#thranduil x fem!reader

[gloomwitchwrites]

Winter Gem

Thranduil x Female Elf Reader

Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.

A/N: For @firelightinferno

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“The first snows have arrived.”

“It has come early.”

Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. “Indeed.”

You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.

“You look ready for your hunt,” observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.

“Yes,” reply softly. “I plan on heading out for a bit.”

His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. “In this weather?”

You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduil’s gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.

“Is my king telling me I cannot?” You’re teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.

“As long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.” Even though Thranduil’s tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.

Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.

Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if they’ve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.

In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.

“Enjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.”

You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.

It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.

Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. It’s the first time he’s been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.

While tracking, he lost something precious.

Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.

He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.

This hunt—your hunt—is about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.

Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But you’ve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.

Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.

As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. It’s not ideal, but you can manage.

Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, it’s sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.

Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.

“Found you.”

The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.

The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.

Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.

Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.

Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.

The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. It’s freezing. Temperature isn’t usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. It’s as if you’ve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.

You walk and walk, and you have no idea if you’ve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and you’re not sure how far you’ve gone, or if you’re simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps you’re imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.

You’re not dressed for this sort of weather.

And you’re tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesn’t seem so bad. It’s fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.

As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.

You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.

A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesn’t seem real.

There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.

“Thranduil,” you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“I found you, my star.”

There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.

You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.

Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.

“You’re awake.” Thranduil’s voice is a gentle, comforting hug.

Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.

“You came looking for me,” you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.

“Did you think I would not?” he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.

You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. “When did you start to worry?”

Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. “When the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.” You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. “I gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.” He pauses. “I’m not sure my heart could take any more loss.”

The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. “I do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.”

Thranduil nods. “There is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.”

“Perhaps I strayed too close,” you murmur.

“Perhaps,” replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.

Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.

He does not release your hand. “I know why you left.”

“Thranduil—”

“You did not need to explain. I understand why.” Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. “I am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.”

You turn into his touch. “That ring is important to you.”

“Many things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.”

Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. “Are you mad?”

“Never.”

“Will you hold me?”

“For as long as you like.”

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[despairinthedeparturelounge]

Melian

Thranduil x f!reader

So many things changed after the big battle, you hope this goes for better

Warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, mention of miscarriage, fluff and happy ending and yea... a lot of cringyness

like & Comments are very much appreciated

Autumn was late to arrive at Mirkwood realm but the early morning breeze put a smile on your face as you walked pass the garden in between quarters,

The weather was pleasent and freshening but even the gentle cold made the sensitive skin of your swollen belly to react in worst ways, you still had weeks to end the semester and the following winter was the time for the baby to be born, but this time was a bit different.

Wrapping the cloak around your body, you carefully enter the garden to find your first born training, more like playing, with the bow that was almost as tall as he was and arrows that were all over the ground, some even half deep in the grass making you question the power the little one hold.

Sun was shining through tall trees down on the golden hair prince totally unaware of your presents still, your smile soon turned into laughter when he tripped over and fell on the ground, "your ada was right about the hair, my little one, you can't see in front of you!" You hummed sitting uncomfortably on the grass, letting a shaky breath out, his head was quick to pop up "nana.."

"Soon with all the nagging?"

He shook his head taking your hand to help him stand, pouting his lips making you smile wider cleaning his dirty cheeks,

"My knee hurt..."

"Which one deary?"

He turned and dropped himself in your embrace taking your both hands and wrapped them around himself,

To you Legolas was always the golden ray of sunshine, bringing warmth and joy where ever he walked in, even when he was in your belly, the energy he radiant through you was felt by every soul you walked with

Your true blessing

Caressing his golden hair you kissed his head several times before drawing a fussy noise from him, turning around in your arms he mindlessly moved his legs around you to sit facing your frame, finally settling down, his eyes where quick to fall on your bump carefully touching it,

"Ada said, he will be here soon"

"So ada thinks he's a boy?"

