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chloedrewitt · 2 years

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𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨 - 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙞𝙡 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

summary: You are captured in Mirkwood after you defend yourself from a drunk guard who mistakes you for the enemy, and brought before the Elven King. Due to a misunderstanding, he is expected to punish you, but how could he when you look exactly like his dead wife?

pairing: Thranduil x Reincarnated!reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: mentions of assault, protective!Thranduil, age gap (MC is an adult)

a/n: just a quick little one shot I had the idea for while watching RoP and reading up on Lotr lore. No smut, just Thrandy reuniting with his wife.

Request status: open [info]

Taglist: @evyiione

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Masterlist - Ko-fi

“The Children of Ilúvatar are described as existing in two parts: they have a spirit or soul (fëa) [...], and a body (hröa). [...] When an Elf dies, the fëa leaves the hröa, which then dies. The fëa is called to the Halls of Mandos, where it is judged. If allowed by Mandos, the fëa may be reincarnated into a new-born body that is identical to the previous one.”

- Fëa and hröa, The One Wiki To Rule Them All The grip around your arm was so strong that every time you moved, it hurt. You glared up at the guard next to you, though his gaze was fixed ahead. From where you were kneeling on the floor, he looked four meters tall but you knew this was only due to your perspective. It was dehumanizing, and for the first time, you understood how animals felt shortly before they were slain.

You were sure this would be your death, too, even though you had not even done anything wrong, at least in your eyes. All you had tried to do was defend yourself from the anger of a drunken guard, but these people seemed to take his word over yours.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the guard bow down deeply as steps appeared in the distance, growing louder with each second that passed. You dared not raise your gaze, so you remained with your eyes locked on the floor, your long hair shielding your face from curious looks like curtains. Not that anyone else was in the throne room, but it was still comforting to know you could hide.

You had never seen the Elven King in person, at least not this close. Most of what you knew was based on stories told throughout the kingdom. Many thought he was the most beautiful of all Elves, others called him cruel and heartless. Though it had not stopped you from wanting to join the guard one day when you were little, but now, as an adult, you realized that it would have only held you back.

The King climbed the stairs to his throne, onto which he lowered himself gracefully, crossing one leg over the other and placing his right elbow on the arm rest. His index finger traced the edge of his jawline as he watched you closely, but you refused to meet his eyes. The guard next to you straightened his back again and increased the grip around your arm even more, which made you growl.

“Tell me again what happened,” said the Elven King, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. It was powerful enough to fill the entire throne room, despite there being no walls to separate it from the hallways in the castle.

“She attacked Erynor while he was on patrol,” the guard replied, giving you a disapproving stare.

“Unprovoked?” The Elven King tilted his head to the side, his long platinum hair falling around his shoulders. You felt his eyes on you and it almost made you nauseous.

“Yes.”

“That’s a lie!” You intervened, wanting to stand but the guard forced you back on your knees as soon as you made the attempt. Pain shot through your legs when your knees met the hard floor. “It was self-defense. He-” Your voice cracked, anger clouding your mind. “He was drunk and mistook me for an intruder.”

You had raised your head by now and were looking directly at the Elven King. But he didn’t answer, he simply stared at you with his lips slightly parted. You, too, stopped in your tracks and tried to sort the unexplainable wave of recognition you felt the moment you properly laid eyes on him. You had never seen this man before, yet you were sure you knew him.

“This is most likely a lie to protect herself. Erynor is the most honorable member of the guard. He would not be intoxicated while on patrol.” The elf next to you did not seem to notice his king’s sudden change in mood, so he proceeded to talk down on you. It was not hard, given you were a lowly born Elf, left on your adoptive parents’ doorstep when you were but an infant.

“Let her speak,” ordered the king as he rose to his feet, his eyes still locked on you. You withstood the intensity of his gaze, partly because you couldn’t look away yourself. Only when you felt the guard let go of your arm did you turn your head towards him, rubbing the sore spot where your skin had reddened.

“I was gathering herbs in the forest. The safe parts of the forest,” you clarified, taking a step towards your king as he slowly descended the stairs. Your eyes met once again. “This… Erynor insisted I was here to collect information on the state of the Woodland Realm, to give to our enemies. I explained to him I was a jeweler’s daughter, here to collect herbs for my ill mother but he did not believe me, especially not in his state.”

You swallowed, dropping your eyes for a moment. When you looked up again, you saw that the king was standing a few meters in front of you, his height not any less impressive now that he was on the same level as you. The man clasped his hands together behind his back as he nodded towards the guard still standing beside you.

“Leave us.”

“My lord, are you certain-”

“-she will hardly be a danger to me now, will she?” He asked, sarcasm and annoyance in his voice. The guard gulped. “Leave us.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, studying the king as the guard’s steps slowly faded into the distance. Only when their echo stopped, did the king approach you further until you were closer than you’d deem appropriate.

