#legolas sad

[tilions]

Sometimes I think about how Legolas waited for all his friends to pass on before he finally gave into his sea longing and sailed. And I also think about the fact that he didn't wait for Gimli but instead took him to the undying lands with him because he couldn't bear to forever lose this particular friend.

#this has been sitting in my drafts for ages #and i still come back to it from time to time to get sad #tolkien #lotr #the lord of the rings #legolas #gimli #gigolas

[laneynoir]

Heyyy :)

I was wondering if you could do “How long has it been since someone hugged you?” From the writing prompts, but with Y/n asking Legolas that? Cuz I thought that would be fitting ig.

I love youuu <33

I adore this idea! And of course, I've never tried to write a wedding scene before, so please don't shoot me (or do, that's your choice.)

"A month!" The cry of Gimli is met with an amused expression from the king. "Near an entire month yet you've kept us here, under no clear pretense! Only now to tell us that this elven lass is to be your bride?" Here does Gimli pause, looking to Arwen. "You are a lass? I thought Legolas was for the first week of our journy, your braids are so odd."

Laughter as soft and glowing as the stars flows from the Lady Undómiel. "Yes Lord Gimli, I seem to remember your father, Gloin, making the same mistake. Worry not though, you have not insulted me any more than you did my grandmother when you asked her favour."

"Well I for one," You break in before Gimli can start another speech on the grace of Galadriel. "Would like to be the first to offer you both congratulations. My heart sings that you should finaly be wed, I can think of no better a reward in peacetime for what you hace done for our world."

Legolas echoes your words. "Indeed, I can think of none more deserving of this union, prehaps Lord Elrond has finally decided you worthy of the sceptre of Annúminnas?" The jest is taken goodnaturedly by Aragorn, who responds with a false groan. However the comment perplexes the residant Hobbits, and it is Pippin who asks what on earth 'and you minnes' is.

A lovely smirk on her face, Arwen supplies. "When he was young, and first come to Imladrís, Aragorn was given the heirlooms of his house, save the Sceptre of Annúminnas which my father withheld until Aragorn should earn it. This supplied my brothers with a bet: for which could Aragorn earn first? Arwen or The 'shiney stick'? My father learned of this bet before, and with some vindictive pleasure enssured that Aragorn should gain both at once."

The laughter of the fellowship causes no embarrassment for the Man, he has eyes only for his beloved. "All true words, though I am afraid still that I will never truly earn your love, but I will spend the rest of my days trying."

After the others who are there offer their congradulations, Sam asks a question which has obviously been bothering him. "Begging you pardon, but who do you have making the cake? Strider hasn't introduced us to any of his family, and I was curious."

Aragorn frowns. "The... Cake? I suppose one of the cooks will provide a cake." Four gasps of horror, and one of laughter (from you) resound at the statement. "I beg your pardon, it seems we've reached a cultural differance yet again. Samwise, would you tell us of this tradition?"

Despite the faint blush on his cheeks, Sam agrees. "Cakes are very important at wedding sir! Why the very though of not having one is horrible. When a couple is joined in matrimony, the youger parent of the younger partner bakes the cake. At the wedding, the couple slices the cake which is colored on the inside, and if a bit of the blue is on the spoon, the first child will be a girl, if it's red, then the babe will be a boy."

Aragorn smiles kindly at the hobbit. "It would surly be a shame to skip such a delightful tradition, though my blood family no longer lives. If it is I would ask you to fill the task?"

Sam's face lights up in pride and delight. "It would be an honour, I promise that no pastry will ever rival the wedding cake of the first restored rulers of Gondor!"

~

The entire city seems to have accepted invitations for the wedding; people of all ages crowd around the the palace gardens (which, true to his word, Legolas has assisted in whiping into shape).Vines of deep greens creep down contrasting white stone arches, life on cold rock, hope in an empty place.

Aragorn stands under one such arch, dressed in royal garb that has caused at least two of his new subjects to swoon. His face shows nothing but calm content- at least on the surface. However to the eye of one who has traveled for high on a year with the man, and lived for his youth in Imladrís, you can see the stress in his eye.

