#the hobbit headcanon

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and The Hobbit NSFW Headcanons pt 2.

(y’all bishes hoooorrrrnnnnyyyyy)

Part 1

Pippin:

- loves when you ride him

- wants to grab and hold every part of you that he can

- forcing him to be a good boy in public and keeping him nice and hot for as long as you can

- whispering really dirty things in his ear in public but following it with a sweet kiss on the cheek so people just think you’ve said something lovely

- ass kinda hobbit

- sitting in your lap and playing with his cock

- “such a good boy for me” you whisper while he cums on your hand

- loves when you grab at his hair during oral

Merry:

- likes to be man handled but in a playful way

- exhibitionist kink

- sweet and playful caresses while he fucks you from behind

- his favourite meal is between your legs 😏😏😏

- will tell you how good you’re making him feel

- buys you pretty night gowns and aprons so he can watch you bake in them

- loves when you put on a show baking, bending over and sitting in his lap while you feed him the cake mix

- holding his face nicely while you bounce on his cock

Lindir:

- degradation and praise all at once

- make him cry! Make him cry! Make him cry!

- overstimulation is his favourite thing

- tie him up and make him cum over and over again

- will beg you to stop but that’s because it makes him horny

- if it was too much he’d use his safe word

- “please mistress, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts too much please!”

- wants to be pegged so badly

- will suck your strap

- it’s so fun to grind up against him and make him cum in his pants

- you do it on purpose but then you tease him about it and he loves it

- “did you just cum in your pants? You’re such a dirty little pathetic thing aren’t you, Lindir?”

- he goes so pink

Frodo:

- has a thing for human partners

- likes feeling small and taken care of but elves are too big

- loves him a squishy partner

- would live laying on your boobs or on your thighs if he could

- pretends he can’t do things like open jars or reach things but home boy gets horny when you take care of him

- playing with his hair is foreplay

- lots of whimpers, light moans and quiet pleas

- if you tug his hair however he’s screaming and eyes are rolling back

- he lives in your lap

Arwen:

- oral queen 👑👑

- could honestly live between your legs

- whispers the dirtiest things to you and yet it sounds like poetry

- talks elvish in your ear while sitting behind you and taking her time playing with you

- the softest dom in the whole world

- like is literally only dominant because she wants to take care of you

- passing you dirty letters while you try to read peacefully

- loves watching you touch yourself

- she won’t say anything but her eyes won’t leave yours or your body

- breathy moans

- loves having her nipples sucked

Meludir:

- sweet innocent boy

- surprisingly kinky but only in a proper relationship

- praise kiiinnnkkk!

- tell him he’s a good boy and he’ll just melt

- “oh you’re doing so well for me, baby, such a good boy”

- kinda likes being hurt but will need a lot more aftercare than usual

- likes being tied up and edged

- is into watching you get fucked by someone else but only if he can join later

- wants Legolas to join you but turns into a blushing mess every time you talk about it

- sit on his face pllleeeaaaaassssseee! He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe

- craves kneeling before you during oral

- wants to feel like your sweet little servant

Glorfindel:

- size kink!!! He’s a huge dude and honestly loves how tiny you are (you could be tall and still be tiny to him!)

- loves being called ‘my lord’

- you don’t have to thank him when you cum but he sure does love it when you do

- degrades you and praises you in the same session

- he likes degrading you and being rough when you give him oral but if he’s fucking you (especially from behind) he wants to tell you how good you’re taking his cock

- gives you very sweet names during very dirty times

- “you’re just such a sweet little thing for me” he tells you while your face is covered in cum and spit

- bounces you on his lap while you ride him

- lots of loud grunts

- rag dolls you around into different positions

- is either fast and rough or takes his time and worships you

- thinks both giving and receiving hickies is really hot and will show them off with pride

#lotr #lord of the rings #lotr headcanon #lord of the rings headcanon #the hobbit #the hobbit headcanon #pippin #pippin x reader #merry #merry x reader #Lindir #Lindir x reader #Frodo #Frodo x reader #Arwen #Arwen x reader #Meludir #Meludir x reader #Glorfindel #Glorfindel x reader

[queenstarlight2]

Imagine Legolas watching you get killed in battle and him not even being able to respond

