#silvan ocs

[myceliumelium]

I feel like the third age mirkwood elves deserve some more human inspired looks. I think they deserve to have made good friends with lake town and the dale folk before them.

#art #silmarillion #tolkien #the hobbit #mirkwood #greenwood the great #elves #silvans #lotr elves #thell's ocs

[meluiloth]

Mirkwood Elves

POV: you’ve stumbled into the Elvenking’s feast for the third time (because you were starving) and they’re fed up with you

I’m super super happy with how this drawing turned out!! Started out as a just-for-fun sketch of some guards for my wip fan fiction, Misfit, but I really liked the sketch so I just threw on some base colors to spice things up and then … I just kept going and ended up with this! The first project I’ve actually completed, start to finish, in months, and I am so proud of myself.

These two aren’t canon characters or ocs (yet?) but sometimes it’s just nice to draw a character without the pressure of getting their looks exactly right. It’s fun to go in without a plan and see where the road takes you.

Sketch:

#art #my art #lord of the rings #fanart #mirkwood #lotr elves #tolkien elves #mirkwood elves #the hobbit #the silmarillion #oc: findoron #Silvan elves #Original character #Misfit

[sotwk]

The Baker from Lórien (Haldir gen ficlet)

Summary: A visitor from Lórien brings some excitement to the kitchens of the Elvenking's palace.

Word count: 1.1k

Content: Pure fluffy randomness, mother-son relationship, toddler Legolas

Rating: General (no warnings apply)

To Read on AO3: Link

A/N: I wrote this ficlet purely on a whim; I had no plans or strategy for it going in. It could be nonsense, or I could be onto something. XD It's most likely going to stay a random SotWK AU one-shot, but who knows. I pretty much just wanted to finally write any story featuring Haldir, whom I love dearly and firmly believe was one of the most desired bachelors east of the Mountains. Special thanks to my friend @creativity-of-death who inspired the concept of a Baker Haldir long ago!

Headcanons about Haldir in the SotWK AU: Any questions you might have about the background history in this fic would be answered HERE.

The Baker from Lórien

Third Age 246 Spring

Bar Lasgalen, the Palace of the Elvenking

“Down and forward, turn, and fold over. Repeat. Remember to use the heel of your hand--this part, right here.”

The lump of dough felt pleasantly squishy in Legolas’s hands, and only with great self-restraint did the four-year-old elfling manage to resist playing with it like modeling clay, instead of following his instructor’s example. With eyes narrowed in determined concentration, he watched the steadily working hands of the elf across the table from him. After just a minute or so of observation, he began to mimic the brisk kneading motion.

“Yes, good! That is very good.” The visitor from Lórien seemed pleased, albeit surprised, by how quickly the child caught on.  

Legolas beamed at the ellon’s praise, and held the smooth ball of dough up high over his head in triumph. “Is it ready for the oven now?”

“Not quite.” The silver-haired ellon took the dough from Legolas and checked it with a few expert prods of his fingers. “It needs time to rest and rise. An hour at least, although up to three is much better, and then we can reshape it into loaves. Then it must rest again, before it can be baked.” 

“Three hours?!” Legolas exclaimed, already dismissive of whatever other steps came after. “Does bread really take that long to make every time?”

“The loaves should be fresh and hot out of the oven just in time for your Highness’s breakfast.” Legolas watched as his dough ball was placed into a large pan next to five others and covered with a dish cloth.  

“And a delicious breakfast is best preceded by a sound night’s sleep, is it not?” The voice that came from the kitchen doorway made Legolas scramble off his stool. He smiled sheepishly at his nursemaid, Ninniel, as she entered with a knowing smile and firm shake of her head for him.

The older ellon spoke up. “My apologies, Emmë. I should have realized the hour was too late.”

“It’s all right. It appears some valuable learning has been accomplished here, at least.” Ninniel took in the rather comical sight of her grown son towering next to her not-at-all-grown charge, both of them dusted in flour, and felt all her exasperation melt away. She dipped a tea towel into the washing basin and set to work wiping the sticky residue off Legolas’s fingers. 

“Will you come and get me when my loaf is finished baking, Halidr?”

“Well…” Haldir of Lórien glanced hesitantly at his mother. He was still unsure what to make of Thranduil’s sons, who all behaved without any regard or perhaps even awareness of their social rank. Legolas, in particular, had been unabashed in his fascination with Haldir ever since his arrival at Bar Lasgalen. Today was merely the first day of a month-long, overdue visit to his parents, and most of it had passed with the little prince turning up wherever Haldir happened to be, armed with a constant stream of questions. “It really is not my place to--”

“When your bread comes out of the oven, I will wake you to come and have it for  breakfast, with me and Haldir,” Ninniel interjected smoothly. “But the sooner you get to bed, the sooner you can rise refreshed for a new day, yes?”