He nodded looking up at your face, "what do you think?"

To your surprise he gently put his ear on your belly, "Leg-"

"Nana shhh"

Placing his small fingers on your lips you happily kissed them making him giggle in response,

"She doesn't talk to me anymore"

He admitted dropping his hand to your chest, clinging to your dress

"The baby talked to me last night, but now..."

He pouted his lips again looking for an answer in your worried eyes, you waited few seconds before placing your own hand on the side of your bump when a sudden sharp pain passed through your spine, your breath hitched in your throat trying not to scare the child in your arms,

"Let's play a game okay?" You let out a sob while smiling "let's see how fast you can get your ada for me, alright my elfling?" Patting his back you helped him stand back on his feet before running back to the chambers,

Trying your best to stand up with shaky legs another trail of pain burnt through your abdomen,

Moving your cloak aside to walk faster than the growing pain that was taking all over your body,

"Not now, no no no not now!!"

You cried walking up the stairs, "lady Y/n!" You heard someone but before taking a look around your vision wet blur.

You woke up from what it felt to be hours with a sharp pain all over your body, "my lady you must stay awake"

"It's too soon for labor" you panted looking at the healers standing next to your bed

"But it is happening and i need you to stay conscious my queen"

Dressed up in sweat and tear you were crying with every breath you took, screaming.

The quarter's doors swing open only to reveal your worried husband, "y/n.."

"Thranduil... i can't... i can't do it"

You begged and cried as you gripped his sleeve to pull him closer,

He carefully kissed your forehead while moving your hair away from your wet face, "i can't, i can't lose this one"

Your sobbing got louder as he touched the sensitive skin of your arms to help you sit accordingly, "you're not gonna lose it, you're not gonna lose anything" taking your trembling chin in his hand "look at me, meleth nìn" kissing your eyes he gave you time to calm down and catch your breath.

"If i lose this one, it will be the third" sobbing harder you squeezed his arm harder when another stroke of pain hit you, "three..."

His eyes were filled with tears watching you in this condition "The other two didn't make it this far my love, i know how you feel if i could take the pain or make it go away i would!" He sounded helpless looking in your eyes, "i would bear the pain to last bit cause i can't see you this way" bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

You cried more feeling the contractions starting, "this one's stronger can't you feel it?"

He whispered holding your hand tighter,

"I can't feel anything! It was nothing like when i had our son" shaking your head you let out another painful cry fearing for your little elf to hear,

"There's a battle field, a war difference between these two,"

Holding his shoulder in your hand you placed the other hand on your bump to force a pressure on it,

"I'm not the same as i was, my body is not the same, i can't" it was healed but your body was still carrying the scars and your mind was no better, unable to process the importance of the life you were delivering.

Giving it all your energy you started pushing as the maiden rubbed your sore spine,

Screaming with pain your hand drop to the headboard of the bed as another maid reached you.

The windows were all open since you were sweating your gown wet and between all the screams and cursing you heard your son crying from behind the closed doors and you could swear you heard him calling for you,

Searching for your husband you mouthed a please before looking at the door again, "Thranduil please, he'll cry to the point of fainting"

"Lady Y/n has a strong body my lord, you can go" an elderly woman said before turning his attention back to you, "i'll be back soon" you blinked for assurance, forgetting your pain for a moment

"Almost there my lady, just one more" squeezing the mattress in your fist you gave in to just make this go away as soon as possible.

On the other side of the door Thranduil tried to comfort his first born, only to have him crying silently in his arms "can we go to nana now?"

"Soon we will dear one,"

"I don't like the baby" he stated playing with the pattern drawn on his father's collar, "may i ask why?"