#legolas imagine #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the hobbit headcanon #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit x reader #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings x reader #lotr elves #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you

[ofstardustanddreaming]

touch starved

headcanon summary: you're touch starved, and aren't sure how to ask for it.

content warnings: none

fandom: the hobbit

character: thranduil x reader

gender neutral reader

you had never been in a situation of a healthy amount of just regular, loving touch from someone. whether it was never being in a relationship, or many relationships that were those who just didn't engage in it. so, whether it was just others choosing not to engage in it, or just never having the ability to, it had left you starved for some touch.

thranduil is a fan of touch and pda, but with his schedule recently, it wasn't often as used to be in your courting. he had fleeting touches, a hand on yours as he debriefs you between meetings, or holding you for a little while during the night as you slept before he woke up and left for the work day.

not to say that you didn't enjoy those touches. you just craved them, yet understood his days were long. you knew you were loved without the touches, seeing the way he looked at you. but that didn't mean you wished for more touch than just his fleeting ones. you longed for longer sessions, being neglected from a sweet touch for so long.

when you heard him enter your room, and looked up hopefully. you were yearning to ask him for longer sessions of just being held, or even holding hands. but you weren't sure how to ask, without seeming like you were wanting to take him from his work, or seeming like you would be needy. you knew those were just insecurities, and thranduil would love nothing more than to cater to you. but sometimes it's just hard to get over the initial anxieties.

when he was changing, he could feel your eyes on him. it was the only thing he could focus on when he came in. he gave you an exhausted smile when he was done, and laid on the bed next to you. he pulled you into his embrace, and you melt into it.

"is there something you wanted to talk about dearest? you've been looking my way like you had a question." he read you like a book. you tense up, unsure how to ask. thranduil could feel it, and was worried something bad was going to happen based on that reaction.

you figure ripping the band-aid off was the best way to do this. "i just feel touch starved lately. i know you're tired lately with work, and i don't want to take you away from it, or be super needy. but could i come to you after our meetings or something to just grab something? sorry if you don't want pda, i can wait until we're together in private if you want but -"

you're cut off with a sweet kiss to your lips. "i'm so sorry my love. i've been failing to give you more than fleeting moments of something you're longing for. i can't imagine how hard you've been craving it. please. bring it to my attention if i'm neglecting that again. work doesn't matter as much as you. come into my meetings if you'd like, anywhere i am, no matter how public. you'll never be a bother for something i love as well."

you can feel tears in your eyes, as he sits up with you next to him, his hands on your face, holding it in a comfortable way. he stares into your eyes to make sure you understand what he says, and you nod. he pulls you in, adding some weight to it, to make sure you could feel the touch like a weighted blanket.

you were thankful the issue had been brought up. a new layer of vulnerability was given between you two, and you gladly took him up on his offer to go get the loving touch you needed and wanted.

#thranduil #thranduil headcanon #thranduil x reader #the hobbit headcanon #the hobbit #thranduil imagine #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader

[sotwk]

🦌 and 💍 for the ask game? *excited giggle* I loooove your headcanons

Hello, dear Callon! Thank you for this ask and for your endless patience! I will combine your two requests of 🦌: "HC about one of Thranduil’s personal likes or dislikes" and 💍: "HC about a family tradition" into one discussion about:

Thranduil and Hunting

Fanart by cudzinec (DeviantArt)

Thranduil has been participating in hunts ever since his youth in Doriath, and received his initial instruction not from his father, but from his uncle (his mother’s brother), the legendary Beleg Cuthalion, Chief Marchwarden of King Thingol.

Thranduil developed an interest in archery from about 10 years old, but only Beleg would agree to take a student so young, headstrong, impulsive, yet extraordinarily gifted under his wing.

Even as a child, Thranduil possessed exceptional physical strength, and could already pull the draw weight of an average Doriath archer.  

Beleg had a special bow designed just for him, measured for a child’s height but with an adult’s draw weight, and trained him using this. 

Thranduil greatly admired his uncle’s famous bow, Belthronding, and hoped to earn it as an inheritance one day. 