“What is your name?” He asked with a gentler voice as he looked down at you. Not in a condescending way, like the guard had, but with curiosity in his eyes.

“(y/n),” you replied, digging your nails into your still crossed arms. His presence was overwhelming and magnetic. Being this close, you could hardly look away. The corners of his lips sank slightly and he averted his gaze at your answer, disappointment briefly marking his features. You swallowed, not sure whether you had said something wrong.

“Forgive me,” you began hesitantly, drawing his attention back to you, “but have we met? I recognize you from somewhere but I don’t quite know where from.” His eyes widened, making you fear you had somehow offended him by implying someone from low birth as you could have crossed the Elven King before.

“I meant not to offend you,” you added, a bit too quickly to do so gracefully.

“Not at all.” His voice was reassuring, and he closed some of the distance between you. His hands lingered in the air, as if he was debating whether it would be appropriate to touch you, but decided against it when he lowered them again.

The Elven King and you were alone now in the throne room, with only the occasional sound coming from somewhere above you two signaling that the castle was not abandoned. You wanted to say something, but he seemed to go through an internal conflict just by looking at you.

It took a few moments more, but he caught himself again and exhaled deeply, his features relaxing. “I will have Erynor investigated. Do not stray too far from the palace until then.”

You nodded, rubbing the palms of your hands against each other nervously. Curiosity made you stand still, despite obviously having been dismissed. He had already turned his back on you, ready to return to his throne, when he stopped in his tracks and turned his head to the side. “Is there anything else you wish to say to me?”

“You know me from somewhere, don’t you?” You asked, hiding your shaking hands behind your back. You had never been one to do as you were told, and sometimes your curiosity got the better of you. Something your adoptive parents had told you to work on.

When he didn’t answer, you took a step forward.

“Please,” you said silently, hoping to perhaps find a clue about your roots.

He exhaled deeply, turning slowly to face you again. “I do not wish to burden you with the shadows of the past. It is a weight I must carry alone.”

But this answer did not satisfy you, so you took another step forward and said, “I carry enough burdens already, one more will make no difference.”

The Elven King chuckled sadly, eyes flickering between yours. “You sound a lot like her.”

“Who?”

“My wife.” A pause followed, but you remained silent. “She died in my arms on the battlefield years ago. Longer than you are alive, I presume.”

You placed a hand on your side, tears threatening to fall. “How-” Your voice cracked, so you took a deep breath, before you said more loudly, “How did she die?”

He followed your hand with his eyes and furrowed his thick eyebrows as he took another step towards you. “A sword to her side.”

You gasped, a tear rolling down your cheek while you dug your nails into the fabric of your dress. Your mother had always joked that it looked like a sword wound, and she had even speculated that you must have been a soldier in your previous life.

“I have a birthmark there,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “It looks like the wound of a sword.”

Though no memories came back to you, an overwhelming wave of emotions made it hard for you to think properly. It was as if you and the Elven King shared a connection that had been severed, and was now slowly being restored. You felt the warmth of his hands as they ghosted above your shoulders, which were exposed by the dress you wore. The hairs on your neck stood on end while a single name came to your mind. It was not like you recalled something you had forgotten, but rather an instinct.

“Thranduil,” you said breathlessly, and you saw that he was barely able to contain himself. His hands found their way to your cheeks, where his thumbs gently caressed your skin. The king’s name was not commonly known across the realm.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered, his own eyes becoming glassy. “I was ready to go to war over what you have left me. Thank Mandos for sending you back to me.” His breath brushed your skin, his thumb gently pushing down on your bottom lip before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You felt it then deep in your bones that this was the Elf you loved, despite not having a single memory of him. It stung a little, but you found comfort in the fact that you would make new ones.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you had to stand on your tip-toes to reach his lips, the kiss sending a warm feeling through your body. With flushed cheeks, you pulled away to whisper, “I won’t leave you again.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. It did not take a lot to see how your death in your past life had broken him, but you made a promise to both him and yourself. You never had a home to begin with, perhaps this could be the start of what you’d always longed for.

Then, his eyes darkened and he looked at you with determination. “I will see to it that no one ever touches you again. And those who harm you will pay with their lives.”

You placed a hand on his cheek, offering him a kind smile. It was tragic how the things we loved the most, and the things we so desperately wanted to be our saviors, often ended up being our greatest ruin. But you decided then and there, that you would not become his. Not ever again.

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #legolas #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #lee pace #protective thranduil #elven king

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apricusapollo · 27 days

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i was talking to my bsf about football player aragorn and she suggested the idea of legolas being a referee and a light bulb went on in my head because yk how sometimes players get aggressive when a referee gives them a card??? yeah so that happens during a game when legolas gives a player of the opposite team a card and aragorn instantly gets involved because that's his HUSBAND!!!!

