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fandoms-forever-united · 5 hours ago
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Legolas Greenleaf Imagine - Abducted
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Ever since I reblogged this post from @harleysarchive I've wanted post my own version of the imagine above!!!
This one was also requested by anon!!!
Ask #1:
Yes please write something like that!
Ask #2:
I was thinking of the Legolas one, but I would also like a part 2 to that Bakugo one. So why not both? Lol
A/N - I personally think that this imagine isn't the best, but that's probably because I haven't really written anything like this for Lord of The Rings before... (I have written some stuff for Lord of The Rings but not like this!) I would really love to hear what you guys think of it! All feedback is encouraged considering how this the first imagine that I've done in a very long time!
Also, Anon that had requested for me to do this imagine even though I was going to write it anyway, please enjoy and give me your opinion on it after you read it!!!
Enough rambling! Let's get on with the story!!!
Hope you guys enjoy!!!
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(The 2 pictures above are what your outfit and sword look like for this imagine!!! Both pictures are not mine!!! I found both of them on Pinterest!!! You can also change anything you want about the outfit and/or sword if you want to change something about them!)
"Frodo?! Boromir?!" You shout out into the distance as you walk through the forest, along with your long-time friend Aragorn. "Where are they?" You ask as the 2 of you stop to look over a cliff. "I do not know..." Aragorn answers. "but we will find them (Y/N), do not worry." "I hope you're right..." you mutter, hoping that Frodo is alright and nothing bad has happened to him.
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After searching for a little while longer, you and Aragorn come across a ruin and find Frodo sitting on the ground next to it. You and Aragorn slowly approach him. "Frodo?" he asks as he gets closer to him. Frodo jumps in surprise as he turns to face you and Aragorn. His eyes are wide with terror, but he soon realizes that it's just and Aragorn and not someone else. Frodo's green eyes go from you to Aragorn and then back before he speaks. "It's taken Boromir." "Where is the ring?" Aragorn asks as he steps closer to him. "Stay away!" Frodo shouts as he scrambles to his feet, running from both you and Aragorn.
"Frodo!" you and Aragorn call after him as he runs around a column of the ruin. "...I swore to protect you." Aragorn says to him calmly. "As did I." you agree. Frodo's eyes go from Aragorn to you and you see how frightened he is. 'Something must have happened with Boromir.' you think. You open your mouth to ask him about what had happened between him and Boromir, but he returns his gaze back to Aragorn. "Can you protect me from yourself?" he asks as he uncurls his fist, revealing the ring. You stare at the ring as it glints, gold and beautiful in the afternoon sun. "Would you destroy it?" Frodo continues. You look from Frodo to Aragorn to see that his eyes are glued to it. Aragorn slowly walks up to Frodo, his hand moving to hover over the ring, as if he's about to grab it from Frodo. "Aragorn," you say gently, trying to get through to him before he can do anything.
Aragorn seems to be taken out of his trance before he kneels in front of Frodo, closing his small hand around the ring. "I would have gone with you to the end... into the very fires of Mordor." Aragorn whispers to him. "We both would have." you state, causing Frodo to look up at you, his green eyes brimming with tears. "I know." he agrees softly. "Look after the others, especially Sam... he will not understand." he says to both you and Aragorn. You're about to agree that you and Aragorn will definitely look after Sam and the others when Aragorn gets up to his feet, drawing his sword. Frodo looks up at Aragorn in confusion for a second before drawing his own sword that's currently glowing brightly. 'Orcs...' You think, drawing your own sword as well. "Go, Frodo!" Aragorn tells him urgently. "(Y/N), go with him all the way down to the river, make sure that he gets out of here safely." he tells you. You and Frodo hesitate, not wanting to leave him on his own. "Run. Run!" he yells at you and Frodo. "Come Frodo." you tell the hobbit urgently as you start running down the hill towards the river.
You and Frodo scramble down the hillside away from the fight. You hear the calls of some Orcs following after you. You scramble behind a tree with Frodo right behind you. You press your back against the tree, hoping and praying that you and Frodo don't get seen by any of the Orcs that are currently running past you and Frodo. Luckily, they don't see either of you, and they keep on running down the hill. "Frodo! (Y/N)!" you hear from your left. You and Frodo both turn to see both Merry and Pippin hiding in a hollow, a few feet away. "Hide here, quick!" Merry continues in the same urgent tone. "Come on!" Pippin urges.
You know that Frodo is looking at the 2 of them with great sadness as he slowly shakes his head at them. "What's he doing?" I hear Pippin ask Merry. From your position next to Frodo, you can see the understanding Merry's eyes. "He's leaving." he replies softly. "No!" Pippin shouts as he stands, coming out into the open towards you and Frodo. Merry grabs at his arm, trying to stop him. "Pippin!" he shouts as Pippin breaks out of his grip. A cry of an Orc rings out on the top of the hill. The've been seen!
'Damn!' you think as you see multiple Orcs running down the hill towards the 2 small hobbits. You come out into the open as well, causing the 3 hobbits to look at you in surprise as you draw your sword (in which you had sheathed again as you were making your way down the hill with Frodo). "Run Frodo." you urge, staring up the hill at the multiple Uruk-Hai charging down the hill towards you. You turn to Frodo, knowing that he hasn't left you. "Go! We'll give you as much time as I can!" you tell him as you gesture over to Merry and Pippin.
Merry takes the hint and starts to gain the orcs' attention. "Hey, hey you! Over here!" he shouts, waving his arms out. "Hey!" Pippin yells.
"Over here!"
"This way!"
The orcs coming running towards the 3 of you. "Go!" you urge Frodo one last time before running off with Merry and Pippin, leading the Orcs away from Frodo.
"It's working!" Pippin shouts.
"I know it's working! Run!" Merry replies as the 3 of you continue running.
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You, Merry and Pippin have been running for about 10 minutes now and you've come to a small clearing where more Orcs approach the 3 of you from in front of you.
You're trapped!
You draw your sword again, ready for a fight, ready to protect Merry and Pippin with your life if you need too. Even with so many orcs surrounding you, you are determined to protect them no matter what. "Stay behind me." you urge the 2 of them as the orcs get closer and closer to the 3 of you.
You get ready to strike when Boromir suddenly appears from behind you, blocking a strike from one of the orcs. "Boromir!" Merry and Pippin shout as you and Boromir fight off the many orcs and Uruk-Hai attacking us.
After about 10 minutes of fighting off orcs and Uruk-Hai, you and Boromir are overwhelmed with how many there are coming after you. "We're outnumbered!" you shout as you continue striking the Orcs and Uruk-Hai. "We need help!" "I'm on it!" Boromir shouts. A few seconds later, you hear the sound of the horn of Gondor, knowing that Boromir is blowing it to hopefully have Aragorn and the others come to your aid.
You're praying that Legolas and the others can hear the horn. Hopefully, they will get to you and Boromir in time, before anything can happen to Merry and/or Pippin. You pray to the gods that Legolas will show up. Out of everyone in the fellowship (other than Aragorn), you are the closest with him. You could even say that you've literally fallen for the elven prince.
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You and Boromir lead Merry and Pippin away from the oncoming orcs and Uruk-Hai. As you fight off any that get too close, Boromir continues to blow the horn, so that the others know where you are.
You grunt as you stab yet another orc with your sword. "Run! Run!" you hear Boromir shout, causing you to look up to see 100's of orcs coming after you. You don't hesitate to run after him and the hobbits, not wanting to stick around too long with that many orcs and Uruk-Hai coming after you.
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The 4 of you continue on running until you get cornered. You all continue fighting though, even Merry and Pippin fight back by throwing rocks at the orcs that are coming after you while you and Boromir use your swords to strike down any that come to close. Your eyes scan the battle for any sign of Legolas and the others but there's no sign of them. The only thing that you do see is a giant Uruk-Hai aiming his bow and arrow at Boromir who is currently fighting a few orcs.
You're about to warn him about the arrow but before you can, the arrow is released and it hits Boromir in the chest. "No, Boromir!" you scream as he falls down to his knees.
You're about charge at and kill the Uruk-Hai that had shot him, but to your surprise Boromir continues fighting. You strike down an orc that charges at you before you see the Uruk-Hai aim yet another arrow at Boromir. "NO!" you scream out as the arrow hits its' mark, causing Boromir to stumble back. You grit your teeth in utter anger as you strike down any orc that comes in your way between you and the Uruk that shot Boromir.
Once again, you see Boromir continue to fight against the orcs that come after him and the 2 hobbits. You just have to kill the Uruk before he can shoot him again. You just have too.
You're just about to reach the Uruk when an Orc literally scoops you up and over its' shoulder, knocking your sword out of your hand. "Let go of me!" you shout as you kick and punch the orc in the back and stomach. You stop kicking and punching the orc that had taken you hostage when a third and final arrow hits Boromir in the stomach. "Boromir! NO!" you scream, tears running down your face as he falls to his knees again, not getting up to fight again.
At the sight of Boromir, you see Merry and Pippin let out battle cries before charging at the army of orcs. Seems like their efforts are futile because both of them are scooped off of their feet by Uruk-Hai.
You scream for Boromir as the orc that had taken you hostage runs past him. "BOROMIR!" You scream as you see the Uruk-Hai that had shot him standing before him, another arrow loaded in his bow. "NO!" you scream as the Uruk begins to draw back the arrow, ready to finish Boromir off, once and for all.
"(Y/N)!" you hear the all so familiar voice of Legolas shout. You whip your head in that direction to see Legolas and Gimli running as fast as they can over the hill, killing orcs as they go. "Legolas!" you shout back as you try and to get out of the orcs' grip once again. "NO!” Legolas screams as he continues to kill orcs, trying to get to you. “NO, (Y/N), NO!” he continues before he and Gimli are overwhelmed with orcs keeping the 2 of them at bay as the rest of the army of orcs, along with you, Merry and Pippin escape.
"LEGOLAS!" you scream one final time before you can't see him or any of the others anymore.
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justfangirlthingies · 2 days ago
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Marry your Daughter (Legolas)
This is a songfic for the song 'Marry your Daughter'
The story plays in between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, well actually it doesn't really matter when it plays
This is my first time writing for Legolas, so just bear with me ok?
Summary: Legolas makes his way to (Y/n)'s father to ask him a very important question or rather ask for approval.
Idk what race you wanna be, so if you're an elf just consider this as an Elvish conversation, for any other race it'd be in English I suppose.
Warnings: none? I think? If you find anything lmk though
Word count: 1640 words
A young ellon walked through the halls of the castle. He strutted through the halls with grace, not letting anyone see how nervous he actually was. He had only seen your father two or three times. Needless to say, he hadn't really had the chance to properly get to know him those few times. Legolas came to a halt in front of two large willow wood doors, which were guarded by two wardens. The two bowed before him briefly, before one of them entered through the doors. Probably announcing the young prince's arrival to the king. When the doors opened once more, the prince was shown into the room, the doors closing behind him. The ellon walked up to the man sitting upon his throne and knelt before him. Just casualties amidst royalty.