Standing on the side of Aragorns honour guests, you send him what you hope is a comforting and encouraging smile. He inclines his head just the slightest amount, acknowledging you. His attention shifts rapidly however as a string of clear music flows from the hands of the twin elven minstrels.

As one, the congregation of men, elves, hobbits, a wizard, and dwarves alike turn to the opening in the garden wall that separates the high garden feom the battlements.

Framed against the ivy, the light of early dusk adds an ethereal effect to the Evenstar; Arwen. The dress she wears is simple at first glance, a simple white gown with green trimmings. The waves of fabric seem to float around her; her steps are so light they seem nonexistent, she takes Aragorn's hand after steping onto the slightly raised platform.

The ceremony is short, but breathtakingly beautiful. A satin cloth so pure it glows is wrapped around the Royal couple's hands. Eyes locked on the other, they resite there vows, words so heartfelt that very few eye stay dry, and when they seal the union with a passionate kiss that has a watery-eyed Elrond grimacing, the applause is deafening.

Your hands sting with how hard you clap, and you pause, eyes drawn to Legolas beside you. He wears his soft smile, the one that just barely turns the corners of his lips up, yet still makes your heart shudder. Still though, there seems to be an indescribable light in his eye, that hints at somthing hidden behind the facade of content grace and joy he usually keeps.

Curious, you stick close to your elven friend throughout the reception, and as the toasts pass, and the dancing has moved away from the consistent expectation of nobles asking gor a dance, you withdraw to a more secluded area of the brightly lit room. Your eyes wander over the sea of elegantly dressed people, searching as always for the light presance that holds your heart.

"Do you look for someone, Y/n?"

You jolt at the voice, turning happily to Legolas. "Indeed, my prince, though ive found him now." He smiles, but it looks almost... Strained. Sipping on the rosehip wine in your hand you look over the elf. He meets your gaze with the same calm as usual- at least on the surface.

Looking closer you notice the delicate crease in his brow, faint and noticeable as a small ripple on a clear, calm lake. His fingertips tap together, one after the other, each touching once, before he appears to catch himself, and the movement stops, leaving the hands tense.

His actions, and lack thereof, remind you of those before a battle, however legolas even usually did not exhibit such, not even before the throes of Mordor were washed upon you all.

"Legolas," you ask, hesitantly, "what bothers you?"

His eyes widen a moment, before his expression softens. "Nothing of any great importance. Only... I find the sounds and smells of such a large gathering almost suffocating." He says this as if it were a crime, and he were addmiting to such before a council. "Especially after so long of traveling, I have become unacustomed to life in court, and thus the stress which acompanys."

The knowledge that Legolas has been in discomfort for some time, as it draws near midnight, sets a feeling of dismay in your stomach. Straightening yourself resolutely, your snatch up his hand and weave yourself among the outskirts of the crowd.

Through an ornate door you pull Legolas into a small garden, and while the sound of sparse minsterals can be heard, the sound of talking fades into the background. "Better?" You ask, peering at Legolas.

He nods, but you have no time to admire the light in his bearing before he is bowed over your hand. "May I have this dance?"

The question startled you, but you quickly affirm your acceptance, allowing him to pull you closer, and the soft instrumental tune provides a leisurely beat to step with. You meet his eyes, and a mist covers them, so doing the natural thing you remove your hands from Legolas' own, you wrap him in an embrace.

When he stiffens, you make to pull back, but instead he tightens his grip in a way that you can feel the muckes beneath his tunic, his head nestles into the crook of your neck.

Running a hand along his spine in what you hope is an appropriately comforting motion, you feel the damp of his eyes drip onto your skin. "Oh Legolas," You trail off a deapseated sorrow filling your very soul at the inability to know what brings such display to the usually strong and lighthearted elf. "How long has it been since someone hugged you?”

"I- don't..."

At the words you gently pull him to the ground, a movement which is slightly hindered by his unwillingness to release you. When you reach a half sitting, half kneeling position, he draws back slightly. "I apologize, I-" you cut him off with a fingertip to the lips.