Thranduil’s natural-born gifts, which also included horsemanship, keen aim and eyesight, and a relentless pursuit of any chosen target, led to Queen Melian remarking that he would have been a favored companion of Oromë, Huntsman of the Valar, in Aman. This did not exactly please Thranduil’s father, Oropher, who preferred his son not be quite so wild-hearted and adventurous.  

Thranduil was merely 14 years old during the Hunting of Carcharoth, and was very upset at being too young to participate in that great adventure. From that day onward, he insisted on participating in as many hunts as he would be permitted to join. 

As a young hunter, Thranduil was particularly adept at navigating through rough, unfamiliar terrain. He was also fearless at hunting down dangerous predators such as wargs, wolves, wildcats, and bears. 

Fanart by @chicotfp (Note: Check out all their incredible Thranduil artwork!)

However, the arrival of Túrin Turambar greatly affected the close relationship between uncle and nephew. Much of Beleg’s time and attention redirected to King Thingol’s foster son, which made Thranduil jealous and resentful of the human outsider. 

After receiving news of his beloved uncle’s death, Thranduil (then 37 years old) blamed Turin and the curse he carried with him. He was also angry that Belthronding never returned to Doriath, and believed that Turin had stolen it himself. 

From that time on, Thranduil’s interest in archery fell drastically, and he refocused his training towards swordsmanship instead. He stopped going on hunts completely, and did not return to it until his father took the kingship of the Woodland Realm nearly a thousand years later.

Thranduilion Family Hunting Traditions

Thranduil rediscovered his love for hunting some years after he began living in the Woodland Realm. The vast landscapes between Rhovanion and the Rhun provided bountiful hunting grounds for all kinds of game, and he often rode out with the Silvan hunters on long expeditions. He soon became as familiar with those lands as the native Wood-elves who had lived there since the Awakening. 

Thranduil personally oversaw the training in archery and hunting of his two eldest sons, Crown Prince Mirion and Prince Turhir. By the time Princes Arvellas, Gelir, and Legolas were born, he had delegated this task to the elder brothers, wishing for them to become role models and mentors to their younger siblings.

Although all five sons are skilled at hunting and tracking, Prince Gelir is by far the most naturally gifted, and is often bragged about by the Elvenking as the “greatest huntsman across the realms”.

Prince Turhir is noted for preferring to use various-sized spears instead of bow and arrow as his choice of weapon, for game even as small as squirrels. 

The king and princes would sporadically and spontaneously group up to go on their own recreational hunting trips. Southeastern Greenwood, between the East Bight and the Old Forest Road, was particularly rich with game during the autumn through winter months.

They did not use hunting dogs, local guides, traps, or baiting tactics and relied solely on their own stalking and archery skills. 

Hunting was one of the most favorite bonding activities between father and sons, and amongst the brothers, and involved a lot of playful challenges and bets. 

The Hunting of the Rhûn Lion

Every four years during the summer, from about TA 300-1300, the entire royal family (including the Elvenqueen) would assemble a small party and go on an expedition to hunt the Rhûn Lion, the dangerous and unchallenged apex predator of Rhovanion. The hunt would last for an entire month and was celebratory in nature, involving other games and feasting traditions. It was considered a great honor to be invited to this hunt with the royal family, but rarely was anyone invited more than once, since the intention was for every Greenwood hunter in the kingdom to be given a turn at participating. 

The resulting kills were either taken home by the guest hunters, or gifted to the Northmen residing in the area, who prized the pelts and meat. 

Part of the reason why they culled the Rhûn Lion in particular was to prevent their numbers from overwhelming the populations of wild horses and wild kine that roamed the plains of Rhovanion. The Kine of Araw were a valued species of oxen that legends claim descended from the cattle of the Valar Orome. The Great Horn of Gondor was made from one of the Kine of Araw, by Vorondil, one of Boromir’s ancestors who famously hunted them. (A connection that Legolas and Boromir later bonded over.)

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Thranduil x reader headcanon🧝‍♂️👸

Laying with him in front of a fireplace👑🔥

The king of mirkwood holds strict emotions within himself.

You were his queen, you wore the most comfortable of clothes and sat in front of the fireplace.

Thranduil was unsure as he saw no need for such practice.

You said "you've worked hard my king, you must rest".

He would give in to you as he couldn't say no to your face.

He laid down next to you, you start to stroke his hair and forehead.