Once Legolas got back onto his feet, he heard the king's voice speak up. "Legolas Thranduilion, prince of the woodland realm, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked.
The man you were currently courting took in a deep breath and tried to keep his shaky exhale as quiet and unnoticeable as possible, before he spoke up "Sir, I'm a bit nervous 'bout being here today. Still not real sure what I'm going to say. So, bear with me please if I take up too much of your time"
At that, the older man cocked an eyebrow, genuine curiosity overtaking his features. He already had a hunch that whatever this was, had to be about (Y/n), his only daughter and also the oldest of all his 3 his children. "Your Majesty, as you know, your daughter (Y/n) and I have been courting and I wanted to-to" The elven prince cut himself off, the nervousness coursing through his veins finally seemed to affect his actions. In the heat of the moment, he decided that maybe it would be easier to get this off his chest if he just showed the object, which he had been carrying with him for a few months now, to your father "See in this box is a ring for your oldest"
Your father's eyes widened at the object. Yes, he expected some kind of talk, but not that kind of talk just yet. The box in Legolas' hands was decorated with intricate and highly complicated looking patterns. Though the ring he did not get to see. "She's my everything and all that I know is-" The blond stopped his sentence and sighed, finally looking up at your father and maintaining some intense eye contact. "it would be such a relief if I knew that we were on the same side. 'Cause very soon, I'm hoping that I can marry your daughter and make her my wife."
"And how do you think that would turn out? What would you expect of a union with her. How would it benefit (Y/n)?" The monarch asked in return, his eyes still trained on his future son in law.
Legolas saw this as a good sign. He had not denied the request to give his blessing to this marriage, yet. "I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life and give her the best of me 'til the day that I die"
"What if I said no?" A smirk graced the king's lips as his (e/c) eyes bore into the young ellon's blue ones. The elf's face fell as he failed to notice the playful shimmer in the older man's eyes. He quickly retained his proud posture and continued on, answering the old man's question "All due respect Your Majesty, I do not mean to offend you, but I am asking for your blessing and possibly your approval, but in no way am I asking for your permission because I'm most certainly gonna marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen." The elven prince smiled at that thought. At the thought of you in your wedding dress. He would stand, waiting and watching at the altar, while you'd make your way down the isle. "I can't wait to smile. When she walks down the aisle. Preferably, on the arm of her father." The king watched as Legolas' brilliant blue eyes glimmered with love, happiness and admiration at the mere thought of you. He also took notice of the determination that sparked from the ellon's eyes. "On the day that I marry your daughter"
"Why (Y/n)? How can I be certain you will not mistreat my daughter?" Was all your father questioned in response. He was curious and wanted to make sure the man before him really was genuinely in love with you. Because of the fact that he always heard the way you talk about Legolas, he knew you were utterly in love with the elf. However, no matter how much you might have adored this man, your father wanted to create his own picture of the prince, without including the opinions of others. He simply had to judge for himself, if Legolas was worthy of his 'little girl' or more like, as close to worthy as one can get because in his opinion, no one was, is or would ever be good enough for you. The younger male immediately answered the other's question, ready to take any chance to prove himself to the man you called your father "She's been here every step since the day that we met. I'm scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left. So, don't you ever worry about me ever treating her bad"
"You have already thought all of this through, haven't you?" The king chuckled slightly. A sign is what Legolas saw this as. A sign, that he might indeed get a blessing for this union. With that thought in the back of his head, he smiled and eagerly nodded his head yes "Yes indeed, I have most of it thought out already. If she has any extra wishes or wants to alter or make changes or additions to anything, she can do so. After all, it is in my interest to make this perfect for her. I've got most of my vows done so far, so bring on the better or worse and 'til death do us part. There's no doubt in my mind. It's time. (Y/n) and I have discussed the topic quite a few times, though I do not think she expects me to ask her nor has she any suspicion of my plans just yet. Which is why, the way I view it, this is a tremendous opportunity to surprise her. I'm ready to start, I swear to you with all of my heart."
Your father slowly lifted himself from the throne and walked up to Legolas "You swear, you say?" The man was intimidating, but the ellon stood his ground "Indeed. I swear it. I'm gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife. I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life and give her the best of me 'til the day that I die. yeah I'm gonna marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen. I can't wait to smile as she walks down the aisle, on the arm of her father. I know she would want you to approve and to have you there and so would I, on the day that I marry your daughter.
"It seems like you really do mean it..." The older one thought aloud. "I mean it, I really do" Legolas spoke up, he hadn't even properly acknowledged that your father was now in very close proximity and that what he said was more of a statement than a question. With that, Legolas remembered your first encounter, a dreamy look took over his features for a moment as he spoke "The first time I saw her, I swear I knew, that I'd say 'I do' "
The ruler over your kingdom took another look at Legolas before he announced "If that really is the case, which it seems to be and if (Y/n) really wants this, there is no stopping my stubborn daughter" he laughed loudly "then I suppose I have no choice, but to give this marriage my blessing."
I'm gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife. I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life and give her the best of me 'til the day that I die
The blond's eyes went wide. Had his ears deceived him or did he really just hear what he had heard? At that the old king chuckled "You better treat her well..." He hesitated for a moment before finishing his sentence and patting the elf's shoulder "...son."
The elvish prince nodded, his eyes widened even more at the sudden contact and with the biggest of grins plastered on his face, he replied "I will, do not fret."
I'm gonna marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen.
"I better not regret this decision" Your father muttered "You will not regret it, I assure you" The younger male responded immediately.
I can't wait to smile, as she walks down the aisle, on the arm of her father...
"I expect I still get to see her regularly." He paused "And you as well, I need to know what kind of man I just allowed entry to my family." Now it was Legolas' turn to laugh "Of course. We will visit as often as we can and you may come and pay us a visit as well sometime......adar"
...on the day that I marry your daughter
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maaaddiexo · 5 days ago
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.8
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Eight
Nyx marched through the halls of Rivendell angrily. Flight of stairs after flight of stairs she went until she was at the highest lookout point the Elves of Rivendell had built. The sound of water cascading down the mountain drowned out the sound of blood pumping angrily in her ears, but she could still feel it nonetheless. She crossed a small arched bridge in front of waterfall. The mist that came off put out the smoke on her cape.
Nyx discarded her cloak angrily, throwing it on the floor and kicking it away. Her face burned with anger and she rubbed her face, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. Not even a week she’d worn the ring and already it had torn down the defenses she’d spent over a decade building up. She braced herself against the stone balcony railing.
“Focus, Nyx. Like Gandalf taught you.”
“Milady Nyx?” An Elf stood timidly at the top of the stairs. Clearly, he knew he was interrupting something. “Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”
“Tell Elrond and Gandalf I will not be attending. They will understand.”
The Elf hesitated and then bowed. “Of course, Milady Nyx. Would you like to have it sent to your room?”
Nyx hesitated and then nodded curtly.
The Elf bowed once more and then descended the stairs quickly and Nyx felt her knees give out, splitting when they hit the stone. Her fingers gripped the stone spindles and her head rested against them. Nyx couldn’t find it in herself to move. Not even as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped.
Nyx was tired. She could go no further.
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When Nyx woke up the next morning, she was still on the outlook, her cloak wrapped around her like a blanket with leaves in her hair.
Someone was touching her shoulder. She saw the familiar staff before she heard the voice.
“My dear, why sleep on the floor when you’ve been offered a bed.”
Nyx looked away. All around her were burnt leaves and grass. Her fingertips were black with ash. She’d spent a long time trying to control her anger the night before. And though she hadn’t burned down a gazebo, Rivendell wasn’t completely unscathed. “What time is it?”
“The Council is about to begin but Frodo refused to start without you. He insists you be part of the meeting.”
Nyx frowned. She wanted no part of the Ring and its journey, wherever it led. Not after what it did to her in less than a week. She felt the anger in her, glowing bright. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly.
“Come on. Up you get.” Gandalf helped Nyx to her feet and began to fret over her, pulling the leaves and twigs out of her hair and brushing down her cloak. “That’ll do.”
Nyx frowned and self-consciously pulled her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. They descended the stairs quickly, Nyx trailing behind the grey wizard. “Gandalf, I do not want to go with the Ring.”
“You do not have to. But attend for Frodo’s sake. Here,” he grabbed Nyx’s scythe and placed it in her hands. There was still dried blood on it from the last time she used it. “Come.”
Everyone was already seated in the Council Room and Nyx moved to stand behind Frodo’s chair. He smiled gratefully at her over his shoulder. She tried to smile back but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.
“Strangers from distant lands,” Elrond began. “Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall.”
Nyx found Aragorn’s eyes across the circular room, fear brimming in her eyes. Her gave her a calm smile before turning to look at someone else. The Elf from the day before. They shared a familiar look with one another. A look of familiarity and friendship.
“Each race is bound to this fate – this one doom,” Elrond continued. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”
Frodo stood on shaky legs, looking at Gandalf and then Nyx behind him. She nodded encouragingly at him. He reached into his pocket as he walked towards the small stone table in the middle, octagonal in shape. He placed it on the stone gently but still, everyone heard it thud, like a boulder hitting the bottom of chasm.
Immediately, the Ring began to hum and sing, and everyone sat forward in their chairs, drawn to it. Except for Nyx. She took a step back in fear. Her fingers began to warm.
“So, it is true,” a man murmured. He stood up slowly. “In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the west, a pale light lingered. Voices crying. Our doom is near at hand.” He moved closer to the Ring. “Isildur’s Bane is found.” He reached his hand forward. “Isildur’s Bane.”
“Boromir!” Elrond shouted. The man stood up with a fright, shaken out the Ring’s lure, and looked to the sky in shock as it began to darken.
Gandalf stood, reaching a hand to the sky. He began to chant in Black Speech.
Ash nazg durbatulûk
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash nazg thrakatulûk
Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul
Nyx stared at the Ring, reciting the translation under her breath. It was the inscription on the Ring.
“One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them.”
With Gandalf’s word, the sky brightened as fast as it darkened and everyone sat back down except for Nyx, who had no seat.
“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris.”
“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf said to Elrond. “For the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west. The Ring is altogether evil,” he reminded the people in front of him.
Boromir shook his head. “It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay! By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!”
“It cannot be used against its true master,” Nyx said angrily. “All it does is pull the evil from within and make you a monster.”
“And what do you, a mere girl, know about the Ring?” Another man spat at her. The rage bubbled in Nyx and her fingers did more than warm. Someone laid a hand on arm. Gandalf.