"Please do not let such words nor guilt fill you," you trace the line of his brow, and see the pink hue in his eye from tears long withheld. "I love you, and any service I may do, or condolence I can offer... All that I have is yours, please do not try to take the privilege of heloing you away."

A choked "Meleth" is all Legolas can reply to the declaration, but the intent is visable, so you pull him closer, and run the silk soft hairs of his head through your fingers.

For you meant it, anything for him is well worth doing, and you would be colder than the stone in a creek before you could even think about galting your care.

#lotr #legolas x reader #arwen x aragorn #legolas #my fic #i still cant tag things #hug time #sad boi elf

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Legolas: Two~ Birds~ On a wire~

Legolas: One says "come on"~

also Legolas: and the other says "i'm tired"

#sad legolas hours #my boi is exhausted #he's cheerful and outgoing #but he needs a break #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #lotr elves #legolas #mirkwood #silvans #greenwood the great #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect tolkien quotes #incorrect hobbit quotes

[tarninausta]

@aspecardaweek day 2 ‖ aromantic

There was also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, LEGOLAS, a messenger from his father, THRANDUIL, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood.

[ID: A picspam consisting of 12 images, in turns blue-ish and green.

1: A deer walking in a misty forest / 2: Green clear gems / 3: Treetops seen from beneath creating a pattern against the blue sky / 4: Text reading "Legolas" on black background / 5: A black person with shimmering blue-green makeup around eye, cheekbone, and temple / 6: A path winding through green, grassy, hills / 7: A person in a green shirt standing with the back to the viewer, facing a garden / 8: Delicate blue-blossomed flowers growing from moss / 9: Text on black background reading "green leaf" / 10: An archer dressed in green / 11: Green waves / 12: A thick forest, with the trees covered in moss / End ID]

#aspecardaweek #tolkeinedit #lotredit #mepoc #userindomiel #usertilions #usersari #userlyndeth #usertoi #southfarthing #usersansa #userhaleths #the lord of the rings #legolas #lotr #🌟 edits #with id #i didn't manage to finish anything ahead (i know. makes me sad too) so i just decided to post this edit now #since i hc legolas as aromantic and i did not want to do nothing

[deer-with-a-stick]

The more time I spend explaining Tolkien lore to my brother the more I realize that Tolkien was just batshit insane

#yes the world is flat and a globe at the same time #and yes if you go off the edge you fall into the void with Satan 1.0 (assuming the Straight Road doesn't just railroad you) #he calls Valinor “The place under some trees where everyone smokes weed” and honestly I wish they would do that instead #bilbo and frodo bring weed to valinor quick #i tried to explain the miriel-finwe situation and he's so confused #“so they died and they were all sad even though they didn't have to stay dead?? but she couldn't come back because he remarried??” #“but then he dies and says 'yo ill stay dead instead' and she's find now??” #does the big God just keep making elf and human souls or do they just. appear #i told him about Gil-Galad Son of Plothole #he is quickly realizing that yes #the valar are a bit incompetent #its fine #elrond's dad is a star his mom is a bird and his great great grandma is an angel #my sister gave up two seconds in despite sparking this by asking me about elf lore #apparently she actually just wants to know about legolas but not legolas' father because of the hobbit movies #let me rant about feanorian politics it'll be interesting i promise #shut up about your elf backflips you wanna hear about nirnaeth arnoediad and the kinslayings #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the silm #is this a shitpost? idk #he's batshit insane but the world is great i love it #we still don't know where hobbits come from #they appeared one day #like potatoes #i had one tidbit of legolas lore and that was #the guy showed up several years late in a homemade boat with a dwarf #incomprehensible screaming

[weezlbot]

I love how, over the course of LOTR, Aragorn just amasses a little army of guys with daddy/mommy issues. 

