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444names · 8 months

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the entire article on canini (tribe) from wikipedia + tolkienesque forenames

Abron Aegil Aglaian Agond Ainerdac Aiweng Aldaent Aldantord Aldurodin Alfindo Alinyate Almor Amehtareꞓ Amerdon Amroste Andand Andom Andreorni Andretur Anelpal Anhel Aniebry Animë Anthaphor Anákh Araldor Aralion Arastel Arati Aration Arctisir Ardansil Ardilmo Arerdar Argil Ariendo Ariened Ariptin Arliangen Arnien Arosel Articyon Arved Arven Assacan Assil Atelegalm Athow Augdui Aulegalad Aulwë Aurfin Aurodgs Auruepher Avidree Avient Bacil Bagorlin Ballas Baras Bardir Barth Basfar Bastoolla Bastor Beletara Berast Bereber Berepped Berridur Bolfhin Bombar Boranwë Borbar Borbithir Borumand Braned Brear Bríand Brímar Bucan Buccalge Burth Busiont Bëorry Cabagdur Calas Caláf Canimemmo Canothmo Carane Cardan Celdil Cemel Cendin Cenne Cered Ceril Cestooke Chargo Chionquil Cielegon Clane Clatel Clegund Comirent Cooke Cotes Crium Crodil Cross Crotil Culad Círiang Dairion Dandur Dearth Dellimrog Dengwatis Dentst Deseus Devarmern Diador Distorn Docemmog Docyon Dogene Doredus Duftedfor Dushnáma Dwilad Dwynocyon Dwynorn Eadormen Eadorn Earin Earon Eatudel Elannarth Eldar Elemel Elethir Elfhery Ellacilik Ellatisto Elmossion Eludil Elvenow Emessi Empalgan Endil Ennam Eressack Erion Erotine Esecte Expamila Eärnus Fassand Fastanfas Feargon Feathor Fentic Ferey Ferreus Fingen Forin Foxend Frebryat Fëandil Fílimlith Galdbe Gamir Gandia Ganimene Gastanda Genno Gensisla Gielf Gielman Gielrond Gilmo Gimbarcus Gimil Gimor Gindil Girimë Goldin Goldog Gorbifus Gorde Gothald Gothráini Gotohel Granduf Grion Griopel Gromerus Gwaenuily Gwass Gymnorn Hadal Halater Haphion Harimo Hedfox Heimbra Heleg Herriel Herthorde Hiellassë Holog Horon Huanámont Huoloth Huord Hurfineld Hámon Ibereꞓ Idrec Imbrack Imbut Imiocely Imlath Imotir Imrazog Imuzgama Incana Indor Inelim Iscri Isingon Kilzôr Kitte Lagon Landil Lareꞓ Lastë Legir Legron Lenene Liandus Linorod Linrog Lionnocyn Léomë Macipitte Macrië Madûnart Mahtarimë Maines Maiwenger Malad Malfinel Malmos Maláf Mamlor Mancath Mandin Mandis Manfolg Manivra Mardal Margil Mavipeor Meghâd Mehtamir Mehtaras Melemnow Mendil Mendor Mennatul Meril Meriocyon Mictin Miela Mielugall Miendë Miladon Morfimen Míriked Naegasaen Nahilzhel Naran Naras Narda Nenener Nieldad Niele Nimbragor Norcien Nyargon Nyata Nyavipe Náinduin Náriber Nárior Náros Nólia Nólikini Nómin Nómirgoth Offst Ofustly Ohiel Olchyur Olduind Orantel Orbador Oronota Orowyn Ortis Ostis Ostruca Packed Paldiri Palger Palinest Paltres Pameseng Panamdír Pedil Peleb Peorn Phadûna Phaihinna Phyluma Pregimla Prele Prensi Prephof Prieliar Prongol Prooniew Rahtarmon Raitë Ralmog Randorwen Rassion Ratter Relwë Roupush Salik Salvin Saláf Sansi Scharn Scramir Scron Semmo Seriond Shakhîm Shalase Shateny Shelecth Skuluiny Smaindon Smarinus Sméago Snordari Somion Somith Spelepred Speor Sperus Stras Subtrides Subtriën Sumargens Surear Surue Súriocyon Talpester Taltrion Tanond Taram Tarda Taressë Tarmern Tarór Tatessum Tatisi Telebof Telmo Teloce Thaelen Theimë Theleg Thilmack Thindus Thinech Thini Thiryard Théompor Ticrimiel Tioces Toidrens Trastohta Tudil Turue Typed Túrindirs Túrion Ufted Uglarië Ulkasion Ultrimë Umbatal Undilgal Undir Ungorn Vansilit Vaten Vencleth Viars Viele Viondia Viorom Viptinuil Voron Voronor Voroth Voroticyn Vulkhadar Vulwë Waith Walad Wider Wikin Wildow Winesion Wolash Woldil Wollan Worger Wornus Yation Zerimil Zimaure Éodir Éodredin Éodwynus Éotheis Írinzil