“Nyx is right,” Aragorn said. “You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”
“And what would a Ranger know of this matter? You are no more experienced than the girl!”
“This is no mere Ranger.” Nyx watched as the silver-haired elf stood up. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Aragorn and the Elf did know each other.
“And it would not be wise to insult Nyx,” Elrond added. “For she has the nasty habit of catching fire.”
“Witch!” A man hissed. Nyx glared at him, her eyes flaming orange. It was one of the few tricks she’d picked up over the years. The man gasped and then fainted, and Nyx smirked. She swore she heard Gandalf chuckle too.
Boromir looked at Nyx and then Aragorn. He chose to focus on the latter. “This is Isildur’s heir?”
“And heir to throne of Gondor,” the Elf added. Nyx winced. Salt in the wound, if you asked her.
“Havo dad, Legolas.” Nyx glanced at the elf as he obeyed his friend’s words to sit down. So his name was Legolas.
“Gondor has no King,” Boromir said. “Gondor needs no King.”
“Then what does that make you?” Nyx wondered.
Gandalf spoke before Boromir could respond to Nyx’s angry words. “Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.”
“You have only one choice,” Elrond added. “The Ring must be destroyed.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” The Dwarf with ginger hair and a thick Scottish accent stood up and swung his axe. His axe should have shattered the Ring. Instead, the axe splintered into pieces and the Dwarf was thrown onto his back.
Frodo flinched, grabbing for his head. Sauron’s Eye flashed in his mind.
Nyx dropped to the ground, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest as images flashed in her mind. White hair. Fire. A blade dripping in blood. Somebody screaming. She coughed and black liquid splattered onto the stone. Ichor. Her cheek burned.
“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.”
Nyx wiped at her lips with the sleeve of her dress and stood up on weak legs. Gandalf offered her his arm.
“One of you must do this.”
There was silence all around.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir argued quietly. “Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”
“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” Legolas demanded. “The Ring must be destroyed!”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it!” Gimli argued.
“And if we fail, what then?” Boromir added, standing up. “What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?”
Gimli stood up – not that it made him any taller. “I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!”
The other Elves stood at Gimli’s insult and, soon enough, everyone was standing and yelling over one another. Frodo sat still, staring at the Ring as it called for him.
“Nyx?”
“Yes, Frodo?”
“I think it needs to be me.”
“Are you saying that because It calls to you or because you are strong enough to fight Its call?”
“I’m doing it because I don’t want to do it. Everyone is fighting to be the one because they don’t want somebody else to do it. I just want it done.”
Nyx smiled. “Then say so.”
Frodo’s announcement went unheard the first time. And the second. Nyx huffed and grabbed her scythe, which she had placed on the ground at the beginning of the meeting. She lifted it and swung it down against the concrete as hard as she could. The blade embedded itself in the concrete until no more metal could be seen. The crack echoed all across Rivendell and across the ponds and ocean, bouncing off the sides of the cliff. The Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Wizard stopped arguing instantly.
Elrond sighed indignantly. “Why must you always break something when you visit?”
“Because you ignorant and stubborn men never listen. Now, shut up and sit down. All of you.” She stepped back as Frodo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. His hands were so sweaty.
“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though…I do not know the way.”
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.” Gandalf gently touched the young Hobbit’s shoulder in reassurance. “So long as it is yours to bear.”
Aragorn stood. “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.” He walked across the circular room and knelt at Frodo’s feet. “You have my sword.”
“And you have my bow.” Legolas moved to Frodo too, passing Nyx on the way.
“And my axe,” Gimli promised.
Boromir stepped forward slowly. “You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.”
Nyx stared at Boromir a moment longer. She didn’t like the way he spoke to Frodo, and she certainly didn’t like the faraway look in his eye.
“Heh!” Something brushed the side of Nyx’s skirt and she watched as Sam jumped from behind some bushes and ran to Frodo’s side, crossing his arms. “Mister Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.”
Elrond looked down at Sam in both disappointment and pride. “No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.”
“Doing some gardening again are we, Master Gamgee?” Gandalf asked with a pointed look in his eyes.
Sam looked down at his feet awkwardly. Nyx smiled.
From the other end, someone shouted. “Oi! Wait! We’re coming too!”
Nyx bit back her laughter at Elrond’s expression as the two cousins rushed to stand beside Frodo as well.
“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” Merry insisted.
“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.”
Merry looked at Pippin. “Well, that rules you out, Pip.”
Pippin looked offended. Frodo turned around to look at Nyx, who was standing separate from the group.
“What about you, Nyx? Will you come with me?”
“You want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Aragorn said. “We could use a dragon in our company.”
Nyx smiled. For once, the name she’d been given wasn’t be used in anger or fear. “Then you shall have her.”
“Ten companions. So be it,” Elrond announced. “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”
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maaaddiexo · 7 days ago
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.7
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Seven
Nyx had spent what felt like hours telling Lord Elrond what had transpired all those years ago in the Goblin caves and as recently as the past few days.
The Ring has awoken.
Sauron lives.
It was three days later when Strider and the Hobbits arrived and another two when Gandalf arrived. He apologized to the Hobbits and Nyx for abandoning them, filling them in on his time as Saruman’s prisoner. It was a shock for Elrond and Nyx to hear that the White Wizard had fallen to the seduction of evil.
One morning, Nyx had watched in curiosity as Rivendell messengers left at dawn for lands far and wide. She did not know why so many had left, but she knew it could not be good.
Nyx turned away and back to her room. The Hobbits had all been given their own rooms upon arriving, but Nyx knew they all ended up in the same bed every night. She had also learned of Strider’s true identity. A born-to-be King who did not want the throne.
“All power has ever done is corrupt and chain men,” Aragorn had said one evening.
“Power does not do that to just men,” Nyx had replied. The scar on her cheek burned and she touched it gently.
A blood curse cannot be broken.
Sam knocked on the doorframe of Nyx’s room. “He’s awake Lady Nyx.”
Nyx smiled and grabbed her cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders before following Sam to Frodo’s room. He was being helped into a vest when they arrived and Nyx smiled as Frodo’s face filled with glee at the sight of Nyx.
“Nyx!” The young girl bent down and wrapped her arms around Frodo, hugging him tightly.
“I am so glad you’re okay, Frodo.”
They pulled away. “Me too. Sam told me what you risked for me. Thank you, Nyx. For taking the Ring.”
Nyx smiled. “I do not know how you carry it. It is so heavy. But I will continue to carry it for you until you are better.”
Frodo smiled. “Thank you, Nyx. But I can take it. I think am strong enough.”
Nyx smiled and pulled off the chain and reclasped it around Frodo’s neck. “The strongest of us all. Now, shall we go find the others?”
Sam and Nyx led Frodo through the halls and corridors of Rivendell, letting him take his time in exploring the Elven town. It was fall and the leaves were slowly changing from a bright green to a warm orange.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I came here when I was a little girl,” Nyx admitted to the two boys. “I thought it was a palace. It was built thousands of years ago and has stood ever since. Well, except for that gazebo.” Nyx pointed to a gazebo below with a rounded top and a spike on top. “I burnt down the one that stood before it when Lord Elrond told me I couldn’t have dinner early.”
Frodo and Sam giggled at Nyx’s confession and they continued walking, stopping short when the other two hobbits barrelled into Sam and Frodo. Nyx, who had already reunited with the two, stepped away and climbed the stairs to where Elrond and Gandalf stood.
“How is he?” Elrond wondered.
“Happy,” Nyx replied. “He has the Ring again, but it doesn’t seem to bother him like it did before. Perhaps because he knows he will not have to hold onto it much longer.”
Elrond and Gandalf shared a look. “About that…”
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“What do you mean the Ring cannot stay in Rivendell?” Nyx shouted angrily. The candles beside her lit on their own, flickering angrily.
“The Elves cannot hide its power, nor can we protect it against Isengard and Mordor. I have called a Council. This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. It is only fair they have a say in what is done with it.”
A horn was blown below, and Nyx rushed with Gandalf to the balcony, sparing one last angry glare at Lord Elrond. She watched as horse after horse galloped into the courtyard. First, a Man with shoulder-length brown hair, a shield on his back, and flag around his horse’s neck.
Second, an elf with long silver hair braided back elegantly, pointed ears, a flowing cape, and bow on his back. An Elf, Nyx surmised. Though, not one from Rivendell. His beauty enraptured Nyx for all elves were ethereal, but this one’s silver eyes were intriguing, full of wonder. His eyes caught hers for a moment before she was drawn to two more incoming Elves behind him. Then came the Dwarves.
One had wild grey-white hair and a long beard, while the other was entrenched in leather armour with faux scales, and his long red beard had been braided in a traditional Dwarvish style. He rested on his axe patiently.
“With Frodo awake, we must decide now how to end it.”
Nyx spared one last glance at the Elf below before turning back to Elrond with daggers in her eyes. The end of her dress had begun to smoke. “It seems like you’ve already made a decision.”
“Nyx? Where are you going?”
“For some bloody air.”
“Be careful where you walk, my dear,” Gandalf warned calmly. “Your dress is on fire.”
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randomfandomimagine · 8 days ago
Hi Trish, I hope you're doing well!
If it's not a problem, could I request a Legolas Greenleaf prompt imagine with prompts 3-22 "it seems to me that you didn't sleep” and 3-11 "Give me two damn minutes and I'll be fine"? If I may add some detail, could the reader be an elf (who's somewhat sarcastic), and a good friend of Legolas?
I hope I followed your guidelines correctly! Sending lots of love and hugs ✨🌻💛
Your request was great, thank you so much, Ambra! I love Legolas, but I don’t feel like I know Legolas super well (I’ve always thought he wasn’t given a lot to do in the movies) so sorry if he feels a bit out of character sometimes. Still, I wanted to give it a try and I hope you enjoy it! :D
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Legolas Greenleaf x Gender Neutral Reader
If Rivendell was usually peaceful, it was all the more so as the first light of dawn illuminated your face, bathing it in warm orange. The weak rays of the sun delicately graced the earth, pulling a much needed sigh from you. It melted your restlessness away.
“It seems to me that you can’t sleep” The voice behind you made you smile.
“You are perceptive as always, my dear Legolas” You simply replied, not yet turning to him. “Don’t you have nothing better to do than watching me?”
“It is rare enough that we unexpectedly reunite here” He began, nimbly moving to stand by your side, so quietly that you could barely hear his boots touching the ground. “Watching over you is the least I can do” 
“Old friend, you’re always so kind” 
“Is something troubling you?” 
“Give me two minutes and I will be alright”
Legolas remained silent for a bit. When you turned to him in curiosity, you found that he was intently observing the horizon in the distance, behind the elvish constructions, although his blue eyes seemed to be too pensive to actually be taking in the beauty of the sight.