"She's hurting nana, i saw her crying too it was for the baby in her" he mumbled not looking up at his father, "your nana is one of the strongest elves i've ever seen!" He said sitting on the edge of his chair putting his boy to sit on the table before him, "she fought in a battle so big! So brave. She's an excellent warrior with a talent you never seen when shooting an arrow"

Legolas was now mesmerised but his father's words, no sign of crying or tearing up

"A perfect fighter"

"Did she cried there too?" He asked curiously

"In the battlefield? No but she did cry after"

He whispered fixing the little boy's hair

"Don't tell her i said this!" He placed his index finger on his nose only for Legolas to repeat it afterward "i won't!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He smiled in return when a knock on the door took both their attention, "my lord!"

"Y/n.." he said before standing up and running to the quarters where his wife was, he hesitated for a second before entering the room thinking about all the possible scenes he will face, not ready for any of them.

The doors flew open and the maid bow down smiling "so on time my king!" He let out the breath he was holding and walked towards the bed seeing you holding a wrap of cloth,

"Are you alright, meleth?" The whisper came out of his mouth weak but seeing your small smile was a relief, "i'm well, we both are"

Your head turned slightly to right pointing to the small creature in your arms, "it's a girl"

You cried looking back at him as he sat next to you looking at her more carefully, silver bright hair with two of the biggest blue irises ever seen, the perfect girl, your perfect girl.

"Her eyes are open!" He was surprised looking at you with a big smile

"She was so eager to be here my lord" a maiden said fixing the new gown around your shoulders

"Do you want to hold her?" You offered and he willingly accepted for his girl to be placed in his arms, "Legolas was right" you said placing your chin on his arm looking at the corner of the open door, seeing two eyes peaking inside.

You smiled leaning forward a little, "i wish Legolas was here, he knew how to treat my pains away" pressing your lips together you looked over one more time to see him still standing there, doubting.

Letting out a fake moan of pain and he was quick to run and approach you from other side of the bed, crawling to reach your frame, waisting no time he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you so tightly kissing your cheek,

"Uh my wonderful prince! You're here! Talking all my pain away" you said breathing in his sweet smell

Still holding you tightly his eyes wandered around, "is that the baby?"

"That's her," Thranduil said removing the cloth more to reveal her face.

Legolas reached his hand so carefully and touched the girl's forehead like how he did with your bump proving once more how much of an angle he is.

"What do we call her?"

You looked between them two asking,

"Melian,"

Your husband said staring at the girl in his arms, "since she is a precious gift, her name must be of the same value."

You smiled kissing his shoulder before resting your head on it.

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[jolieterestrial]

ELF ON A WHAT NOW?!

Thranduil x fem!reader

Basically: thranduil finds out about santa’s helper elfs from A human passer by in eryngallen and is reaaaaallly confused [not proof read]

Christmas came early? Btw the Reader is from present reality planted into Tolkien-verse. Enjoy!

Woodland realm to a human was particularly magical with their found family at their side. No matter how different that family was from her y/n took the duties of Queen very seriously. Local elves worshiped the ground she walked on. Although skeptical of her origins at first she even managed fo get through the ice cold heart of the king and his son. His son, Legolas even looked up to her more than he looked up to his father. Something about the stories from her world made little leggy want to go on adventures with her and on adventures did they go. Now, he found himself all grown up for an elf, or as grown up as he Could be.

Just as he was about to cross the border back to home after a long journey he came a cross an odd looking fellow with gear resembling that of a warrior, long horns seeped from his helmet. It reminded him of his dramatic ada’s crown. This strange men clearly wasn’t elf or belonging to anywhere near here. So he decided to introduce himself.

“Aye boy, you can’t possibly be an elf. North Pole elves are short, silly and not attractive. Not particularly wise as far as I can tell. They do seem to do good which is nice. Santa elves are not warriors, they do not wield weapons.”

“Who’s Santa? Hold that thought. I shall take you to the king and queen.”

Legolas muttered under his breath “She might know something about this…”

…

“Does anyone care to explain where my son and wife are?”

“You grace, the queen is in town for the fair. As for the prince i was informed, of the latest, he’s crossed the border.”

“Yes, how-“

“There’s one more thing, your grace, the prince isn’t alone…”

“What do you mean?”