He would close his eyes as he laid with his queen.

You grab a soft blanket or quilt to cover the both of you as you lay in front of the fire.

Thranduil would normally hate seeing into fire as it reminded him of his battle with the dragon.

His scar would eventually appear revealing his true self and you would touch it.

Thranduil wouldn't be fond of it but he knows you accept him.

"ni méla tye y/n" he would whisper.

You would feel the heat eminate against both your bodies.

He would start to relax and you would allow him to sleep.

His robes would drape over you and the cold elf soon melted into grasp.

His hair would sprawl out against your legs.

You would fall asleep and the two of you slept on the floor in front of the fire.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

Headcanon requests: open

#lotr headcanon #lotr x reader #the hobbit headcanon #the hobbit x reader #thranduil x reader #thranduil headcanon #king of mirkwood

[meadowsofmay]

thranduil shifting to colder tones of clothes the more damaged he becomes and soon enough grey settling as his primal color, silver lining his head almost at all times.

and it almost became a legend — the time when thranduil wore bright and vibrant colors, when he was the most accurate visual representation of his name. it was the time before the danger settled close to him and his kin, before he had to impose threat back at the darkness.

#thranduil oropherion #the hobbit headcanon #may thinks thoughts

[shurikthereject]

Thorin and his tiny son <3

I think Thorin would definitely take Frodo everywhere, even meetings. So just imagine a very serious and important king with a tiny child in his arms!

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #bilbo baggins #bilbo stays in erebor #frodo baggins #dwobbit frodo #art #headcanon #parentshie

[thesummerestsolstice]

I love how the entrance to Rivendell is shown in the Hobbit movies– the path is clearly enchanted; the geography is wonky, and the passage only shows up when Thorin & co really need to escape danger.

I feel like this is just how Rivendell works– there are no set pathways in and out of the valley, strange corridors and hidden passages to it just show up when and where they're needed. People who have been to Rivendell before can usually find their way back pretty easily, but even they usually can't explain exactly how they got there. Only the residents of Rivendell can reliably lead others to the valley– and Galadriel, because she's Galadriel. It usually takes Gandalf a while to find the path. He's convinced Elrond just like messing with him.

This is very much Elrond channeling his inner Melian. Doriath was extremely hard to get into, but in the normal fairy way where you just get lost in the woods endlessly if you're not welcome, and the forest parts for you if you are. Elrond saw that and decided to spice things up a little for his realm. You know, some impossible rock formations, a few very strange trees, landscaping that is vaguely beyond mortal comprehension, all that.

Rivendell's residents think it's great. Most outsiders think it's a little creepy.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #the hobbit #elrond #elrond peredhel #eldritch peredhel #rivendell #melian #doriath #gandalf #galadriel #fae elrond fae elrond fae el–

[tsuyonpuu]

The fellowship but they are just a bunch of little guys 💙

#Moder au-ish #my headcanon is that Aragorn is ready for camping at all times #lotr #lord of the rings #hobbits #frodo and sam #samwise gamgee #the lord of the rings #frodo baggins #frodo #middle earth #digital art #procreate #legolas #merry and pippin #the fellowship #gimli #aragorn #boromir #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #pippin took #pippin #peregrin took #fort #the fellowship of the ring #yes Frodo and Sam needed to hold hands I don’t make the rules sorry hehe

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Bagginshield Headcanon 

Living in Erebor and seeing all the warriors, Bilbo wants to learn to properly fight and be strong. The male dwarves try but are too rough for the hobbit, but luckily there’s Dis. She’s tough but also sweet, giving Bilbos training a perfect ‘woman’s touch’ and making him his own warrior.

Thorin is mighty impressed when Bilbo is able to flip him over 😉, but please Dis doesn’t need to hear that.

#bagginshield #Bilbo Baggins #Thorin Oakenshield #Bilbo #Thorin #bagginshield headcanon #headcanon #the hobbit #the hobbit headcanon #Bilbo x Thorin #bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield

[queenstarlight2]

Imagine just moaning yandere Elrond's name in bed while you are riding him

(NSFW below) (Ellon meaning male elf or just elf)

Pants and grunts filled the room as Elrond's breath labored while you bounced on his cock. Trying to remain quiet, so the whole of Rivendell doesn't hear how much of an whore you are for its lord.