“I can stay here for two minutes” He simply replied at last. “Or remain forever by your side if that is what you need” 
“It might be what I need...” You quietly mumbled, pressing a hand against the heaviness inside your chest. Truth was, you felt too tired to feign carelessness any longer. Something told you that Legolas saw through it in any case. “But perhaps not quite so...”
“Then what is it?” 
“It is something unusual that my weary mind and heart seek”
“Anything, as long as I can help”
His words were all the encouragement you needed. Moving quickly as to not change your mind, you threw yourself your arms around him and held on to him in an urgent embrace.
Legolas stood still for a moment, prey of the astonishment, as his mind wrapped up around the fact that you were hugging him. Elves didn’t usually hug. Then again, you had been a unique influence in his life. 
No more words were needed. Your friend smiled as he too slowly wrapped his arms around you. The closeness proved to be precisely what you needed. The remaining of that unease that had been your only companion during the night suddenly dissapeared.
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spideyanakin · 8 days ago
what about prompt “Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said." with legolas? maybe some angst then fluff
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“I’m in love with you.” Legolas blurt out and gulped when he saw the mass of orcs coming your way.
“What in the strawberries-” You turned your head in surprise, but Legolas was looking away again. "Could you repeat that?"
“I’m not saying it again, you’re going to make fun of me.”
 “Legolas, Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said."
“I’m in love with you.” He repeated and your heart skipped a beat. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Smirking when you pulled away. 
“What took you so long.” 
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.6
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Six
Through the woods they ran. The sun had barely begun to rise when they heard the screeches of the Nazgûl once more.
“Hurry!” Strider shouted from the front of the line, Frodo thrown over his shoulder. His skin had paled and small groans came through his lips every time he was jostled around.
“We’re six days from Rivendell,” Sam replied. “He’ll never make it!”
“Have faith,” Nyx said, though she feared Sam was right. “If he can withstand the Ring he may be able to stay off the poison in his veins long enough.”
They moved as fast as they could until the next sunset, finding refuge in thick foliage, surrounded by three trolls that had once been turned to stone. Nyx touched one gently. “Bilbo turned these to stone sixty years ago. Gandalf told me about it when I was younger.”
“How did he turn them to stone?” Merry asked as he wrapped an unconscious Frodo in an extra blanket. The poor Hobbit had begun to shiver.
“Trolls cannot stand sunlight. They will turn to stone if any sunlight touches their skin. Bilbo saved the entire company from being eaten that night. It was the first time he proved himself helpful to Thorin Oakenshield.”
“He’s waking up!” Sam shouted. “Look, Frodo. It’s Mister Bilbo’s trolls!”
Frodo could only moan and groan, his eyes enlarged and his skin a pale blue. All of the veins in his chest were visible. Sam touched his cheek.
“Mister Frodo? He’s going cold!”
“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked worriedly.
Strider looked sadly at the Hobbits. “He is passing into the Shadow World. He’ll soon become a wraith like them.”
Frodo gasped painfully again, and the Ringwraiths screeched in response. The noise came from all around them.
“They’re close!” Merry gasped.
“Sam? Do you know the athelas plant?”
“Athelas?”
“Kingsfoil.”
“Kingsfoil? Ah, it’s a weed.”
“It may help to slow the poison,” Strider said. Sam nodded and moved to leave but Nyx stopped him.
“I will go. I know what the plant looks like and where to find it. Besides, I am still uneasy from last night. I believe some time away from people may help calm me down.”
Strider hesitated and then nodded. “Alright. Don’t stray too far. There is another plant, echinacea. I will search for that.”
Nyx nodded and the two left the Hobbits alone and moved into the woods, searching for their respected plants. Nyx had just found hers when she heard a new voice. Not a wraith, but a woman.
“What’s this? A Ranger caught off his guard?”
Nyx grabbed her scythe. “Drop your weapon.”
“It’s alright, Nyx,” Strider said. “She is an old friend. Only having fun.”
The woman stood up straight and sheathed her sword, revealing porcelain skin and pointed ears. An Elf. “My name is Arwen. I bring no harm, but it is my job to patrol the borders. When we heard of Ringwraiths, I was sent out further to investigate.”
“Our friend, Frodo, he was stabbed with a Morgul blade,” Nyx said. “Can you help him?”
“Not here.”
“He’s this way,” Strider said. They returned to camp, Arwen with her white horse. Frodo’s head rolled to the side when they approached, but Nyx was unsure if he was truly seeing them.
“Frodo,” Arwen whispered. Frodo’s lips moved but nothing came out. Arwen said something in Elvish Nyx could barely hear. I have come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light.
The Hobbit’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as some colour returned to his face.
“Who is she?” Merry whispered as Arwen knelt beside him.
“She’s an elf,” Sam said in awe. He had never seen an Elf before.
“He is fading,” Arwen whispered.
Nyx knelt on the other side of Frodo, ripping up the plant she’d gone out to find. Arwen pulled back Frodo’s shirt to examine the wound, revealing purplish and black veins stemming from the wound. After chewing on the plant, Nyx placed the plant over the wound, cooing at Frodo as he gasped in pain.
“He is not going to last. We must get him to my father.”
The three stood up and Strider picked up Frodo, moving to place him on Arwen’s horse.
“There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know.”
“They’ll be back,” Nyx said. A sense of dread filled her heart.
“Let me take him,” Arwen said.
“Arwen,” Strider sighed. Something in his eyes told Nyx that Arwen was more than just a friend to him.
“I do not fear them.”
Strider conceded, moving to let her mount her horse. “You must ride hard. Don’t look back.”
“Wait!” Nyx moved past Strider, reaching into Frodo’s pocket for the Ring. It immediately felt heavy in her hand, calling out for the devil within.
“Nyx!” Strider said harshly. “What are you doing?”
Nyx ignored him, stringing it onto the plain chain hidden underneath her dress. “Giving them a better chance.” Nyx moved to Strider’s horse, mounting it with ease.
“But they saw his face at the watchtower!” Merry shouted.
“Exactly. If the Ring is separated from the one who once had it, it will buy Arwen some extra time.”
“Nyx,” Strider warned. She looked down at him.
“I was telling you the truth the other night. I don’t want the Ring. But Gandalf believed that Frodo is destined to carry the One Ring. And if he is, he needs to be alive to do it.”
“Does it not call to you?” Strider asked softly.
“It does,” Nyx admitted. Already she could feel her resolve weakening against the curse. “But the evil inside me wants the Ring for itself. It does not want to give it away.” She tightened her grip on the reins. “I will see you all in Rivendell. With the Ring.”
“We need to hurry,” Arwen said. Nyx nodded and the two took off together. They rode through the night just like Strider had said – hard and fast. They did not stop at daybreak and they did not stop for food. At one point, when they had to cross a river, they let the horses drink momentarily and eat some grass by the shore, but then they were off again.
“How is he doing?” Nyx yelled as they rode through a meadow.
“The athelas isn’t working anymore!” Arwen replied. They both spurred their horses to go faster. The meadow ended just as suddenly as the forest began and the Ring around Nyx’s neck felt heavy with evil. Something churned inside her.
“They’re here!” she shouted to Arwen before pulling her horse away from the Elf and Hobbit. The Ring burned under her dress, begging her to take control of it. Give it to the Nazgûl. And the evil inside of her begged her to put it on and use it for herself. Nyx screamed aloud, forcing herself to stay true to her journey and dodged the trees. Hooves sounded loudly behind her and Nyx knew the Nazgûl were upon her. Through the trees to her left, she saw Arwen with a Ringwraith on either side of her. Normally, Arwen would have been able to fight them off. But Frodo was fading and she had to hold onto him to keep him on the horse.
“I cannot outrun them!”
Nyx reached for the necklace, pulling it over her head and dangling it in front of her. She didn’t have to say a word before the two Ringwraiths turned to her and left Arwen alone. “Go, Arwen!”
Nyx weaved through the trees as Arwen galloped straight ahead. They were almost at the border of Rivendell; Nyx could feel the magic in the air. The trees thickened and the air became colder as Nyx neared the riverbank. She could barely hear the trinkling of water over her laboured breath and heavy heart. The trees broke on the edge of the riverbank, and across the way she could see Arwen. She joined her side and together they watched to see if the Nazgûl would cross.
They screeched at the touch of the water.
“Give it up,” one growled.
Nyx held up the necklace while Arwen unsheathed her sword. “If you want it. If you want him, come and claim him.”
The Ringwraiths waded into the water on their horses and Nyx moved back. Arwen looked around them, muttering elvish under her breath. Nyx chanced a glance at Frodo. He was wheezing now, and green liquid was dripping from his mouth.
Something rumbled in the distance and all parties looked upstream as a tsunami of water came rushing at them. Wordlessly, Nyx moved to the shore and watched as something reached out from the rushing water.
“Horses?” she wondered. They trampled the Ringwraiths without hesitation, washing them and their horses downstream. Nyx smiled in delight, turning back to Arwen and Frodo only to see the two of them on the riverbank.
“No, Frodo!” Arwen cried. “Don’t give in.”
Frodo wheezed softly and Nyx dropped to her knees, pushing his sweaty curls out of his face. “Frodo…”
Arwen pulled the Hobbit into her, tears falling freely as she cradled the boy. “What grace has given me – let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”
Frodo gasped for air, but his eyes were still enlarged and the whites of his tinted red. Nyx looked at Arwen. “What did you do?”
“I gave him a little more time. Come on.”
Nyx mounted Strider’s horse and they were off once more. From the dirt came a stone pathway and stone arches overhead. Elves in armour watched as they raced past them but did not try to stop them. An Elven horn was blown somewhere behind them.
Arwen stopped in a round stone courtyard, and they dropped to the ground as a man with Arwen’s hair and bright blue eyes approached them.
“Arwen.”
“He’s been struck with a morgul blade. He needs help,” Arwen said. The man nodded and touched her back. Arwen hurried down the corridor on the right. Nyx moved to follow her but an arm prevented her from doing so.
“It has been a long time, Nyx of Tyndall.”
Nyx dropped into a quick curtsey. “Lord Elrond.”
“You carry more evil with you during this visit. What has happened?”
Nyx touched her sternum where the Ring rested. “Not here. And tell your men to expect more company. A Man and three Hobbits.”
Elrond nodded and led Nyx to the Council Room. “Tell me everything that has happened.”
Nervously, Nyx pulled the chain over her head and placed the ring on the table. It felt too heavy in her hands for just a ring.
“That cannot be,” Elrond gasped. The two stared down at, dread in their stomachs. “The Ring of Power has been found.”
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spideyanakin · 11 days ago
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Peter Parker (MCU)
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“Shut up and hold me.”
“I’m not leaving. Ever.”
“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”
“I’ll take care of you.”
“Can you sing that song for me again?”
“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”
“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to...”
“No, no, no, It looks good on you.”