“Guards have spotted the prince on his way with a human companion”

“why is that so alarming… it might be his mellon Strider”

“I would not be so sure your grace, prince might require an audience before the welcome back feast”

“Sure. Why not”

Thranduil continued to show his calm posterior. But inside he was dying to know who this human was. Last time this happened it was you he [thranduil] came back with.

…

“Ada!”

“Legolas i’ve missed you dearly”

*elvish hug thing* (i know, how addictive)

“Where’s Naneth?”

“She’s in town I’ve already sent Galion to fetch her”

“Galion? Are you certain he’ll be able to find her”

“Well we are short staffed… aren’t you going to introduce your friend, ion nin?”

“He isn’t really my friend…this is Einar we met right outside the forest ada, he seemed fo be lost. Anyways i need to speak with Naneth on his origins he keeps telling me i’m no elf-“

“- Aye! you aren’t boy! North Pole elves are short, silly and not attractive. Not particularly wise as far as I can tell. They do seem to do good which is nice. Santa elves are not warriors, they do not wield weapon—“

“You’ve already complimented how attractive i am twice will you stop Einar?! let’s wait for the queen she might understand more than we do.”

Thranduil more confused than when he met you really needed answers so he waited for your counsel.

…

“Leggy my boy!”

“Nana!”

*human hug cause physical touch>>>*

“Wee lad this your mother? She looks lot younger than you!”

“Who’s this?” You asked surprised that your husband hadn’t put this odd stranger in a dungeon already or was he a stranger.

“Einar i met him on my way to here. Nana he claims that i’m not an elf. Going on about some Santa and the North Pole…have you heard of this legend?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Einar had that look on him were you could see he was scared of whatever was going on but like your husband he made sure to hide it well.

“Meleth have you any knowledge of this Santa?”

“Yes i do. And it’s no harm to any of us. I understand Einar’s confusion. Let’s just get to the feast boys! I’m starving!”

No one dared to go against your word. After the feast. You made sure Einar found comfort in one of the empty chambers in the palace. As a Human who knows what He went through to get here you shared your experience with him and he told you his. Afterwards you went back to your still quizzical husband who wouldn’t shut up about how weird it is that in your land people have to Vote for a leader. It seems to challenge his existence.

“Meleth, you never told us what Einar meant about Santas-helper-elves”

“Oh! So you know santa now right? Elves in some cultures in my world are his helpers. They wear pointy red or green hats. And funny shoes. We even had a thing called elf on a shelf…Einar’s right, they’re nothing like you guys.”

“ELF ON A WHAT NOW?!”

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[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; On Display (Vampire!Thranduil x Human!Fem!Reader)

Summary - An "innocent" attempt to feed your thirst for attention leaves you on display for all of Mirkwood to see, it appears that y ou were not the only one thirsting for some attention...& possibly something more.

Warnings - Smut, language, female reader, afab reader, vampire!Thranduil (heavily implied), slight dark!Thranduil, possessive!Thranduil, brat!Reader. female genitalia (reader), male genitalia (Thranduil & Guard OC, brief), flirting (reader), Guard fancying Reader (heavily implied), name calling, pet names, praise kink, implied mind-control, voyeurism, fingering/masturbation, sex toys (pretend they exist in middle-earth), bondage, magical restraints(?), impact play (slapping), sensation play (Thranduil being physically cold), blind-folding (reader).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 6,000+

A/N - This is a chaotic mess, I apologize for it & the endless warnings for the first part…the next part may be a bit worse. I apologize if there is any grammar or anatomy errors, I use an online checker so it does miss a few things & I am genuinely awful at anatomy!

Read on AO3

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The tips of your fingers delicately glid across each indentation upon the carvings within the chilled marbled pillars; the sight of small animals to massive dragons accompanied the smooth chill you felt beneath your fingertips. A sensation you had grown accustomed to during your stay with the peculiar elven king.