#and then legolas gives the aggressive guy a red card instead of yellow because he is that petty #and protective aragorn my beloved 😩😩#trust me when i say that the sight of flushed sweaty angry aragorn being protective was enough for legolas to almost rip his clothes off #he's just like me fr #crys' middle earth stuff #legolas #aragorn #aralas

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meadowsofmay · 1 year

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i have a question — if the air of mirkwood is so stuffed and causes hallucinations taking you under the influence of fell magic, does it mean elves are subjected to it too or they are immune to it?

#it wasn't explained and i am curious #dwarves started hallucinating on the elvish path already and that caused them to wander and get more under the influence of bad air #are elves immune because these are their woods?#or because they have strong magic to protect them?#actually it might be magic yea i didn't think about it before #but i still would like to hear what you know or think #mirkwood #lord of the rings #the hobbit #legolas #thranduil #tauriel #woodland elves

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nico-di-genova · 10 months

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Constantly fluctuating between happy Legolas being raised by a caring father who was trying his best and Legolas who is a perfectionist because he was raised by a grieving father who tried to be there, but was often too consumed by his own trauma to be the father he wanted to be. Legolas who hides his emotions, even into adulthood, because he was raised by an emotionally closed off man who never spoke of the wife he lost and the mother Legolas had to grow up without. Legolas who doesn’t necessarily like physical contact, but is touch-starved nonetheless because Thranduil hasn’t hugged him since he was a crying child being woken by nightmares of his mother’s death. And he knows his father loves him, but he also sometimes fears that he simply isn’t enough. He wasn’t enough to save his father from drinking himself into a stupor and he wasn’t enough for Tauriel, even if he’s now old enough to realize it wasn’t love he felt for her in the first place, but a deep respect and fierce friendship. And a deep part of him thinks he wasn’t enough to save his mother, despite only being a child when she died in battle. And so there’s the Legolas who grew up in Mirkwood surrounded by kin who tried to give him the best possible childhood, despite the mounting evil around them and the grief that he has endured. The Legolas who laughed freely and loved deeply, because his father wasn’t always closed off, wasn’t always too lost in himself to function. But there’s also the Legolas who used to sit outside his father’s door for hours, just waiting for the man to open it so that they could for once speak of the pain they were both in.

#like I truly think thranduil was a good dad #in that he was fiercely protective of Legolas and would have done anything to ensure his safety #but I also think he never properly dealt with his grief #and because he let it consume him so much it often meant he couldn’t see the hurt his son was going through #legolas #thranduil #lotr #lotr elves #the hobbit #tolkien

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side-shuffling-hyperfixations · 1 year

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@febuwhump DAY 23: “You’ll Have to Go Through Me”

Tauriel confronts King Thranduil as he prepares to abandon the Dwarves to their deaths. When Thranduil threatens to kill her for her defiance, Legolas stands firmly between them.

#the hobbit #thranduil #tauriel #legolas greenleaf #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday23 #you'll have to go through me #whump #angst #defiance #protectiveness #gif #tolkien

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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Fun fact about me, when I was a LotR-obsessed teenager I decided to send a 'Top 20' list of LotR characters to a clickbait site with a big facebook page. I was 14 and had very shallow reasons for liking/disliking them so it was a very subjective mess. (I used to hate Frodo 😭 and think Hobbits were stupid and boring 😭😭) But the page posted it. I was so stoked that this Big Important Facebook Page thought I had valid opinions!

Then the angry comments obviously flooded in. For years afterwards, I would just about die of cringe any time I remembered how I'd put Legolas above just about every other character (exposing my massive crush on him and making a fool of myself on the Internet.)

What helped me make my peace with this harrowing experience was realizing years later that whoever had approved my submission had probably been salivating over the negative backlash it was going to generate. Because obviously that's the whole point of 'Top 20' lists and big "fan" websites - not to actually present and defend a view but to publish absolute garbage and let people angrily refresh your page 10 times so they can tear each other to pieces in the comments and you can effortlessly make money off of ads.

Really wish I'd known that as a kid but it does make me feel better knowing my humiliation wasn't actually due to my cringe take (and cringe it was) but to some lazy jerks setting me up.

#now i have self esteem and i know how to argue a point and i STILL think legolas is an absolute sweetheart #i mean he's also a huge bastard but i love him and i'll protect him

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shy-blue-blossom · 1 year

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Protect

Galadriel/Celeborn

Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were expecting their first child and couldn't wait to hold them. While they were thinking of names, a close friend of theirs had a little boy of their own.

A couple of months later Galadriel had given birth to their little bundle of joy. A nurse came in holding a small bundle of blankets. The nurse went up to Galadriel and placed the bundle into her arms.

"Congratulations, m'lord and m'lady, you have a daughter." The nurse told them.

They looked at the little girl in Galadriel's arms and a smile graced their faces as they saw her sleeping.

Time skip

It had been over two thousand years since then and the little elfling is now a beautiful h/c hair and e/c eyed she-elf. Her name, y/n princess of Lothlórien.