You’ve got Frodo, an orphan. You’ve got Faramir, whose father tried to kill him, and Boromir, whose father thought he shat gold and put him on an impossible pedestal his whole life. Then there’s Eomer and Eowyn, who are also orphans and have the added strife of Theoden’s corruption and death. Legolas’s mother may or may not be dead, and his father has Problems in the movieverse, and even in the book-verse he’s going through a lot and may not have the time to give Legolas the attention he needs. Gimli, Merry and Pippin all have high-ranking influential fathers that they’re trying hard to succeed, and while that’s not as bad as dead dad or abusive dad or both, it still has to impact the psyche somehow. 

idk all these guys see Aragorn--strong, leaderly, wise Aragorn--and just go. please parent me

#aragorn #frodo baggins #faramir #eomer #eowyn #theoden #legolas #gimli #gimli son of gloin #merry brandybuck #pippin took #arwen's not here because she and Aragorn already knew each other #sam doesn't really have daddy issues tbh #it's sad because aragorn has daddy issues too #he needs someone to hold him tbh #boromir

[nico-di-genova]

aroace Fili 🤝 aroace Legolas

Both being tired of Kili and Tauriel’s Shakespearian romance

#I think they could have been buds actually #‘my brother will not shut up about your elf maiden sister’ #‘well my best friend has stopped going on our nightly runs through the forest because of your dumb brother’ #meanwhile kili and Tauriel are giving each other heart eyes and Tauriel is teaching him terms of endearment in elvish #this is me continuing my belief that Legolas wasn’t jealous because he was crushing #but he was sad because he was losing his bestie/sister who was the only one who he was comfortable being himself around #legolas #fili #the hobbit #tolkein

[milesasinmorales]

Every time I see art with barefoot elves my heart sings. Like whenever they’re not traveling or at war or whatever they’re totally barefoot. Like whenever they possibly can they’re not wearing shoes. Especially wood elves. They like to feel the Earth beneath their toes.

#Legolas was so sad when he realized that he had to wear shoes on the quest to Mordor #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #the silmarillion #the silm #elves #tolkein #Tolkien elves #also Legolas hates wearing clothes because of autism #but that’s a separate point

[flamingcentaur]

there’s some snippet I gotta find where Tolkien says he pictured Legolas as like a big beefy hunter tracker elf 😂👀. love that.

#Legolas #legolas fanart #redneck legolas #lotr #lotr fanart #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fanart #Tolkien #Tolkien fanart #elves #BACK TO THE ELFS #y’all I got an IPAD #FINALLY #cry #my old one was so sa #sad

[bryonyashley]

Orlando Bloom by Mario Anzuoni.

#orlando bloom #lotr cast #legolas #potc #lotredit #sad orli

[powderpinkprincess]

Homesick [Legolas x human!reader]

Description: Legolas is a little sad but you don't really know that. This one is placed somewhere after The Hobbit and before The Fellowship of the Ring.

You sighed.

A strange, uncomfortable feeling clenched your stomach in its fist as you gazed out the window into the darkness. The stars shined almost unnaturally bright. The wind smelled cold and foreign. The grey stone walls of your room radiated something unsettling. You crossed your arms in front of your chest tightly. In the distance, you saw a faint light. Under the window lay the wide garden of the castle. On your left, there was a balcony you shared with your companions. And on the balcony, you noticed a tall, slim figure almost completely blending into the dark of the night.

Even though he had the hood of his cloak on, you recognized him. He was completely motionless; none of your companions were able to stand that still, gazing into nothing. You smiled softly and grabbed your own cover before you left the bedroom.

You knew he heard your footsteps, so you didn’t hesitate to approach him. A shiver ran through your spine when a wave of foreign wind met your skin. You glanced at the dancing contours of leaves on the tree below you in the pale moonlight.

“You should be asleep,” Legolas stated without even looking in your direction.

“So should be you,” you answered, your voice barely a whisper.

Silence fell between the two of you again. A comfortable silence in the uncomfortable unknown, yet you decided to break it.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked hesitantly.

“The sound of crickets.”

You listened carefully but heard nothing.

“In my forest, they are present each night. I never thought a village like this one would be different,” he explained eventually, noticing your confusion. “Like all the living creatures have vanished when the Moon came up. The night is unnaturally silent.”

