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justfangirlthingies · 10 hours 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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iwenttomordor · a day ago
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endillos · 2 days ago
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@aspecardaweek day 5: Relationships → queerplatonic Gigolas
We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin’s son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should recieve him, or that the lords of the West should permit it
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, "Durin's Folk"
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elrondsmarketstall · 2 days ago
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Forever yours, Elrond.
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Down by our small river,
I await you, mine fair.
Its banks are long broken
and lonely; guests are rare.
Upon the green hillock,
I am a ghost, my dear.
I have nurtured your plants,
For many a long year.
Within our house we built,
I preserve our mem’ries,
Of all that we shared;
All I cannot bury.
You are long gone, my sweet,
Just like all of the rest.
A hundred years, I have
Slept in our bed sleepless.
I fall slowly apart,
I cry far too often.
Forgive me my weakness;
My heart you did soften.
Perhaps all this is fair;
I made you wait so long.
Yet what I would now give,
Merely to hear your song.
Stay with me, my sunlight;
You are all I have left!
Devoid of your presence,
My heart feels so bereft.
One day the tide will turn;
The winds shall blow calmer.
Will you await me then,
When I journey thither?
Or am I a mem’ry,
Of all that we once had.
Will you then have left me,
For one who is less sad?
I am, regardless, forever your
Elrond.
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imgaine-it-all · 3 days ago
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Anon request Frodo: -slightly annoyed- We just got done with one magical ring adventure, now we got another? REALLY? (Y/N): Hey hey hey, It’s not like I wanted this to happen Gandalf: -sees the glowing green ring- I need a retirement plan Legolas: -trying to process the fact that they might have to go through another near death adventure- 
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maaaddiexo · 3 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.”
Part 1.9 ➺
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stayfrostyloki · 3 days ago
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I swear noelle steveson is a lord of the rings fan because the parallels between Sam pulling Frodo up from the ledge in mount doom and the Catradora finale scene are uncanny
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mrsmidnight15 · 3 days ago
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Imagine taking a bath with Elrond and washing eachothers hair.
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grunid · 3 days ago
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I have reached 100 followers !!!
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So i want to play a little game in order to celebrate this until the end of the month !!!!
The game is called "How would they react?"
It's pretty simple:
-I made a list of characters from three different fandoms ( LOTR/THE HOBBIT, NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM, TRANSFORMERS ANIMATED) and you can choose up to 10, any of them
-then you come and ask me "How would they react" followed by the idea of your choice and I will write a whole paragraph on each of them
EXAMPLE :  You have chosen Bifur, Bombur and Thorin and your ask will look like this: "How would they react if they met a unicorn? for Thorin, Bifur and Bombur !”
( I took the unicorn but it can be anything : if they were teleported on another planet, if they could cross the walls, if they want to learn a new language ect ect )
if you want to have an idea of what it would look like, I already wrote some stuff on my masterlist :)
-LIST OF CHARACTERS LOTR/THE HOBBIT :
-Gimli                -Gloin            -Dain Ironfoot           -Thranduil
-Legolas           -Thorin          -Bifur                        -Bofur
-Aragorn           -Lindir            -Beorn                     -Radagast
-Boromir           -Galadriel       -Bombur                  -Bard
-Eowyn             -Ori                -Dori                        -Nori
-Elrond             -Oin              -Bilbo                        -Balin
-Eomer             -Dwalin         -Alfrid                        -Thror
-Théoden         -Thrain         -Faramir                    -Dis
-Gandalf          -Denethor     -Sam                        
-LIST OF CHARACTERS NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM :
-Jedediah                 -Octavius           -Lancelot          -Akhmenrah
-Theodore               - Attila                 -Sacagawea     -Larry
- Dr.McPhee            -Amelia Earhart   -Kahmunrah     -Ivan
-Napoléon               -Al Capone          -Laaa               -Tilly
- the Captain of the Tuskegee Airmen who isn’t named in the movie but is cool anyway
-LIST OF CHARACTERS TRANSFORMERS ANIMATED :
-Optimus prime                          -Sentinel Prime              -Ultra magnus
-Jazz                                           -Bulkhead                      -Bumblebee
-Prowl                                         -Jetstorm                        -Jetfire
-Wasp/Waspinator                      -Ratchet                         -Blitzwing
-Lugnut                                      -Starscream                  -Megatron
-Rodimus Prime                        -Longarm/Shockwave    -Red Alert
-Blurr                                        -Cliffjumper                    -Wreck-gar
-Arcee                                      -Perceptor                     -Wheeljack
-Omega Spreme                      -Grimlock                       -Snarl
-Swoop                                    -Ironhide                        -Strika
-Lockdown
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maaaddiexo · 5 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.”
