try to stop them. In fact, the exact opposite thing happened and you told him everything with as much detail as possible to the point where a little movie seemed to be playing inside your head.

He didn’t say a word until you finished talking. By that point, you had already calmed down enough to only sniff every once in a while, which was nothing compared to how distraught and shaken up you’d been minutes earlier. That’s when it dawned on him that the only thing you needed was to talk, it also explained why Victoria had been so heartbroken. She didn’t know about it…

It was like you were able to hear his thoughts, because the moment he opened his mouth to speak, you interrupted him, “No. I cannot tell Vic and neither can you. I know you love her just as much as I do and you know how she’d take this… Look, I can live happily if I know she’s out there, safe. How would I ever live with myself if she was gone and it was all my fault?”

His heart broke at your words, but he truly had no clue what he could ever say to make you feel any better, so the only thing he did was hold you closer and let you cry some more.

-

He eventually had to leave before another servant walked in to help you get ready for ‘the big day’. The other servant didn’t question the looks of your room either and stayed quiet as they helped you into the outfit that had been selected for you to wear to the wedding. You almost wanted to chuckle, you had no choice on who’d be there at the altar by your side and it seemed like you had no choice in what you’d be wearing either.

To anyone who’d seen you walk down the halls of the castle would’ve easily mistaken your frown for nothing more than being nervous at the thought of getting married. Hell, Damiano had even told you that a rumor had spread around the castle quickly after everyone found out about you being engaged. 

It was, apparently, no secret to any of the servants that you were seeing someone. Anyone who didn’t know any better had thought it had been the other royal you were set to marry. That you’d spend blissful hours sneaking around the castle, eager to finally unite and live together forever. They weren’t exactly wrong. You did wish for that with everything you had, but not for the person who was already anxiously waiting at the altar for you to walk in.

No. You wanted all that with the blond-haired girl that sat at the very back, with her hair neatly braided back and a few flowers adding a pop of color to her head. You almost wanted to chuckle when you saw she wasn’t wearing a dress. Ever since you were little kids and she’d started working around the castle, she’d begged your father to let her wear a pair of jeans instead of the skirts maids would wear. He hadn’t seen it as a huge deal and ever since he allowed her to do so, you’d never seen her in a skirt, ever, much less a dress. 

As you stood at the altar, you often looked for her in the crowd. Thankfully enough, she’d stayed with her eyes glued to the floor for most of the ceremony and hadn’t caught you staring, not once. Everything that followed seemed to happen so quickly you spaced out over most of it. It hurt, but Damiano’s reassuring smiles and just looking at Victoria gave you enough strength to keep the tears in.

You never thought that’s how your life would go, but you were thankful because at least she’d be safe. She’d have the chance to find someone else and fall in love one day. You only hoped that eventually, when many years had passed, Damiano would tell her all of the truth and maybe, just maybe, she’d find it in herself to forgive you for it all. 

#victoria de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis x you #victoria de angelis x y/n #victoria de angelis fanfiction #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction

[elvish-sky]

Aerinithil Character Sheet

i’m so delighted to introduce you to my new OC, Aeri! I’m so nervous about this, but I really adore her and I’m so proud of the work I’ve put into her so I hope you all love her!

Aeri, by the incredibly kind person and wonderful artist @lady-latte !!!

Name: Aerinithil, meaning ‘sea of moonlight’ is the name given to her by her elven mother.

Nickname: Aeri. It’s what her father called her when she was little, and it’s stuck. (pronounced air-rhee)

Heritage: Half-elf, half-human. Her parents were an elf from Lothlorien and a man from Rohan that got lost and fell in love with her mother. They disappeared from everyone they knew and lived together in the foothills of the mountains west of Fangorn, raising Aeri there. The only being that ever knew there had been another union between elf and man was Gandalf. They were killed by orcs when she was in her 40s, her father living a very long life for a human. However, she was not offered the choice between a human lifespan, and an elven one, instead only given an extended lifespan. However, she doesn't know how long that lifespan is until she meets Gandalf for the first time.

Age: She was born on February 14, TA 2414, and is almost six hundred years old at the Council of Elrond.

Appearance: Aeri is 6’3, a normal height for an elf, but tall for a human. However, she is shorter than Aragorn, who stands at 6’6. She’s very muscular after so many centuries of physical activity, and lean, but not slender like the elves, a reminder of her human heritage. She does have the elven pointed ears, though.

Her hair is a mahogany color and wavy, reaching to the small of her back when she actually leaves it down. Which is rare- one of the things she hates the most is having hair in her face, so it is almost always in a long ponytail or various kinds of braids.

Aeri has piercing blue eyes, a much darker blue than usually seen, but with starbursts of aquamarine around the pupils. She has a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and a few around her face. She also has a triangle of freckles on her right shoulder, something that her father had too, which has always puzzled her but she sees it as a connection to him. Her nose is slightly upturned, and her lips are somewhere in between rounded and heart-shaped, but she can never decide which.

She has a lot of scars all over, a result of centuries of fighting and a whole lot of clumsiness. She has one on the bottom of her chin from tripping as a child, that Aragorn tried for years to get the story about out of her and once he succeeded has not let her forget it. She received a scar at Helm’s Deep that stretches from her hip, across her thigh and almost to her knee. She also has a small one on her cheek from where an arrow grazed her during the battle at the Black Gate.