She was reading a book when she heard a song being played for a dear friend of her mother and father.

Gandalf.

Gandalf the grey.

She stood up and made her way down to her parents and saw them talking to Haldir, their friend's son.

"Nana, Ada?" She called to them and they turned to her.

"What's the matter the Iellig?" Celeborn asked her as he walked to her. (My daughter.)

"Why are you playing a song for Gandalf?" She asked them.

Before they could answer an elf came and asked for her and she left with them, but not before kissing her parent's cheeks. As she was following the elf they showed her the gardens, as they needed her help. She thanked the elf and they left her to think of a solution. She didn't notice the elf watching her as she thought of what to do.

"It's been awhile Lady y/n." The elf spoke.

She turned around to see the prince of Mirkwood standing behind her wearing a silver tunic. A smile made its way onto her as she stood up and ran to him. He caught her and hold her tightly s he smiled.

"Meleth nin, how I have longed to see you." The elf told her while pulling back to look at her face. (My love.)

"Me too, a'maelamin Legolas." She said while smiling up at him, her eyes tearing up. (My beloved.)

When they started to fall he kissed them away with gentle pecks. They talked about what they have been doing while apart.

"Meleth nin." Legolas suddenly spoke in the silent gardens. (My love.)

"Yes?" She questioned as she looked at him.

"I am to carry on my journey and before I do, I want to marry you." Legolas started. "I have already got your parents permission, but would you spend the rest of entirety with me? Would you marry me tonight?" Legolas finished as he looked into her eyes.

All that y/n could do was nod her head as tears began to stream down her cheeks as she jumped onto his lap to hug him. Legolas wiped them away as a light voice congratulated them. When y/n turned, she saw her mother and father.

"Ada, Nana, thank you." She thanked them, as they hugged her after she had stood up to hug them.

Galadriel and Celeborn watched them get married. Once they were, they spent the night together and woke up in each other's arms.

"Be careful on the journey and come back to me." Y/n said to Legolas as she helped him get ready to leave.

"I could never leave my one on middle-earth without me next to her." He explained with her face gently in his hands.

She nodded her head as she learned into his touch, with her eyes closed. When she opened them to look up at him, he was watching her with love and admiration. He put his forehead against hers and whispered...

"Gi melin. Uuma dela, av-'Osto. Elen sila lumenn omentilmo. Na lû e-govaned vîn." Legolas told her, which made a small smile make it's way onto her face. (I love you. Don’t worry, don’t fear. A star shell shine on our next hour of meeting. Until next we meet.)

"Gi melin. Aa'menealle nauva calen ar' malta. Tenna' ento lye omenta!" She whispered back. (I love you. May your ways be green and golden. Until next we meet!)

Legolas closed the space between them and gave her a passionate kiss before leaving. When she was left alone, she nearly broke down into tears. But she did not.

Y/n didn't realise someone was knocking at her door as she was to busy inside her head. She only noticed when her father stepped into the room.

"Ada?" She looked at him confused, as he looked at her with concern. "What is the matter?" She asked.

He explained to her that she had been in her room all morning and she had missed breakfast and it was time for lunch. Before he let her leave, he asked her if there was anything wrong. She explained to him that there was nothing wrong and that she had just been thinking about what has happened over the years and yet to come. Celeborn chuckled at that and led her to her mother.

The mother and father protected their daughter and they would kept doing so until their very last breath, they set sail to the undying lands, or she was reunited with her husband.

That is what they did.

When the one ring was destroyed, they took her to Aragorn's coronation to be with her husband. Once Legolas seen her, he had ran up to her and tightly hugged her. Aragorn was introduced to her.

Galadriel, Celeborn and y/n were then told of Haldir fall in battle. Y/n had cried, since she has seen him as an older brother. Galadriel had to take her somewhere else to calm her down,

"Iellig, why are you crying? Do you think your older brother would like that?" Galadriel tried to calm her told and y/n smiled when Galadriel had said Haldir was her brother. (My daughter.)

She shook her head no, then hugged her mother.

"Gi melin, Nana." Y/n whispers to Gardens as she was hugged back. (I love you, mother.)

Soon Celeborn came and found them hugging. He hugged both of them as he kissed their heads.

"Gi melin, Ada." Y/n whispers to Celeborn. (I love you, father.)

"Gi melin, Iellig." Both Galadriel and Celeborn whispers at the same time. (I love you, my daughter.)

The end.