Part 1.8 ➺
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errruvande · 5 days ago
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Mysterious dust (Pippin x Hobbit! Fem! Reader)
Word Count: 1, 435
TW: brief mention of blood, injury
AN: Here's my first piece for my sweet boy Pippin, hope you enjoy it
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It’s been days since Gandalf had arrived at The Shire and, mysteriously enough, there wasn’t any trouble since then. Old Bilbo offered him a room, leaving the cart full of Gandalf’s things near Bag End.
What a foolish decision of theirs, fool of a Baggins, fool of a Gandalf.
“Hey, Y/N, come, quickly!” Pippin was standing in the doorway of your Smial - cheeks red, hair wet-ish, his breath was trembling as he looked at you with the gaze full joy and fear at the same time. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mo-o-on, Y/N!” He came closer in one jump, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bed in the middle of the night, not giving you time to even dress up properly.
“Pip! Wait! Pip, ouch, PIPPIN!” He was dragging you after himself, not noticing you stumbled on the doorstep. Pulling your arm from his palm to steady yourself and soothe the pain by pressing your palm flat to your foot you cried on top of your lungs. “What’s the hurry? Where are we going?”
“There’s no time for explanation, my bean, just come with me I have something to show you!” His face was shimmering from how excited he was about whatever he had in mind. Pippin gestured to you to come with him. “Hope we are not late!”
You ran after Pip, down the hill, from the Tuckborough to Hobbiton, you had to stop for several times ‘cause your little feet couldn’t run as fast as Pipin’s.
“Finally, you are here, Pippin…” before you turned the corner, following Pippin, you’d heard a familiar serious voice of Merry. “Oh, you, of course, brought Y/N with you, of course you did!” He stepped forward, forcing a smile. There was a fabric bag in his hands that was thrown to him by Pippin carefully from the top of the Gandalf’s cart. “Hello, Y/N, if you are here, mind to help us?” Merry pointed towards the Bag End’s door and his eyebrows knit together. “Keep a lookout, please.”
You nodded, not even bothering yourself to ask them what in the sake of blackberry tart they were doing.
Merry put his foot on the little box under the cart, lifting his upper body to observe the filling of the vehicle. “Pip, there is it!” Merry pointed at another bag with some round vessel in it. ‘Take it, Pip, hurry!” Merry jumped off, glancing around in panic, unbuttoning his vest to hide the bag, Pippin had given him earlier, behind it. “Go now, Pip, Y/N, go!”
When everything was in their hands, Pippin was standing on the ground with his bag, smiling and giggling, all three of you ran towards the nearest pack of trees, down the road, over the hill.
“Okay, and what’s now?” You stopped and bent in two, rested your hands on your thighs, gulping air eagerly. “What is that, Pip? You stole something from Gandalf again!”
“Yes we did,” You twitched as Pippin walked near you, unpacking his bag. “Look what we have: this weird Gandalf’s dust, some matchstick, a rope and this vessel”
You squated to take a better view of all of those things. The way this dust looked terrified you, and you rubbed Pippin’s shirt to get his attention.