Though you often spent your days strolling through the twisted halls of Mirkwood, the sensation you had gotten accustomed to came from something far more exquisite than any art piece that adorned these very halls. The elven king himself,  Thranduil .

His hair shone as bright as molten gold, eyes as watchful and bright as the morning sky, overseeing all of the beings under his reign, and his skin as pale and cold as snow. His Majesty, Thranduil, was a sight for all to behold.

The first time you had witnessed his beauty, you believed it was all but a dream or rather a ghost. His beauty haunted your mind from the burning morning sky to the darkness of night. 

Though the sight of his beauty was nothing but a faint memory, it was utterly addictive. A wordless siren's call that sent every fiber of your being ablaze. 

The inextinguishable fire burned rampant within your heart as every waking hour became more tiresome with the sleepless nights refusing to end, the only cure to your mysterious illness far from where you stood.

A pull not only noticeable to you but to the elven king himself as well, what began as faint thoughts of you spiraled into an uncontrollable thirst for your return.

A thirst soon to be quenched the moment you stepped foot onto Mirkwood soil, your body under the unspoken pull's control as it puppeteered you into his majesty's sturdy arms.

The same arms that now tossed you aside each time you sought comfort within them, the elven king proclaimed that the endless amounts of work he sought out held the utmost importance over you. You, the one he once so desperately sought after but now cruelly ignored.

Thoughts on the unspoken pull the king had upon you came to a halt at the sound of a throat clearing, the tips of your fingers hovering over the delicate carvings while your head turned towards the direction of the faint sound.

"My lady." The fiery-haired elf lowered his head towards you, the title still feeling bizarre to you despite the endless amounts of times you had heard it.

" Please ," You began, nodding your head in his direction. "call me Y/N." The guard's eyes widened at the lack of formality. The king had so heavily enforced the title to the point few knew your name.

"My lady -erm , Y/N," The guard began, his eyes adverting from yours and onto the creaking floor beneath him. Shifting his weight from one covered foot to another. "his highness requests your presence in the dining hall." He continued, his eyes refusing to meet yours. The hue of his fiery hair spreading across his cheeks up to the tips of his pointed ears, odd.

"I see..." You began, your words trailing off due to the sudden shift in the guard's actions. The air grew tense as your eyes burned into the top of his lowered skull. "His highness  can wait . I have other matters I wish to attend to." The elf's eyes widened in shock as you began to step towards him.

"I apologize for the interruption. I shall let you be." The once sturdy husky voice began to waver as you moved closer towards him, the flesh of his cheeks burning brighter than any ruby bore from the earth as his gaze stayed glued onto the floor.

The wood beneath his feet creaked as he began to distance himself from you, the tips of his ears burning hot as you rushed after him. " Wait! " The boom of your voice ringing throughout the silent kingdom stalling the flustered guard in his place, his eyes quickly adverting from the cold floor beneath him and locking into your softened gaze.

"I mean,  erm, " The words momentarily stalled in the back of your throat as the light beneath your eyes began to dim. Though the elven guard did disrupt your mindless stream of thoughts, he could be a solution to your sudden problem. "Stay,  please . It is rather lonesome without his majesty to keep me company."

The pair of emerald eyes growing as large as dinner plates, the fire beneath the flesh of his cheeks running rampant as his eyes scanned over the rouge fabric that clung onto your heavenly form.

" My lady ," The guard began nervously; the faint clearing of his throat echoed throughout the silent halls as he momentarily stalled his words. "though I would be  honored  to be within your presence, I am required to report back to his majesty."

"Oh,  fuck his majesty ." The boom of your words echoing throughout the silent halls and quickly catching within a specific pair of sensitive ears. 

His mouth opened and closed as if he was a fish pulled fresh from the sea, the faint heat within the air growing tense as the sweet harmony of your words echoed throughout his empty skull. 