Personal Information: Aeri is usually very hostile with new people, but secretly craves connection and is rather touch-starved. She’s become almost numb by the time she joins the Fellowship and only does that because she received a message from Gandalf, who, when she met him centuries before, had promised to never ask her for anything unless the situation was truly dire.

She does have a sense of humor and enjoys the antics of the hobbits. Her common sense is strong, and her intuition is finely honed. She’s also inquisitive, sensitive, and has a large amount of hope, qualities that come to light as she starts to unconsciously think of and treat the Fellowship as a family.

Aeri is scared of bees, but she doesn’t know why (and thinks bumblebees are adorable, she’s just scared of any other kind). She has nightmares about her parents’ deaths that constantly trouble her, and hundreds of years later often wonders that if she’d been there, would she have been able to save them? She also suffers from panic attacks and is very nervous in large crowds, but she has learned how to cope over the years, and Aragorn teaches her tricks he uses as well.

In the years between her parents’ deaths and joining the Fellowship, she traveled Arda, visiting everywhere from the Shire to Erebor. She always returned home to the cabin in the foothills of the Misty Mountains near Fangorn, alone, with the books and goods she brought back to keep her company. And her horses and dogs over the years.

She’s fantastic with any weapon you put in her hands, but her favorites are her long twin daggers (that she bonds with Legolas over) and her long cutlass that befuddles Aragorn and Boromir.

Aeri, from this picrew!

Friends: Once the Fellowship gets her to trust them, on the way to Caradhras, she opens up a little more. She becomes fast friends with Merry and Pippin but enjoys Sam’s quieter company and Frodo’s thoughtfulness as well. She also knows a lot about compulsion and temptation and helps Frodo with the ring. Boromir quickly becomes her brother-in-arms, and she manages to take down the Uruk-hai that tried to kill him, saving his life. Legolas has a harder time trusting Aeri, especially because he can see the elvishness in her but knows she’s not fully elven. However, when she rescues him from an orc patrol one night they become friends, and he teaches her more about her heritage. She and Gimli don’t interact much until Moria, but he sees the respect she’s showing and they begin to like each other.

During the several months between her arrival in Rivendell/The Council of Elrond and the Fellowship’s departure, she becomes friends with Arwen, the first being she lets her guard down around in many years. However, she always feels a sense of jealousy around the elf, which she doesn’t realize is because of her feelings for Aragorn for a long time.

She also becomes really close with both Glorfindel and Erestor during her time in Rivendell, enjoying the warrior’s battle-wisdom and humor and the councilor’s quiet thoughtfulness and sass.

Love Interest: Aeri and Aragorn do confess their feelings for each other some time during the quest, much to Merry and Pippin’s delight when they hear of it. However, it takes a while, and there is lots of pining along the way as both think the other wants nothing more than to be friends. Aeri is intimidated by the fact that Aragorn is the Heir of Isildur, and Aragorn is intimidated by the fact that Aeri is a half-elf that’s been alive for eight hundred-ish years. Some hilarity ensues from this as well, much to Boromir and Legolas’s enjoyment.

Aeri and Aragorn with this picrew!

i’m tagging everyone on my everything tag, as well as people i think might be interested and just some that is really like to see this! i’m sorry if you don’t want to be tagged and i hope you’re not mad, i’m just very excited about this!!@entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell @hey-its-nonny @laurfilijames @grunid @claraofthepen @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth @starryeyedrogue @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse @ladylouoflothlorien @lady-latte @luna-xial @elles-writing @band--psycho @annkdarar

this character sheet was inspired by @guardianofrivendell ‘s for her amazing OC Tullaina, which you should check out here!

and a huge thank you to @laurfilijames who gave me the push i needed to do this. thank you so incredibly much, i hope you like her!

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[acahope311]

Golden

Sleepover request

iwenttomordor said: Hello! Congrats for the 100 followers🥰 prompt 18 (“I’m quite comfortable here.”) from the fluff list with Legolas, please?

A/N My first ever request! Woohoo! @iwenttomordor I hope you like it 🥰 and thank you so much for sending this in- I had a lot of fun writing it!

Warnings: Mentions of orc killing, tripping, lovesick elf prince (but that's not much of a warning lol just a heads up)

The trees of Lothlorien scraped against the sky. Yellow leaves falling, painting the ground with splotches of gold. Underneath the golden showers, the elven prince of Mirkwood stared up in awe, even though he himself grew up under the cover of branches and leaves, the experience of standing beneath the rich canopy of Lorien was something else. Freshly bathed and rested, Legolas took this moment of respite to explore the fairest elvendom in all of Middle Earth, to gather himself and his thoughts about his companions and the past events. Specifically, his thoughts of you. At this, he stopped and allowed his mind to ponder on the topic. Without realizing it, his feet guide him to the base of a tree and he sinks down at its roots. A sigh escapes his lips, he catches the tail end of it

Oh, merciful Eru… What do you do to me...

Legolas closes his eyes and smiles, imagining your very being- the human woman who has captured his heart. You were the whole package: graceful and strategic like an elf, strong and powerful like a dwarrowdam, but kind and nurturing that only child of Men could be. Recalling all this brought back memories of the treacherous journey in the Mines of Moria.

“LEGOLAS!” You yelled as another arrow flies from your bow, embedding itself within an enemy orc sneaking up behind the elf. Bewildered, he looked behind him and took in the sight of piled enemies skewered with your arrows. You ran to him, making sure he was alright.

“Pay attention pretty boy- I can’t always watch your back” winking before jumping back into the fray without fear. Noticing the increasing number of enemies surrounding the hobbits, you fearlessly fought your way to the disgruntled halflings.