“Pip, I don’t like it, what are you going to do, is that dangerous?” your face is so innocent, Pippin tilted his head to knock your forehead together with a silly smile, then said with your favorite smooth, thick accent of his. “We don’t know yet, but if Gandalf knows about it, that definitely would be dangerous”.
Merry giggled, grabbing the bag with mysterious dust and putting it in the vessel. He caught, waving the particles of this dust from his face. When he ended putting the dust into the vessel and tucked the rope into it, Pippin started wrapping the vessel in the fabric - he has been ripping the bags in several pieces to cover the vessel in it while Merry was busy with the dust.
“It’s done!” He stood - arms in the air high above his head. The vessel now looked more like a pillow with a rope stick out of it. “Let’s do the thing!”
You three kneeled around the vessel, made a circle, and Merry lit the fire on the free end of the rope. For a second you were sitting motionless, hypnotized by the little tongue of flame slowly sliding down the rope. When between the flame and the vessel were mere inches, Merry leaped back.
“Hide now, guys, it’s time to hide!” He vanished, taking his place behind the tree trunk.
“Y/N, come one!” Pippin shouted for you, but you were captivated by the light. You always loved lights, flames, something in it had a power over you so you couldn't tear your gaze from it. “Y/N!” He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you closer to him, away from the vessel.
Gandalf woke up from the horrendous clatter.
“Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brendybuck!” He growled, sliding off the bed Bilbo had offered him, and going to the next door to make sure Frodo wasn’t with these terror twins.
You were lying on the grass, ears hidden under your palms, and Pippin was lying on top of you, one arm was placed around your chest, another - wrapped around your head. His breath was shaking and he was scared to look at you, hearing your tiny squeals.
“Pippin, Y/N!” Merry rushed to you, tearing Pippin’s hands off of you gently to be sure neither of you had hurted. “Pip!” He gasped, the blood on his cousin’s hand caught him off guard. “The blood, Pip, is everything alright?”
Pippin nodded, not daring to look at you while you were still weeping silently. The blood on his hand wasn’t his, it was yours. The vessel had exploded and a piece of a glass it was made of stuck into your cheek.
“Y/N, Y/N...Y--” The tear dropped on your face, watering the wound, and you jerked your head in bitter pain. “I-- I-- I’m so sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have bring you here, I--”
You gathered your strength, placing one of your hands down your back and pushing your upper body up, trying to sit. “Pip…” your voice was quiet and hardly understandable, for you had tears rolling into your mouth. “Pip, it’s alright, I’m alive, I’m just slightly injured”. You pressed your palm flat to Pippin's cheek - his face, eyes squeezed with tears on his eyelashes, mouth curled into a wavy line, shaking with every breath he took - he was so scared for you…
“You two, again, why I’m not surp--” Gandalf was furious, but he kneeled before you and Pippin as soon as he saw your bloody face. “Y/N....” He shook his head, darting glazes at both Merry and Pippin for pulling you in this another game of theirs. “Come with me, girl, come home.”
{***}
Another day Pippin came to your Smial to check on you, finding Gandalf was still with you, healing your wound.
“Ugh…” Pip cleared his throat to get Gandalf’s and your attention. You smile at him while Gandalf only furrowed his eyebrows. “May I share a moment with Y/N alone, please?” His gaze begged for a little bit of privacy with you, he felt terrible, broken, he berated himself for putting you in danger.
“Sure, my foolish friend, I was about to leave little Y/N”. On foolish Pippin tilt his head, sniffing imperceptibly.
When Gandalf had closed the door behind him, Pippin almost crawled to your bed, eyes glued to the wooden floor.
“Pip?” You grabbed his hand gently, fiddling with his fingers as he handed you some flowers.
“Your cheek looks horrible” he muffled, you closed your eyes, another hand grazing under the blanket. You smiled at him, throwing a pillow out under the blanket and Pippin almost fell, loosing his balance for a second. “I’m happy you’re feeling better”.
