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Sneeze Pt 16

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Lying sleepless for hours the Elven King laid on his back smoothing his fingers over your back and the arm you’d rested across his chest to tangle your fingers in his hair in your sleep. Image after image flooded back through his mind. Closing his eyes he could see, hear, smell and taste it all again.

Back once more he’d just seen his Father fall under the mob of blood soaked orcs, screams erupted around him before a giant wave of fire claimed the lives of those before him. A single heartbreaking wail sounded as the air itself shifted sparking an incredible wave of fear in all creatures at arms. In their turn to flee the wounded Prince was bolstered upon the shoulders of the Lord of Lorien, their forces merged and aided each other towards safer ground while the winged beast that had claimed the lives of their kin shook the earth on their crashing down to earth lifelessly, forming a wall between them and the dark forces.

For ages now the piercing green eyes of two dark haired Elves stuck in his mind. Wreathed in flames the pair still fired all arrows they could before the next wall fell. Images blurred together over time from his pain, but those brothers and the cry drawn from their Mother upon their death sealed his choice in eternally shielding his Son and people from all pain possible at the death they should never have to face. The more he learned of your past the more his heart kept bringing your hunched weeping figure into the middle of that battle. Your words circled him as he watched those two burn as you wailed and struck an unrivaled panic into those around you. Time after time you had protected him, and his kin along with those from Lothlorien. Your Sons.

The last image of the Noldor he had was Elrond and Elros clutching at an armored figure shouting as sparks surrounded their layered and blood soaked armor in their attempt to draw them back to the lines. Selflessly through your pain you still fought outside Erebor in protection of the same people your Sons had fallen to protect. With an aching heart all those centuries ago safe in Greenwood the young Prince sat staring at the tear stained letter on the floor before him, two of the fiercest warriors known to the Noldor and Silvan’s lives were taken in his defense. Mirroring the pain of the stoic Lord seated before the statue of his One and their child, smoothing his hand over their faces yet again while he relayed to himself that even the greatest of warriors could fall. A single hope that one day his Daughter would be safe and free of her unknown captors.

The fingers nestled in the King’s hair shifted to brush along his jaw causing his head to turn and accept your gentle pressing of your lips to his, an action that somehow broke his pained mood as your head lowered to snuggle against his when you settled again. His eyes closed yet again as your first sighting entered his mind again.

In a race through his halls the soldiers all found their way into their armor and out to the gates around the steady pace of the King securing his chest plate over his long silver robe. Three steps later his eyes rose as his Son joined his side, in a steady voice the King said, “Half of our forces are remaining behind, you will head them.”

With a stunned expression the Prince froze then hurried a few steps back to his Father’s side, “Ada, I should-.”

In a sudden stop Thranduil turned, resting his hand on his Son’s shoulder as he stated firmly, “You are my Son. My heir. Should that beast be alive and I fall you will be King. I will not have you witness that. The forces will rally and retreat into our lands for your orders.”

“Ada-,”

“I watched my Ada fall, you will not have that image locked in your memory.” All the tension in Legolas’ body left at the frightened and pained expression in his Father’s tear filled eyes before he was pulled into a tight hug. Slowly his hands settled around his Father’s back as he melted around him, “You are my Son, if I can spare you any pain I will. Everything I have done was to keep you safe Little Leaf.” When he finally pulled back he tried to smile at his Son only to feel a tear roll down his cheek before he pressed a kiss to his forehead, wiping his cheek with his gloved hand on the walk to the gates. Stunned in place the Prince stood there watching his Father walk away for what he realized as possibly the last time.

Through the winding path long since traveled by him or is kin his mind raced through each and every possibility. But none of them brought the appearance of two figures seated on a small ledge that in the distance appeared to be children. In a closer examination the large feet of one and the pointed ears of the other caused him to relax as he thought to himself, “What is an Elleth and a Hobbit doing within a Company facing a Dragon.”