"His Majesty wishes for my happiness,  does he not? " An eyebrow arched in the direction of the stunned guard as you began to approach him, the loose golden embroidered fabric swaying with your hips with each step you took.

The blur of fiery hues caught your eye just as the faint clicks of covered feet rang within your ear.  Exactly as planned . "And right now, what would make me happy..." The sultry words stalled upon your plump lips as you finally stood before the man who once towered over you, the tips of your fingers delicately tracing the armor that shielded his toned chest from your view. "is  you . " 

The faint autumn hue of candlelight delicately caressed your features as your soft lips began to part, your gaze softening up at the stunned elf.

" I believe it would be best if you were to discuss this matter with his majesty. " The guard interjected, his voice wavering in fear as his eyes darted around the twisted halls. Fear of his emotions, fear of how he adored your actions, and fear of the elven king's wrath if he were to find out about this.

A scoff raised from the back of your throat as your eyes looped around your skull at the guard's innocent and fear-ridden suggestion. "I am afraid it is too late for that." Your lips pursing at the final word, the glide of your fingers shifted onto the smooth skin of his jaw.

"His Majesty would give me yet another poor explanation. It is far too late for explanations now" You continued to trace his defined features, the heat of your breath ghosting upon his face as you shifted your weight onto your forefeet. " especially when you are right here. " The tips of your fingers continued their trail upon the carved features, the guard lingering in silence as the waging war of his duties and desires rang throughout his empty mind.

Never in his lifetime had he ever dreamt of another's touch yet feared it so deeply, though he had once spent sleepless nights yearning from the warmth of your gentle touch; it now appeared to burn him the longer it lingered upon his features.

"And if I am correct, I believe you would be  happy  with that arrangement as well." The low purr of your words ringing throughout the silent kingdom, the corners of your plump lips curving upwards as the guard's face further matched the deep hue of your dress.

The warmth of a palm against his smooth skin sent a mindless shiver down his spine; the knot of words that had formed in the back of his throat from your previous actions swallowed down with an audible gulp while his shining emerald eyes bore into your burning gemstone pair.

The sight of lust and fear continuing to fight each other behind the light of the guard's eyes was almost enough to distract you from the rushed clicking sound of a familiar pair of covered feet approaching you.  Almost . 

"Be a dear and walk me back to my chambers?" The heat of your breath ghosted over his soft lips as he eased further into your touch, the spark within his eyes fading into the darkness of  lust  as your lips ghosted over each other,  only a breath apart .

" Y/N! " The hoarse boom caused the pair of you to knock the tops of your skulls into one another, the once steady pounding beneath your ribs going a flutter as a cold palm encased your shoulder. " Your majesty. " The soothing purr of his title escaping your pursed lips earned a snarl from the enraged king.

" What do you think you are doing?! " His grip upon your exposed shoulder tightening, the opposite hand quick to encase your chin with a tight squeeze. The ice-cold fingers dug into your cheeks, sending a familiar heat throughout your body and forcing a whimper out from the back of your throat.

The remaining light within his eyes evaporated at the pathetic sound, a sound he had yearned to hear again from the last moment it left your heavenly lips. 

" I -" The first syllable came out a high-pitched squeak as the chill of his hand lowered and now rested snuggly upon the smooth stones that laid upon your neck, the stones  he  gifted you. "I was simply holding a conversation before returning to my chambers,  your majesty ." 

" A conversation? " His voice dripped with amusement as the corners of his lips curved upwards into a knowing grin, the pressure against your neck easing for a moment. 

"The one where you said  fuck his majesty ?!" The thump of your heavy furs falling onto the wood floor accompanied his booming rage throughout the silent halls, the chill of the same marble you once admired embracing your back as his grip tightened around your throat.

A soft chuckle escaped the back of his throat as he felt your pulse quicken within his grasp, a faint glimmer of fear that flashed in the back of your eyes as your own words rang within your skull.  