“You’re the reason I’m still here.”
“I love you and all but...”
“You saved me.”
“Would.... would you like to stay?”
“I’m actually quite comfortable here.”
“Maybe I’m just lucky.”
“It’s us agaisnt the world.”
“Are you hurt? What happened?”
“What do you remember?”
“I think they rubbed off on you.”
“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”
“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”
“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”
“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”
“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”
“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”
“Is somebody jealous?”
“If it means anything, I love you.”
“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”
“I thought you said we wouldn’t fall in-love.”
“At least I kept my promises.”
“It’s killing you.”
“It was your idea!”
“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.
“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I just wish you had kept yours to yourself.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but yelling at someone to, stop panicking, isn’t going to stop them from panicking.”
“.....I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that.”
“Why am I the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week?!”
“None of this, seems healthy.”
“....Should I be concerned?”
“I said pass it to me, not throw it in my general direction!”
“It is my deep pleasure, to inform you that I am not the one in charge here.”
“Quick! You hide the equipment, I’ll hide the grenades!”
“No! This wasn’t how I planned it”
“I know you didn’t ask for this.”
“Im sorry I didn’t mean to hit your cat.”
“There is a certain taste to it.”
“Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.”
“It’s not always like this.”
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“Secrets? I love secrets.”
“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”
“Change is annoyingly difficult.”
“We could have a chance.”
“Don’t buy drugs kids, Become a pop star and get them for free”
“Since when do you know how to speak Spanish?”
“I don’t drink, I’m a goose”
“Don’t go! Vampires live here-”
“Since when do you know anything about piñatas?”
“No I’m secretly an architect and designed this place.”
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treacherousthoughts · 12 days ago
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Watching a clip of how Legolas walks on snow, and how he flipped himself onto a horse that one time(tm), and the interviewees are like "hes prob super light". and I'm just thinking of Gimli carrying him, in both arms, like a bride
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Imagine being oblivious to Legolas confessing his feelings…
“Did you notice Aragorn staring at Arwen while we walked by the Old Fountain?” You mused as you laid out guest blankets for the elf.
Legolas grabbed a pillow from the cupboard with a smile. He had indeed noticed the lingering gaze of his friend towards the love of his life.
“I hope that they settle once this drama with the Ring has concluded.” You continued in the quiet and looked up at the silver-haired elf. “You too. I want you to find a beautiful maiden and be at peace.”
Legolas sighed. You had constantly been pushing him to find love during the journey across Middle Earth – but how could he when you held his heart?
“Has it ever occurred to you that I’m at peace with you?” The elven prince wondered and you let out a laugh as if it were a jest.
“That’s next to impossible because only the darkest of evils are attracted to me.”
Legolas merely smiled and lowered his head slightly, “You know that is not what I meant.”
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maaaddiexo · 14 days ago
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.5
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Five
The next day was just as overcast but the air a little warmer. They made good time over the flatter and dryer lands. The ground beneath them didn’t crumble or shift and they came across no marshes. Nyx led the horse for a while at the back while Strider led the group like usual. They stopped at an abandoned and overgrown watchtower, agreeing to settle in for the night there, finding comfort in knowing they had their backs protected.
Once their sleeping rolls were set up and the horse had been tied at the edge of the woods, Strider began to unpack his things. He revealed four swords. “These are for you. I’m going to look around. Stay here with Nyx.”
Strider still had not returned when Frodo decided to go to bed.
“Go to sleep, Miss Nyx,” Sam said. “We’ll stay awake while you two sleep.”
Nyx didn’t like the idea of three innocent Hobbits taking watch, but she was more than tired and couldn’t help but agree. She lay next to Frodo, her hand resting over the handle of her scythe, and fell asleep almost instantly. When she woke up a few hours later, Frodo was screaming.
“Put it out, you fools!” The three boys had lit a fire, letting their hunger get the best of them. Nyx stood up, looking around but Strider still had not returned. She began to worry.
Something screeched in the distance.
“Grab your swords,” Nyx instructed urgently. “They found us.”
“But we don’t even know how to use them!” Pippin argued.
Nyx moved to the edge of the watchtower. At the bottom of the watchtower, figures moved through the thick fog. “You’re about to. Did you put the Ring on, Frodo?”
“No.”
“Good. Don’t. And don’t give it to them either. They will deliver it directly to Sauron.”
Frodo unsheathed his sword and they climbed to the very top of the watchtower. In a circle they stood, waiting, until the first one came from the east. The temperature seemed to drop 10 degrees when it approached, and Nyx felt her blood run cold. Could these creatures even die?
Eight more came from the shadows and with every step they took, thunder rumbled in the air. They held their swords against their chests, the sharp tips raised towards the sky as they approached together and, slowly, the group of five retreated. Sam rashly jumped forward.
“Back, you devils!” His sword clashed against a Ringwraith’s twice before he was tossed aside. Merry and Pippin moved to be the next line of defense, but they too were tossed aside like they weighed nothing. Nyx and Frodo gasped in fear and surprise at their strength and as they continued to back up, Nyx felt it deep in her bones.
Anger.
That dreaded, cursed anger.
Most of the time, Nyx tried to fight it. Ignore it. For when she got angry, people died. But, this time, she knew she needed it. She needed the strength it brought her. “Frodo,” she said, trying to relax her muscles. Stay in control just enough. “Whatever you do, do not get in my way.”
“What?”
Nyx lunged forward and pushed back two of the Ringwraiths, dodging their swings and jabs. One hit her in the side with his elbow, but Nyx made sure to hit him twice as hard with her boot. When she spun to see how Frodo was faring, she caught a glimpse of orange. Nyx wasn’t surprised. For when she got angry, she had the nasty habit of catching fire.
It was why they called her the Dragon.
The fire lit inside her as well, fueling her rage as she swung her scythe time after time at the Ringwraiths. And with every swing, she felt herself lose to the devil within her. She couldn’t tell what she was angry about. Perhaps it was the treatment of such innocent boys who had never left home before. Or maybe it was the fact that she could never get some God damned peace.
The rest of the Ringwraiths were advancing on Frodo, who had dropped his sword and was backing away on his hands and bum. “Frodo!” she screamed only to be thrown aside. She rolled until she hit what was left of a wall. She shook her head and stood up on wobbly legs, yelling when she saw Frodo pull out the Ring. Something in her shook free from the evil.
“Don’t, Frodo! It makes them stronger!”
Frodo didn’t hear Nyx’s words. All he could hear was the Ring whispering at him, tempting him to put it on. And he did. Nyx cried out as he put the Ring on and disappeared. The Ring would not save him from the Nazgûl. No. But it would make them stronger.
Something came at Nyx from behind and she swung her scythe, hitting the flat side of Strider’s sword. She growled and pushed harder against Strider, but her improved strength was still no match for Strider’s. In the back of her mind, she thought it odd.
The Ranger ground his teeth together for he knew what lurked within her. “Fight it, Nyx.”
Nyx growled again. “You’re just like the rest of them. You’ll kill me when I’m not looking. You’ll trade my life for yours.”
“Like you haven’t done that all your life.”
Nyx faltered, the words ringing painfully true. Strider took advantage of Nyx’s slip and slammed the handle of his sword against the side of her head. Nyx stumbled to the ground, dropping her scythe with a resounding clatter as the evil’s grip on her mind slipped as well. She saw darkness for only a moment before her eyes fluttered open. She looked up and Strider looked down cautiously.
“Are you back to your normal self, Miss Nyx>”
Nervously, she nodded, grabbing her weapon. “I think so.”
“Good.” Strider reached down to help Nyx up, but she pulled away. She still did not entirely trust herself. She stood up by herself.
“Frodo put on the Ring,” she said simply. Timidly.
There was a scream of pain and the two humans turned to see a Ringwraith pull their sword from a body they could not see. Strider grabbed a loose thick stick with dried leaves and touched it to the bottom of Nyx’s cloak that was still on fire. He swung it at the Ringwraiths and they screeched as the light combated their darkness. The two humans spared a glance at each other and lit two more branches on Nyx’s cloak before running for the Ringwraiths.
From the corner of her eye, Nyx saw Frodo reappear, screaming in agony. But she couldn’t reach him. She waved the burning branch in her, chasing away the Nazgûl. Fire touched the black cloak of one and it screeched, disappearing off the edge of the watchtower. Somehow, Nyx knew it would not be the last time she saw it. Strider struck the last one in the face with his branch and it disappeared with its brethren, its screeches echoing in the night.
“Strider! Nyx!”
The two dropped their weapons and rushed to the Hobbits. Frodo was still writhing in pain.
“Can you help him?”
Strider picked up the discarded blade, examining it. “He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.” The blade turned to ash in his hands and he dropped it in disgust, moving to pick up Frodo. “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine.”
“Nyx?” Sam pleaded. Nyx only shook her head sadly.
“Strider is right. The Elves are the only people who can save Frodo.”
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Book 1: The Devil Within — Prelude, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven(sies), Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteeen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Four
As Strider had declared, they left at dawn. The same man from the night before was asleep at the front desk, not even flinching when the bell above the door rang as they left. People had discovered the gatekeeper crushed beneath the large wooden door. Aragorn turned the other way and they took the eastern gate which had not been touched. An hour later was the first time anybody spoke.
“Where are you taking us?” Frodo asked Strider, trying to keep up with his large steps. Nyx was at the back of the group, continuously stopping Merry and Pippin’s pointless arguments.
“Into the wild,” Strider responded. They had no idea where to take the Ring. Nowhere was safe with the Ringwraiths searching for it. Strider had an idea of where to take it, but the chances of being let in with the Ring in their possession was low. For now, they would keep moving. They crossed through small woods and across streams. Over hills and at the bottom of gorges. Just as one ended, the next began. Already, they were in their third forest of the day, the trees blocking the sun and covered in beautiful green moss. Nyx felt at peace. This was, after all, where she’d grown up. The woods provided solace and protection from the biggest threat out there. Other humans.
“How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?” Merry asked Frodo lowly. The young Baggins hadn’t even heard his cousin approach.
Frodo whispered back, “I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer. Feel fowler.”
“He’s fowl enough- ow!”
Nyx was looking down at Merry with a disapproving glare. “Be nice, Meriadoc.”
Frodo glanced back at Strider. “We have no choice but to trust him.”
“But where is he leading us?” Sam wondered.
“Rivendell, Master Gamgee. The House of Elrond.”
The four Hobbits gasped.
“Did you hear that? Rivendell! We’re going to see the elves.” Of course, the boys had heard all about it from Gandalf, and Bilbo had told Frodo of his time there, but now they were going to see the magical land with their own eyes.