"such a good little one, taking my cock so well" Elrond's hips harshly and unexpectedly thrust up, sending you to a climax as your head snaps up and your back arches, tightening around his pulsating cock as you cummed. "hah~Elrond~" you moaned in ecstasy, still enjoying the way his massive cock filled you.

Elrond grabbed your face, and he kissed you. Looking into your hazy eyes. "my love I haven't even begun tonight's true adventures " he flipped you, so you would be below him, as he grabbed the headboard. you felt Elrond's silk sheets, knowing they were bound to be ruined by the time you were finished, most likely by dawn if your beloved's eyes were anything to go off of. Hungry, completely madded by your taste, and jealous of all the Ellons staring at you earlier.

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[ofstardustanddreaming]

the hobbit masterlist

updated: 1/18/24

everything gender neutral unless specified otherwise

imagines

thranduil

imagine thranduil comforting you after a long day (gender neutral reader)

imagine thranduil stargazing with you. (gender neutral reader)

thorin

imagine thorin being enraptured by your stories at night. (gender neutral, witch reader)

oneshots

n/a

headcanons

thranduil

touch starved: you’re touch starved, and aren’t sure how to ask for it.

preferences

comforting ways: one way they comfort you when you’re sad. (characters: bilbo, tauriel, thorin, fili, kili, dwalin, bofur, thranduil)

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit oneshots #the hobbit headcanon #the hobbit preferences

[sotwk]

this is... such a random question, but i sent an ask awhile ago asking for ur headcanons or ideas on what the bathing habits of elves and dwarves are like. like, do they have bathhouses or private baths? if public, are they separated by sex? are they only accessed by the royalty? i guess im just wondering if you got it. if you didn't and are now just seeing this— id also love to hear if you think baby / youngster legolas liked bathing, or if he was one of those kids who would sooner track mud all over mirkwood than dip his toe in the water.

i also included my personal hc about the dwarves situation, but i don't remember it now

Hello Anon!

I'm sorry it has taken a while to get to this headcanon request, but I did get the original Ask you submitted further a while back:

Let me just go ahead and address your questions about bathing practices with a few simple answers. 😊

Did Legolas like baths when he was a child?

Legolas did not dislike baths per se; he was just the sort of child who was always too busy running around getting himself dirty, and having to take baths was kind of a nuisance that he felt was pointless. "I am just going to get dirty anyway!", as his logic goes.

Nonetheless, as a prince, good hygiene was required, so he did bathe regularly with the help of his nursemaid and occasionally the Queen herself.

His baths were done indoors, in a bathroom and tub of his own, where his nursemaid would spend a good amount of time scrubbing the dirt out of his hair and between his fingers and toes.

While Legolas had to be chased down to get into the tub, once he was actually in it, he enjoyed bathing. He liked to take toys and random objects into the bath to play with. Sometimes, he would sing silly songs! And he splashed water out of the tub. A lot.

SotWK-verse fun fact: Legolas's nursemaid was the mother of Haldir of Lothlorien! She raised not only her own 3 sons, but also helped raise all 5 of the Thranduilions, so she had patience in spades.

How did Elves bathe?

In most Elven communities, including Rivendell and Lothrlorien, I believe many elves have bathing spaces inside their own homes, so bathing is, for the most part, done privately. There are a few public bathhouses available, and these are indoor facilities. I don't believe genders are separated, BUT the spaces/tubs are arranged so each person could have their privacy. I think Elves see bathing almost as a ritual, a form of healing of mind and body that should be done with care, in a quiet and calm space.

In Silvan communities such as the Woodland Realm, where social norms are a bit more relaxed and "liberated", you might say, things are different. While the traditional private home baths (more common for lords/ladies) and public bathhouses are available, there are also public outdoor baths, aka communal bathing in rivers/streams/lakes. Most Silvan Elves who reside near bodies of water bathe this way, and there is no privacy or gender separation expected. Although bathing is done in public (and yes, fully unclothed), it is still a calm and relaxing practice. Personal spaces are respected, and everyone goes about their own business without making a fuss or bothering anyone else. Adult Elves don't play or get rowdy when taking baths; it's considered bad manners. Playful behavior is reserved for swimming, which is considered a different activity altogether.