“Are you all alright?” You asked as calmly as you could while impaling more orcs. Merry and Pippin followed suit with their little swords, felling another dark creature.

“Don’t worry, my Lady! We will protect you!” Sam barrelled his way down to the others, Frodo close behind.

“Me too! The ol’ Gaffer would have my ears if he knew we let you do all the work.” Frodo, bless him, nodded determinedly and swung his trusty shining sword, Sting. The sight warmed your heart and brought a smile to your face, although this was not the time nor the place to become sentimental, you couldn’t help it.

“My friends, I am touched by your kindness, but let's do this as equals- watch each other's backs no matter what.” The others, having heard your reassuring conversation with the hobbits, also got their second wind. Determined, you all swung your swords harder and aimed your arrows with deadlier precision, knocking enemy after enemy. The wave of orcs and goblins was starting to waver, the Fellowship began to slow, allowing their guard to fall. And then a troll came through the door.

A twig snapped in the distance, instantly pulling Legolas to the present. His eyes flew open and turned to the direction of the sound, but relaxed when he saw it was you. Navigating through the trees to him, you couldn’t help but look up in pure wonder, a small smile on your lips, as you noticed how the branches swayed in the wind and the fluttering of the golden leaves. You always noticed everything- except for the lovesick elven prince who would cast fleeting glances in any direction that you were in. Both of you were so distracted that neither of you took note of the protruding root that caught your foot. All of a sudden, the world was upside down and you met the ground with an undignified squeak. At the sight of your tumble, Legolas rushed to your side, worried as he saw your shoulders shaking.

“Are you alright?!” He asked, checking you for any injuries. Rolling you onto your back, you let loose a chain of hearty laughs that left you breathless. Legolas was worried at first, but then soon joined your laughter with chuckles of his own.

“I suspect you are fine then. You should be careful, it is unwise to be so distracted.” He warned cheekily.

“It’s alright, pretty boy. I am allowed moments of relief from always being on guard.” You pause to look at him directly- an idea popping in your head. Propping yourself on your elbows, you place one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand as you pull yourself up to him, your faces mere inches apart. The closeness flusters Legolas- but he does not move back either. He fails to notice the mischievous glint in your eyes as you pull him down and now both of you are on your backs, staring at the golden dappled twilight sky. A beat of silence passes and suddenly he lets out guffaws of laughter, mingling with your own laughter. Sonorously echoing through the bright forest. Moments later, the laughter dies down as Legolas takes in the scene.

“You never fail to surprise me, do you know that? And if you’ve lived as long as I have, not many surprises you anymore.” Legolas says as he catches his breath. You hum in understanding as you both fall into a comfortable silence. Although there is a generous space between you, your hands are clasped together, having not parted since the flip. As the sun sets lower across the horizon, Legolas begins to stir.

“We should head back, the others will worry.” He says as he- reluctantly- tries to pull away. However, you hold onto him, even moving closer.

“Not yet, meleth nin. I am quite comfortable here. Let’s stay a while longer.” You say softly with closed eyes. However, you don’t miss the sudden stiffness in his arm as he looks at you. Although you can’t see it, you can feel the elven prince’s smile at what you said.

Finally, Legolas lies back down next to you, intertwining your fingers together and pulling you closer to him. Both of you bask in not only the golden aura of twilight in the fairest elvendom in Middle Earth but also in the newfound relationship formed under the golden leaves of Lorien.

#legolas x reader #writing #sleepover #100 followers #fluff prompts #lord of the rings #legolas #iwenttomordor #fluff #tolkien #you're so golden #thank you

[spideyanakin]

The World Isn’t Quiet Anymore - Part 1; Where It Begins

Peter Parker x Elf! Reader Lord Of the Rings Au

Chapter 1 - The Fellow Ship Of The Rings

Part 1 ~ Where It Begins

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The world felt quiet as you watched your kingdom. The peaceful elves walking around town, enjoying their life, enjoying the spring breeze.

You took a deep breath as a breeze hit your face. The blue sky felt nice, the sun hit your skin barely affecting you.

You mindlessly watched the waterfalls and the birds passing near it. It felt nice to have some peace. You were always with your father, learning how to rule, learning how to be a good leader for your kingdom.

The kingdom of the Valley was at its best. It was beautiful and peaceful, just like your father always wished.

Suddenly you felt the air change. Everything felt weird. The air didn't seem calm but dangerous.

You felt cold, unusual for elf. The sky was blue but seemed grey. One chill made you realize what was truly happening.

He was awake.

He was coming back.

Sauron was awake and was searching for the ring. You could feel it.

You could already sense the coldness of the Witch-King and his Nazguls passing through your forest. They had just left the Shire, searching for Bilbo or any Hobbit wearing the name of Baggins

But of course, you didn't know that. You didn't know where the ring was, no one did.

You felt chills as you questioned why they were heading South. If the ring was there the people who held it was in big trouble.

You left your balcony and walked down to the throne room where you hoped to find your father.

"Legolas?" You asked as you spotted your cousin alone patiently waiting for someone to come in.

"Hi."

"Hey! What are you doing here?" You greeted him with a smile.

"My father sent me and told me to tell your father about council meeting." He paused. "Elrond is having a meeting." He frowned. "The ring has been found, a Hobbit had it. He's calling us to decide the ring’s faith."

"That's why they were here." You frowned and looked towards the door. "They we’re leaving the Shire." You knitted your eyebrows as you walked to the door.