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years

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I’ve found what Legolas does to keep himself busy in Mordor 😂😭 @burning-quesadilla @the-reformed-ringwraith @councilofelrond

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councilofelrond · 3 years

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Legolas has a hick accent (at least in Sindarin.

Sauron (in my headcanon) has a really thick Irish accent because Angbandian.

Conclusion: Neither can understand the other AT ALL. In this essay I will—

#so many misunderstandings y’all!!!#think of the ANGST #“what does he mean by ‘feck’??? Is he cursing me???”#“what the fuck does ‘y’all’ even MEAN???”#mmmm so much confusion #sauron #legolas #saurolas #mairolas #legosaur #legron #lava loving #the lord of the rings #third age thrills

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ibrithir-was-here · 3 years

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Have some Mai kisses courtesy of my day off

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burning-quesadilla · 3 years

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Mairon: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Legolas: Twelve, actually.

Mairon: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Legolas: Yours!

Mairon: That's right: no one's.

#Leggy you're lucky to not be killed over that #legolas #Mairon #Sauron #Mairolas #Saurolas #Legosaur #Legron #Lavaloving #Lotr #Tolkien

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finmoryo · 3 years

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Elves like music. Sauron forges things. Would it be a complete stretch to say that Mairon would make an instrument for Legolas, even though Legolas isn’t exactly musically inclined? I’m thinking something with a dark yet beautiful tone... a clarinet. The joints and keys can both be made of metal, with only padding, cork, and reeds as the non-metal equipment needed. The clarinet is the perfect instrument. And metal clarinets have the ability to sound beautiful despite their somewhat troubling reputation, I’ve heard them in use. In conclusion, Mairon makes Legolas a metal clarinet so he can remember the music from his home.

#mairolas #legron #lava loving #lotr #tolkien #saurolas #i'm just a clarinet player indulging myself #it'd be probably be very out of tune and legolas would have no idea how to play it but let's pretend that wouldn't happen

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elrondscumslut · 3 years

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This is the End

Prologue

TW: implied mention of non-con/rape(kind of)

It was over. The war was over and Sauron won.

Legolas shaked, peering around the large room as he reminisced of how he came to be in this cursed place.

Sauron's servants had captured the eight of the Fellowship that still lived, keeping them locked in the dungeons of Mordor. Oh, Legolas still felt the fresh pain pierce his heart as the sound of the hobbits cries had ringed in his ears. They, all of the fellowship too, had gone through so much. What sorrow as it was all for naught. Sauron has the ring and no force was to ever bring it out of his dark clutches again.

But that's getting off topic isn't it? After days of no food nor light in the dank dungeon, all eight were brought up to stand before the dark lord. He mocked them, of how they failed, of how they were so close. Of how they had no hope now.