Looking up his eyes landed on the Raven approaching that landed on the antlers of his Elk, “My Lady asked why you’ve brought your armies to your borders.”

With another glance at you both as he asked, “Who has the Lady traveled with, if I may?”

“King Thorin and his Company.”

To himself he mumbled, “What would he have need of a-,” Darting his eyes back to the Raven he replied, “I have come to speak with the King peacefully, my men were in precaution of the Dragon inside.”

With a low chuckle the Raven replied, “No need for them now. Fell quite easily.” In a single leap he turned and raced back to the ledge to pass on the message to the pair that soon stood as the Raven made another trip back to the Elf King, whose eyes caught a flash of purple causing his lips to part. Once again the bird landed on the large antlers before the King and stated, “The King will meet you at his gates.”

Before he could fly away Thranduil muttered, “Purple.” The bird’s head tilted curiously before he asked, “The Lady, are her eyes purple?”

Without an answer the bird took off with a chuckle to himself leaving the Elf King to order the majority of his men to remain behind, taking only a small group of ten guards with him.

Scanning over the Company above him Thranduil’s eyes kept fixating on the young Elleth at Thorin’s side. Glowing faintly in the early light as her wave of curls kept blowing across her face as she joked quietly with the Dwarf King. Between her comments she looked over the group of Elves taking in the details on their armor spurring a spike in Thranduil’s heartbeat as his heartbroken friend’s words came racing back to him. It can’t be her, age hasn’t touched her at all. She’d be my age. The young girl she was spotted with last, this must be her child.

His eyes flinched wider as the purple eyes landed on his allowing him a glimpse at the struggles of a life surpassing his could only bring hidden between the glowing silver speckles trapped inside.

“My name is Jaqiearae Pear.” It’s her.

His lips parted and he asked, “You mentioned you’re from Doriath? Who are your relations from there?” Tightening his grip around his reigns.

“I was told my Father was one of Thingol’s Grandsons.” His eyes widened.

Before he could hold it back he blurted out, “Mire’s Daughter?” His answer came as a tear slid down your cheek at your Mother’s name while Thorin’s arm curled around your back spotting your tension. A sharp sting ran through his chest at the pained expression revealing the flashing memory of your Mother falling before you. “I know your Father. He’s spent Ages searching for you. Would you like to meet him?”

Another breeze blew the wall of curls over your face again through a shaky breath before you blankly replied, “You’re a King, do as you wish,” in another blink of an eye you were gone from his sight leaving another sting in his chest as the wall of Dwarves tightened blocking all sight of the hall you and three Dwarves had passed through.

With his heart racing he thundered his way back to the Elven Kingdom as fast as the Elk could carry him. With a stunned expression the King made his way straight to his rooms again, trying to remind himself to breath as his mind raced through his wording while word rippled through the Kingdom from the small group upon their return. Moments within his entering his office Thranduil glanced up at his Son entering the room asking, “Celeborn’s lost daughter?! You’re certain?!”

Thanduil nodded, placing a sheet of bare parchment on the table that Legolas pulled closer to him as he sat in the empty chair to write out the letter his Father attempted to form aloud.

…

Entering the hallway outside the joint dining room in the Royal Wing Legolas paused at the sight of you staring up at a portrait of a doe and her fawn in the center of the main gardens in the old Kingdom his Mother had painted. In a cautious few steps he joined your side asking, “Waiting for Ada?”

Your head turned meeting his eyes with a soft smile, “No, I was thinking this would look perfect right outside the sitting room in the Royal Wing.”

His brows rose as he wet his lips and stated, “My Naneth painted it.”

You nodded, “I know. It really is beautiful.”

Through a confused glance over your face he stated, “But, you’re the Queen.”

You nodded again, “A fact I’ve been made well aware of. But, and here’s the point everyone keeps forgetting, that I am in fact, not the first Queen to live there. Your Naneth painted this, and I wouldn’t dream of asking you to leave anything of hers behind. They should be on full display. Along with that statue from your Grandmother, whatever antlered creature she was trying to capture should be free for inspection by all.”

