#thranduil headcanons

[sotwk]

Thranduil's anger was actually beautifully raw in this scene where he is confronted by Tauriel, who was behaving like the child she was (compared to her king). My dear girl, who exactly do you think you are drawing an arrow on your king in front of his own people, and then hurling such an insult as "There is no love in you"?!

Thranduil fans who have theorized endlessly on the facts surrounding Legolas's mother know better. There is tremendous love in the Elvenking's heart, which is why it was then filled with equally tremendous pain when the object of that love was taken from him.

Is Tauriel arguing that there is no love left in him ever since his wife died? Did she not see his face as he surveyed the dead bodies of the Mirkwood elves he led into battle?

Let's review:

It would seem that this was a king who valued the lives of his subjects as though they were all his children, and a good father will not stand for anyone threatening his family. One could fairly argue it was already generous of him to sacrifice as much as he did at that point. Unlike the High Kings of the First Age who lost their entire kingdoms in wars, Thranduil had control over his pride and refused to needlessly give his people up to slaughter. Is that not a form of love? I am not arguing that he made the correct moral choice to refuse further aid, but to say that his refusal to send more elves to fight was because he had "no love" is preposterous and insulting.

And finally, just to stick the nail in the coffin of Tauriel's self-righteous, ignorant accusations, what did Thranduil look like when he said goodbye to his son after letting him walk away from their home?

I do believe that is the face of a father who just gave up his last shred of happiness just so that his son could go seek his own happiness.

Love. Not even the coldest of fronts that he puts up and harsh words he hides behind could deny the obvious proof in his actions.

In conclusion: Tauriel, despite being captain of the guard, raised in Mirkwood, and supposedly a beloved friend of Legolas, knew nothing about her King. The shame is on her alone.

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[bowieandqueen11]

Fluffy Thranduil Headcanons

Request: If you wouldn't mind, could you write some fluffy headcanons for daddy Thranduil?? I can't really find much for him... I just wanna be enveloped by him while we lay on the bed and I play with his hair and his rings-

The daddy sent me please nonnie I- also I was having this debate with my friend but please back me up Elrond is also a daddy right???

Warning: NSFW! I’m sorry I don’t know how this ended up so much spicier than I was expecting lmao

Also I wrote this while I was ill so sorry if it’s terrible whoop whoop

(I do not own LOTR or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @claireywestside.)

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Mr. Lee Pace Sir I don’t think you quite understand just what you did to all of us in the Hobbit series: seeing you in the cinema for the first time as Thranduil was an EXPERIENCE I will never forget as long as I live like damn.

He’s a needy boi. Needy needy boi!! I know Thranduil spends so much of his time trying to look properly regal and stern and collected, but my goodness to high heavens do his fingers itch to touch you constantly. Every time he’s sitting on that throne, steadfast as a steering star, his brow furrowed with the intensity with which he waits for you to come home; he’s desperate with need for you to come bursting through those doors and away from the gloom of the dogged tempest that awaits along the scarlet edges of the Mirkwood forest. That impatient frown of his just grows even tighter, until even Legolas knows to steer clear of his father for the time being. The incessant foot tapping, the finger drumming along the woven leaves of the arm rest are only interrupted by his boots thundering across the hall like an autumn thunderstorm. As soon as he spots your weary head cross the threshold of the looped stone bridge he’s on top of you, collapsing over your body in a burdened relief until he’s eclipsed your vision and encompassed you within the warm confines of his cloak.

Let’s just say, when that chamber door slams everyone in the halls of the Elvenking knows not to dare disturb the two of you until at least the morn, or perhaps until the next breath of star shine blazes across the crisp canvas of the night. 

At first he seems almost... angry? No, not quite. Perhaps disgruntled? Agitated? He lingers around the edges of the bed, just an arms length away from where you’re lying, and stalks over to fling open the balcony doors and let the staunch moonlight flood in. He’s so fast though. He seems to disappear from sight - you can only tell he’s still in the room by the sound of him placing his crown down one of of the silver gilded chest by the sill. He actually almost takes your breath away: one moment he’s gliding past your vision, the next he’s hunched up over the edge of the bed with a wild, desperate, needy smirk on his cracking collected face. As if he’s been dreaming of doing this all day: of slowly coasting up the bed towards you, fists clenching into the sheet and pulling it away from your body as he hovers over your midriff. 

When he gets to the point where he’s able to hit the bottom of your chin with the top of his head, he grunts as he dips down to elicit chills down the dip of your throat. His hand grabs the back of your thigh, lifting it up to half-wrap around the side of his waist until you can feel it digging into the flesh of his hip. His trail of kisses are impassioned fury; a trail of roaring desire is left as he marks his way up from your jugular to the corner of your jaw, a wet trail of scorching kisses and tongued apologies against your nerves setting your whole body alight. 

He seems amused, interested, curious as you reach up and manage to fist your hands into his hair. Once you catch your breath, and he decides to be merciful and alleviate the thundering within your heart by panting heavily against your cheek, you manage to start twirling the strands of his long hair like silken grain, flowing through your fingertips like a spring bounty. He closes his eyes and purrs as he nestles his head into your palm like a content cat. His silken robes rub up against your calves, the embroidered leaves that fall and flourish along its trim itching your fingers as you reach up to carefully unbutton them. 