He threatened to torture them, kill them. Mulled and debated with himself of if he should make them slaves or just put them back in the dungeons to rot. Legolas couldn't stand the despair on his friends faces. They didn't deserve this. The final straw was when Sauron made talk of turning Frodo into turning into a... it was disgusting. Incorrigible. Absolutely and totally blasphemous. Legolas wanted to gag at the thought of the possibilities if he hadn't stepped in when he did.

Finally getting to the point. Legolas couldn't take it anymore and... offered... himself. To Sauron in exchange for safety of his friends.

Legolas mulled over the events of the last week sitting in the dark room, wondering what exactly was to happen next as he waited for his 'master' to arrive.

Inspired by the legolas/mairon posts from: @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth @ibrithir-was-here @the-reformed-ringwraith @councilofelrond @burning-quesadilla

#legolas #lotr #lord of the rings #sauron #mairon #mairolas #saurolas #legron #legosaur

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yellow-faerie · 3 years

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Hmm, 34 Legron? It feels suitably complicatedly angsty for them x)

Ooh! Yes it does!

From this prompt list.

34 - “I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?”

The plants are vibrant colours, long leaves and flowers spilling out of their beds and trailing onto the floor. The room has a pleasant warmth to it that Legolas basks in for a long while, closing his eyes and leaning back where he sits.

He doesn’t know exactly where this is but it is a nice place to be so he does not think on it to hard.

“Good morning ‘Las. I thought I’d find you here.”

Legolas looks up. Standing there is an elf - no, a Maia - dressed all in red and gold and with long silver hair that tumbles over his shoulders. He has a teasing smile on his face that makes Legolas simultaneously giddy with a feeling bordering on joy and terrified of something.

“It’s a beautiful gift,” Legolas says, beyond his control. “It would be a pity to waste it.”

“Aye.” The Maia turns away to gently stroke one of the hanging leaves. Legolas watches him, somehow knowing each little movement of his body and the graceful stretch of his limbs.

“I remember kissing you,” He murmurs, thinking of soft lips against his, fierce and hot and yet tender and sweet, with fingers caressing his skin and scraping at it with nails and...and...there is nothing else in his that can fit with the memories, faint as they are. “Why do I remember kissing you?”

The Maia smiles, turning back, and there is a faint sadness that edges it. “Because that’s what you do when you love someone.”

Legolas cocks his head, brow furrowing. “We were in love?”

“I thought we were but then you left. I suppose it was just another of my futile fantasies.” A note of bitterness creeps into his voice. “I know that now. I shall hold you to nothing.”

Legolas has no answer to this: how can he? He knows nothing of which the Maia speaks, only that somehow, Legolas has caused him pain.

An apology would be an empty thing, if he does not know what he is saying sorry for, and anything else feels wrong, so he just sits there and watches as the Maia returns to examining the large leaf.

It is doing this that the dream slowly falls away, greenery and colour melting into the dreary greys and browns of a dying woodland that they had made their camp in tonight. The bare tree branches hang above them, doing little to shield from the pale rays of the sun.

They left - escaped? - Mordor a long time ago. Or it might have been a short time ago. Or maybe even somewhere in between.

Everything in Legolas’ head is muddled and strange and his hand drifts for the comfort of something his fingers itch to turn which isn’t there any more.

It was - if Legolas holds his hand under the light, he can see the pale shadow of a thin band around the bottom of his ring finger.

“Las, are you awake?” Someone whispers to Legolas’ left. He turns his head and sees Aragorn, hunched over with his poncho pulled over his head. The hobbits lie close to his side in a small pile and Boromir curls protectively around them on his other side. Legolas’ head is pillowed by Gimli’s lap, one of his friend’s hands laying protectively in his hair as he leans back against a tree and softly snores in his sleep.

“Yes,” He whispers hoarsely. He can’t recall why his throat hurts so much and he doesn’t think he wants to. “I had the dream again.”

That was what it was. The dream. The same thing that he sees each time he falls into a broken sleep.

The location changes each time: to that garden, his haven in Mordor; to their bedroom, decorated in red and green; to a quiet corner of the kitchen; or to any place where he and Mair - Sauron, his name is Sauron - spent a moment where their pretence at happiness drifted over that thin line between deceit and reality.