“That sounds excellent!” Legolas threw his hands up, and wriggled his hips in a little sort of dance. “I shall be back in a few hours, Haldir! Please take care of my bread!” he called out to the bemused elf before bounding out the door. 

“Are you still finding everything all right, dearest?” Ninniel swept a light hand over her son’s broad back. In one touch she could tell Haldir was fairly relaxed, as she had hoped he would gradually become. Her eldest had always been the most serious of her children, and his nature only grew graver as the ages passed and the memories of hard years weighed on him. It had been far too long since his last visit to Eryn Galen, so rarely could he be persuaded to leave his post at the March, and Ninniel hoped the brief holiday away would be restful for his spirit. 

“Yes, everyone here at the palace has been… quite attentive.” Haldir smiled and planted a swift kiss over his mother’s hair. “The prince’s arrival sent them scurrying off, I fear, but I do not think he seemed to mind or notice.”

Ninniel shook her head. “The only thing they were running from was their own embarrassment,” she said. “I will let you return to your work, my love. Legolas and I will be back soon.”

And indeed, as soon as she exited the kitchen, she encountered the gaggle of young kitchen maids waiting in the hall, preparing to re-enter now that the royal Highness had left and gone to bed. 

“Lady Ninniel,” they curtsied to her, appearing only mildly abashed by her witness to their obvious intentions. But this was a small phenomenon Ninniel had grown accustomed to over the years, for it became clear early on that her handsome son elicited rather strong reactions from elleths, often without any encouragement. 

“My lady, if we may…” one of the girls blurted out. “We were wondering… that is, we wanted to make certain… do you know whether or not Lord Haldir…”

“He is not a lord, and he would not appreciate being addressed as one,” Ninniel corrected gently. “And as far as I know, he is not engaged, involved, or taken with anyone at present.” She gazed at the line of hopeful faces and pressed her lips to smother a chuckle. “Any of you are welcome to try and draw his interest, if that is your wish.”

But best of luck, indeed. Ninniel sighed as she departed, leaving the sounds of pitchy giggling behind her as the pack descended on her oblivious son. Whether there was any chance of a maiden in all of the Woodland Realm catching Haldir of Lórien’s eye, much less his elusive heart, she did not know. That hope had certainly not borne any fruit in over a thousand years of matchmaking attempts. But any diversion, any added source of joy outside of his work, his books, or his baking, could only be a good thing. 

Anything beyond that--dare say a betrothal, a marriage, or even a new precious grandchild--was something Ninniel was prepared to be completely surprised with. But a mother will always hope.

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[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Heigh comparisons for the elves in my “pushing my miriel and thranduil are twins agenda” and “4 silvan sibs” au.

Cloudryad looks so small, but she’s one of the only ones to have a normal height.

Oropher is a tall boy, and only slightly shorter than his nephew elwe.

Miriel and thranduil are identical twins, except thranduil’s trans so of course they’re the same height.

Lasgen somehow being the exact height of her father was interesting.

Lirion got some of those oropher genes, though not enough to break 7ft.

Kleoyia’s still resonably tall for most people, but she’s on the shorter side of the family.

Legolas is eternally pissed for not only being the youngest but also the shortest of his siblings.

#shamelessly pushing my ‘miriel and thranduil are twins agenda’ #4 silvan sibs au #cloudryad #oropher #miriel #thranduil #lasgen #lirion #kleoyia #legolas #oc height chart #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr elves #silmarillion #the hobbit

[alastyr-not-alastair]

My silly little oc Sterling… I can’t wait to make his life even worse…

Secret third image that I haven’t bothered to actually finish drawing but this is Goop, goop is Sterling a long time into the future

#Sterling oc #sterling silvan #his name is a pun #love you Sterling #you end up as an eldritch horror being #that canonically doesn’t use pronouns #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd oc #dnd character #my art

[citrusro]

#oc: tawaren #man I've missed him #the BOY #art #digital art #elf oc #tolkien elf #silvan elf #lotr #the hobbit #original character

[weezlbot]

Tl;dr: Tauriel as a descendant of Feanor

The Feanorian troops are routed from Sirion. Finally. 