How did Dwarves bathe?

I mean, that Extended Edition scene in Rivendell gave us a pretty clear idea of how these guys get clean, didn't it?

I fully agree with your HCs and the way you described how Dwarves use public bathhouses. I think private baths are less common for them than they are for Elves, because Dwarves are highly social within their own communities. Any activity they can do as a group, they will!

Dwarves seem to have no qualms about getting naked in front of each other, regardless of age or gender or familiarity. It could be a naturally respectful aspect in their culture, or perhaps the way they view their bodies is different from other races. (Could it be the amount of body hair covering them?)

Their bathhouses are massive and grand facilities, intended for long use. Dwarves might not bathe as frequently as Elves, but when they do, they can literally take hours, almost like having a spa day!

Rowdy playtime during baths clearly is acceptable at any age.

Thank you for reading!

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[tinfairies]

Hey so we talked before about hair braiding being intimate to elves. Can we have headcanons of reader just coming up behind them and starts braiding it casually and Legolas and Thranduil reacting to it? I feel they’d be like “wow she’s so forward (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ” 🤣

Thranduil

Of course he knows that this human isn't aware of elvish culture and the significance of braiding.

That doesn't stop him from being a bit surprised, then smug about it.

He would use it as a way to subtly claim his human. Making sure the other elves see them braiding his hair.

He might tell them about what braiding means for elves, but that won't be until he has them firmly in his grasp.

Legolas

Despite what his culture says about braiding, he loves having his hair played with.

He thinks it's cute that this human doesn't know, but is also glad for it. Legolas loves physical affection and he doesn't get much of it from his kind.

Will definitely show the braids off to other elves, boasting about his human's skill.

They will probably find out about what braids mean, but until then Legolas plans to soak up as much attention as he can.

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Thranduil x reader headcanon👑:

Waltzing with him in the gardens🌹

You and thranduil decided to take a walk in an old Victorian like garden.

There was quite much to be seen even though the king paid no mind to it.

It was quite beautiful but "it's quite stunning but useless to the kingdom".

Thranduil had always prioritised his kingdom and the elven tradition.

You came across what looked like a paved dancing area.

You ask "may I king of mirkwood have this dance".

The king felt rather embarrassed he hasn't danced in a while but took your hand.

You grabbed thranduils hand and start to waltz slowly "trust me it's quite a relaxing dance".

You and thranduil waltzed together, he admitted "perhaps this may not be useless after all since your here".

The night fell and the lights slowly came on as the moon shined on your movements.

Thranduil smiled slowly and he loved your idea of a good night.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

Headcanon requests: open

#thranduil headcanon #thranduil x reader #thranduil #king of mirkwood #lotr headcanon #lotr x reader #the hobbit headcanon #the hobbit x reader

[meadowsofmay]

a warning for a father:

thranduil felt it pulsing through the woods — trouble, panic, terror — and the unsteady beat became more erratic as it grew faster. he tried to call for an answer, reaching out to the sick forest but none came, only murmurs of something terrible, wheezes in-between scared trunks and darkness closing under thick canopies tied with webs somewhere up high. he felt as if he is caught in a trap and it is about to close around him, loudly pronouncing to everyone that it was that easy to catch him out of all.

the air grew stale in the walls of his halls. thranduil paced around not able to catch his breath, not able to fill his lungs enough to stop the anxiety from squeezing his ribcage more till it will break. sudden steps behind the doors made him grab the hilt of his sword attached heavily to his hip — thranduil realized only at that how tense he was for his blade never weighted him down as it did at that very moment.

and for he doesn't remember when was the last time he was ready to draw it because his emotions took best of him.

feren walked in, his steps uncharacteristically loud and heavy for thranduil's alert senses. he looked pale, thranduil noticed, not getting closer and keeping to the entrance as if he'd be ready to run back after reporting whatever has brought him here. thranduil didn't ask a question but the expectant look and the sudden stillness of time itself was enough for the guard to announce, more like let the strained words out gundabad sent a messenger.

thranduil felt his composure waver. and it wasn't about the fact that the hated foe decided to contact him out of the blue but for the nature herself was screaming in his ears danger!. he gulped audibly and grabbed his sword again, the fake sense of security seeping into his numb fingers, allowing his voice not to fail him.