The conversation changes to. It follows to pattern, no rhythm, other than the fact that Legolas never knows where he is or what is going on and Ma - it’s Sauron, Sauron - will always keep up the pretence that everything is as it was until it is clear that it is not.

“What was it today?”

“The greenhouse. He was...melancholy.” Legolas can’t remember if he was melancholy when he knew him.

Aragorn sighs, his hand spasming as if to reach for a pipe that isn’t there. “Gandalf has gone for a walk. He didn’t say what for but, knowing him, it will be something important as it is pointless.”

Legolas lets out a half-hearted laugh and buries himself further into Gimli’s lap, closing his eyes to feign sleep until Gandalf should deign to return to them.

#I have so many ideas for this ship #It’s got a bit tragic #but there is possibility for a happy ending #Legolas #Mairon #Mailas #Precious Leaves #LOTR #Tolkien #Fanfiction #Fae's Stuff #Ask #Prompt #Prompt List 1 #ibrithir-was-here

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thedoubleextrapoint · 5 years

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Nebraska Football: Spring Football Preview

On Monday, Nebraska started spring practice in its second year under head coach Scott Frost. Unseasonably frigid temperatures kept work inside as the squad opened preparation for the Spring Game on April 13.

This is now Nebraska’s second straight season without a bowl game, meaning a second long winter of waiting for Nebraska football. So spring practice should bring a welcome relief for…

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years

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Mairon: *Gets down on one knee*

Legolas: Oh my Eru, it’s finally happening

Mairon: *Falls over*

Legolas: The poison is kicking in

#Saurolas #Mairolas #legosaur #legron #lava loving #Mairon #Sauron #lord of the rings #lotrdaily #lotr movies #the hobbit #elves #hobbit #lotr shitpost #legolas #mirkwood #silmarillion

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councilofelrond · 3 years

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Inspired by @ibrithir-was-here and a piece of art they did of Sauron and Legolas cuddling! Also by the lava loving discord, wherein we discussed lava monster!Sauron and @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth compared this concept to a girl taking off her makeup in front of her boyfriend for the first time. They are a horrible instigator and I love them. (Under a cut for length reasons.)

There’s something off this morning. Legolas can smell sulfur and ash in the air—stronger than usual. Sauron looks very tired.

He decides to ask. “Are you all right?”

”Fine,” Sauron mutters. Then he sighs. “Mind if I let loose?”

The question is confusing. It could mean so many things. But Legolas is afraid of what would happen should he say no, so he agrees to it.

Sauron cracks his neck and sends sparks flying. His skin hardens to black rock, and it cracks into plates, showing a core of magma. His hair is a bonfire atop his head, floating above it before darkening to smoke. Yet the temperature does not rise; smoke does not fill the room. It is a self-contained blaze.

Legolas reaches out to touch him and finds him pleasantly warm. It is the sort of warm that means budding leaves and soft rain. Not something he would think to associate with Sauron.

He wonders if it has something to do with the ring he now bears on his finger. When asked, Sauron just shrugs.

The Dark Lord lies down on a nearby divan, and Legolas follows him. He lies facing Sauron, one hand placed on his arm.

Instinctively, he buries his face in his neck. It still does not burn, but it is warmer there. His body moves closer of its own accord, curled against the beast of fire sprawled next to him.

It’s nice. He’s warm, and Sauron makes no attempt to push him away as he has done so many times before. They lie like that a while, before Sauron says something in Angbandian that Legolas only grasps a few words of. He hears “love” and “I grieve” and that word that makes his heart plummet: “Void”. Horrified, he looks up.

“What did you say?”

Sauron’s mouth snaps shut. “Nothing that concerns you, little Elf,” he says gruffly. “Just remembering.”

“Tell me.”