Before you can even finish, though, Thranduil’s own deprivation and wild want takes over. If you even try to squirm or move away from him... oh boi. That hand that rests firmly against your thigh begins to crawl up further and squeeze, until you’re arching your back against him in breathless wonder. With a cluck of his tongue, and a press of his midriff down against your own, he holds you tightly in place against him. 

When you reach up to grab his hand, making him fall onto his elbow next to you, he growls and pretends to bite your fingers as you reach for his own. But oh, the shimmering glow of the stars as they peek out from behind the solitude of the heavens makes his heart almost burst when you finally manage to latch onto them. While you’re busy fiddling with his rings, warping them around the slender fingers that keep curling and capturing over your own, he’s busy trying to hold them up palm to palm in the miniscule gap between both your breasts. For a while, as he allows the storm within him to settle into a tempered rain, he observes you with widened eyes, as if the whole of middle earth was settled in the space between your skin. ‘Vanimelda’, he whispers out on the sharp edge of his breath as he finally gazes down to meet your eye, and you finally understand. All the devotion within him, all that passion, and need, and impatience, and worry, and awe: he looks at you as if you’re not even real - just a translucent, iridescent mirage braided out of moonlight and celestial dreams. To him, you were divine. You were ethereal. You were more than he deserved. 

And then he leans down to kiss you, and despite the fluttering of his heart he still instinctively is dominating in the way his pointer finger curls up under your chin and tilts you up to meet his lips. It’s overwhelming, yet stunningly sweet at the same time: his lips seem to swallow your own as he lingers over you, pressing timidly between your own until you feel he may overcome you. His fingers reach up to gently rest against your cheek, comforting you as his legs come to rest against your inner thighs and hold himself up. And it’s bliss, plain and simple - the two of you pressed together, all warm and cosy against the blanketing furls of his shirt as he chases your lips every time you pull away. The strong warmth of his chest grounds you to this earth, and the feel of your whines against his teeth every time he drags his own over your tender bottom lip is enough to make him feel as if he’s forsaken the ground and is floating among the heavens like eternal starlight. 

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[growingingreenwood]

Also, one ask based on your last answered one:

How big was Thranduil's friend group back in Doriath? Like we know he was friend's with Luthien and obviously Ferdan, as I think Beleg was mentioned as hanging around them once or twice, but was there anyone else?

And did any of them survive til the end of the fourth age, or they died in some war/life drifted them apart as time went on?

I think that the group of people that Thranduil was FRIENDLY with was quite large when he was still living in Doriath. Much larger than anyone who met him in the third or second age could easily believe. I think that he was on good terms and friendly terms with most of the “”younger”” elves living in Menegroth that he came into regular contact with. Generally speaking, Thranduil was easier to get along with back then, as long as you weren’t trying to tell him what to do you were probably fine. His good naturedness and kindness was a lot more open to the world back then, rather than something that he kept guarded away and sometimes all but denied its existence. He just wanted to have fun and explore with those who also wanted those things. 

He wasn’t just there for the vibes, Thranduil WAS the vibes. And others wanted to enjoy those vibes, but he didn’t really strongly care if they were there or not. He was doing his thing either way, probably with his partner in crime. 

However, there were still very, very few elves that Thranduil considered to be real, actual, genuine friends of his that he would trust with anything important or private. I think he probably always had around 2 or 3 friends, likely fellow warriors, but always had a best friend that he spent most of his time with. First Luthian and then Ferdan after she passed away. 

I think that Beleg was somewhere in between being real friends with him and being friendly with him for the simple reason that he was Thingol’s Chief Marchwarden and was therefore obligated to report certain shenanigans. So while Thranduil enjoyed his company greatly, he could not be trusted with The Shenanigans under any circumstances. 

Other than Ferdan and Celeborn (does he count as a friend if they’re related?) In my little universe, Thranduil only has one other friend from Doriath that made it through everything to the fourth age without dying or losing touch. His name is Maedir, he and Thranduil went through their training together and became friends and remained as such. He’s Ferdan’s right hand man when it comes to training new recruits for Greenwood. 

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[queeniesrose]

I am very much a whore for Thranduil, so here are some NSFW headcanons for him.

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Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Thranduil: Kinks

For the King himself, he is a bit of an exhibitionist. The thrill of being caught is exciting for him.

Some causal sex while in the throne room where anyone could walk in on you? Hell yeah.

Having his s/o sit on his dick, keeping it warm in the throne room as he goes about some of his duties turns him on.

Teasing him while he’s trying to work will lead to some punishments, although you’d probably think of them more as funishments.

For one funishment, he’d likely have your wrists tied to the bed frame and quickly have you a moaning mess and begging him to let you come/have him fuck you good.

He’d have you using a honorific. And he would use one for you.

He would not hesitate to fuck you when you are bent over his throne.

He is not one to forgo foreplay or aftercare. Your health, consent, and happiness are a priority.

The moment you safeword in an uncomfy situation, he is completely at your beck and call. He will ask what needs to happen for you to be comfortable with the situation in order for it to continue.

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[lady-of-imladris]

Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife Fluffy Headcanons

For @wareagleofthemountain <3 I hope you like these! (I did not proofread for typos. Sorry!)