With a chuckle Legolas nodded and settled his expression into a caring smile, “You’ve told Ada about this?”

You shook your head, “Not yet, but I doubt he’d object.” Your eyes met his again as you asked in a comforting tone, “Are you content with moving? You don’t have to you know.”

The Prince’s smile grew as he replied, “I want to, Ada told me stories of the old Kingdom for centuries now, I can’t wait to explore it with Estel. He is my little Brother you know, and we can’t have that great distance between us if we’re to play each day.” Your smile grew before he asked, “I do, I was wondering-.”

You met his timid gaze over you, “Yes?”

“Your other, children,” He watched as you struggled to hold your smile before you nodded for him to continue, “Do you think they’ll return?”

In a weak tearful voice you whispered back, “I hope so.”

Legolas glanced back at the painting and stated, “Well there are a few more pieces you should see then. If you thought Grandmother’s wonky statue was endearing you should see Grandfather’s pottery attempts.”

Making you giggle softly at your imagined thoughts of what they could be as you walked at his side. Soon gaining the curious King at your side through your loud laughter at his moose like rendition of a goblet nearly bringing you to your knees. Soft squeaks trailed after your tearful laughs behind your hands as Thranduil beamed brightly and brought out a hidden lopsided vase painted just as terribly as it was crafted through his own muffled snickers as Legolas gave an awkward snort through his Father’s story on its crafting. Filling the halls with echoes of your gleeful mood that Celeborn soon joined with stories of his own.

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With trembling hands you walked in the silence of your mostly empty home filled with moonlight from the uncovered windows in the Royal Wing where hours prior you had added piece after piece of art from the former Queens and King of Greenwood. Your one addition meant to surprise the returning King and Prince, one that made their hearts soar upon their aiding in packing, hanging and re-homing each piece.

The bare stretch of wall before you urged your hands into your enchanted pouch to a long since untouched chest. In a firm tug you pulled it free, resting it on the table nearby. The medium sized chest barely two feet in either direction opened and stirred your creeping tears to freely coat your glowing cheeks still bearing the lit swirls from the stored energy you’d yet to spend.

Footsteps behind you quietly drew closer signaling the addition of the three men also left sleepless in their first night in the empty home. Unsure of your cause of pain they watched an inched closer only to freeze at the white gold coated ceramic imprints of two small sets of feet and hands beside a fully grown handprint you added on the bare hooks waiting in the stone walls. With parted lips they read the inscribed names, Beran and Brand, two Elves the three had heard countless stories about. Upon your so called adulthood travels through Elven lands in Eastern Middle Earth long before the First Age started you came across the pair, orphaned after a bad storm had claimed the lives of their parents on a fishing trip. The young Elves clung to you while you remained among their kin to learn their past and culture as well as you could until you felt it was time to move again.

The pair remaining at your side soaking in the green and glowing world swaying at your approach, growing to two of the sturdiest Elves any those you came across had known before. The pair soon learning their own titles of the Twin Hammers of Wrath from the Dwarven Kingdoms along your way, all gratefully welcoming the adopted child of Dwarf Lord Grundon, finding for themselves a firm ally in you and your equally as fierce Sons who towered over you and your keepers. Traveling brought you a full image of the lands you had fled to, filling the map you had drafted, one that pitifully dwarfed the current edition of the remnants of these once great lands.

Thingol and Grundon’s passing stirred the trek home again. Mournfully you led the pair to stumble past a group of Hobbits, whom instantly clung to you as their own kin. Their lands housed you until you found your way to Lindon at the request of Maglor, an old acquaintance in his passing through Doriath as a child. Upon your arrival you settled into a home you, now four formed, making sure to add plenty of space for Brand’s Hobbit bride.

Slowly the twins Maglor had claimed grew closer to you and your clan, bringing on a need to soon expand it for their room along with a nursery. Patiently through the battles you traveled between the battle fields and the home with the expecting Mother nestled inside the shielded lands you claimed just outside the city borders in the shadow of the empty keep.