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#x reader #reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #x daughter reader #legolas x reader #Galadriel x daughter reader #galadriel x reader #celeborn x reader #Celeborn x daughter reader #celeborn x galadriel #galadriel x celeborn #x daughter!reader #protect

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tragedykery · 10 months

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it’s sooo fucked up that boromir’s last words were “I’ve failed.” literally sooososo fucked up

#lotrposting #it’s interesting how the scene in the movie & specifically what boromir says differs from the book tho #I mean they made it more dramatic for the film obviously but also the speech in which he essentially accepts aragorn as the/his king #while in the book he specifically calls the people of minas tirith his Own people; not aragorn’s #elli rambles #also fun fact I watched the fellowship of the ring with my brother a few days ago #and after boromir’s death scene my brother (who normally thinks shipping is stupid and I always try to make everything gay)#said ‘okay yeah I ship them now’#and he seemed pretty serious? so gay win 🌈💖 (getting my brother who is occasionally homophobic by accident (often either bc he wants to #annoy me or just by virtue of being a thirteen year old cishet boy)) to ship two guys #anyway. I’m not even especially fond of the lad (he’s. fine. shrug. good for showing the power & danger of the ring even on good people)#but this is soo evil to me. he redeemed himself through fighting for merry & pippin (or at least if you see it like that) but his last #thought was that he’d died in dishonour and as a failure #he couldn’t withstand the power of the ring and couldn’t return to protect his home #also aragorn choosing to keep boromir’s betrayal a secret so that it wouldn’t tarnish gimli and legolas’s memory of him…#tolkien

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faerune · 2 years

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— WIP DAY

Tagged by the lovely @arklay to share a snippet from one of my WIPs! Thank you bud 🥰

Tagging: @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @solasan, @arborstone, @faarkas, @aartyom, @risingsh0t, @dihardys, @jackiesarch, @arthrmorgann, @leviiackrman, and @lvllns!

“You seem to not like me.”

Ceridwen looked to find him studying her evenly. It wasn’t an accusation, an inquiry more like. Her lips parted when she realized and her muscles uncoiled.

“No, that’s not…,” Ceridwen sighed and ran her hand over her forehead, leaving a smear of dirt there unbeknownst to her. She stared at him for a moment to gather her courage and hold her tongue. Aragorn had not been shy about gently, firmly in his way, reminding her to play nice.

“I apologize.”

“For not liking me?” Legolas smiled.

Ceridwen huffed and pursed her lips together, “No. I apologize for giving the impression I did not like you.”

“So you are fond of me then,” Legolas teased.

“You are insufferable.”

“You are far too enjoyable to fluster.”

Ceridwen balked and watched Legolas flit down the other side of the hill, branches clutched underneath his arm as if he was walking on air.

#emily got tagged #writing*#ceridwen is just independent and stand-offish and protective of aragorn #....the 80 something year old man #it's ridiculous but dont tell her that #but she has a hard time trusting people anyways particularly legolas who is so hard to figure out #ship: thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more

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lycheebird · 2 years

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Read a universe hopping Jc Tolkien au on ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39758655/chapters/99539877) and it made me think of the thranduil and jiang cheng similarities so here is a thrandyish jiang cheng

#jiang cheng #the untamed #mdzs #cql #art #my art #these two have a lot in common #thrandy and jc I mean #clans slaughtered #protective of their people as a result #overprotective of the people they raised also as a result #does this mean jl is legolas in this #tolkien au #yes yes it does #also jc wears silver but respectfully gold is sexier on warm skin tones so gold it is #mo dao zu shi

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legolasghosty · 2 years

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“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” + Reggie/anyone? Plz and thank you!

Hello! Some Boggie for you, cause I swear that's the only Reggie ship I can successfully write, lol! Hope you like it!

Something was wrong with Reggie. Bobby couldn’t put his finger on the cause, but something was wrong. He’d been watching his boyfriend ever since homeroom when Reggie had startled at the teacher calling his name while taking attendance. Since then, Reggie had shied away from every shoulder that brushed his in the hallways, stayed silent through math despite it being his best and favorite subject, and spent as much time in physical contact with Bobby or the other boys as possible. Bobby certainly didn’t mind the contact, he loved any excuse to lean against his space heater of a boyfriend, but Reggie was usually more the type to wrap his arm around Bobby’s waist than to curl into his side like he was hiding from something. And when Bobby asked if he was alright, he kept pasting on that smile that Bobby knew was fake and saying he was fine.

After school, they all got into Alex’s sedan to drive over to Bobby’s studio for band practice and homework. Bobby had been counting on Reggie relaxing and opening up about whatever was bothering him once it was just the four of them alone, but he was out of luck. Reggie just hopped into the passenger’s seat where he usually sat and proceed to speak as little as possible. By that point, Alex and Luke had picked up on the issue as well, both of them shooting concerned looks at Reggie and questioning ones at Bobby throughout the ten-minute drive. All Bobby could do was shrug and return to carefully watching his boyfriend.

Bobby and Alex were able to talk Luke into spending some time on homework before they started band practice, so they all settled into their usual spots, Luke perching cross-legged on the edge of the armchair, Alex on the floor in a position that none of them could even attempt but he insisted was comfortable, and Bobby and Reggie on the couch. But instead of throwing his legs into Bobby’s lap and leaning back against the armrest, Reggie sat down next to him and laid his head on his shoulder as he opened his pre-calculus book.