When they spend the little free time they have together, Thranduil and his wife like to sit and relax together, often just cuddling. The queen sometimes reads to Thranduil and when she does, he runs his fingers through her hair and braids it. If they sit outside in the forest or in their gardens, he will braid flowers into her hair or make her a flower crown.

Sometimes his wife will interrupt Thranduil’s meetings, no matter how important just because she wants to kiss him. He always happily sends his advisors or whoever he is speaking with on a “quick five minute break”.

Thranduil recites poetry to his wife, especially in the early years of their courtship. He received that advice from someone (probably Elrond) and he just assumed that it is the most romantic thing he could do. His wife almost laughed out loud several times because he is doing it very awkwardly. As soon as he realized that it made her laugh, he started doing it on purpose.

When they have a little extra time in the morning, Thranduil likes to bring his wife breakfast to bed. She can always tell if he made something himself or if he had the cooks make it. If Thranduil tries to cook or bake something, it will be burnt.

Every single evening before they go to bed, Thranduil’s wife has him lay her head in her lap and she will apply the healing ointment for his scars. He is set on the assumption that it is more effective if she does it.

They like to get ready together every morning, but especially for any fancy parties or feasts they are throwing. Every single elf adores their king and queen and they love parties and they will dance the whole night, just holding each other close.

Thranduil and his wife cuddle a lot. Neither of them is able to sleep alone anymore, they just need to be together. Even a millimeter of space between them is too much.

Bonus headcanon: Baby Legolas loves napping on Thranduil’s chest. The king had never taken a nap in his entire life and he tried to use that time productively, but he ultimately failed and accepted his fate. When Legolas naps while cuddling with his Ada, Thranduil will nap too!

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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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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

How the elves prefer to kiss a short parter

(Elves are said to never really be under 6’4 and I’m thinking partners under 5’4)

Standing on a table

They find it hilarious and makes it easy to kiss you or pick you up if they want to continue the kiss elsewhere. They think it’s even funnier if you still have to go on your tippy toes.

Glorfindel and Lindir

Picking you up

Loves feeling you this close and making you feel safe. They won’t lie, they love that it means they can grab at your thighs and ass.

Haldir and Thranduil

Crouching down/On their knees

They like meeting you down to your level. If they’re on their knees it makes you both laugh but they love it because it makes them feel like they’re worshipping their sweet little love.

Legolas and Meludir

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[frost-queen]

Lady of Mirkwood | (Reader x Thranduil)

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| Meeting Thranduil

You met Thranduil when the Third age progressed. It was when the Necromancer unknown then but known as Sauron later on claimed the abandoned fortress of Amon Lanc to make it into Dol Guldur. Sauron infected the woods with spiders and orcs. The spiders and the orcs expended their reach claiming more and more for them. Infecting the very nature with their filth and death.

All the elves were forced to leave the woods. Those who fought back were brought down. Countless of lost elves filled the sickening woods. You were amongst some elves that were fleeing. The orcs had increased their stench to the part of the woods where you lived. With a few douzen you were. Fleeing for your lives as the orcs hunted you down. The woods had grown iller. Spider cobs were not too much yet in these parts. But a few spiders having expended their webs out to your lands.

Some elves wanted to stay and fight. They barely lasted long as the pack of orcs were too many. Sweeping them down in a matter of seconds. The others fled as fast as they could. Hatred, anger and sorrow grieving your hearts. You were running trying to stay out of the orcs clutches. The orcs attack made you stumble, dropping to the ground. Surrounded by death and darkness. You thought it was over. You thought you were never going to see the undying lands, but then a bright light appeared between the trees. The illumination blinded the orcs sending them back a bit. The light faded as you could see a small group of elves charge for battle. Lead by a High elf.

The orcs never stood a chance. The High elf approached you, helping you up your feet. The moment his eyes met with his, he was struck. Gasping breathlessly at your grace and beauty. The woods no longer having a place for you, he took you in. Thranduil his name was. King of the woodland realm.

| Life at the woodland realm

Thranduil was smitten with you. For the first time in many ages, the so cocky king found beauty in another. He threated you like a guest with the highest honor. Quarters close to his. Thranduil would host parties just to have an excuse to dance with you. He never let any other elf near you. He wanted you for himself. You sometimes dared to tease Thranduil by speaking to other elves, just to see his reaction. You loved how easily jealous he was. He would come over, pull you gently behind him while urging them in a polite way to leave. Sometimes he would lay his robe over your shoulder to hint to others that you were his.

Underneath the moonlight on a summer's day was when you had your first kiss with Thranduil. Forever giving yourself to one another. He married you a month later never wanted to be parted from you ever again. You became queen of the woodland realm. All the elves present adored you for your righteousness and kind heart. Whenever Thranduil dared to lose his temper, you were there to calm him down. Sometimes you would come along with Thranduil and his army in an attempt to reclaim your woods. When Thranduil saw his numbers dim and almost losing you in a battle, he gave up. Not wanting to see his people be slaughtered or see you in danger. For he could not afford to lose you, his brightest star.

| Legolas

Legolas was born with grace. You loved every little detail of him. Thranduil would be careful at first. For he feared to hold such a fragile creature. He feared he might harm it in any way. You would show him he could do no harm. Taking his hand and bringing it up to Legolas for him to touch. His fingers would brush against his cheek making Legolas flutter a laugh. On that Thranduil was sold. Taking his son in his arms and care deeply for him.