"You sensed them?" He asked concerned about your reaction.

You nodded a small yes and turned back to him.

"Im going with you." You decided while walking pass him.

"No your not." He chuckled. "It's not safe for you. The council is for men and creatures who are willing to fight for the ring. I've come to seek your father."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes went wide at his comment. Did he not know you at all? You were cousins and best friend since childhood and he made you stay in your palace, calling you weak when you had proven him wrong all your life.

"I said your staying. We don't know what will happen with the ring and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Of mister of the wooden realms im coming whether you like or not. Consider me as a creature" With that you walked out and as if on cue your father entered the room.

"Uncle! You can't let Y/n come to the council meeting. We need you, it's too dangerous for her."

The men softly laughed.

"Oh let her be Legolas. She's strong, she can do it. You of all people should know."

He stayed speechless for a few minutes knowing very well your father was right. 

You walked out the door in an outfit quite similar to Legolas, him following you out.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope. Im coming with, and you can't stop me." You adjusted your sword on your hip and your bow behind your back.

"It's a long walk." he tried to convince you to leave.

"Oh, I've already walked there. Arwin is a good friend of mine remember?"

Everything you said was just reasoning at Legolas. Every word you hit him with seemed to annoy him even more.

All he wanted was keeping his cousin safe, and he was failing at every step.

Once you were all settles in the few chairs of the council you could feel the looks from trolls and humans.

"What is she doing here?" Boromir snapped as he scanned your figure.

"I come on the account of my father." You made your back straighter and made eye contact with Elrond who didn't mind your presence and even approved of it.

"We can't let a girl deal with the ring!? She'll get tempted to take it in the first five minutes!" Gimli added as he was also outraged by you.

"Excuse me?" You eyes open wide and so did Legolas's

"She won't. I bet she could keep the ring better then you could." Legolas snapped at Gimli who shifted in his seat

“Calm down, she is welcome on the council.” Elrond nodded towards Gimli who grumbled something in his beard. 

While he was having a mental breakdown over the fact that an elf princess was putting her nose in important business you scanned the group of people.

"Who is this?" You pointed to a younger human who looked like he had no idea what he was doing here. He looked very uncomfortable in his armor.

"Peter, Son of King Richard of the ocean lands," Legolas whispered to you.

You nodded as something in your mind prevented you from looking elsewhere.

He looked nothing like any human you'd seen. He had soft short brown curls that framed his face. He had honey-colored eyes that seemed to shine in the sun, he was eying the room shifting in his spot, still trying to understand the situation.

Elrond cleared his throat before starting with his speech.

"Strangers from distant lands, 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. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom." He looked at each one of you and settles on Frodo, gesturing to him. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo"

Frodo walked over to the stone plinth in the middle of the circle and carefully placed the ring down. After he did Frodo walked back to his seat and shifted trying to make himself comfortable, still not taking his eyes off the ring.

"So it's true" You eyed Boromir whose eyes were wide open in admiration of the ring. He stood up and unexpectedly started speaking

"In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark" He made a few steps towards the ring. "In the West a pale light lingered a voice was crying, your doom is near at hand Isildur's bane is found" You shared a concerned look with Elrond and Gandalf and snapped your head back to Boromir who's hand was stretching out to the ring.

"Boromir!" Elrond jumped up as the sky suddenly darken.

Gandalf started speaking and you quickly recognized the Black Speech. You winced as he continued the cursed words. You grabbed Legolas's hand as the words were harder and harder to take in.

Peter eyed the three elves as he didn't understand why you seemed to be in such pain. His eyes landed on you, like they already had previously. It hurted him to see your beautiful traits scrunched up in pain.

You suddenly felt weird as the ring was calling you and Frodo.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them

You opened your eyes still in pain and made eye contact with Frodo, neither of you understanding why you were the only ones who could hear it.

The sky cleared and the sun reappeared. You felt your body relaxed as you let go of your cousin's hand.

"Never before has anyone uttered words of that tongue here in Imladris" Elrond stood up in anger.

"I do not ask your pardon Master Elrond for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West" Gandalf deadpanned as he made eye contact with the elf."The Ring is altogether evil" He ended his sentence and sat back down.

"Aye, it is a gift!" Boromir stood up and pointed to the ring. "Why not use this Ring?" He walked around the room making eye contact with everyone but you. "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." Aragorn replied.

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" He scoffed at Aragorn earning a look from you and Legolas.

Both of you stood up and Peter looked at you with amazement.

"This is no mere Ranger" Legolas stated as he made eye contact with you.

"He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance" You added as Aragorn gave you an appreciative nod.

Boromir looked at you in disgust before turning his attention to Aragorn his face twisting in disbelief. "This is Isildur's heir?"  

"and heir to the throne of Gondor" Legolas continued.

Aragorn held his hand up 

"Havo dad, Legolas" He turned his head to you "Y/n."

Sit down, Legolas, Y/n.

Both of you sat down, Peter still looked at you amazed.

"Gondor has no King." Boromir eyed the two of you with such anger it sent you chills down your back. He sat back down and eyed Aragorn “Gondor needs no King.”

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it" Gandalf brought the conversation back to the ring.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond sat up.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" Gimli stood up with his axe and you shared a worried look with Legolas. Gimli smashed his axe on the ring but it shot back to him and sent him flying away.

You backed onto the back of your chair as a vision of Sauron’s eye hit you and Frodo.