bring him in then.

he wishes to speak outside, my lord. he says it was his order.

feren looked conflicted at best, reminding thranduil of a tightly compressed spring that was ready to jump into action only give it an opportunity. and any other day, thranduil would allow it, with a wave of his hand setting feren free to pass the orders but today he knew better. he followed his lead to the front gate.

and now, he was here. before the carved heavy gates, almost ready to come out and face whatever it was that their enemy brought him.

straightening his back and raising his head, he stepped out leaving terrified guards behind without hesitation. yet, he had to admit that the sound of the strings tightening under the pull of their skilled fingers comforted him a little.

what brings you here? he asked making a quick stop before the bridge. he listened to the surroundings, to the wind carrying the foul smell full of malice before at last he eyed the orc on the opposing end.

and it was almost as if he was allowed to dwell on his anxious conclusions before the orc started to talk. bowing, he rasped:

my master has a gift for the elvenking, his uneven mouth stretched into an ugly snarling smile. but before allow me to... he started as he pulled a bow and a quiver form behind his back. thranduil's eyes widened. he gasped, stepping closer.

legolas!

we found it in the forest a couple of days ago, the orc talked slowly, dragging the words off his tongue, thought it might be one of yours...

he was mocking the elvenking's mere existence, not scared of at least the dozen elf-guards keeping him on their arrows' point. he had power and he relished in it, for he had the elvenking in the palm of his hand only with a sight of his son's weapons.

thranduil understood now what the woods were trying to tell him but he was just so deaf to their warnings. legolas left with his company on the patrol three nights ago and was meant to return tomorrow, the task as easy as any other when the enemy roamed around freely in the land the elves refused to give up. thranduil felt his mask of carful composure crumble. they found out about legolas at last.

where is my son? he snapped, finally drawing his sword.

don't be so impatient, my lord, the orc was almost laughing now, extending his arm with the bow and quiver for thranduil to come and take. he was pulling the strings so expertly that thranduil didn't know what to do only to follow the silent offer and crossethe bridge. the clearance of mind completely forgotten the moment golden carvings touched his fingers.

where is my son? thranduil knew his restraint was growing thinner to the point where he was about to cut the the orc's throat right here and there without finishing their conversation. he needed to know if legolas was alive.

he's here, the answer took thranduil by surprise for he didn't even notice the small chest under the orc's arm. the one that he took out, smiled widely up at the elvenking and tauntingly slow opened the lid with a squeak.

his dark, inflamed eyes waited with feral excitement for thranduil's reaction, tracing every part of his face with hunger for any emotion. and yet, thranduil didn't dare to look down right away.

he thought about every possible thing that could possibly be in the chest this small — orcs are malicious, cruelty is the blood of their creation and thranduil feared to see what they came up with for his son. the tremble run through his body.

he looked into the chest.

what is this?!

don't you recognize, my lord? think! think with this pretty head of yours.

but thranduil just couldn't believe. he gaped wordlessly. inside there, laid out in a meticulously careful way, were legolas' hair — the same golden flicker of roughly cut strands, the wave of almost untangled braids that usually are braided tight and neat. thranduil gasped seeing splutters of blood, he drew the air in so abruptly he choked, a silent cry of the father's broken heart. he payed absolutely mind to the clatter of the arrows falling out of legolas' quiver as it collided with the hard groud, slipped out of thranduil's hands like the control he had over his son's safety.

he couldn't find it in himself to touch, shaking fingers hovering over the chest. the orc let go of the lid and it slammed thranduil's hands suddenly.

he's alive, the orc mused, but not for long... it's either him or you, my lord.

and it's like he was snapped back into reality. inside he felt it shaking, prickling at his eyes like the most acid smell — anger took over him, consuming every sane bit of his conscience. thranduil knew what he ought to do.

he was gonna make them pay.

but not before he'd bring his son home.

#i have been thinking about hair for way too long #and every time i want to write legolas whump i write thranduil emotional whump #why? i dunno #buy here we are #does it look like i am obsessed with these two? #i hope it does WHAHAHHAHAHA #thranduil oropherion #feren #legolas... partially #the hobbit headcanon #lotr headcanons #may writes