In a weakly found moment of peace the four Brothers managed to return just in time to welcome the young girl into your lives. Barely into her teens, Helin was left under the watchful gaze of the Hobbits in the Shire in your absence after her Mother had taken ill and passed in the arms of Brand. The painful sting of it stirring him to claim each moment he could with his young Daughter through the darkening days. Leading to a long expected and welcomed union between young Elros and Helin shortly after Beran’s mortal Wife passed through giving birth to their Son Teo.

War approached once again, a single last stand was called for, one that upon the fiery wings of a great beast your Sons had fallen in aiding the retreat of the Silvan Elves from the mouth of the darkness spewing from between the flung open Black Gates. Halfway across the battle field you raced but as you witnessed their entire fleet fall to ash a flurry of rage erupted in you, honestly you had no clue as to your own response, simply upon word relayed to you later flames erupted across the fields taking out a vast chunk of the fleeing beasts. Silvan Elves long since shared the mysterious sudden deaths of the winged beast, all dropping heavily around their fleeing forces, forming a wall between them and the mass of growing blackening creatures.

A timid flinch from all following Elrond home again allowed you to see the impact of whatever you had done. The single shared heartbreaking memory rippling through the memory off all survivors was the clear wailing cries from a Mother for the fall of her Sons. A single cry you had no power over to control, or the streaks of lightning and flurry of thunderstorms and tornadoes chasing the dark creatures back to their keep as the firm arms of Elrond and Elros that did all they could to comfort you and attempt to drag your lunging form back into their lines for the march home.

Days were lost to you leaving your eyes to suddenly blink you back in Lindon again. Silence surrounded you in the filled house, all claiming your own rooms until the creak of your door stirred them into the hall eyeing your reddened eyes as you hoarsely whispered a request to move on, one your shattered family agreed upon fully.

Downcast eyes kept your focus on the earth you were breaking, inch by inch your Grandson grew as Elros and Helin welcomed their first born Son, soon followed by a daughter. Firm hands on your shoulders announced Elrond’s joining your side in a watchful stance over his twin who’d witnessed Brand’s pain and clung to the mortal life he would share with Helin. A knowing pained gaze through your time with them was withheld to your best abilities as you clung to Elrond’s promise to never leave you alone. Day by day the crowd of Elves around you grew, all hoping to gain your protection, all having either seen or heard of your fury unleashed on Mordor itself.

Between Elros taking your Grandchildren towards the lands he founded and named Numenor and Elrond’s beginning to court Celebrian you found your chance to slip away to try and piece yourself back together in private.

Painfully loud creaks brought the shattered front gates of the barren keep apart enough for you to slip through. In the darkness your tears washed the dirt and layers of dust and fleeing hoards of Dwarves away. Slowly your pain hollowed and numbed you nearly entirely until a small robin managed to slip inside the now immaculately scrubbed and warmly lit Kingdom echoing with your lost kin and bring you news of the Elf Lord’s first born Sons.

One painful flight later, elated expressions filled the faces of the Elves witnessing your limping down the staircase from one of the hidden entrances after your disastrous landing from your first flight in nearly a century.

Passing through the doorway a set of cries echoed out as your heart melted around the pair of boys eased into your arms as you silently wept at the mending shredded remnants of your heart from their small hands tapping and resting against you, both in awe at your bright glow from lack of draining of your powers from your months of sleeping.

Your stay lasted as long as you could manage, barely a month until word of a harsh winter and a great thievery of their crops by nearby starving cities of Men in your absence brought you back in a fiery vengeance on the next wave of Men daring to touch your lands. Sealed protectively within an enchanted ring of trees the city never again faced such an event as word spread through the lands that the Mother of the Hobbits was not one to welcome impure hearts onto her lands.