Gimli let out a loud grunt as he hit the floor, the blade of his axe being shattered in the process.

The Ring remained undamaged. Gandalf eyed you and Frodo in concern as he saw your pain.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that 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 firey chasm from whence it came. One of you........... must do this." Elrond stated and silence fell in the room.

A staring contest fell into the group as everyone eyed each other trying to push one other to take the ring and destroy it. No one in the group wanted to do it and the staring continued.

You eyed Peter who gave you a shy smile, which you gladly gave back. You shared one concerned look with your cousin, your eyes saying it all.

He nodded a no and you nodded yes.

As if on cue both you and Frodo spoke up.

"I will take it!" Both of you smiled at each other.

"Let me." Frodon's eyes soften as he looked at you and yours did the same.

"Please, I can't let you." You replied, your soft elf voice almost enchanted Peter.

"I'd rather die before seeing the ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli sat up in front of you, Legolas sat up too and stood in front of you in protecting you from Gimli. "And especially in the hands of a female one!" Gimli spat in Legolas face, Peter eyed him in hatred while Legolas shot death glares to him.  

"Then I will take it. I will take the Ring to Mordor. Tho, I do not know the way" Frodo placed his hand over his heart and walked towards the ring.  You looked at him in awe as he gladly took the mission.

A few seconds passed before Gandalf walked up to him and smiled.

"I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear" 

"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will, You have my sword" Aragorn did the same as Gandalf and approached the Hobbit.

"And mine." Peter smiled as he walked towards the group, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword.

"and you have my bow." Legolas joined the group forming.

"And mine." You smiled at Frodo and nodded to your cousin who made a face not very happy you were getting yourself into this too.

"and my axe" Gimli sighed before joining you.

"You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done " Boromir nodded and walked towards the group making sure he stood on the opposite side of you.

Sam who was peering through the bushes ran to join Frodo.

"Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me" He shouted as he made a halt in front of you. You smiled in awe as you saw his Hobbit friends join him.

"Wait! We're coming too!" Two other Hobbits known as Marry and Pippin ran from behind the pillars. You let out a soft laugh as you saw them joining the group.

"Eleven companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond nodded as he looked at the group.

You placed a proud hand over your cousin's shoulder and smiled, he made a face before giving in, partly happy you were coming with him.

“This is where it all begins.” You smiled to Legolas. 

“Indeed.”

"Great! Where are we going?" Pippin asked in an enthusiastic tone, making you smile even more.

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[writingfromkitchenator]

Thranduil ~ Kindness

1,000 Followers Challenge!

Requested by Anon

Sequel to Wrath

Thank you to everyone who requested a sequel!  I honestly never expected such a response, all tags below!

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Word: 898

Warnings:  Mentions of battle and blood

Legolas let you out.  You didn’t ask why, but you knew, you knew that he wouldn’t sit back and let Thranduil do this either.

It hurt to leave, your chest aching the further away you go, but you ignored it, you had to as you caught up to Tauriel, who thanked you, and you all fell silent as thoughts of the danger coming consumed you.

You stuck close to Legolas, knowing you didn’t want to make it worse between you and Thranduil by allowing his son to get hurt and in doing so, it allowed you to help the dwarves again.

Only this time, you knew you couldn’t stay, you had to try and make sure that the orcs didn’t get away, that they paid for what they had done.

Neither you or Legolas were lucky that day.

You could see the town burning as your returned and you quickened your pace, hurrying back to start helping those that survived the dragon, pulling many free from the water and binding many more wounds.  You helped get fires burning and blankets drying so that they wouldn’t be cold, winter coming quick and harsh that year.

Legolas and Tauriel headed to Gundabad and you stayed behind to help Bard, knowing that he was going to need all the help he could get, many of the townsfolk weak and wounded.

Your kindness in helping and staying, ultimately cost you another run in with Thranduil, who still remained furious.

His eyes were cold on you as two guards marched your forward, his eyes flashing as you met his gaze with sheer defiance.  “Thranduil.”

“You have some gall Y/N.”  He said coldly.  “To think that you can keep getting away with things like this.”

You folded your arms, determined to hold his gaze.  “I’m not trying to get away with anything, I‘m simply trying to help, which is more than you are doing coming here armed for war.”

“If I’m not mistaken,” He said sharply, stepping closer. “I still brought food and water for these people, I still-"

“Came with an armed host behind you against thirteen dwarves.” You said hotly.  “And for what?”

Thranduil blinks and looks away.  “You wouldn't understand.”

“I would understand better than most,” You said quietly.  “But is it really worth putting yourself through so much pain?”

He glances at you and for a brief second, you see the pain and struggle in his eyes.  “You know nothing.”

“We’re two halves of a whole, but you know that.” You watch as tension creeps into his back.  “That's why you are fighting me so much.”

Frowning, he gestures to the guards.  “Get her out of here.”

You go quietly, allowing yourself to be led away, to be kept under observation as you continued to help where you could.

The battle came unlike anything you'd expected, finding yourself trapped in the city, fighting for your life as you'd allowed several townsfolk to flee.  Your blade whistled as it cut through the air and against the orcs, their numbers seeing almost endless as you fought, harder and harder, each blow feeling more desperate than the last.

Your blade hit another as you drew in back, a familiar ringing in your ears.  You gad just enough time to catch Thranduil in your peripheral vision before he had grabbed you and pulled you quickly away from the on coming orc he'd distracted you from.

No words were said as you fought side by side, practised ease helping you fall into step.