Sauron shifts back to his regular form, but his skin is still stony and his face still bestial. “I…I…” he stumbles, mouth thinning to a hard line. Legolas just presses close to him again. He finds himself looking over the crook of Sauron’s arm instead of his shoulder as the Dark Lord sits up slightly to prop an elbow on the end of the divan.

Legolas places a hand on his arm and looks up at Sauron, watching how he avoids his gaze, looking at something over his shoulder and placing himself in a way that seems almost protective.

Someone else is in the room. It isn’t who Legolas thinks it is, because she wouldn’t make Sauron act like this. It’s Mûrazor, the Witch-King, who had been brought back from the dead soon after the war ended.

Sauron suspects he is a traitor, Legolas realizes with sudden clarity. His eyes go wide.

And then Sauron is the mountainous creature again. “What brings you here?” he rumbles, voice thick with the accent he hides in court.

“Cannot I search for my lord?” Mûrazor asks.

“You can,” Sauron says, “when he wishes to be found.”

“And what is more important than the conquering of the world? This new plaything you bring to your court, this trophy taken from some far kingdom?”

“Not so. But nevertheless I would ask that you leave me now. I shall speak of war when my thirst for rest has been slaked.”

Mûrazor’s face twists in some kind of fury, but he leaves with no more argument.

Sauron stays the fire beast. He strokes his ringed hand through Legolas’, a tired noise rumbling from his mouth.

“Sleep,” he orders, and Legolas does.

#sauron #legolas #legron #legosaur #saurolas #mairolas #lava loving #the lord of the rings #third age thrills #writing by lee #look I love them I swear I’m working in the main fic I just was very inspired

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ibrithir-was-here · 3 years

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So far my online math class is turning into “drawing Lava Loving/Legosaur/ Mairolas/Legron hours”

#my art #tolkien #lotr #silmarillion #sauron #mairon #legolas x sauron #legolas greenleaf #mairon x legolas #legosaur #mairolas #lava loving #legron

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burning-quesadilla · 3 years

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Legolas: Change is inedible.

Mairon: Don't you mean inevitable?

Legolas, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

#Legolas #Mairon #Sauron #Mairolas #Saurolas #Legron #Lavaloving #Lotr #Tolkien

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finmoryo · 3 years

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Summary: Legolas discovers some things in Mordor's library. Mairon helps him see another perspective.

I made the Mairolas fic. It’s not long or very in depth about their relationship, but it exists. I might write more, I might not. Enjoy.

#i wanted this to be more of comparing their relationship to thingol and melian but it didn't turn out that way #mairolas #lotr #saurolas #lava loving #legron #legosaur #tolkien #fics

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elrondscumslut · 3 years

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This is The End

Part 1

Legolas Pov:

I sat up and stretched, my back aching from sitting up against the stone wall for seven hours straight. Looking around the room again I still saw no change and could not hear anything. The vast room was eerily silent. Vast though the lack of windows and strange chill that clung to my skin made me feel claustrophobic.

Should I get up? I doubt I'd find anything. When I was first thrown in here I spent what felt like an eternity searching through the barren room, checking for crevices in the walls, a weak spot in the door, anything really other than the large silken bed and empty vanity. I had to stop to calm myself for there was nothing to find and I was slowly falling into a spiral of panic.

I sat on the floor pressed up on the wall near the bed, facing the door head on so I'd see who ever walked in. I assumed Sauron would come quickly but clear now that he was taking his time. As much as I loath to admit it, I hoped he would come soon. While my stay in this room couldn't have been much longer than a day the empty space, lack of sunlight, food and company was already starting to get to me.

Besides, the quicker he came the quicker I could get... whatever this is over with the better.

Inspired by legolas/mairon posts from: @ibrithir-was-here @councilofelrond @the-reformed-ringwraith @burning-quesadilla @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth

#sauron #mairon #legolas #legolas greenleaf #saurolas #legosaur #legron #mairolas #lord of the rings #lotr

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yellow-faerie · 3 years

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So your last Precious Leaves bit, with Legolas half remembering little bits of places where he and Mairon were happy together before he got rescued has me wanting more Legron fluff 😅 if you're still taking requests, I was thinking either 26 or some version of 29 that would make sense in universe? (And if you're not taking them that's totally fine I know you have a lot of other awesome projects going on!)