As Legolas grew older, Thranduil insisted he had his features from you. Everything about Legolas reminded him of you. With the coming of Legolas was Thranduil more careful. You were no longer aloud out of the woodland realm. Not wanting anything to happen to you or Legolas. You had to admit it felt a bit lonely being unable to see the old woods. Your home that you missed dearly. With each year it grew colder and deader. Plagued by orcs and spiders. Since you had no where else to go, you focused more on Legolas. Teaching him how to defend himself. It was you who introduced Legolas to the bow and arrow. When Legolas was old enough to have his own bow, he would name it after you.

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[spinningalbinoturtle]

Thanksgiving headcanons for the Lotr crew

Its hosted in Rivendell but Elrond lets people extend the invite to others so everyone comes

Sam is in the kitchens from 6am cooking a million things-he also brought several side dishes premade

Frodo is all over the decorations and setting the table but he also made some cookies

Arwen is also very particular about this particularly the table

She has made a seating chart which she hopes will minimize squabbling

She has also set some ground rules like no dissing on your child’s interracial marriage (for Elrond and Thranduil)

Bilbo helps Sam cook in the morning but then he starts drinking around midday and doesn’t stop til he is dragged to bed by Frodo and Erestor

While Elrond is hosting he doesn’t do much just sits around and judges

He and Thranduil will be breaking Arwen’s rules

Thranduil and Gloin out drink Bilbo. They are having a silent drinking contest which has not been spoken of. Each one just decided to out drink the other

Thranduil wins cause he drinks like three bottles of a wine a day

Gimli and Legolas are just trying to avoid their parents

Thankfully Arwen sat them at the opposite end of the table

Unfortunately near Elrond who asks several awkward questions about how elf/dwarf sex works (he’s curious from a medical standpoint)

Bilbo drunkenly tells them how he had a dwarf boyfriend once so he totally understands what they’re going through at which point Frodo cuts off his wine supply

Frodo is actually trying to slow down Bilbo’s drinking all evening but with little success

Elladan and Elrohir have bonded with Merry and Pippin who introduced them to pipeweed. The four of them are stoned out of their minds and consequently eat more than everyone else. Arwen doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her brothers.

Aragorn is in charge of the turkey. Its excellent

He is mostly trying to hide from Elrond the whole time

Boromir tries to assist him with helpful turkey roasting tidbits but Aragorn would rather just do it himself

Eventually he assigns Boromir to the stuffing- its actually not bad

Erestor keeps Elrond occupied, they hang out and play chess in the middle of all the chaos

Glorfindel is the guy who is just ready for the holiday season to start

He keeps pestering Maglor to play Yule carols but Elrond’s rule is not until after dinner

Gandalf sits around and smokes and occasionally yells at Pippin. He takes turns hanging out with Bilbo and getting him drunker, hanging out with Elrond and Galadriel

Galadriel intimidates everyone no one knows where she was before or after dinner

Celeborn brought lembas rolls and cranberry sauce

Faramir makes a mean pumpkin pie

He’s just happy to be included. He fangirls over all the elves who indulge him mostly

Eowyn is enjoying watching the antics. She can’t cook for shit so she doesn’t bother to help with that but she does help clean up

So do Merry and Pippin but only because Gandalf forced them

Eomer brings “traditional Rohirric appetizers” and its smoked horse meat. Pippin and Sam are horrified to learn this.

Everyone has their favorite: Sam’s is obvs PO-TAY-TOES. Frodo likes cranberry sauce. Merry inhales stuffing. Pippin loves rolls.

Drunkest in order of most to least would be: Thranduil, Gloin, Bilbo, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn (but you can’t tell), Eomer, Eowyn, Glorfindel, Sam (he would’ve drunk more but he was busy cooking), Elladan, Elrohir (they’re so high they don’t drink much) Arwen (not a big drinker), Frodo(alcohol fucks with his anxiety so he just has one glass of wine) Faramir (who’s a teatotler cause he thinks if he did drink he’d become an alcoholic).

Lots of songs are sung before people start to retire for bed

Legolas and Gimli have sex really loudly between their fathers’ rooms to annoy them

Galadriel shows up around midnight and helps finish cleaning up

The clean up crew includes Eowyn, Merry, Faramir, Pippin, Gandalf, and Legolas and Gimli. They have a great time.

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[everchased]

HELLO I LOVE YOUR HALF ORC TAV, I havent seen many fellow half-orc tavs!! Tusk gang high five!!

Very important question: how do you think Aatarion and a Half-Orc Tav would kiss? 🤔 it be a very teethy situation with so many fangs and tusks

ahaha thank you!! <3

to me, they have a fine time with it as long as their mouths stay closed. astarion's fangs probably aren't any more in the way for a half-orc than they are for other races. they're not too big, and he's practiced.

i think deeper open-mouth kissing is the real danger because that's when the risk of catching lips and knocking teeth really happens and boy those tusks sure are. just in the way.

imo a little bit of teeth bumping if they forget themselves is cute, it's untapped potential to get teased by the vampire for being too eager. but i also think it's possible to avoid IF they pay attention. :)c

here i have an example of a successful smooch excuse the blood

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[sotwk]

According to the lay known as “The Fall of Gil-Galad”, upon this elven-king’s death, he was “the last whose realm was fair and free, between the Mountains and the Sea”.