He was right, you felt it as soon as he spoke. You lived in a town, so you didn’t understand what felt so unfamiliar to you until now. Now you knew what felt different: it was not the wind that was bothersome, but the silence.

You stepped forward and your shoulders touched. It wasn’t intentional, but you didn’t move away, hoping he would not either. You enjoyed being so close to him. His ethereal calmness gave you a sense of comfort you desperately craved. From the corner of your eyes, you saw his blond hair glowing in the moonlight. He noticed your look and turned his head towards you. His eyes were sparkling like the stars up in the sky.

You knew him for almost a year now, yet at times his Elvish beauty left you speechless. It was something you could not describe with words. His presence was more like a feeling: a breeze of otherworldly peace and fresh, green spring from somewhere far. He was the only Elf you have ever met, and you wondered if the others were as majestic as him.

“Tell me about your home,” you asked without even thinking. He never spoke about himself. What kind of a place was he from? Did he have a family at home that waited and missed him?

However, he stayed silent, and you noticed a small, almost sad smile on his lips. He turned back to gaze into the distance, and just when you thought he was never going to answer you, he spoke. “What would you want to know about my home?”

“Anything,” you whispered. “Where do you live? Is there someone waiting for you?”

Legolas sighed. He moved from your side and sat up on the small brick wall, his back against the deep nothingness underneath. He was facing you now, so his features remained in shadow, hidden from the moonlight.

“Watch out! You are going to fall!” you gasped. Just the sight made you dizzy.

“I am not,” he shook his head, seemingly amused. “I climb on branches thinner than this and have never fallen from anywhere.”

You silently prayed this was not going to be his first time.

“At home us, the warriors do patrol every day. We need to be able to climb up on trees quickly and high, sometimes even while shooting arrows,” he mused. “Wooden elves are generally great in such things, especially where I live.”

“Patrol every day?” you questioned, wrinkling your forehead. In your town, no one really went on patrol.

“My father prefers the borders to be watched at all times. Especially these days.” He paused. “You know- Mirkwood used to be much wider, they say. Sadly, I do not remember those days. However, we like to keep safe what we have left.”

You nodded. That was understandable.

“And about the crickets- The woods are full of life. All kinds of beings, from small to huge. Life never stops moving there, not like here.” He turned his face away from you. “Either way, I have not been there for a long time.”

He fell silent again. And his eyes, almost like they were looking for something so far away that even he could not see it. He focused on one spot on the horizon and his blue irises glistered with unreachable sadness. He was so close yet felt so far away from you.

“Don’t you miss being home?” you asked. “Your father must wish you were there with them.”

Suddenly, his expression changed. He straightened his back and all the feelings you thought you saw in his eyes vanished.

“There is a reason I left,” he replied shortly, his voice quiet but firm. You knew better than to ask more.

If only you knew the longing he felt deep in his heart. Wherever his journey had brought him, he always found which direction he came from. He was too far away from Mirkwood to grasp anything of it yet doing so brought him a sad kind of comfort. Sometimes he closed his eyes and imagined how their own wind felt on his skin. He pictured the sunlight filtering through the green summer shrouds or the sound of the fallen leaves beneath his feet in autumn. Then he thought about how his father would greet him if he ever returned.

Cold as always, he smirked bitterly. Since the death of his mother, nothing was the same. Thranduil sent an army to get back the jewels that once belonged to his wife. He went to war for a memory. All Legolas could do was follow his orders. He wondered if Thranduil saw his son in him anymore or just another soldier, because he barely got any more attention than them. After the war he was too angry to stay.

The leaves had fallen twice since then. Yes, he was homesick.

He pushed himself off the wall and stood, his glance avoiding you.

“You should go and get some rest. There is a long day waiting for us tomorrow,” he said. Then he passed by you and didn’t look back.