Elwing is gone. Earendil is gone. The little princes are taken, and even if they are not dead, they’re lost. Oropher coordinates clean-ups of the dead bodies. So many unmarked graves.

One of the dead is identified as the wife of Amras, the youngest Feanorian. She lies dead in a ditch, her neck crushed by a horse’s hoof, her dress torn and dirty...

... and a tiny screaming bundle still clutched in her rigor mortised arms. 

Oropher takes the infant, frigid, filthy and starving but otherwise unhurt. Against all odds, he finds a wet-nurse for the babe, cleans and warms him, and eventually gets him adopted by a friend of his. The friend names him Athaedil, 

Athaedil grows up into a fine young man. Tall and slim, with fiery red hair, freckles and a noble, extroverted disposition. He is never told about his real parents, and is raised Sindar. When he does eventually discover he’s adopted, he is told that his parentage is unknown--that his parents died nameless. Eventually, he moves with Oropher to the Greenwood and remains a friend of the family, Thranduil’s friend especially.

The Last Alliance happens. Oropher dies. Thranduil takes over as King. 

Athaedil marries a nice girl, a daughter of a powerful Silvan lord. He gives her the epesse of Fainladh, the White Tree, as she is tall and slim with thick, pure white hair. A few years later, she falls pregnant. Eventually, they have a little girl of their own.

Her name is Tauriel.

When Tauriel is still young, Athaedil and Fainladh are ambushed during a routine patrol. Thranduil hears the commotion and arrives, driving off the giant spiders, but he’s too late. Athaedil is critically injured. 

Thranduil orders the healers to focus on him, but Athaedil says it’s too late, and to focus on Fainladh, who is less injured and could still be saved. The healers group onto Fainladh and leave Athaedil with Thranduil.

Thranduil takes Athaedil in his arms, cradling him gently as he struggles for breath. Athaedil manages to creak out a “Take care of Tauriel” before he draws his final breath. 

Thranduil closes Athaedil’s eyes and they bury him snug in the roots of a large tree. Fainladh passes soon after from her own wounds, and she is laid by his side. 

Thranduil raises Tauriel as his own charge. He tells her she is Silvan, like her mother was. Tells her her father was the son of an old friend, adopted and of unknown heritage. He raises her in what he thinks is the “proper” way--Sindar for official business, Silvan for socializing with commoners and having fun at parties. If you asked Tauriel herself, she’d probably call herself Silvan. 

Thranduil’s worst fear is that Tauriel might someday find out who her real grandfather was. The Feanorians hang over Thranduil, specters of childhood fears, and he really, really wants to discourage any connections between his hot-headed, reckless charge and her kinslaying ancestors. 

Anyway, that’s why I think Tauriel is Like That. It’s in her blood. Her impulsivity, her hot-headedness, her willingness to solve problems with violence. Her red hair, when that’s such a rare trait. She’s Feanor’s great-granddaughter!

#Tauriel #the hobbit tauriel #violence #violence tw #death #ocs #feanorians #amras #ambarussa #amras's wife #oropher #thranduil #sindar #noldor #mirkwood #giant spiders #spiders #silvan elves #thinking about Tauriel again #I think I like this hc #It really doesn't make sense that Feanor only had one grandkid #even if maedhros was gay #and celegorm never married #then that leaves FOUR other feanorians that could have #eventually #had a baby #are you really telling me that there isn't a single baby between four brothers? #celegorm never married for want of Luthien #that is #I do wonder if there's not some Maglorion/Magloriel or Ambarussion/Ambarussiel or Caranthirion/Caranthiriel running around out there

[stardustwoven]

Made a bracelet based off of Tinnuil!

#;; my art #tolkien #mirkwood elf #lotrt oc #silvan elves

[growingingreenwood]

Btw, did ferdam and galion ever get married to someone in your fics? 'cause I was rereading Loyalty, and in chapter 5 there is an elleth that seems to get Galion's attention, but we never hear (as far as I can remember) what happened (or if anything) between them.

And also we never hear about anyone that Ferdan might be interested, is he asexual/aromantic or smth? It seems to fit him ngl

Nope, they haven't! I’m genuinely not sure if I’ve ever posted anything about what happens with her, I know I’ve outlined it somewhere in my journals and stuff but it's getting so hard to remember exactly what details have made it into my writing. (Especially with Snippets)  But basically, nothing ends up happening between them. Galion becomes way too focused on looking after Thranduil/Legolas/Everyone else to pursue anything romantic after the fall of Amon Lanc, so she ends up kind of being a fleeting crush more or less. I will probably never write it but I think it's likely that Galion would get married in Valinor after everybody is all reunited and on their way to healing.  