Bobby wrapped an arm around his shoulders, turning his head to whisper, “Hey, seriously, what’s going on?” into his hair.

“I’m fine,” Reggie hummed back, forcing another quick smile before focusing on his homework.

“You sure?” Alex asked, ignoring his own chemistry work.

“Of course,” Reggie insisted, the words counteracted by the way he curled against Bobby, molding himself into his side like he wanted to disappear. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We don’t know why,” Luke sighed, leaning forward. “That’s why we’re asking.”

“Nothing is wrong,” Reggie stated, voice shaking just a bit. “Let’s just… get our homework done.”

Bobby bit his lip, debating whether he should push it or not. Clearly Reggie was lying, but Bobby didn’t want to force him to talk. Finally, he gave one quick nod to the other boys, then turned to look down at the battered copy of Twelfth Night he had to get through. He didn’t remove his arm from Reggie’s shoulders though, and Reggie made no attempt to move away.

Once the four of them had gotten through the work they needed to finish before the following day, Luke dragged them all up to start practicing. And that was where Bobby finally snapped. Because Reggie flinched away from the first thump of Alex’s kick drum and was clearly hesitant to even touch the strings of his own beloved bass.

“Reggie-” he started, setting down his guitar, but Reggie cut him off.

“I’m fine!” the bassist exclaimed.

“What do you mean, you’re fine?” Bobby yelled, overwhelmed with concern and frustration. “You are not ‘fine’!”

Reggie’s shoulders flew up to his ears and he took a full step back, looking like he wanted to hide in his loose, red flannel. Bobby was startled to realize that, for the first time all day, Reggie wanted to hide from him. It only took a moment of asking himself why to figure it out: he’d yelled.

And then the whole thing made sense, the flinching at loud noises and his name, the hiding from unfamiliar contact, the silence, the clinginess, Bobby knew what was going on: Reggie’s parents had been fighting again. And from how Reggie was acting, it must have been bad.

“Hey, I’m sorry for yelling,” Bobby said softly, holding up his hands in an attempt to show he was harmless. Reggie just stared at him, still wary. “I love you, Reg,” Bobby continued, taking a step closer to his boyfriend. “I just want to help you, I promise.”

Reggie nodded slowly, then took a few steps forward and fell into Bobby’s waiting embrace.

“They’re fighting again?” Bobby asked. He didn’t have to clarify who. Reggie just nodded again and buried his face in Bobby’s neck.

Bobby muttered soft reassurances into his hair as his boyfriend slowly relaxed in his arms. A quick glance over Reggie’s shoulder got Luke and Alex scrambling to fold out that old, beat-up couch into more of a bed. Once it seemed to be safe enough, Bobby guided Reggie slowly down onto it, leaning against the back and letting the bassist curl up in his lap. Luke and Alex stayed back uncertainly, not sure if the extra contact they could provide would help, or if it would just make things worse.

“Do you want me to kick the guys out?” Bobby asked Reggie.

Reggie looked up at Luke and Alex, then smiled a bit. “Stay?” he requested.

“Of course,” Luke responded immediately, dropping down onto the couch beside them and snuggling against Reggie’s side.

Alex was a bit slower, but settled down on Reggie’s other side with an easy smile. “We got you, Reg.” And maybe they stayed there, all curled up around their bassist, till long after it had gotten dark. Maybe Alex slipped up to the house and got them all some food and they all slept together that night. As much as Bobby usually wasn’t a fan of how warm it was surrounded by all of his bandmates for hours on end, he was dead set on proving to Reggie that family didn’t just have to be who you were born to. They were a family, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep his boyfriend and brothers safe.

#and there we have it #boggie #bobby shaw #reggie peters #with a healthy dose of band family on the side #cause how could I not?#I love them #protective bobby my beloved #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #jatp #legolas tag #legolas ask

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the-flying-lemur-monkey · 1 year

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House of the Dragon has NO BUSINESS looking so good when it’s just about a bunch of murder Hapsburgs 😭

I have not ventured into watching it yet but YouTube shorts has granted me the knowledge that the characters are friggin HOT and there are DRAGONS

what more could a girl ask for?? It’s badassery and beauty conjoined with my favorite fire breathing lovelies what’s there to want..?

OOOH BOY

I want them to not marry their cousins or uncles OR FUCKING SIBKIBGS WHAT THE HELL😭😭😭😭😭

#why did the HOD version of Luna Lovegood have to marry her shit brother #Aegon is a menace #so is aemond #though he’s a hot menace #pirate Legolas really killed his cute little cousin #AND FOR WHAT #WHY #LUCERYS HAS THE CUTEST LITTLE FACE AND LAD GOT SLAUGHTERED #Rhaenyra please marry me #I’ll protect your kids better than your admittedly hot uncle ever could #why even watch the show at this point I already know everything important #and pardon me #pirate Legolas is Luke skywalker’s uncle #not cousin #house of the dragon #I guess

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annihilatedthenightstalker · 2 months

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It kind of wrecks me when the media reduces Legolas to the overpowered hot guy who defies gravity.