#legolas imagine #lord of the rings #legolas #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas x oc #legolas fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduilion #sad legolas #legolas x reader

[matrose]

hi! ok for the drawing ask game: gimli and legolas with number 9 maybe? <3

dear friend how terrible yet perfect... i couldnt finish a proper drawing for this prompt, i only made many many sketches 😢 i hope thats okay ❣️🏔🌿

#=( #so many possibilities .............. #lotr #art #the one with the bandage is battle of helms deep #👍 #gimli #legolas #gigolas #gimlas #thank you for this though !!!!!!!!! very sad but ah!!!!!! them!!!!!! #i hope the first one is obvious in its meaning; noticing the first prominent grey streaks

[tathrin]

This doesn’t feel nearly complete enough to be worth posting a whole entry on AO3 for, but I don’t know what else to do with it so...have another fic-snippet, tumblr folks.

This one is set in the Undying Lands shortly after Legolas and Gimli break down the doors of heaven with the power of their love arrive and is inspired by this weird idea I had once about elves and food. And also, unintentionally but unsurprisingly, by Tamora Pierce’s Realms of the Gods.

❧ Ever The Taste of Ashes In Our Mouths ☙

Legolas took a bite of the apple and was so startled he spit it back out.

"What—that—!?"

"Ah!" Angmeril looked torn between amusement and apology. "I had forgotten. Yes," she said, "things taste…different, here in Aman."

Legolas held the apple out before him and stared at it, as though it might be about to transform into some strange and treacherous shape. Gimli looked quickly back and forth between his stricken face and the fruit.

"What is it?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

Legolas shook his head, apparently beyond words.

Gimli looked down at the plate of food in his hands and slowly, carefully, eased it back onto the long table.

"Do not be afraid!" Angmeril told him. "You can eat it. Just—perhaps eat less than you think you want, to start with? The taste can be…" Her smooth, beardless face did something complicated as though she were struggling against some terrible weight to find her words. "Overpowering," she said at last.

"Overpowering," Legolas repeated numbly. "Yes."

Gimli looked at the apple in his hand. The archer's fingers were gripped as tight upon the round red fruit as they had ever been upon his bow.

Galadriel drifted over. Gimli noticed her at once, of course; even here in the Blessed Realms, her presence was like a sunrise. He turned towards her like a flower moving to face the morning's light.

"The Queen of Greenwood speaks the truth, Lockbearer," she told him. Gimli did not see the grimace pass across Angmeril's face at Galadriel's use of her long-defunct title, but he knew it was there; it was always there, when anyone referred to Legolas's mother by anything but her own unadorned name. "Nothing here will harm you, but until you are used to the bounty of Aman it would be prudent for you to exercise moderation."

"I know not why I am surprised, my lady," Gimli said, bowing over a warm smile, "to find that the food here is different than it is in Middle-earth, when even the light itself shines so much more brightly than it ever did at home."

"Different, yes," Galadriel said. "This is almost—almost!—what fruit tasted like before the Fall of the Two Trees," she told them, and her smile held a sadness so ancient as to be almost unfathomable. "All food since then," she explained in answer to Gimli's startled look, "has tasted a little of ashes and loss to elven tongues. Even now, I can taste the trace of ashes in the fruit of Aman—but less, so much less, than that which is grown in the ravaged soil of Middle-earth. Ah, but you," Galadriel continued, cupping a gentle hand around Legolas's cheek, "you have never tasted food from before the Fall, have you child? So you would not know."

She drifted away, leaving Legolas staring after her with wide eyes.

"Well," Gimli said, "I'm going to find out."

He took the apple from Legolas's unprotesting hands and bit off a hearty chunk. He almost choked on the sudden explosion of taste upon his tongue. "This—but this—!" he cried, rather incoherently before managing to swallow. It was an apple, yes, but an apple such as he had never dreamed of before; or an apple, perhaps, that was the very essence of every dream of apples distilled to its strongest, purest essence. He had never tasted the like, and did not know if he would dare ever to again for fear of how it sent him reeling.

The sound of Hobbitish laughter helped to ground him again, and he turned to find old Bilbo walking up, his smile bright and his small eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, the first taste! You'll never quite forget that shock, lads," he told them. He looked up at Angmeril. "What did they start with?"

"Apples."