It didn't seem too long though before the two of you were separated, finding yourself alone again, although this time, the city was much quieter.

The news the battle was over weighed heavily in your heart, hardly wasting a moment in helping those that were injured, getting them settled, shouting orders at the remaining elven soldiers that could carry and help prepare.

You didn't know that you were being looked for and at first, barely heard the soldier's words at first until he managed to catch up and tap you on the arm.

“Lady Y/N.  King Thranduil is looking for you.”

Your chest tightened but you nodded and followed the soldier around to Thranduil’s tent, hesitating only a moment as he opened the flap and gestured for you to go inside.

Thranduil was seated, his gaze looking a little lost as he stared into an almost full glass of wine.

You went to talk, to say something, but you quickly realised that he didn't realise that you'd entered, so focused a long way away as he was.

And his face was covered in blood.

Quietly, you moved to the basin, filling it with water and dampening a cloth.  You go to him and his gaze slowly comes up and meets yours as you start to clean the blood from his face.

Thranduil doesn't move as you clean him, ridding him off the blood and dirt, his eyes just watching you as you worked.

You found yourself brushing his cheek gently, making his eyes shut with a small sigh, leaning into you, the tension finally easing from him as he sighed.

Placing a light kiss on his brow, you smiled softly as his gaze met yours.  It might not have been perfect, but in that moment it was what you both needed and that was all that mattered, the rest would come later.

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[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Metamorphmagus (13)

Summary: You are a species like no other in Middle Earth. You have the ability to change your appearance. Your story starts during The Hobbit, when Gandalf gives you the task to protect the royal blood line.

Warnings: Canon violence, Language (TBH its been awhile since I’ve touched this fic)

Word Count: 749

THIS FIC WAS TRANSFERRED FROM MY WATTPAD

13) Destruction

You get to the doc to see Legolas's hair flow behind him as he chases the Orc, Borg, on his horse.

"So much for that heart to heart talk I was hoping for," You sigh as you watch the elf prince growing smaller as he rode away. The ground suddenly shakes, making you off balanced. You instantly know something was wrong and suspected it had something to do with the dwarves in Erebor.  As bells start to chime frantically, you turn and head back to Bard's house. Everyone is escaping, running against you, trying to find a boat with more space.

"Wrong way kiddo!" An old man shouted as he saw you running towards the destruction. Of course, he didn't try to stop you, as he was saving his own skin.

You reached Bard's home and saw everyone piling into a boat. As you drew closer, you could hear Tauriel hurrying them into the boat.

"Is there space for one more?" You ask. They all look at you. The dwarves and children looked happy that you were alive, but Tauriel couldn't care less. They moved over and you stepped onto the boat, careful not to unbalance it.

"Look out!" Your all tilt as you collide with another boat. It looked low in the water. You saw it was weighed down by piles of gold and three people. One was Alfrid, the unpleasant person you all encountered at the entrance to Laketown. You and Tauriel managed to push the boats apart without anyone in your boat falling out. You heard splashes behind you but when you looked it was just some of the gold. As you drifted forward you heard Alfrid shout,

"We're carrying too much weight. We need to dump something."

"You're quite right, Alfrid." There was a bigger splash and Alfrid was in the water. The fat man must have pushed him off. He swam over to your boat.

"Let me on!" He growled, clinging on.

"We can't carry another person!" Bofur yelled at the man in the water. He hit Alfrid's hands, who yelped and lost hold of your boat.

Behind you a wall fell into the water from an arch overhead, creating small waves and pushing the boat forwards. You saw a figure running on roofs toward the bell tower. After a second you realized it was Bard. The kids saw it too and shouted with joy.

The shouts turned to screams as Smaug flew overhead, blasting the houses on the shore with his fire. You reach an overhang and Tauriel stops the boat. Smaug circles back around. Once the way was clear, you both started moving the boat forward again. You were watching the dragon when you see something bounce off its scales. The clanging bell stops and something bounced off Smaug's scales again.

"Da!" The kids shout. "Da!" It was Bard standing on the bell tower firing arrows at the dragon. A third arrow shoots from the tower, and, like the first two, harmlessly bounces off.

"He hit it!" Kili shouted from the back. "He hit the dragon!"

"No..." Tauriel shook her head.

"He did!" Kili protested. "He hit his mark, I saw!"

"His arrows cannot pierce its hide; I fear nothing will."

Suddenly Bain leaps up and grabs a hanging hook, swinging clear of the boat. They all try to grab him, but they miss.

"What are you doing?" They shouted. "Come back!" Bain reaches the docs and starts running.

"We have no time!" You told them. "We have to leave him." Next to you, Tauriel nodded in agreement.

"Bain!" His sister shouted one last time. The boat carries on down the canal. You watch the bell tower. Smaug smashes into it, taking out the top. He circled back around and landed on the lower building in front of the tower.

"Who are you that would stand in the way of me?" You could hear Smaug growl.

"We have to move faster." You say to Tauriel. "We have to get out of the way." She nodded and you both started to paddle the boat harder. You could hear Smaug talking behind you.

You turned to watch as a big black arrow hit the dragon below one of his wings. You saw two people jump before Smaug plowed through the bell tower. Hopefully, Bard and his son were still alive. Smaug pulled himself up and flew hundreds of feet in the air. He stops his ascent and starts to fall. The dragon was dead.