…say what now? Excuse me, dear Middle-earth minstrels, but you seem to have forgotten about THIS GUY:

King Thranduil Oropherion is the Sindarin counterpart of the “High King of the Noldor”, and therefore comparable to the renowned High King Gil-Galad, but is sadly not given the same amount of recognition in stories and songs.

Allow me the honor of “singing” the ways Thranduil is very similar to Gil-Galad:

(1) Both were born in the First Age, and as young elves witnessed the destruction of the cities they lived in: Thranduil in Doriath and Gil-Galad in the Havens of the Falas. They were exposed to war and bloodshed at an early age and experienced living as refugees.

(2) Both survived and possibly participated in the War of Wrath. (You know, that really terrible, bloody, decades-long war that literally broke the world--that war.) According to certain interpretations of the film “The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug”, Thranduil likely did fight in the War of Wrath, where he “faced the great serpents of the north”. Elven warriors of the First Age were incredibly fierce warriors out of necessity, and if Thranduil survived those great battles when he was about 150 years old, that makes him extra badass. 

(3) Both inherited their kingships from their forefathers. Gil-Galad’s claim to the Noldor throne (like his canon parentage) is a little murky, but he is related to Fingolfin whose line was pretty much wiped out, so only Elrond or Galadriel could have challenged his claim (which they didn’t). Thranduil’s claim is far more direct as the son of the first King of the Woodland Realm and ruler of the Silvan people.

(4) Both were warrior kings. Because canon stories of Thranduil are very sparse, we don’t know for sure which wars he did or didn’t participate in during the Second Age. What DID he do those 2,000+ years while his father was establishing and ruling the realm? Honing his warrior skills seems to be a fair hypothesis. How else would he have developed the deadly skills he exhibited at the Battle of Five Armies? How else would he have kept the foul creatures of Dol Goldur at bay without a magic ring? It’s very possible he’s seen more time on the battlefield than official historical accounts say. 

(5) Both fought at the Battle of Dagorlad, during the War of the Last Alliance. Gil-Galad fought hard and valiantly to the end at Mordor, slaying Sauron by his own spear. Because Oropher died at the first onslaught, it was likely that Thranduil had to exit the war early, either to bury his father and their slain soldiers, or because he himself was injured. There may have been enough time for him to rejoin the Alliance at the Siege of Barad-dûr, to avenge his father and salvage his family’s honor and pride. But Thranduil, whom people mistakenly dismiss as arrogant or proud, was a king who valued his people and the soldiers under his command. It would have been easy glory to join the Siege since by then the war had been all but won (and won by the blood of his people, might I add). Thranduil chose to stay with his kin and help them through the loss of their king and many loved ones, and to reassure them that they were in good hands with him as their new ruler. 

It’s a big, sad shame that Tolkien was not able to write more stories about Thranduil, his family, and the Mirkwood elves. Based on the theories we, his fans, are able to formulate about him, it seems he may have been the most successful, even most benevolent, Elven ruler of them all. He will just have to get his glory and renown in the “songs” and “lays” of our headcanons and fanfics. 

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[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Scent, Taste, Touch (Mirkwood Elves x Reader)

Summary - Three of the five senses with the Mirkwood elves.

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, female genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, male masturbation, female masturbation, creampie, smelling intimates while masturbating, legolas whimpering, eating while masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public oral sex, thinking of reader while masturbating, reader does not have any specified genitalia (I tried my best).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Pairings - Legolas x Reader, Thranduil x Reader, Tauriel x Reader

Word Count - 1,900+

A/N - I am in the middle of writing a smut and needed a little break, so I thought I'd try my hand at something new. I also made my own gifs which are a little off, but I like them. Pure smut under the cut!

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- legolas

Scent. Things of the earth that brought comfort to the elven prince were far and few; it was farther and fewer when it came to instantaneous soothing. It neared the realms of impossibility to cease the never-ending chatter, the sleepless nights, and the constant sensation of fight or flight that roamed through his veins.

Yet, there was one thing that always eased him. The one thing that lulled him into a sense of security he hadn't felt for decades. 

Your scent.

The moment he breathed in your scent, the perfect mixture of forest musk and spring waters, all chatter within his mind ceased. The lids of his piercing blue eyes would flutter shut, the weight of his toned figure easing into your gentle arms as he breathed you in. 

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent straight from the source, the soothing tightness of his strong arms holding you close to him as he kept breathing you in. 

The exact position would keep you in place as his aching cock stretched you out. The halls filled with the squelching click of his manhood carving itself deep into your sensitive walls as he kept his face buried in your shoulder, the soft tickle of his breath upon your exposed skin sending shivers down your spine as you heard him inhale shakily.

"So good." The words would be breathless as if he was a sailor who had fallen overboard desperately attempting to gain air, yet all he wished to fill his lungs with was the scent of you.

He wouldn't raise his head from your shoulders; his grip upon you would tighten as he hid his face further into your flesh as a slew of soft whimpers vibrated against your skin. The weight of his body firmly pressed into you, deepening the heavenly stretch of your inner walls as the speed within his hips would quicken.