Nyx, on the other hand, felt a little more dread. She’d been there once before and though she hadn’t hurt anybody, she had destroyed Lord Elrond’s favourite gazebo. She’d been terrified to go back ever since. So as the boys whispered amongst themselves in excitement, Nyx stayed quiet. Rivendell was one of the kinder Elven houses, but that didn’t mean Lord Elrond didn’t have a temper.
They tried to stop during the night, but all of them were too on edge to sleep, knowing the Ringwraiths could attack at any moment, so they continued on and into the next day without rest. The clouds all blended into one, with the fog hanging low and dampening their hair. Nyx was looking around when she bumped into Frodo. “Um, why are we stopping?”
“Gentlemen,” Strider said, turning around. All four boys had stopped and were unloading some of the packs. Nyx stood beside them, looking confused. “We don’t not stop until nightfall.”
“What about breakfast?” Pippin asked.
Strider was confused. “You’ve already had it.”
“We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast?” All four Hobbits looked at Strider expectantly, but he just turned around and continued walking. Nyx chuckled.
“I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip,” Merry informed him, rolling up a pack and placing it back on his shoulder.
“What about Elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea. Dinner? Supper! He knows about them, doesn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t count on it.” Something came flying over the bushes ahead of them, and Merry caught it seconds before it hit his face. He looked down at it. A perfectly ripe red apple. He patted Pippin’s shoulder and continued walking.
Pippin harumphed and continued trudging.
“Here you go, Pippin.” Nyx handed him an apple. “Don’t eat it all at once because we won’t be stopping for food until dusk.”
Pippin sighed and walked alongside Nyx for the next few hours. His definition of ‘not eating it all at once’ was eating it within ten minutes, which Nyx supposed was good for a hungry Hobbit like Peregrine Took.
They made camp on the other side of a large swamp, their clothes freezing from the water they’d waded through. Strider, who had been gone nearly an hour, returned with a deer slung over his shoulder, which he dropped with a grunt. He and Nyx quickly and quietly began to skin it and prepare it for dinner; they’d both spent a lot of time in the wild. After a quiet meal of deer and chopped carrots, the four Hobbits unraveled their sleeping rolls and fell asleep.
Nyx, who’d always felt more awake at night, crawled under her own blankets but did not sleep. Instead, she listened to Strider sing under his breath and watched the stars slowly move across the night sky.
“Who is she? This woman you sing of?” Nyx sat up with Frodo’s question. She was tired of pretending to sleep. Aragorn stared at the two of them before looking away.
“It is the lay of Lúthien, an elf-maid who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.”
“What happened to her?”
“She died.” Strider looked down at his lap sullenly. “Get some sleep, Frodo.”
Frodo lay back down and closed his eyes, but Nyx did not move. “You can relate to the song, can’t you?”
Strider glanced at Nyx over his shoulder. “Have you ever been in love?”
Nyx rolled onto her side and pulled at some grass beside her, too ashamed to look at Strider. “Like anybody could ever love a cursed monster like me.”
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Three
The group of four ran up the stairs, the three boys grabbing whatever they could to use as weapons while Nyx grabbed for her weapon strapped to her back. The boys gasped at the blood-covered curved blade but moved with her nonetheless. Nyx kicked open the door, unsurprised at the sight of Strider’s blade pointed right at her.
“Let him go!” Sam yelled, moving in front of Nyx. His fists were balled up in front of him while Merry and Pippin held a candelabra and a chair. “Or I’ll have you on shanks!”
Nyx rolled her eyes and lowered her weapon – once Strider sheathed his sword. She noticed his curly black hair and light eyes. Hazel, in this light.
“You have a stout heart, little Hobbit. But that will not save you. Nor will she,” he gestured to Nyx with a glare.
“You know who I am.” It wasn’t a question. Nor was she surprised.
Strider gave her look. “Rumour speaks of a human girl with white hair covered in blood who carries a scythe with her wherever she goes. You may not have blood on you, but it is not hard to guess who you are.”
Nyx placed the scythe on her back in its sheath. “Gandalf sent me to protect them. I’m not going to hurt them.”
“Rumour also has it that you can’t help yourself from killing.”
Nyx ground her teeth together. She hadn’t told the Hobbits who she was for a reason. She could feel their eyes settle on her in fear, wondering if Strider’s words were true. They were – to a certain degree. “And yet you’re still standing.”
Strider smiled. “Indeed I am.” He turned to Frodo. “You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They’re coming.”
“Who?”
“The men I told you about,” Nyx answered. “Though, they’re not men anymore.”
“What do we do?” Merry asked nervously.
Strider glanced out the window. “You put the Ring on downstairs so they will be drawn to that location. We shouldn’t move at night. We need to find another place to sleep.”
“There’s another inn across the street,” Nyx said. “I saw it on my way in. It’s probably the only other place to sleep in this town.”
Strider nodded. “Let’s go.”
The six of them took the back stairwell into the alley behind the Prancing Pony Bar & Inn, darting across the street when no one was watching. The man at the front desk was half asleep when they entered, jumping awake when the door slammed shut behind them. He looked at the four Hobbits and then Strider and Nyx.
“We don’t have mixed rooms, I’m afraid.”
Strider shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. Just a room for the Hobbits, please.” The two men exchanged payment for a key and then the six of them were climbing the rickety oak stairs to the upper floor.
“Get some rest,” Strider instructed, throwing his cloak on an empty chair by the window. Merry and Pippin immediately moved to two of the beds, but Frodo was less eager. And because of him, Sam was too. Nyx placed a comforting hand on Frodo’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Frodo. I won’t be sleeping so I’ll wake you if something is wrong. Just don’t put the Ring on, alright?”
Frodo nodded and moved to a bed, but he didn’t lay down or get under the sheets. He simply sat. Sam hesitantly moved to the last empty bed and crawled under the sheets. The moment his head hit the pillow, snores came softly from his mouth. Nyx smiled. The innocence that radiated off the Hobbits was refreshing but made Nyx sad. She’d never had that luxury.
And she never would.
Strider stood near the window, keeping an eye on the street below, tensing up every time someone appeared within his view. He only relaxed when they passed by the inn.
“How long do you think until they arrive?”
Strider spared a glance at Nyx. “Not long. They’re fast and will not let anything in their path slow them down. Not even that man at the gate.”
Nyx sighed. “That sounds familiar.”
Strider moved closer to Nyx so that Frodo would not hear his next words, though the Hobbit was lost in his thoughts and fears. “Are you truly here to protect them?”
Nyx bristled but didn’t blame Strider’s scepticism. “Yes. Gandalf is a friend. He entrusted me to protect them and the Ring. The last thing I want to do is disappoint him. Besides, I don’t need that damned ring to be an even worse human than I already am.”
Strider had more questions, Nyx could tell. But instead of asking them, he nodded and straightened up, looking back out the window. His shoulders tensed. “They’re here.”
“Do you think our distraction will work?”
“I don’t know. It will make them angry, for sure. But hopefully they will leave town, assuming we have done the same. I do not know how long it will hold them off. Soon, they will find us again.”
Nyx sighed and looked over her shoulder at Frodo. He was so young and already fraught with worry. But there was nothing she could do to help him.
Suddenly, screeches could be heard from across the road. No doubt Sauron’s men had discovered their distraction. The three Hobbits woke up with a start, and Nyx moved to sit on the bed, holding onto her scythe for comfort.
“What are they?” Frodo whispered. He’d never heard sounds like that before. None of them had.
Strider considered his words before speaking. “Like Nyx said, they were once men. Great kings of Men. And then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, they fell to the darkness carried in the rings. And now they are slaves to Sauron’s will. They are the Nazgûl. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead.
“At all times, they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you.”
Frodo looked away and Nyx touched his shoulder. “That is why I’m here, Frodo. I know what it is like. And I will do everything I can to help you.”
“I will help you too,” Strider announced, watching as the Ringwraiths left the inn on their black horses. “Now get some rest. All of you. We leave at dawn.”
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Two
The Prancing Pony was a two day’s trek from the woods and, after setting a fire to alert the men’s friends and family of their location, Nyx spent the night trying to get as far away as she could. She preferred to travel at night and rest in the trees during the day – less people to run into – but she had wanted to get an early start only to run into the two men.
This time, Nyx would not be so careless, waiting long after the sun had set before she climbed down from a large maple tree to continue on her way to Bree. Just as the sun was beginning to rise on her last day of walking for the Prancing Pony, she stopped by a river, discarding her cloak and weapon to dip her head in the creek. She scrubbed at her scalp, dislodging the dried blood and caked-on dirt. Though it wasn’t an actual bath – which she hadn’t had in ages – it still felt refreshing. She picked at the dirt underneath her nails and washed her face before continuing on.
The last thing I need is to look like the killer I am, she thought to herself grimly.
She came upon Bree a few hours after sunset. It was pouring and Nyx was soaked all the way through to her bones, but she knew a few cups of ale would warm me her quickly. After being let through the wooden gate by the grumpy gatekeeper, Nyx headed straight for the Prancing Pony. Not only did she not have much on her back, but she barely had any money to afford a room for the night. She’d spent most of her life living with the Grey and Brown wizards or on her own in the woods. From now on, she knew she would be anything but alone.
The Prancing Pony bustling with rough-looking men. She approached the man at the front with her weapon hidden beneath her dark grey cloak.
“Hello, young lady. What can I do for you?”
“I’m looking for Gandalf the Grey? Is he here yet? Or two Hobbits?”
The man made a face and chuckled. “You’re the second to ask about Gandalf tonight. In fact, it was a Hobbit who asked about him earlier. But there were four Hobbits. Not two.”
Nyx frowned. I was sure Gandalf had said two Hobbits. “Are they still here?”
The man pointed to the far corner of the room where four small, young boys were sitting around a table with cups of ale bigger than their heads. Nyx smiled at him before weaving through the crowd and stopping at the end of the table. The four Hobbits looked at Nyx wearily but she was only interested in one of them.
“Frodo Baggins?”
A boy shook his head. “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong table. No Frodo Baggins here.” He was thin with bright blue eyes and straggly hair. A spitting image of a young Bilbo Baggins Nyx had seen pictures of. Nyx smiled at him.
“Nice to meet you, Frodo. I’m Gandalf’s companion, Nyx. I believe he mentioned me? Though not by name.”
Frodo contemplated Nyx’s words for a moment before his eyes filled with suspicion. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? Gandalf isn’t with you.”
Nyx frowned. “No, he is not. And I’m surprised because he is never late. But he told me what you carry with you. I am only here to help protect you.”
“You? Protect us?” Another Hobbit uttered, staring at me. “But you’re a girl.”
“A girl who’s killed more than I hope you ever will. I’ve been hunted my whole life and I hear you are being hunted by Sauron’s men. I can help. Please. That’s all I want to do.” For once in my life.