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[rose-demica]

Prompt: If I'm going to hell I might as well enjoy it.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avengers

Series: The Rise of Thanos, The Fall of Loki,

Pairings: Clint Barton X Iris Coulson-Fury, Mentioned Thor/Jane, 

Warnings:  Heads up, my partner says that the implied sexual content can come across as non-consensual. This was not my intention, nor is it how I see this. It is, however, valid, and please be aware that it could be seen that way.

A little flashback to Iris and Clint’s past, with some fun truth or dare at the end.  

His fingers twirled a knife around expertly, trying to figure out when everything had got so complicated, why he'd allowed himself to feel. Emotions he normally ignored and hid away crowding his large muscular frame, crippling him, he'd found his weakness. Blue-Grey eyes flickered around the building he had chosen for his vantage point. The top floor was still under construction, and completely devoid of human life. It was 2am on a Saturday morning, no one would be back until Monday, and he would be long gone by then. He'd set up the sniper rifle with ease, it wasn't his prefered weapon, but this task required more subtlety than he usually offered, the pay was worth his slight discomfort. The kill was ridiculously easy, the target far too comfortable in his position. The fool thought no one would dare to take him down. He'd expected all of this, what he hadn't expected was the olive toned goddess that greeted him when he turned around. He hadn't heard her sneak up behind him - he never did. Long slender fingers were resting on the pistol tucked into her thigh holster, the others tangling through her long honey-brown ringlets, twisting them out of her way. He knew this woman, she was a government agent, someone he should kill with no second thoughts, yet still he hesitated. Her body was laid out before him, her hands pulled above her head, bound there with the handcuffs he'd previously stolen from her. She was still unconscious from the blows he'd managed to land. She fought well, and normally handed him his arse on a silver platter, forcing him to improve, be better for their next encounter, he'd never expected to beat her. Not today, he wasn't ready, he wasn't strong enough. 

His eyes scanned her body, tight black jeans hugged every deadly leg muscle, giving way to a button up shirt, it had popped open while they were fighting and he'd paid no mind to it then. Clearly she hadn't been expecting to be sent after him. His fingers twitched, longing to run across her rock solid abs, before gripping her hips. To be able to push her shirt further away to reveal more of the lacy black bra he could just see the bottom of. If she was standing, she would be the right height to tuck in under his chin nicely. He tightened his grip on the knife, stilling his actions as he tried to get a grip on the errand thoughts, his head shaking from side to side as though it would clear his mind. His gaze was drawn back to the fresh scarring on the inside of her left hip. Jagged lines that carved into her beautiful skin, it was raised and slightly paler than the rest of her skin. Torture, he'd hazard a guess, that'd be the only reason he'd have been able to beat her. She was already weakened, he'd been cheated of his victory. He gripped the knife in his hand harder, knuckles whitening, someone else had hurt her. His blood boiled, free hand curling into a fist, he'd hurt them more. How dare they touch her?! She was his! He shook his head, hand running through his hair. No, she wasn't his, she was the government's, sent here to kill him. His eyes scanned her again, the slow rise and fall of her chest with each breath he allowed her to have. He twirled the knife once more, leaning forward on his makeshift seat. He reached out with his free hand, calloused fingers running across the top of her jeans, tracing the scar. Her body tensed under his touch, his eyes immediately flickering up to her face, making sure she was still unconscious. With her next breath out the discomfort was gone, her body welcoming the gentle pressure from his fingertips. He wanted to follow the scar, see if there were any others littering her body, but he refrained. He needed her conscious permission first, if he saw any more he wouldn't be able to keep his tentative hold on his self-control. Her body laid out before him was nearly too much. He pulled his hand back, running it through his hair again, breathing deeply. A groan had his head flicking upwards, eyes locked on her heart shaped face as it started to move. She was regaining consciousness too soon, he hadn't decided what to do yet. His name, his real name fell from her all-so-kissable lips as she shifted, trying to get more comfortable. Her actions stumbled to a halt when she felt her hands catch on the pipe around her head. Golden eyes that haunted his every moment opened, looking up before they fell on him. He leant back, trying to seem nonchalant, the knife twirling around his fingers once more. Her eyes narrowed when she realized it was her knife that he was playing with. She scanned her over her body, noticing the lack of weapons and her open shirt. She shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable. "Why haven't you killed me?" She demanded, straining her arm muscles to pull herself into a sitting position, taking the weight of her torso off of her arms. A sigh passed her lips, shoulders rolling slightly before she did the same with her head, stretching sore muscles. "I won't give you any information, you know this. So do it and be done." She raised her chin defiantly, waiting for him to strike. He moved slowly, uncoiling himself from the chair he was leaning back in. He knelt over her, one of his knees either side of her legs, resting just enough weight on her lap to immobilize her so she couldn't attack him. He put one hand on her chin, pulling her gaze up to his as he rested the flat of the blade against her neck, just enough pressure to startle her. "Is this what you really want?" He hissed, tightening his hold on her chin as she tried to look away. Her golden eyes hardened as they locked onto his, anger filling their depths. "You don't want to know what I really want." She spat, her gaze faltering slightly, but she never looked away from him, refused to give anything else away. He released her face, but her eyes stayed locked on his even as his hand trailed down her side. Falling to rest on her hip, he refused to admit to himself how nice it felt to have her body pinned beneath his, the skin to skin contact, the fire she set alight in him that no one else could ever satisfy. He broke their gaze, leaning forward until his mouth was right by her ear, her felt her body tense beneath him, the knife in his hand steady. "Oh, I do darlin'." He drawled, knowing his southern accent would drive her crazy, it affected all the female's he'd tried to seduce. The simple southern country boy charm. He pulled the knife away, making sure he oozed grace and sensuality as he pressed a kiss to her temple, then her cheek. He nudged her head aside, laying kisses down her neck before pulling away altogether, pretending not to hear the quiet whine that escaped her gritted teeth. Ignoring the way her body arched as though to follow his, the rattle of handcuffs preventing her from moving further. Proof that she wanted him as much as he needed her.   The knife forgotten beside her slender frame as he paced, a  hand running through his short sandy-brown locks as he fought with himself. He wanted her, badly, bad enough to look over the fact she was a government agent, that she wanted him dead. He knew better, he did, but he couldn't help it, he needed her. He felt her golden gaze following him, a slight tilt to her head as she tried to figure out what was going on in his head, why he'd flip-flopped so suddenly. "Screw it. If I'm gonna go to hell, I might as well enjoy it." He growled, kneeling down beside her, his arm slipping around her waist and pulling her body up to his, his lips crashing down on hers. A shocked gasp left her mouth before she reciprocated his demanding advances.