His thrusts deepened, ensuring each inch of his cock had its moment within your sensitive area as he moaned in your scent, breathing it all in as he painted your walls with his hot seed.

And when there are nights where you were unable to warm his bed. He would find your scent in other manners.

The sight, one of his face masked within the fabric of your intimate wear. His nose pressed deep into the fabrics, seeking the spot that contained the most amount of your sensitive aromas.

The faint squelching click of the elven prince toying with his throbbing cock was stifled by his shaky, deep inhales as he breathed in the scent that clung to the fabric upon his face.

"Fuck." The word was a muffled moan as his slender hand tightened around his cock, the weight of his head falling back, allowing the intimates to weigh upon his face, drowning his sensitive nose in the pure scent of you. 

He'd continue to breathe in the tang of your scent, his motions growing sloppier and sloppier as he envisioned himself in that all too familiar position: deep inside you, holding you tight, breathing you in.

A slew of whimpers would fall from his lips, muffled by the fabric, as his aching cock would shoot rope after rope of white, hot seed. Trickling down his strong hand, dripping onto his wrist as he sat there: breathing in your scent.

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- tauriel

Taste. The captain of Mirkwood's guards had a very refined pallet. There was little that truly satisfied her taste buds, as many of their foods she deemed as bland and the wines lackluster.

But, there was one thing she craved. One thing she yearned to taste over and over again.

You.

The moment your lips entwined with hers, allowing her to taste that divine sweet taste upon her own, quenched her cravings. The lids of her emerald eyes would flutter shut; the warmth of your soft lips melding into hers would ease all tension from her.

Her tongue would graze your bottom lip as the kiss deepened, seeking out more of your taste as her strong hands rested upon your shoulders. A content hum would vibrate into your mouth as your lips part, allowing her to indulge in her cravings.

Cravings that she held for more than your lips. The training grounds flooded with the harmony of your breathless moans; the sensation of your hands tugging at her hair filled her senses as she continued to pleasure your sensitive area.

A pleased hum would vibrate against your nether regions, sending a shiver down your spine as her tongue continued to navigate your sensitivity. The bitter tang of you filled her mouth, making her moan in pleasure against your flesh as she buried her face further into you.

A faint sting of her nails digging into the flesh of your hips would fill your senses, earning a faint hiss to fall from your soft lips as she continued to lap away at your sensitivity. The sound of her pleased hums growing as loud as your moans, the training grounds filled with the pleasure-filled melody as the elven guard indulged in her cravings.

Her tongue would move faster, lips pausing to suck against the sensitive flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through your body. The knot within your stomach would snap, sending that familiar static of pleasure to rush within your veins.

A grin would spread upon her lips as your sweet nectar filled them, her tongue seeking out every last ounce of the heavenly liquid as she continued to lick and suck until there was none left for you to give.

And for nights without you, she would find other ways to fill her cravings.

There was a dish she claimed tasted like you, a dish she would spend hours perfecting to be to her taste. The sight of her, legs sprawled wide on the bed, a silver platter of food beside her, a hand between her thighs, and the other grabbing from the platter.

The halls would tingle with the soft harmony of a gentle squelch from betwixt her thighs, her slender fingers gliding in and out of her soaked core as she bit into the food. A moan would be muffled by the food within her mouth, chewing it as slowly as the slender fingers that pumped inside of her.

The gentle stretch of her fingers delving deep into her core was nothing compared to the heavenly stretch of your fingers, nor was the dish as divine as your taste, yet that did not detour the elven guard from getting her fill.

Her fingers would move faster, food falling upon her chest as her inner thighs would clench around her hand. The gasps of her pleasures momentarily stalled as she swallowed down the delectable dish, envisioning it was you upon her lips.

Her inner walls would flutter and spasm around her fingers, drenching her fingers and hand with her sweet nectar as she lay on the bed. Legs still spread wide, the platter beside her, and a yearning for your taste.

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- thranduil

Touch. The elven king wasn't necessarily fond of familiar greetings. He didn't see the point in them: handshakes, headbutting, and worse of all, hugs. The elven king saw no purpose in such juvenile greetings. 

In his mind, there was no purpose for his skin to touch another, for his warmth to mix with theirs. They were a waste of time, nothing more.

However, there was one whose touch was like a soothing balm to his aching heart. A touch that allowed his view of familiar greetings to crumble.

Your touch.

The moment he felt your soft hand within his, the soothing sensation of your fingers resting within the gaps of his fingers, the elven king would soften. The sharpness of his steel-blue eyes would ease as his gaze fell upon the sight of your palm pressed against his.

His thumb would glide upon the smooth skin of the back of your hand, tracing the path of your knuckle to the crook of your thumb. The weight of the day would ease away as he held your hand tightly, his free hand encasing the other side of yours as if it were the most precious gem within his collection.

A grasp all too familiar to you. One you would often feel upon your wrists as the king held you on to the smooth silks on his bed, his throbbing cock carving itself deep within your sensitive walls as the bed creaked with each sharp thrust his hips made.

His free hand would glide down upon your side, tracing the path to your upper thigh as he brought your hands to his lips, pressing his thin lips against the smooth flesh that separates your wrist and your thumb as he continues to drive his hips into yours.