Frodo stared at Nyx a moment longer before moving over on the bench. She smiled gratefully and gently sat next to him, careful to keep her weapon covered. It felt odd to Nyx – sitting in such a place so busy with people. She’d spent her whole life in the forest, isolated from people. And the only interactions she’d had with people resulted in their deaths and her tears. What felt even more odd was sitting with people much smaller than her, for she’d only ever been around Men. Still, their tolerance for alcohol was no different than hers, as demonstrated by Merry Brandybuck. Soon, she learned all of their names.
Samwise Gamgee, who went by Sam, had blonde shaggy hair like all but Frodo, knobby fingers, a troubled look permanently etched on his face, and a little extra weight around his waist. He had been the one sent to accompany Frodo as well. Pippin Took had a long straight nose, blonde hair that could use a good wash and brush, and wide blue eyes. Absolutely adorable, in Nyx’s opinion. Last was Merry Brandybuck, Pippin’s best friend. He had the same shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes, but his nose was larger, and he seemed to be the daredevil of the group. He also had the largest alcohol tolerance.
“Why isn’t Gandalf with you?” Sam asked.
Nyx shrugged, skillfully hiding her worry. “He needed to meet with a fellow wizard. I suppose he got caught up.” Looking around the room, she noticed that most people took turns staring at them. She could see how odd it would look – four Hobbits and an unknown human girl having a drink together surrounded by humans. Her eyes landed on a man in the far corner staring back at her. His hood hides most of his face, but she could see a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin.
Sam noticed him too. “That fellow has done nothing but stare at you since we arrived,” he told Frodo. “Do you recognize him, Nyx?”
The young girl shook her head. “I actually do my best to stay away from people.”
Nervously, Frodo spared a glance at the man in the corner before stopping a waiter walking by the table. “Excuse me. That man in the corner – who is he?”
The waiter, who was sporting an overgrown mustache and horrible mutton chops looked over his shoulder at the man before bending down to Frodo’s height so he could be heard over the chatter. “He’s one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk, they are – wanderin’ the wilds. What his real name is, I’ve never heard. But around here, he’s known as Strider.”
The man walked away, and Nyx rolled her eyes at the table. Bit of a lame name, if you ask me. Then again, she’d heard the names she’d been called and they weren’t any better.
“Strider,” Frodo whispered to himself. It was an intimidating name to him and seemed to fit the man’s current appearance. He didn’t want anything to do with this Strider fellow – especially if he was after the Ring. He played with the Ring under the table, staring at nothing in particular as he thought over possible options. They could make a run for it. They could confront him. Or, they could act like they had done nothing wrong – which they hadn’t – and wait a little longer for Gandalf. The Ring was smooth and warm in Frodo’s hands and soon he forgot what he had been thinking about, falling victim to the whispers of the Ring.
Baggins, it whispered.
Baggins.
“Baggins!” Frodo’s eyes snapped open as he heard Pippin’s familiar voice over the roar of the crowd. “Sure I know a Baggins,” he said from the bar. With an ale in his hand, he pointed right at his cousin. “He’s over there. Frodo Baggins!”
Nyx, Sam, and Frodo gasped. Their cover was blown. Nyx grabbed for her bag by her feet. “Time to go. Grab Pippin, Frodo.” She began to shove the food on the table into the folds of her cloak as Frodo moved towards the bar.
“What’s going on?” Merry asked.
“If people know a Baggins is here, then the Ringwraiths will know too. Stupid men can’t keep their bloody mouths shut,” she said angrily, sparing a glance at the bar just in time to see Frodo on the floor before he disappeared. She dropped a piece of bread and gasped. She knew Frodo had the Ring, but she’d never seen it in action.
Sam and Merry gasped too, standing up. Nyx began moving faster as everyone stared at the ground where Frodo had just been. She grabbed them by the shoulders of their jackets. “Come on.”
“Where’d he go?” Sam asked worriedly. Nyx shook her head, moving towards Pippin.
“I don’t know.” They reached Pippin at the bar, who was still staring at the spot on the floor, a stuttering mess. Nyx stood on her tiptoes, looking around for any sign of Frodo, sighing in relief when she saw him being pushed up the stairs to the inn above.
By Strider.
“Damn,” she cursed. “Come on.”
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter One
Blood.
It was everywhere. In her mouth. In her hair. Under her fingernails. And all over the two men in front of her. They had been sliced to pieces with the weapon that she was gripping so tight she was sure it would break.
Did she feel guilt and remorse? Yes. But would she change what had happened? No. Because it was either her or them. And though she hated herself for her actions, she didn’t want to die. She was selfish like that.
The sun was nearly beneath the horizon and the young girl knew she needed to work fast before people came looking for the two men. She dropped her weapon and began to dig two shallow graves next to a large oak tree with her bare hands. The men were heavy and their bodies stiff by the time she was able to roll them into their graves. With blood- and dirt-stained hands, she closed their eyes and began to rebury them.
She didn’t plan on hiding them. Only giving them the best burial that she could provide before they were found and properly reburied by loved ones. The girl sat back on her heels, taking a moment to wipe away the traitorous tears that fell.
“My dear.”
The young girl looked over her shoulder, bloody white hair whipping around. Her lip began to quiver when she saw Gandalf the Grey staring down at her with clear disappointment in his eyes. She looked away.
“I’m sorry, Gandalf. I tried to run away. I tried not to fight.”
“What happened, my dear?”
“They cornered me. They were calling me all these horrible names.” She shook my head. “And then I just blacked out. The evil took over. I’m trying to fight it, Gandalf. I really am. I promise.”
“I know you are, my dear. I wish I could help you.”
She stood up, wiping her hands on her black dress. “You have already done plenty for me, Gandalf. You don’t need to do anymore.”
“Well, that’s too bad. You see, I need a favour. And I believe it will be great for you.”
Pale hands hesitated in picking up the weapon. She looked at Gandalf curiously, who gave nothing away. “A favour? What kind of favour?”
“You remember my old friend, Bilbo Baggins? The Hobbit?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes, of course. Those are some of my favourite stories of yours. Your quest to Erebor. Is he alright?”
Gandalf puttered over his words for a moment. “For the most part, yes. My favour has to do with his nephew, Frodo Baggins. It would appear that Bilbo possesses the One Ring, once worn by Sauron.”
Grey eyes widened and the girl gasped. Gandalf had told her all the stories when she was younger. The defeat of Sauron had always been more of a nightmare to her, even though he’d been defeated. “Oh no.”
“My thoughts exactly. Even worse is that Sauron lives because the Ring lives. And He grows stronger by the day. I’ve asked Frodo to take it to the Prancing Pony where I will meet him along with my companion. I want you to be my companion.”
“What? You want me to be around other people? Hobbits, no less! That is a very bad idea, Gandalf. An absolutely horrible one!” The girl pointed to the two men behind her. “Look at them! I won’t put other people in danger. I won’t do it, Gandalf!”
“My dear, you are no threat. The Ring will only answer to Sauron but Frodo seems strong enough to fight off its lure. Perhaps it is destiny. Still, others will not be so strong and he will need someone to protect him.”
“Protect? Did you not hear me, Gandalf? Look at them! I killed them! I’m a killer. I shouldn’t be around people. I should be rotting in some prison.”
“Oh, please. You’ve always talked about finding a way to redeem yourself and your actions – not that any of it is your fault. But, if you’re really serious about redeeming yourself, this is the way to do it. Simply meet us at the Prancing Pony and accompany us – and the Ring – to a safe place.”
She nibbled her lower lip, easily drawing blood. “I don’t know, Gandalf.”
“I know I am asking a lot, my dear. But I trust you. And they will need someone capable of protecting them. Like you said, they are Hobbits. They know nothing about anything outside of the Shire.”
“They?”
“Frodo and his friend, Samwise Gamgee. Meet them at the Prancing Pony. I will get there as soon as I can.”
“Where are you going?”
“To seek answers from Saruman. He will know where the Ring will be safe. Do not worry, my child. I will be there.”
“Do you promise, Gandalf?”
“I promise, Nyx.”
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.0
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Prelude
She has found us. We have hidden successfully for a year, but she has found us once again. I fear what she will do to us. To our daughter.
The wind howls and the sky darkens at her presence. We have barred the windows and locked the door but she will find a way in. Nothing will stop her from getting revenge.
She has found us.
The Witch is coming.
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Birthday Encounters | Legolas Greenleaf
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Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x fem!reader
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“Aragorn!”
Strong arms wrapped around her waist as her friend of countless years lifted her and spun her in circles.
“Y/N! It has been far too long.” The King placed Y/N back on her feet in his home.
Y/N nodded. “I agree. Thank you for the invitation.”
Aragorn gave Y/N a kind smile and gestured for them to walk. “Of course. How have you been?”
Y/N smiled. “Good. I have been helping the Ents repair their land since Saruman’s destruction of Fangorn Forest. Did you get my wedding present? I heard Arwen enjoyed jewelry-making in her spare time.”
Aragorn smiled. “Yes, she loves it.” He was upset Y/N could not make their wedding and considered postponing it just so that she could attend. But being so ill, they had no idea when she would be well enough to attend. “What else have you been doing?”
Y/N shook her head. “Traveling. Relaxing. You know that fight took more out of me than I ever got back.”
Aragorn nodded. “Somehow, I always forget you fought in the Battle of the Five Armies all those years ago. Perhaps because you never speak of it.”
Y/N smiled sadly. “Well, there’s nothing good to speak of. Perhaps if there was, I would talk more of it.”
Aragorn frowned. “Sorry. I did not mean to upset you.”
Y/N looked over the balcony they had stopped at, seeing Arwen talking to two elves she did not recognize. Not that she knew many to begin with. “It’s alright.”
“Come, Lady Y/N. I am sure you’ve missed Arwen.”
As they descended the stairs, Y/N said, “I’m not a Lady. You know that.”
“You are in my eyes. But don’t let Arwen hear that.”
Y/N laughed as they reached the bottom of the stairs, catching the attention of Aragorn’s wife, Arwen.
“Y/N!” The elf exclaimed happily, reaching forward to grab her arms. The woman had become used to the customs of men and women while married to Aragorn and moved to hug Y/N, a custom most elves did not engage in. As Arwen had put it years ago, elves did not like to touch people they were not close to.
“Arwen! I have missed you, my friend.”
Arwen, who looked like she had not aged a day, smiled in agreement. “The last time I saw you-”
“I looked horrible,” Y/N laughed. “Hopefully, I look much better now.”
Arwen smiled. “Much better.”
“Arwen? Are you not going to introduce us to your friend?” The two elves waited expectantly behind the dark-haired elf. Both were fair-skinned with braided silver hair. The one who spoken was a young girl, though it was hard to tell just how old she was.
Arwen smiled. “This is Y/N. She and Aragorn met when Sauron tried to regain power. She has been a friend ever since.”
The two elves gave short bows. “And this is Selina and Legolas. Sindar elves.”