Good guess!! Ferdan is indeed Asexual and Aromantic. His romantic and sexual preference is literally “No thanks, I’m good.” Instead he’s found a platonic life partner in Thranduil and through extension, Galion and Mereneth. Plus, he’s got all of his ‘kids’ to look after for the rest of eternity.

#answered asks #Haleigh speaks #tolkien headcanons #Haleighs greenwood #galion headcanons #Galion #Ferdan headcanon #Tolkien OC's #Tolkien #Silvan Elves

[cycas]

Naught but Memory

Arondir was born in Beleriand, by the river-mouth of Sirion. A short story with four watercolour paintings.

In Beleriand, at the mouth of the silver river Sirion, bright waves lap shimmering at the margins of a thousand tiny islands, girt with whispering reeds. Late spring under a warm sun, and the tall lilac spires of the clary sage sway in the sunlight, filling the air with a fresh herbal scent.

Arondir and his mother have gathered the sage flowers and set them in their hair.

Far to the North, across the wide plains, under dark peaks a terrible war is raging, yet here beside the numberless mouths of Sirion, wandering freely from the birchwoods of Nimbrethil to the willow-meads of Nan-tathren, a child of the Silvan elves tends a young sapling in peace.

The years pass, both very swift and very slow. Arondir’s people do not count the passing years for themselves but as the seasons pass like ripples in the long, long stream, the trees grow tall and the leaves long.

Where once a few families of Elves wandered under the stars, now many more have come, fleeing from the darkness in the North: from dragonfire and ruin, from orcs, and from red blades in the hands of their own kin. They have fled the darkening skies and sulphurous airs, and come here, where the light still lies glimmering upon the water at the river’s mouth, and the birch-leaves sway.

On the distant beach, two small children are playing with their mother: Elrond and Elros, twin half-elven children of Eärendil, who was born under the white towers of Gondolin before it fell, and Elwing, last princess of Doriath, and the inheritor of the gem of light, the precious Silmaril.

The refuge by the mouths of Sirion did not last long. Another year, and the red-handed sons of Fëanor came down on the haven by night, seeking to take the Silmaril by force. Arondir had been journeying through the woods. He looked back at the hidden haven behind him, and saw his home burn.

There were no more safe places nor quiet havens left in Beleriand. Morgoth’s hand spread fear all across the land, his orcs roaming freely under the dark of skies that were bitter with smoke from the three-peaked fortress-mountain, Thangorodrim.

Then at the last, out of the West came a great host, greater than any that had been seen or heard of before, and lightning was around them, and light shone in their eyes, and their banners were of white and of gold.

In that great war, which lasted over forty years, all the peoples fought: Elves and Men and Dwarves and also birds, and beasts and the Powers of the earth on either side.

When Arondir first braided up his hair to put on a war-helm, he hoped that Beleriand could be saved. That the river Sirion could run silver and green once more through willow-meads and wide scented meadows of sage, down among tall reeds under screaming gulls to meet the Sea.

But Morgoth was too strong: his dragons and his hosts were legion, and his necromancers set even the dead to fight for him. The land was ripped apart and ruined, and at last came the Sea, and drowned the Havens of Sirion deep, lost beneath the wave.

When he knew that Beleriand would be lost forever, Arondir cut his hair.

His land was no more, his family gone. All that was left to him were those beside whom he had fought through the long years of war.

When the King called for elves willing to go into the South, to watch over the lands where Morgoth’s Men had lived, Arondir had no home, nowhere he wished to go. He volunteered.

#Rings of Power #the rings of power #Arondir #lotr on prime #Or a story about a Silvan Elf OC #if you prefer #arty stuff #watercolours

[moderndaymadscientist]

Silvan ref sheet?

Silvan ref sheet.

Quality might be crunched, sorry.

Anyways, meet Dr. Silvan Aconite! A mad toxicologist with the eventual goal of creating the “Perfect Poison.” Why? Just to see if he can, really. He’s cocky, overconfident, and actually really sweet? Well, a certain someone knows his softer side, at least. Just watch your step in his lab. He still doesn’t know where those snakes got off to…

Also, uh. Body reference below cut. Shirtless warning.