Like...

Did we watch the same movies?

Not only is this guy just an insanely honorable and fierce member of the Fellowship, but he's an infinitely heartfelt and dedicated friend. He would go to the ends of the earth to follow Aragorn, to save Merry and Pippin, to fight in the name of Frodo Baggins.

He's lost his mother, he was raised by a grieving and emotionally absent father, he was sheltered from the rest of the world for years, he went from insulting and threatening dwarves to protecting and practically EXISTING for one. Not to mention everything he did post war of the ring, uniting his people yet removing himself from his royal status??

And just to think, he has to grapple with immortality. To other elves it doesn't matter, but to him, his entire life has become these mortal friends he's grown to call family. And he has to go on living while they all slowly die.

And yeah, he's a fucking INSANE FIGHTER. Like BEYOND REASON.

I get that to the dude bros he's just a hot guy for the girls to thirst over but in reality he's just as complex as the rest of them and I'd really like for us to acknowledge it for once.

#dont even get me started on him and his bf #oh yeah yk that guy i called ugly that one time? hes my husband now #yeah i bet you think dwarves are ugly legolas #i can make 50 posts about this #legolas #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #peter jackson #middle earth

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meadowsofmay · 6 months

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holy fucking fuck i miss writing legolas and now my lovely moot reminded my about him because yes he is a crown prince and let's be honest the council are having a hard time with him because he is an absolute copy of his parents' behavior when they were young and they don't know how to counter that once he grew up enough to have his opinion

#i need to finish setting up my rp acc so i would finally be able to play as legolas #and maybe if i'll lucky indulge in getting him hurt while he protects mirkwood #and stuff like that yea #i miss my elf prince #legolas #lotr #may rambles

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shirefantasies · 4 months

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How would the fellowship, Thorin, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Arwen and Eomer react to someone they like who always calls everyone by cute names like ‘love’, ‘babe’, ‘hon’, ‘darling’ etc.

Oooh, good question! I’m going to split this up into LoTR & The Hobbit imagines for the whole casts if that’s all right 😄

LoTR Characters When You Call Everyone Pet Names

Aragorn

His favorite part of your habit, in all honesty, is other people’s reactions. The first time you do it to him he sort of quirks up a brow, but others take it more extremely, offense or otherwise. He gets protective, though, if those others respond taking it too far. He’ll step in front of you if they start flirting with you or try to touch you unbidden even if you’re just friends at that point. No matter who in his group that is, unacceptable. At the use of a regular name slid into the flows of your conversation, something akin to "Oh, honey, you have no idea", his lips quirk up and privately he wonders if you’ve ever meant it.

Legolas

Your first meeting is you brushing past him at Rivendell with an "Excuse me, darling". Needless to say he stares after you with wide eyes because you must know him, but from where? Then you greet Elrond with an enthusiastic "Sweetheart, how I have missed you", and while the Lord of Imladris appears aware of the affront, he is also amused. Clearly this is simply your manner. Because of this, he accepts it without much overthought, though your pet names never fail to bring a smile to the elf prince's lips.

Boromir

The kindness you show him almost breaks him- is he worthy of your honeyed words? "Easy, dear heart, the troubles you carry are not even your own, are they?" The part of him tempted to lash out almost wins, but at the end of the day, you are right. All he can do is shake his head. He's heard you say call such sweet names before, but alongside your other words they pierce his heart like nothing before. He bids you sit by his side. "Wish me to speak or to listen?" You ask, and that is when Boromir knows he has fallen for you.

Gimli

"Who are you calling sweetheart, darling?" Offended as he may be, Gimli also takes it as a challenge of sorts, leaning in closer with smug satisfaction. It becomes a sort of tension for you both, an odd banter of affectionate nicknames tossed out even with the bloodiest challenges. "Cut his head off, Gimli darling!" "Wouldn't dream of doing any less, dear!" Gimli begins getting offended as your habit pops out with others, asking you pointedly what you think you're doing calling the elf sweetheart. "What's he done to earn that, eh?" Leaning in, your noses almost brushing, you give him a smile dripping with smug mock-sweetness. "I thought you didn't enjoy being called that." "Well," he crosses his arms stubbornly, eyes falling away from yours, "I suppose I've gotten used to it now."

Frodo

"Frodo, my sweet, please eat just a bit more for me, I worry so." Frodo's heart does a somersault- he's made sure notice of your habit by now, heard you speak your darlings and sweethearts aplenty. You often said it to tease the others when spirits were light or when you cared for them, but that was not all. The words my sweet were reserved for him. Everyone else got a plethora, it seemed, but him, and it vexed him in the best way possible, twisting his heart like nothing else. The sound of it was like a balm to Frodo, and he dared hope it held the meaning he dearly wished it to, for he was too shy to ask it of you just yet.