“Pip, stop, it was not your fault”
“But it was exactly my fault” He lifted his eyes to meet your warm gaze.
“You're not responsible for that,” You pointed at your face, the reddish cut on your cheek almost healed. “For I knew with whom I am starting my new life” Pippin raised his eyebrows, pupils flared. “I love you still, this little accident didn’t change anything”
“I don’t deserve you, beam” His cheeks lifted up, showing his tiny teeth. Pippin bent over to you. “I love you, Y/N, and I am sorry.” He knocked a kiss on your other cheek, and you nuzzled into his neck.
AN this is partly based on a real story my co-worker told me and couldn't help myself but associating it with these terror twins. Btw hope you liked it, and if so I'd highly appreciate your comment or repost, it'd make my day💕
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rebelforthebadtimes · 6 days ago
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The Hobbit/LOTR Masterlist
*Main Masterlist*
Updated: 4/30/21
Oneshots:
Thorin Oakenshield:
What Magic Feels Like (Male, Sorcerer Reader)
Summary: He’s always felt like he wouldn’t find his One, especially since he’s so focused on the journey to getting his kingdom back to its former glory. But when you’re asked to come along the journey, things change for him.
Imagines:
Elrond:
Imagine Elrond quickly taking you by surprise by kissing you. (Gender Neutral Reader)
Thorin Oakenshield:
Imagine convincing Thorin to adopt a dog into the company after running across one. (Gender Neutral Reader)
Headcanons:
Series:
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randomfandomimagine · 6 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 · 6 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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randomfandomimagine · 7 days ago
Romantic Drabble for Samwise Gamgee, where he gives the reader some flowers from his garden, please?
My sweet Sam, I adore him! 😍 Thank you so much for requesting, sweetie, hope you like it! 😊
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Character: Samwise Gamgee
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Tags. Fluff
Wod Count: 297 words
Title: Garden Of My Heart
A knock at the door interrupted your calm day. Wondering who it could be, you walked to the front door and opened it to reveal Frodo Baggins.
“Good morning, Y/N” He greeted you with a smile, putting an arm over Sam’s shoulder, who accompanied him. Your eyes were directed to the other hobbit.
“Hello, gentlemen” You smiled back, glancing from one to the other. “What brings you here?” 
“Actually, Sam wanted to give you something” Frodo’s grin widened, creating an excited spark in his eyes. “You should have seen his smile as he picked them up” 
“Mr. Frodo...” The aforemention averted his gaze, violently blushing as you fondly peered at him.
“Picked what up?” 
Sam took a deep breath before revealing something that he had been hidding behind his back. You gasped at the sight of a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers.
“I’ll leave you two alone” Frodo wouldn’t stop smiling, enthusiastically patting his gardener’s shoulder. “And remember to tell Y/N that line, Sam” 
He gawked at Frodo as he walked away, stuttering and dreading to face you from the embarrassment. You chuckled, both in fondness and amusement.
“What line is that, my dear Sam?” You encouraged him, taking the flowers from him and holding on to his hand with your free hand.
“It’s that I... I...” He dared to look up at you, still blushing. “I picked the best flowers from my garden because you’re the best flower of the garden of my heart”
You gaped at him, nearly melting at the adorable words just as much as his flustered demeanor. Still recovering from the unexpected line, you could only squeeze his hand. 
“T-Thank you, Sam” You finally uttered. “They’re beautiful”
“They can’t really compare to you, Y/N” He smiled, finally seeming to relax a little.
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elvish-sky · 8 days ago
hhhm can I request any female character x fem!reader? the fandom desperately more femslash content sjfjsgsk
hello love!! yea, it does, which is why i have written a lovely Eowyn x reader!! i had so much fun with this, it’s been a while since i’ve written so this was a great thing to get back into it with. thank you so much for the request!
it’s out Here, on Wattpad, and on AO3!!!!
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