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Iris laughed along with the rest of the Avengers at Natasha's recount of the Budapest mission. It was a total lie of course, not one of the stories matched up enough to be the truth, everyone's version wildly different from the others. Tucking herself further into Clint's side, her eyes falling shut as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Anyone want to play Truth or Dare?" Tony offered, breaking the silence as he moved to refill his glass, pouring her another juice while he was there. Iris took the drink with a whispered thanks. Steve raised an eyebrow at her, motioning to her drink choice. Of course the super soldier had noticed she wasn't drinking with the rest of them. Besides Clint, he was the only one still remotely sober. "What is this game you speak of?" Thor thundered, causing Jane to wince and flinch away from his side, before she leant closer to whisper the rules in his ear. "Ah! I wish to play this Midgardian game!" He decided, raising his glass of Asgardian mead in Tony's direction. "Alright then Point Break, truth or dare?" Tony responded, a smirk tugging at his lips when the god proclaimed he wished for a dare. "Wanna vanish?" Clint's voice in her ear distracted her from their friends, his lips pressing to the top of her head. She hummed an agreement, turning her head into his chest as Thor stood to begin his dare. "Hold up Thor. I have a question for Legolas and his girl before they disappear." Tony stopped everything, all eyes flicking to Iris and Clint. "Tony we're exhausted, perhaps another day." Iris protested, digging her fingers into Clint's hip as he shifted slightly, glaring into his chest as though it would hold him still. "You scared of one little question?" Tony taunted both agents, knowing full well that neither of them would be able to walk away from a threat. "Fine Stark, one question." Clint relented, lifting his bottle of beer to his lips. It was his first one of the night, and despite the fact that the party had lasted a good six hours it was still only half drunk. Clint was a careful drinker, scared that he would turn out like his father. "Who was your first?" Tony asked, leaning towards the couple. "First what Tony?" Tony rolled his eyes at her question, looking around the room at the various levels of confusion on his drunk friends faces. Only Natasha seemed to understand what he was implying. "You know-" Tony made a rude gesture with his hips, causing Steve to blush and look away, much to everyone's amusement. "Oh, that's easy. Clint, he's my first and only." Iris answered first, stretching up to press a kiss to Clint's cheek. The archer - having chosen that moment to take another sip, already prepared to hear another male's name fall from her lips, spat his drink back into the bottle, placing it on the coffee table to his left. "What!?" He demanded, removing her from his side and turning to face her, his hands gripping her arms. Ignoring Tony's conspiratorial 'ooh'. "You were my first and only sexual partner." Her golden eyes were locked on his steel blue as she repeated herself. Clint scanned her, looking for any sign she was lying before he swore loudly. "That means-" He swore again as he stood and started pacing, his hand running through his sandy-brown locks. "I'm an arsehole. Ri I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you." He fell to his knees before her, his hands in her lap. "Baby it's fi-" Iris reached out to cradle his face, but he pulled away, returning to pacing to the bar and back. "Don't you dare say it fine Ri. You deserve candles and flowers and penthouse suites in five star hotels and a nice dinner before hand with some sweet guy who'd treat you right. Not some horny jerk who couldn't keep it in his pants on the top floor of an-" "Shut up Barton." She stood, casting a glance to Natasha, who was trying to piece together a timeline from what she knew of the couple. "I wanted you just as badly as you wanted me. This is not on you." Iris forced herself to stand, taking a step towards her lover. "Not on me? Ri, you were tied up, you couldn't have stopped me if you tried." Clint stopped pacing, hiding his face in his hands as he called himself every horrible name he knew. "Kinky-" Tony interjected, but both agents ignored him once more. "Hey. It takes two to tango, and I'm not some helpless damsel in distress. There were multiple ways I could have stopped you if I wanted to, but I didn't. We both got what we needed, it's in the past, let it go." Iris pulled his hands away from his face, wrapping them around her waist instead, her own arms going up and around his neck. "I'll make it up to you. I pro-" He whispered, before she kissed him, cutting off any more words. A wolf whistle had Iris pulling away and tucking her head into Clint's neck. "So I take it she wasn't your first then Legolas?" Tony called, Clint shook his head with a laugh, moving his arms to lead Iris into the awaiting elevator. "My first was a tightrope act from my circus days, her name was Laura."

#marvel cinematic universe #Avengers #Fanfiction #my writing #Clint Barton #Iris Coulson-Fury #Party at Avengers Tower #clint x oc