Mirkwood elves, Y/N realized. And the name Legolas rang a bell. “You are the son of Thranduil.”
Legolas nodded but displayed a slightly sour face. “And Seline is my guard. She goes wherever I go and has become quite a close companion to Arwen and Aragorn.”
Y/N smiled at Seline, who did not talk much. Both were ethereal in their elven beauty, practically glowing. Y/N felt ugly in their presence – but that was what most non-elves felt. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”
“I assume Aragorn’s birthday brings you here as well?”
Y/N nodded. “Considering I missed their wedding, it was the least I could do.”
Aragorn sighed. “For the last time, we do not blame you. You made great sacrifices on the Lonely Mountain. It is not your fault you get sick often.”
Y/N looked away in shame.
“Oh, leave her be, Aragorn. You know how stubborn she can be. More stubborn than that red-bearded friend of yours, Gimli.”
“Seline!” A small girl appeared from the west hall, reaching the she-elf’s waist. “You’re back!”
The elf smiled and bent down, whispering something in the little girl’s ear before being towed down the hall to an unknown location. The little girl barely dodged the incoming servant, dressed in purple and gold thread.
“My Lord and Lady, the advisors need to speak with you. Urgently.”
Aragorn sighed and reached for his love. “We will be right there. Y/N? Do you mind showing Legolas around? He has not visited since the attack.”
Y/N chanced a glance at the elven prince before nodding. “Of course. Does that include the wine cellar?”
Aragorn playfully flicked his friend’s nose. “You stay out of there. You drink like a dwarf.”
“I take that as a compliment!” Y/N yelled as the duo followed after the servant. Once they were out of sight and earshot, she turned to Legolas. “Shall we start at the wine cellar?”
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“And that’s it,” Y/N said, stopping where they had started. She hid her pain well, casually leaning against a stone pillar to relieve some of the pressure in her lungs.
“They have expanded since I was last here,” Legolas mused, taking in the almost-elvish architecture. Then again, Aragorn had spent a lot of his live in Rivendell. Legolas looked back at Y/N, who seemed to have trouble breathing. Her chest expanded roughly, stuttering as her eyes watered. “Are you alright, My Lady?”
Y/N forced a laugh. “Why does everyone call me that? I’m not a Lady.”
“You look like one.” Legolas looked an elf caught off guard, which was a rare thing to behold. His fair cheeks flushed slightly and he looked away momentarily before speaking again, this time much faster. “You seem to have trouble breathing.”
Y/N waved him off. “It’s nothing, really. It’ll pass soon enough.”
“What is ‘it’?”
Y/N sighed. “A long time ago, I used to live in Lake-town. I lived there when Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo Baggins woke the dragon, Smaug, and he burned my home. The smoke damaged my lungs. I have struggled to breathe since but exercise makes it worse. I don’t expect an elf like you to understand. I know your kind never tires.”
Legolas squinted at Y/N. Her ears were round and her skin was not flawless but…there was something about her. The way she carried herself. “You have elven blood in you.”
Y/N was surprised. Most people didn’t notice the drop of elf in her. “Yes. One of ancestors was elvish. Though, I inherited nothing but prolonged aging and the ability to jump.”
Legolas felt himself smile at the news. There were few of his kin left in Middle-Earth. And halfling or not, she counted.
“Do you know any elvish?”
Y/N shook her head, still trying to catch her breath and stay the pain deep in her lungs. “No. Aragorn tried to teach me but it just doesn’t sound-” Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence, interrupted by a coughing fit. She bent over the railing, coughing and trying to catch her breath. Something touched her back – Legolas, she realized. She waved him off. “Just give me a moment. This damned corset makes matters so much worse.”
“Corset?”
Y/N nodded and something was brought to her lips. Legolas’ waterjug. She drank eagerly until the rough burn in her throat was soothed. “Thank you. And, yes. My mother insisted I wear a corset because it is what women do these days.” Y/N harrumphed at that and Legolas laughed.
“Is your mother here?”
“No, she stayed with my father back home to work on our farm.”
“Then why not loosen it? Or lose it entirely?”
“You make it sound like disobeying a parent’s order is easy.”
“I know for a fact that it isn’t,” Legolas said firmly. “But doing what you desire is freeing. Even if it means just losing a corset.”
“Legolas! Y/N!” Aragorn and Arwen appeared at the end of the hallway before Y/N could say anything. “Dinner is in an hour.”
Y/N smiled and Arwen moved forward. “Let’s get you changed, my friend.”
Y/N let herself be dragged off to her friend’s chambers where Arwen searched through the wardrobe, stopping on a pale blue dress with an attached cape and gold ringlets at the shoulders.
“Perfect.”
Arwen braided Y/N’s hair in a signature elvish braid, pulling it back to reveal her perfectly round ears. “I sense Aragorn and I interrupted something between you and Legolas back in the main entryway.”
Y/N shook her head softly. “He just said something, is all.”
“You’ve got the furrow in your brow you always get when you think too hard. Did his words bother you? He is from Mirkwood. They don’t have the best manners.”
“No, not at all,” Y/N assured as they moved to the door. It was almost time for the birthday feast to begin. “He just said something…eye-opening.”
“An elf? Saying something wise? How odd.”
Y/N laughed as they approached the garden. Legolas, Seline, Aragorn, and red-bearded dwarf were waiting for them. The human and two elves had changed, and Aragorn now wore his signature crown. He looked like a king. Arwen left Y/N’s side to join her husband’s.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just your wife finally grasping human humour. She’s become quite good at it.”
Aragorn rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me. Y/N, this is Gimli. I’ve told you about him.”
Y/N curtsied. “I have heard plenty about you. Pleasure to finally meet you.”
Gimli touched his heart like an elf would. “The pleasure is all mine, Milady.”
“Why do people keep saying that?”
Gimli stuttered. He was expecting a thank you, not an argument. “W-well…you look like a princess.”
Y/N glanced at Legolas from the corner of her eye in amusement. He was already staring at her. “People keep saying that too.”
Aragorn chuckled and the two humans shared a look. The other four looked between the two humans as their eyebrows furrowed and raised and, finally, Y/N stuck out her tongue childishly.
“Something is happening that I do not understand,” Gimli finally said.
Legolas, who did not take his eyes off the two, said, “Me neither.”
“Shall we go in?” Aragorn said. “The little ones are already inside.”
“You mean the Hobbits you always talk about in your letters? Y/N asked eagerly.
Aragorn chuckled. “Yes. I will introduce you.”
“May I escort you to our table’ Milady?”
Y/N smiled at Gimli and nodded, slipping her hand around his upper bicep. Legolas and Seline followed behind them. The vines parted to reveal a garden from a fairytale. People were chatting loudly and small children ran around their parents’ feet. Ahead, four small men were already seated at the head table and turned to see them arrive.
“Legolas! Gimli!”
Y/N moved away so that the six could rejoice, looking for her place at the table. Her name was written in beautiful Elven cursive and knew Arwen had written it. Her name was between Legolas’ and Aragorn’s and she felt comfort in that. Though she wasn’t sure why Legolas’ proximity had an effect on her. Y/N moved to walk around the garden, examining all the details that had been considered for Aragorn’s ninetieth birthday.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Y/N turned to see Legolas had approached her. She was standing by the wall of well-wishes, where guests wrote notes for the birthday boy.
“Yes. Arwen did a wonderful job of combining both human and Elvish customs. I’m sure Aragorn will be quite overjoyed when they finally come in.”
“May I escort you back to our table?”
Y/N stared at Legolas’ outreached arm, waiting for her take it as she took Gimli’s. “I was under the impression that Elves did not touch people outside their loved ones?”
“You are correct,” Legolas smiled humbly. “But humans do. Besides, I spent plenty of time with the Hobbits, Gimli, and Aragorn while fighting Sauron. I do not stick as strictly to Elven customs as I once did.”
Y/N smiled. “In that case,” she wrapped her arm around Legolas’ bicep. “I would love to be escorted. Perhaps…we could dance later too?”
“Mirkwood elves don’t really dance,” Legolas admitted. “But a few years back Gimli introduced me to drinking games. I’m quite good at those.”
Y/N laughed. “I’ll take your word for it and pass on that offer. I’ve heard elves cheat at them. But we could sit and talk.” They were at the table now. “Arwen and Aragorn have told me all about Rivendell but I know very little of Mirkwood.”
Legolas bowed. “You have an accord.”
The night was filled with laughter, spilt ale, and dancing. Pippin and Merry had been up on a random table for the past thirty minutes, singing as their mugs of ale were continuously filled.
Nyx’s stomach hurt from laughing so long and hard and was grateful her dress didn’t have a corset. Her lungs began to ache and she reached for a goblet of water in hopes of staying the oncoming coughing fit.
“You should try marshmallow root,” said Legolas suddenly. He and Y/N were the only two at the table, retelling stories of their past and laughing at their friends. “It will not heal your lungs, but it will soothe your throat.”
“Does nothing get past your eyes?”
“Well,” Legolas smiled. “Elves do have excellent eyesight.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I see you’re catching on to human humour as well. Do you know any jokes of ours?”
Legolas smiled. “Gimli once told me one. Are you ready? Okay. What hangs at a man’s thigh and wants to poke the hole it’s poked before? And I’ll give you a hint. It is not what you think it is.”
Y/N squinted. “It’s a dwarf joke? The answer must be inappropriate somehow.”
“I can assure you it is not.”
“What is it then?”
“A key.”
Y/N laughed, though she found it be less funny and more of a riddle. She did not want to hurt Legolas’ feelings.
“Now tell me something about your culture. Humans never cease to amaze me.”
“What do you want to know?”
“You commented on how elves treat loved ones. I know Aragorn is human but he was raised in Rivendell. What are your customs?”
“My father always kisses my mother on the cheek. And whenever either of them leaves the house, they tell the other they love them. And my mother often falls asleep on my father in sitting room when he reads.”
“Was he boring?”
“What?”
“She fell asleep on him when he read. Was he boring?”
Y/N laughed. “No, not at all. He was very good at telling stories, actually. And my mother always says that falling asleep on his shoulder is when she gets the best sleep. Because she’s close to him.”
“How is that comfortable? How does that even work?” Legolas laughed. Y/N could see he was trying to imagine it in his head.
“Like this.” Carefully, so as not to cross too many of Legolas’ boundaries, she moved closer to Legolas and slouched in her seat, gently resting her head on his shoulder. “And my father would read chapter after chapter. Tell story after story. And my mother would fall asleep on his shoulder and I would fall asleep in front of the fireplace.”
Legolas smiled, watching his friends dance together as a beautiful girl rested on his shoulder. “I understand now. This is nice.”
“So nice I may not move,” Y/N joked.
Legolas touched Y/N’s hand beneath the round table. “So don’t.”
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