Yeah, so I worked really hard on this, and am really happy with how it came out! I’m glad to see that I’m starting to improve! Thanks for sticking with me, guys! :]

Outlines over the hair is really just to show where the spots are, by the way. :]

#silvan aconite #my art #my oc #oc reference #oc ref sheet #mad science #mad scientist #mad science oc #reblogs > likes #modern’s art #digital art

[raointean]

Day 2 - Elves

“Ada?” Arondir turned to call to his father from his vantage point on the hilltop above.

Kelepe hurried up the hill to his son’s side. “Is there danger?”

Arondir shook his head, but he still looked concerned. “The sky seems to grow pale here and some of the stars are… gone.”

Kelepe squinted towards the horizon. He saw the vast, roiling, grey mass of hills they had still to cross. He saw the glint of stars in little rivers and lakes. To the south ran Rathlóriel and to the north, the hills marched ever on, seemingly endless.

The horizon did seem a little lighter. Some of the stars that were usually in the sky at that time were gone, but perhaps they had just lost track of time.

“Perhaps it is the Sea,” Kelepe murmured. “I thought that it was far south and west of here, but I have never crossed the mountains before.”

Arondir’s face brightened some. “That would make sense. All of the stars reflected in so much water would certainly lighten the sky!” He shot off again down the hillside, cheerful as a thrush. 

Kelepe’s fears were not entirely relieved however. He locked eyes with his wife, Ūbathō and knew that she shared the same worries. Both of them remembered when the Enemy lived nearby and his monsters terrorized the people of Cuivienen and, later, Eriador. The temperature, the ground, the sky; nothing had been safe.

Their little twelve-elf caravan continued on for a few minutes, but in that time, the world grew noticeably lighter. The ground changed from near-black to a misty grey and the stars winked out one by one. “Arondir!” he called. “Find us a hiding place. Quickly!”

Not three minutes later, they were all bundled within a cave, Kelepe and his father, Ndangwetha, guarding the west entrance. They watched in silent terror as the horizon turned blazing orange. It was as if the whole world was ablaze, and yet, there was no smoke.

“Perhaps it is a fire-demon,” Kelepe breathed.

“Maybe,” Ndangwetha whispered back. “Although I have never seen fire without shadow. It is certainly no balrog.”

The cave fell silent once again. They huddled in the shadows as the mysterious light pushed its long fingers in through the opening. The sky outside, now entirely starless, turned a color that none of them had ever seen before, even by the light of a fire. As terrifying as it was, Kelepe could not help but wonder at its beauty.

At last, the light withdrew from the cave. The shadows lengthened until, finally, the world was again enveloped in darkness. Kelepe was the first to venture out of their hiding place and, when he was not immediately snatched away by a fire-demon, the others followed him.

“Ada, look! The stars have returned!” Arondir pointed to the sky, crowing joyously.

Sure enough, the tapestries of Elbareth glittered above them once again and Kelepe breathed a sigh of relief. The danger was passed. It was time to go on.

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“The sun rose in the east after that, of course. We thought the fire-demon had come back to finish us off so we found another cave and waited. My grandfather did not let us leave for a week!”

Theo was near tears from laughter. Arondir steadied him as he stumbled on the road. “You were afraid of the sun!?”

“We had never seen it before,” Arondir said defensively. “Your people awoke with the sun and have never known a time without it. Of course it would seem ridiculous to you!”

Theo’s laughter calmed and he wiped his eyes. “I suppose it makes sense, but still.”

Arondir only smiled fondly. Theo had been in a foul mood ever since Orodruin’s eruption; he was only glad to be able to raise the boy’s spirits.

#racesofringsofpowerweek2023 #lord of the rings: rings of power #arondir #theo #various ocs #the first sunrise #silvan elves #silmarillion lore

[meluiloth]

New oc just dropped

His name is Findoron! I’ve drawn him before, but I didn’t know he would become a character - then I decided to flesh him out a little bit, and now I really like him!

He’s a Mirkwood Ranger, and he is tough, sarcastic, and young, but he’s got a chip in his shoulder a foot deep. The reason is that he has always been ostracized by the other Elves (at least the high society Elves) because of a family scandal his parents were involved in, which will likely taint his entire life (and which I will not divulge because it will be spoilers for another fan fiction I’m writing, Misfit). Still, he doesn’t let this bother him, and instead goes through life with a cheeky grin on his face and a determination to push through the dirty looks and whispers.