He'd free one of your wrists, allowing it to fall onto the smoothness of the bed as he placed the one within his grasp up to his toned chest, allowing you to feel the contrast of smooth skin within the sea of scars his chest held from previous battles.

"Touch me." The words would be a breathless plea as if he was a poor sinner who had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness, yet all he was begging for was the warmth of your touch.

His eyes would loop back into his skull, the weight of his head falling backward as he'd feel your hand glide down from his chest towards his lower abdomen. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten from your touch, how his hips would stall for a moment before driving into you even harder.

"More." He'd command, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he lost himself in the sea of your touch. You would be able to feel every inch of his cock twitching with pleasure whenever you'd move your hand; the smooth glide of your skin against his was utter perfection.

The twitching of his cock would come to a halt as he painted your inner walls white with his seed. The small circles you traced upon his lower abdomen would send him over the edge of pleasure. Sharp hisses of pleasure would escape his lips as you'd feel his body quivering beneath your touch, trembling just as a leaf would in the wind.

And for nights without your touch, he would improvise.

The sight of the elven king sat upon his bed, legs spread as his hand glid up and down his throbbing cock. The faint twinkle of the candlelight reflecting against the delicate bracelet upon his wrist caught within the corner of his eye, a bracelet which was an exact copy of the one he had given you.

The delicate metal charm upon it would often tap against his massive cock as he continued his stroking motions as a chill would roam down his spine as the lids of his steel-blue eyes would flutter close.

His lips parted, mouth falling open, allowing for each groan of pleasure to escape his lips with no resistance as the air filled with the squelch of his hand upon his cock, and the faint jingle of the bracelet bouncing upon his wrist.

His cock would glisten, covered in a cream specially crafted to keep your skin as soft and smooth as he enjoyed it. The whiteness of the cream mixed with the whiteness of his seed as his brows knitted together.

He would continue to revel in the sensations, envisioning your hands upon his cock, your touch, as the tightness within his abdomen would continue to strain until it finally snapped.

A hiss of pleasure would escape his lips, his head tilting backward as the heat of his seed drenched his hand, trickling down upon the bracelet. Envisioning it was yours instead.

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Legolas, Tauriel, Thranduil

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[growingingreenwood]

I think that if Elrond and Mereneth ever met, they'd become fast buddies. Not on the level that Thranduil amd Celebrian are, for sure, but they'd DEF bond over medicinal herbs and the best way to cure somebody after they touched/ate some poisonous plant or smth like that.

If Legolas got that much of his personality from his mother, I can assure you that Elrond would be dreading wayy less the visits of the Greenwood Royals lol.

(and I also think that he'd need a moment or two to breath the whole new person that Thranduil becomes in her presence. He'd never seen Thranduil so light and happy and quick to smile. I imagine Elrond looking out the window one night and seeing them dancing together under the stars and the branches of the trees. And he'd def notice the changes and how much her death affected him, having seen the person he was before..)

Btw you can def message me to stop if my asks are getting annoying or smth. I just love your 'verse and your oc's (specially ferdan and your version of galion) so much I think about them All The Time lmao.

An Anonymous Ask that had a Very Similar Question to yours: Did Mereneth and Elrond ever met? Either in Imladris or in Valinor? Because since the two of them are healers, they could probably bond over that (and maybe if still in Arda, Elrond would come to dread less the visits from greenwood cause he knew Mereneth liked him, therefore Thranduil wouldn't be as intimidating lmao)

Elrond and Mereneth get along SO WELL. So well. Unfortunately (for Elrond) they don't get a chance to meet until after they are all in Valinor. Tbh almost nobody outside of Greenwood got to meet Mereneth, or even get to know that Thranduil was romantically interested in somebody but especially not that he had gotten MARRIED before Greenwood had already lost its queen. 

Admittedly by the time they get to Valinor Elrond had already much improved in dealing with Thranduil compared to = when they first had to interact with each other politically and then more personally once Elrond and Celebrian had gotten married, they visits were still dreaded significantly less once Mereneth had been reunited with her husband. 

Perhaps even eagerly anticipated. 

I think that the shock Elrond felt about seeing the change in Thranduil would be a bit similar to the shock he felt the first time he saw Thranduil and Little Legolas interacting with one another. But, more. Seeing Thranduil be kind and tender with an elfling was one thing, but seeing Thranduil be so thoroughly in love and completely devoted to another full grown elf was another thing entirely. 

A Bonus For Elrond: After Mereneth was back, I also think that Ferdan and Galion would also be slightly less… Like That™™ all of the time. Partly because Thranduil was less snarky so the other two had less practice and opportunity to add their own snarkiness. Partly because, like Legolas, her unrelenting positive attitude and sunny disposition is contagious to even the grumpiest and most jaded of elves. 

(Don't worry they aren't getting annoying literally at all and I don't want you to stop, sometimes it just take a bit to answer things so you'll have to be patient af with me but i love it so much pls don't stop)

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[queeniesrose]

NSFW | Thranduil | Headcanons

Consider Modern Actor AU featuring Thranduil and Reader as the main stars. The movie is based off an erotica so there’s lots of making out, grinding, and overall close proximity on the set. Maybe after a certain take they have to escape to the dressing room? I can so clearly imagine Thranduil having an erection on set while Reader is on his lap and as soon as the take is over he’s dragging them to the dressing room and fucking them against a wall.