As your eyes shifted back in the direction of the twins your glider was put away as echoes upon the breeze brought word of an Elleth you’d known as the White Lady had come to visit the young boys with her Husband, welcoming them to their kin. Retreating again you hid away in your keep for the length of their stay until you could return once again to your welcomed snuggling and bonding with the pair. Each stay lightening the weight on your heart before you would return once again. Centuries bled on through your pained shifted gaze to the lands a distant descendant of Elros’ followers had founded.

At Elrond’s side you welcomed the Dunedin Kingdom of Gondor, at the edge of the green coated small city of Rohan, a land formed by Eorl, Teo’s descendant. The lands forming an instant bond under the purple gaze of the Woman who had raised their founders and the Elf Lord who would always do his best to aid them in their struggles whenever possible. Centuries sped by as their lines continued and even mixed a few times cementing their bonds while you returned home once again. Your solitude continuing until a break in their lands brought Lady Celebrian into an injury that left her without any choice but to sail.

Her departure leaving you in her place guiding her children as best you could through your stays until they grew and took up the offer to learn their Grandparent’s lands better. A trip you could not take with them, the pain of returning to the lands you had once seen with your Sons pained you. Lothlorien, as it was now called stirred no fire in you to learn how it had changed, no, for you in your heart at least it would remain its pure green infant Lindórinand form echoing with your Sons’ laughter and singing.

Back in your mountains again you stayed between visits to Elrond and patrolling flights and treks through the Shire until a large number of weary and worn boots found their way to your door.

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Buried face first against Celeborn’s chest the trio looked on at the names etched into each set of prints you had added beside the one Mire had done of yours beside her handprint right under the portrait you had taken from your Royal apartment with you seated in her lap as she read to you. The elders doing their best to withhold their lingering sting from their parts in your loss, mainly being among the Elves your Sons had fallen to protect.

A loss you had assured them, after Elrond had connected their suspicions to the facts that you were indeed the Elleth long since feared by those marching against the deadly pair, was at no fault to them, only the Dragons that you quickly ended and found you as the perfect person to aid the Dwarves home again.

A few moments later you pulled back and wiped your cheeks and managed a smile when Estel walked sluggishly from his room rubbing his eyes saying, “No one else is sleeping, why?” His eyes rose to the painting and printed form of a family tree causing him to approach it for a better look, one that he achieved after you propped him up on your hip and guided him through each of them.

In a downcast gaze from him you caught his next question before he’d asked it causing you to add, “Elrond did save a few things from your birth.” Moving over to the chest his smile and that of the others when they eyed the silver coated set of prints Estel quickly placed his hand over the tiny imprint of his hand drawing a giggle from him. “I didn’t get a chance to put it up yet.” Moving closer to the wall you held it up to the hook beside Beran’s and asked, “Here good?”

With a nod you four smiled once again at his big nod, “Yes.” His eyes shifted to the portrait to ask, “Is that your Naneth?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“You look like her.” After a glance up at Legolas who walked up behind you to rest his hand on the boy’s back as well as yours he continued, “Do you think my Brother’s will be coming back too?”

His eyes rose to meet yours as a tear rolled down your cheek through your glance at the memory stained wall, in as steady as a voice as you could muster you replied, “I hope so.”

Estel, “Do they like archery? Leggy and I could show them a thing or two if they do.”

Your smile grew as you kissed his forehead and replied, “They love archery, and I know they’ll love your games.” Making Estel’s smile grow. Looking at the wall again you glanced over at Thranduil asking, “Did you make any prints of Leggy?”

His smile grew and he turned to fetch the white gold coated prints he had tucked away in one of his clothing trunks he happily added beside Estel’s and under his, stirring a round of comments on how small each of the prints started out and how they had grown so large in such a painfully short time.

All this carried on until you broke for breakfast then made your first trip out through the main entrance and into the markets to greet the Hobbits and arriving Elves to claim their new homes.