#art #lord of the rings #my art #lotr #oc: findoron #Oc: culfin #original character #mirkwood elves #Mirkwood #Silvan elves #Misfit

[sotwk]

I've always thought that the reason for Tolkien elves losing interest in sex after having the kids that they want is a by-product of his Catholicism. My mum was raised Catholic and she says that she was raised to believe that children were the thing that redeemed sex and that ideally sex wouldn't happen at all. (Idk if that's a universal experience but it was hers) So it makes sense that Tolkien's elves, as 'higher' more spiritual beings would be less sexual beings and so would not partake in sex after they'd had their kids. (Which is why I ignore that particular titbit of Tolkien lore😉)

Ooof! I'm quite familiar with Catholic teachings on sex, and it sounds like the values your mom grew up with were quite extreme! (Religious values and beliefs run across a very wide spectrum, but let's not invite debates on that!) That sounds a lot more like something Mrs. Kim from Gilmore Girls would say. LOL.

I admit I lean more towards the puritan, "higher being" interpretation of Elves, especially the Calaquendi who have seen the Light of the Trees. There has to be something that distinguishes them from the other Middle-earth races, and temperance when it comes to carnal needs and urges (i.e. sex, food), is one of those characteristics. So yes, Elves are less interested in sex than Dwarves, Hobbits, but especially Men, but even their appetites vary within their race.

When it comes to the SotWK AU's interpretation of Thranduil and his Elvenqueen wife, Maereth, here is a rundown of my take on it:

(My headcanons are mostly guided by what was written in the LaCE, because I'm a Type-A nerd who likes rules and manuals, but these are just MY interpretation of it. It's not hardline LaCE compliant either, and regardless, my takes are neither canon nor law!)

Thranduil and Maereth are descendants of Calaquendi, but had not made the journey themselves. Technically, Maereth is closer to the Light of the Trees and arguably more "blessed" in that manner, since her mother was born in Tirion (Valinor), as opposed to Oropher who never completed the journey.

Thranduil was always more free-spirited ("as wild as one of Araw’s Kine", Oropher described him in my fic "The Crown") than the average Sinda, and over the years became even more alike the Silvan people he ruled over.

Silvans are culturally more sexual than the Sindar or Noldor, not necessarily in the sense of being promiscuous, but rather that they take more pleasure in the act itself as way of bonding with their partners, not just for the sake of begetting children.

The Silvans do not lose interest in sex even after thousands of years, and are able to retain monogamous relationships with their partners because Elven bonds (platonic, familial, romantic, etc.) are as enduring as their physical immortality.

This is what helps the Silvan/Greenwood population endure through the millennia, throughout the "Mirkwood" dark ages, and into the Fourth Age and beyond in Eryn Lasgalen. They keep having sex, keep reproducing, and their population is sustained even through attacks and wars.

Oh, and culturally, the Silvans also love children and celebrate the process of raising them as a community. That's a key factor in their population growth too.

Thranduil and Maereth are, foregoing more eloquent terms, absolutely bananas for each other. Epic, epic, love along the vein of Professor Tolkien's love for his wife Edith, and its parallel romance--Beren and Lúthien. Could you imagine Lúthien replacing or loving anyone other than Beren? (I guess you can imagine anything in fandom, but I hope you get my point.) Well, it's the same with Thranduil and his Elvenqueen. It's a rather unpopular take on his love life, but that's how it is at least in the SotWK AU.

So yeah, they never tire of each other and never stop wanting each other, in any way, by any definition. They naturally stop begetting children after Legolas (their 5th), but the lovemaking definitely continues.

Sorry for the delay in this response, Anon--I hope you're still able to see and read this. And I hope the uncalled-for infodump makes it better, not worse! LOL. Thank you for the Ask!

#sotwk answers #anon asks #kind anons #i have the best anons #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #sotwk headcanon #elvenqueen maereth #sotwk ocs #silvan elves #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #tolkien #the hobbit #lotr #tw sex

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Hey, Guys! this is my OC Kleoyia re-imagined, bc i was not satisfied with how i made her in my previous art. hope you like!

#Kleoyia #4 silvan sibs au #shamelessly pushing my ‘miriel and thranduil are twins agenda’ #house of edireth #oc #silvantransthranduiltrash art #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr elves #silmarillion #the hobbit #thranduil's daughter #kleoyia is genuinely awsome #silvantransthranduiltrash fanart

[vremyajatvi]

"- Come closer, child. The forest is waiting for you.."

I love my forest children and their stories,,, Harz(a).

She/He. -The heart of the forest in the form of a lady. -The closer to the goal, the more flowering herbs, and the faster the mind slips away. -Harz likes a good conversation. But do you have the courage to do so?

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