Fluff! I need to add a bit more fluff to this story. (Don’t worry, I’m absolutely still taking requests and prompts - I do all my Tumblr writing on my phone so it’s the sort of thing I do when I’m other places or not on my laptop which is where I do all my bigger projects)

From this prompt list.

29 - “I vote that today we sit in our pyjamas and eat three tubs of ice cream and drink that wine we were saving for a special occasion.”

Legolas’ bedroom door is opened with a sharp bang and he sits up abruptly, groping blindly for something to defend himself with.

He relaxes when he see it’s only Mairon - dressed in slacks and looking as if he only just woke up but Mairon all the same.

“I vote,” He says, turning and locking the door behind him. “That today we sit in our pyjamas and eat three tubs of ice cream and drink that wine we were saving for a special occasion.”

Legolas rubs his eyes, a little perplexed at the whole situation, his sleep-addled brain unable to keep up. “We have wine we were saving?”

Mairon waves a vague hand. “Yes, no, it’s wine and I would really like some, however good it is.”

He clicks his fingers and the small table Legolas has by his bed is laden by a fairly sizeable number of wine bottles and three large containers of...well, what must be the ice cream thing that Mairon mention.

“What is ice cream?” Legolas asks, realising he has absolutely no idea.

“What is ice cream? My dear, you are about to have the best experience of your life.” Mairon picks it from the table and pushes it into Legolas’ hands. “Try it!”

Legolas takes a spoonful but pauses before he takes the mouthful. “What’s in it?”

“Don’t be so suspicious - it’s just frozen fruit and cream.”

“Frozen.” Legolas raises an eyebrow.

Mairon looks very confused. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you a fire spirit?”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy cold things,” Mairon says, sounding very offended.

“Peace!” Legolas holds up his hands with a small laugh. “I meant no offence, I was merely curious.”

“Well,” Mairon huffs. “Try the ice cream.”

“Fine, fine.” Somewhat tentatively, Legolas takes a small bite. It is...an odd sensation, to say the least. The cold makes his head hurt but the taste is sweet and as the pain dissipates, Legolas finds he actually quite enjoys it. “This is alright actually?”

“Just alright?” Mairon asks as Legolas takes another, much bigger mouthful.

“OK, it’s actually amazing.” Legolas’ voice is slightly muffled by his mouthful. “Did you say we have three tubs of it?”

“Yes.” Mairon laughs, pulling off outer clothes. “But I will be having my fair share as well.”

“Oh, sure, whatever you say.” Legolas has no intention of giving Mairon any if he can help it.

Mairon pours himself a glass of wine before he comes to settle himself on the other end of the bed. He takes a sip.

“So, you going to pass me a spoon.”

“Oh no, if you want any of this, you’re going to have to come and get it yourself.”

Mairon raises an eyebrow. “You do know I am lord here?”

Legolas nods cheerily. “Yep!”

“You’re incorrigible,” Mairon says, putting the wineglass on the floor and leaning over. “Pass me that tub.”

Legolas holds it out of Mairon’s reach. “Come and get it.”

The ensuing tussle doesn’t last long before Mairon is lying on Legolas trying to grab the tub that he is holding just out of his reach.

His face, pinched in concentration, is very close to Legolas’.

Legolas leans forward and presses a kiss to Mairon’s cheek.

Mairon turns faintly red but covers quickly for himself by exchanging that kiss for one on the lips which quickly devolves into something more.

Legolas drops the ice cream pot, his hands needs for something much more important.

#I hope you liked!#(I have now convinced myself Mairon made ice cream)#(I don’t know why)#(but he did)#Legolas #Mairon #Mailas #Precious Leaves #Silmarillion #Tolkien #Fanfiction #Fae's Stuff #Ask #Prompt #Prompt List 1 #ibrithir-was-here

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