One by one they accepted their keys and unpacked into their apartments filling the Kingdom with an elated buzz before the Elves began their first shift in their new locations as guards and servants to handle their first few fumbling tasks while they learned their new surroundings. Each happily bowing their heads to you and their King in your matching pale green flowing robe and velvet gown that Estel had picked for you both matching his green vest and Legolas’ long shirt.

By nightfall everyone happily buzzed with their impatience for the large ball you were throwing the following night welcoming the Dwarves and Elves around you along with the few from Laketown willing to attend. Each sharing the details of their outfits they had chosen for the occasion between their wishes for Gandalf to bring his fireworks. That would also mark Elrond and his children’s return, for both the celebration and to share the details for the return of your kin.

As the sun set the crystals hanging from the lines stemming from the posts over the courtyard lit up shining brightly under the moon and starlight as the first of the starlit butterflies sprouted from their cocoons within the fountains around you. Between the giddy Fauntlings chasing the enchanted creatures a set of instruments were drawn and soft music began.

A soft giggle left you while you watched the giggling children crossing to the next wave of butterflies as the speckled frogs climbed to the tops of their floating circles of lily pads to watch the fireflies coming out of the blooming pulsing buds between them. Joining along with the pleasant tune Thranduil’s velvety hum softly sounded against your neck from his spot curled behind you. With a gentle leading of his hands he started a gentle sway of your hips to the tune stirring another giggle from you when he softly said, “I think they’re waiting on us to start the dancing, my Dearest Tingilinde.”(Twinkling Star)

With another giggle from you he led you in a sidestep as his grip loosened, allowing him to enter the clearing, lovingly raising your hand to his lips as he bowed marking the start of the dance through your next giggle as he stated, “My Queen.” Rising again as he admired the moonlight causing your glow to brighten as the light reflected across your free flowing curls down your back under your white gold flower coated circlet Estel had insisted you wear after Thranduil had brought it to his attention.

Through his loving gaze he took another step accepting the familiar hold while a group of cheerful onlookers had started glancing around for partners, allowing you both the first two passes before they joined in around you. In your shared loving gaze between your hushed conversation with your intended you missed the enchanted growing smile of your Sons both watching from the side of one of your fountains. Legolas happily holding Estel on his shoulders so he could get a clear view as Celeborn approached sharing the treats he’d fetched for them as he softly stated, “I suppose we won’t have to wait for tomorrow after all.”

Legolas chuckled softly as he watched the crowds happily moving together as others brought out food and refreshments they could spare without touching the ones set aside for the full party. “I don’t think they ever intended on waiting.”

Estel swallowed the small slice of apple Celeborn had offered him through his feet bouncing along with the tune before saying, “I wish we’d do this every night.”

Celeborn smiled up at him saying, “I’m sure it will happen often at first. While everyone settles.”

After his near pout Legolas interjected, “Once a month at least. Ada will see to it I’m certain.”

Estel giggled again, “Good.” His head turned to Celeborn and said, “Gran will be back too, so you can dance too.”

His smile deepened as he glanced back to you and Thranduil through the start of the next turn when you giggled at another of Duil’s hushed comments. “Mire loved to dance.” Keeping his hopes withheld as best he could at the wish that he could claim another chance with his One after your time alone.

Happily through your next turn your smile grew after a stolen peck on your cheek stirring your hands to slide around the back of his neck, rising to your toes to land your lips gently on his for a kiss that he softly chuckled through his leaning into it. As you broke apart another round of fireflies were set free and led the butterflies over your flowering trees that stretched happily in their soft glow under the moonlight. Through another soft giggle your foreheads met as he lowered you from a lift for a brief chance to hold you before his low chuckle at lowering you again. Locking your eyes again you smiled up at him and his adoring gaze to say, “I love you, Duil.”

His smile deepened as he replied, “And I love you.” Stealing another chance to lean in and whisper into your ear, “Welcome Home, my Dearest Tingilinde.” Only to steal another kiss from you and chuckle again at your hands moving to behind his neck holding him in the kiss for a few more moments before he led you in the last lift and twirl.

Pt 17

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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