- Salt

My first Middle Earth request! Fucking bless, this was a lot of fun to write. This will be featuring an AFAB reader.

Master Post

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Modern Thranduil: Horny Actors

It waa no surprise to the cast or crew that you and Thranduil had a lot of chemistry. Both on and off set.

You had been friends for many years. Although, things have always been pretty platonic until now.

With the joys of it being a full on movie, there was a lot of short cuts when it came to the spicy scenes.

The more intimate you were getting on set for different scenes, the more your feelings for each other had grown off set.

On a particular, more sexual day on set, both of you were hornier and in need of a release than normal.

After doing so many takes with you on his lap, he had an erection.

You weren't helping him out though, considering you would tease him. You'd move ever so slightly, knowing you were making him hard.

When the director finally called for a break, you made your way to your dressing room, dragging him behind you.

As soon as the door closed, both of you were stripping out of what little clothing you had on.

He quickly had you pinned against a wall. With how wet you were, he was able to quickly get himself prepped and into you.

He wasn't exactly being gentle with you, not that you minded.

He started out with you holding up, with your back against the wall.

It wasn't long before he had you coming for the first time of that session. Praising you, as you were mumbling out his name and things that resembled words.

As soon as you came down from your high. He set you down, turning you towards the wall and pushing you up against it.

He quickly had his dick back into your dripping cunt. Thrusting hard into you.

Thranduil's thrusts started to grow sloppy, signaling to you that he was close.

Luckily for him, your second orgasm tore through your body. The clenching of your walls around him, pulled his orgasm out.

After you both came down from your highs, he eased you onto the couch that you had in the room. Taking his time to clean both of you up.

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[lady-of-imladris]

More Thranduil and his wife HCs brought to you by my brain (which is trying to avoid studying for my test tomorrow)

1. He insists that she sit on his lap during council meetings so they can snuggle. She tries to protest, stating that she has a throne of her own for a reason, but Thranduil is very much of the “I am king and I make the rules” attitude. He loves resting his chin on the top of her head and glaring at his court when someone’s stepped out of line, all the while stroking down her arm lightly. She’s honestly got the best seat in the house.

2. I don’t see her as being very handy, and he always makes a big show out of teasing her when she seeks him out to fix something she’s broken.

3. His elk has, more than once, displayed Thranduil’s direction in favor of following the queen wherever she is going if they happen to cross paths while Thranduil is on a ride. With the king still on his back! The elk also has a habit of leaning on her and shoving its huge head under her arm.

4. The reason he wears a v neckline is because his wife loves to kiss and brush her hand against the hallow of his throat as she walks by.

5. Before her death, they enjoyed building forts with Legolas when he was small, often leading to pillow fights and lots of laughter.

6. He loves kissing her and looks for any and every excuse to do so.

7. They regularly sparred together, her often teasing Thranduil by saying “you hit like an elfling” as she ducks his blows.

8. They’re close with Glorfindel and the Balrog Slayer always makes it a point to playfully flirt with her to ruffle Thranduil’s feathers.

Lol that’s it for now but I’ve got more.

Baaaaaabe??? You gotta study, you can't avoid it forever. I have my first lecture tomorrow and I can't believe I have to go back for at least 5 more Semesters 😭😂 so thank you so much for sharing these with me... I have notes!!

1. Love it, absolutely, no personal space for the queen!!

2. That is so adorable 😭❤️

3. I LOVE IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THE ELK AND THE QUEEN ARE BESTIES, THRANDUIL IS JUST ALSO THERE HAHAHA

4. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LIKE THE WAY YOU'RE THINKING

5. Ok so I LITERALLY wrote a little pillow fight into the next chapter of my Thranduil fic??

6. Again. NO. PERSONAL. SPACE

7. YESSSSSSS!!!! she would win!!

8. That's also one of my HCs!!! Glorfindel flirts with both of them!!

Thank you so much for sending me these, you're gonna ace that test tomorrow babe!!!!

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[lucy-verse]

In a desperate bid to put Arwen off Aragorn, Elrond talks Thranduil into setting her up with Legolas, hoping to strengthen the alliance between their realms while they’re at it. Thranduil takes Legolas to Rivendell during the summer to spend time with her in the hope that romance might blossom.

At first it all seems to be going to plan. Legolas and Arwen quickly become inseparable, frolicking in the forest together, braiding each other’s hair, whispering and giggling during mealtimes, exchanging flowers, etc. Elrond finds a little poem hidden in the guest chambers about a beautiful being with dark hair and blue eyes. Elladan seems unusually disgruntled, glaring at the two of them from across the room and hovering around Arwen protectively whenever Legolas is around.

When Legolas comes bursting into his chambers one morning, asking for his blessing to wed one of his children, Elrond is over the moon, ‘oh Valar, yes! You have my blessing, you have all my blessings! Of course you can marry Arwen!’

And Legolas just stares at him completely baffled and goes, ‘Arwen? No, no, I’m asking your permission to marry Elrohir! Your daughter and I have been talking about it all summer, she thinks it’s a great idea!’

Bonus:

Thranduil: Didn’t I mention that Legolas has no interest in elleths? Whoops. Probably should have.

Bonus bonus:

Elladan, bursting through the doors: IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!

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