Sam

“Sam, love, pass me the ladle, if you please.” Samwise, thinking his heart might burst from his chest and run right up to you, pauses, speaks carefully. “What was that?” He asks, your name falling softly, almost delicately, from his lips. He’d heard the way you tease people before, usually addressing them as ‘my dear’. This was something else. The smile you gave him in response, too, was practically enough to kill him- could you tell? “I just asked if I might borrow the ladle, love.” Yep, the jig was up now.

Merry

“It’s got to be some sort of custom.” “That or you’ll be very, very wrong.” You arched a private brow over Merry and Pippin’s back-and-forth whispering, but thought nothing more of it until your next interaction with the blonde hobbit. “Merry, sweetheart, what are you doing?” Looking up from his knife, he held up a small chunk of wood with a strangely cocky grin. “Just a bit of whittling, dear.” Something about the roguish look he gave you, the confidence with which he adopted your habit, had your heart fluttering; you faltered a bit in your response before you sat at his side. Unbeknownst to you, he was elbowing Pippin triumphantly on the other side.

Pippin

His heart soars the first time he hears you call him honey. No matter what attacks you or what happens that day, day made. Then he hears you saying "No put that down, Merry sweetheart" and it all comes crashing to the ground because he’d gotten it into his head that he was special- was he wrong? He had to have been. When the words so easily pass between your lips again, this time in the form of '"Gimli dear, let me see that", hurt mingles with realization of your manner- that is just how you are. Moments pass, thoughts drifting by as clouds deciding whether or not to storm, before Pippin makes up his mind: he'll make known his interest, try everything he can until he truly does stand out.

Faramir

Publicly he barely humors it, trying to keep a tough face when his seniors or especially his father are present. Privately? It amuses him. Pleases his heart to see one with light spirits in the face of everything. Your ways make you something of an anchor, a reminder why he does the things that he does. You make Faramir laugh and he knows Boromir enjoys your company too- the three of you together form an escape that reminds Faramir of his younger days. And perhaps that happiness you always brings him has slowly metamorphosed, glimmering with hope every time you call him dear.

Eomer

This man, a military leader, and you call him honey? Eomer is shaken up honestly. He can’t even be annoyed because he’s too busy freezing with a slight frown upon his face. Wits coming back about him, he opens his mouth to question you, ask in his blunt way why you address him so... then you turn around and call his sister my dearest and oh, perhaps he was truly overthinking it. He laughs it off, swears to put it out of his head...but the mental image of you calling him a name of endearment plays over and over again whether he wills it or not.

Haldir

“And what has our precious jewel brought to us now?” Since discovering Haldir bristled a bit at your little names, you had decided to find the most ridiculous ones possible for the marchwarden. It worked every time, too, judging by the furrow of his brow. “They go to the Lady of Lórien,” he replied simply, not to be goaded so easily. The man he seemed to know the best, the ranger, exchanged looks of amusement with you. “And what do you have to say for yourself, my dear?” You asked the man. Just as you suspected, Haldir’s expression darkened a bit further- perhaps he had gotten a bit more used to his names than he let on. At that, you couldn’t help a chuckle and a smirk.

Eowyn

Though she may not voice it, she is questioning of your ways at first because she has firsthand experience of people using words as weapons, saying whatever they can to influence others’ will. So sure, call her dear but you will get nothing of her she does not want to give. The day this changes is actually when you call her brother a pet name and he’s shocked and the wide look in her eyes has both of you laughing in a way you usually do not. She envies your carefree ways and from that moment on enjoys basking in them. It is impossible to help the way her heart gives a little flutter whenever a 'dear' or 'my darling' is directed her way, however...

Arwen

The surprise she fixes you with upon playfully addressing her as ‘my pretty’ encourages you, if you are being honest. It’s a pleasant look, flattered and floored, that you think a lady like Arwen deserves to make again and again. As a result, while everyone else gets a casual darling or dear, you make it your mission to fluster Arwen as much as possible. “Ah, treasure, how has this day treated you so far?” She flushes. “…Well, I say. Thank you. And I wish you to know that you are no less than you say I am. The way you speak to me? It can also be said of yourself.”

Elrond

You are caring. Parental. As a father of three, Elrond appreciates the way you speak gently and warmly. Assist his healed patients with soft whispers of be free of your pain, dear heart. As he granted you leave to use his name rather than My Lord you still slip up at times…until it becomes quite the opposite and a good night, dear slips from your lips upon parting for the evening. Elrond accepts and assures your every apology with an affectionate smile, shocking himself with the realization that his feelings for you are much stronger than he had allowed himself awareness of.

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