Bilbo's grin broadened. "Apples! That's a very good one. Apples, yes I like that. A splendid choice. Poor Sam, the first thing he put in his mouth when he got here was some of Frodo's potatoes. I thought he was never going to stop crying, thinking that Frodo had so outpaced him in the cooking department!" The old Hobbit chuckled. "It was quite a nasty trick to pull on him, although utterly unintentional of course. He can still barely eat potatoes without grumbling about it."

Gimli laughed and clapped Bilbo on the back. "Well, given that one bite of an apple was enough to nearly knock me off my feet, I'm not sure I'm quite up to Samwise's potatoes yet—but tell him that as soon as I can get myself settled, I'll be more than happy to taste his efforts and delight in them. It has been far too long since I've eaten Hobbit cooking!"

"I can see that just by looking at you, Master Gimli," Bilbo retorted. "But we'll soon get you sorted-out, never you fear. You and your longshanks there!"

Still chuckling, the Hobbit ushered the dwarf away to one of the other tables, no doubt eager to watch him sputter over some other overpowering delicacy of the Undying Lands.

Legolas turned to his mother. "I—I never realized—!"

"That the world you lived in was full of ashes?" Angmeril said gently. "Yes, my little leaf. Ashes and regrets—but joy, too. Was there not joy, too? Bright as Aman is, it has never held the sort of joy that Middle-earth did for me, ashes or no ashes." She clutched his shoulder, her worried eyes fixed on his face. "And you were happy there, weren't you? We tried so hard to see that you were happy."

"Of course I was happy, naneth," Legolas said, sounding almost indignant at the question even as he wrapped his arms around her. "How could anyone fail to be happy under our trees?"

Angmeril thought of all the stories she had heard of the Greenwood since she had been forced from Middle-earth's shores, all the grim whispers and dark tales brought over the Sea after her about Shadow creeping through the trees and driving her people ever farther from the rotten heart of Dol Guldur, the dark citadel that laired like a great and terrible spider in their woods; she thought of the steady trickle of wounded elves sailing to join her here, with their stories of constant battles against fell creatures and fouler things that her people had been forced to fight without her; the battles that her son had grown-up knowing as the only way of life there was. She thought of her Thranduil, desperately trying to hold the Shadow at bay and keep their people safe in the heart of that darkness; thought of her family left behind, beyond the reach of her love or her protection, ever fighting against the dark that had driven her from them. And she thought of her people telling her also of Legolas laughing in those dark trees, unafraid.

She smiled. "I truly do not know."

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#this was meant to be funny but then it got sad: tolkien elves in a nutshell tbh #legolas #gimli #undying lands #gigolas #lotr fanfiction #mirkwood #greenwood #galadriel #bilbo #samwise #angmeril #no beta we die like spiders in mirkwood #seriously this is 100% stream of consciousness enjoy the typos #my stuff #fanfiction #my writing #mirkwood in aman: story snippets #lotr headcanons

[thranduilismytherapy]

Winter morning in Mirkwood

Lovely wintery FanArt by Kagalin on Deviantart

#thranduil oropherion #the hobbit #king of the woodland realm #pretty elf #elvenking #winter in mirkwood #tolkien elves #elven family snowy fluff #this sums up how I think a cold winter morning in a tranquil and snow covered forest should look like #it's beautiful and subtle and peaceful #it only makes me a little sad because Thranduil and legolas look transparent like they're fading #I really hope they are not #we need a little elf magic in this world #legolas greenleaf

[kat651]

imagine:

playing music so sad that it causes the elves to cry.

#lord of the rings #lotr #kat651 #cute #Sad #lindir #elrond #legolas #x reader #rivendell #hobbbit #music

[eliounora]

I tried to look up some lotr themed playlists to listen to while drawing my little shippy arts and character designs but the lists I found only had like, hozier??? so I made my own kickass absolutely banging playlist. hit me up if you like clannad

#the band not the anime. although the anime is great too #i have a legolas/gimli playlist which is EXCELLENT if i say so myself #also one for faramir and eowyn but it's sad LOL #nor's rambles #btw hozier is fine but does not have the vibes i am looking for