"You would like that, wouldn't you,  you  pathetic slut ? " He breathed into your neck. The sweet metallic scent of what lingered beneath your soft skin, taunting him more than your foolish actions towards the pathetic guard. "To be stuffed full of cock, on display for anyone to watch what a  pathetic  slut you are." The hiss of his words made your eyes mindlessly loop around your skull,  another empty threat, or  was it?

The pressure upon your neck tightened, the cold backings of the gems pressing further into your neck, the air within your lungs emptying with an audible gasp. "Wouldn't you,  slut ?" The blurred hue of your head was a quick reply to the snarl that echoed throughout his kingdom.

Though the pressure upon your neck was close to overwhelming, the faint pressure upon your shoulder eased as his cold fingers began to trail down the exposed flesh of your arms onto the silk that shielded your heavenly frame from the hungry eyes before you.

"Either you answer now,  pet , or it will be your screams answering for you.  Your choice. " Your plump lips barely had the chance to part before you felt the soft glide of your skirts shifting. Any hope of speaking a single word died upon your tongue the moment you felt the chilling glide of slender fingers caressing your dampened inner thighs.

The ice-cold tips of his fingers a breath away from the aching heat of your cunt, any breath that could reach your lungs halting within the back of your throat as you waited for that heavenly stretch and pressure to enter you.  And it  finally  did .

The  freezing  stretch within your warm cunt sent a shiver down your spine, the weight of your head falling back against the chilled marble behind you exposing more of your neck to his equally cold glare.

The lids of your gemstone-colored eyes fluttered shut as the cold burn delved further into your dampened cunt, his slender fingers hooking upwards within your walls, earning a pleased groan from his thin lips.

His frozen gaze began to thaw as the warmth of your cunt continued to heat his fingers, his eyes rapidly shifting between the glorious sight of his fingers glistening as they slid out of you and the flesh you further exposed amongst your pleasure. The sweet metallic scent filled the air alongside the squelching melody caused by his majesty's fingers roaming your aching cunt.

" Such a  good  slut ," He purred; the slow glide of his slender fingers backing out of your cunt allowed for a soft whimper to slip out of your parted lips. “and you want to be a good slut for me.  Don't you? " "Always, sir, just please- Fuck! " Any chance to plead for pleasure disappeared as the heavenly cold pressure within you returned, the once achingly slow pace replaced with the burning rush of his fingers sliding inside of you with ease. 

A pleased gasp escaped your mouth as the corners of your plump lips began to curve upwards as your elven lover continued the steady movements within your drenched core. Though the lids of your eyes remained shut, they began to tilt towards the back of your skull as the cold flesh curved upwards inside of you, softly grazing over that sensitive spot deep within you.

The thick heat within the air came to a halt as a sudden creak of covered feet shifting accompanied the squelching and stifled moans that danced within the heavy air. " Stay! " His harsh voice boomed alongside the slap of his palm against your bare cunt, his cold fingers slamming deep into  that  spot, sending a spark of electricity throughout your body. 

The worrisome pair of emerald eyes quickly darting between the heavenly sight and the enraged gaze of his king. How your hair fell upon your face, the sheen of sweat that formed upon your forehead, the way your chest rose and fell with each pleasurable thrust within you, the way your plump lips parted as if pleading for his to grace them, and the heavenly sight of your drenched cunt taking his fingers with ease. 

A view he had often dreamt of but with himself replacing the king, one he attempted to convince himself he did not enjoy as much as he did. But the growing tent within the restraints of his pants told a different tale than the one his fear-ridden gaze gave.

"You have yet to be dismissed so,  stay ," The king paused, his fingers ramming into your cunt yet again, allowing a loud moan to grace the tense air. "and enjoy the  show ." He scoffed at the guard, his nostrils flaring with rage as he curled his fingers into that incredible spot deep within you with a squelch. He had almost forgotten about  that damned  pest .

The rough pace of his hand grew sloppier as your prior actions scolded his mind. How the light within your eyes grew as you looked up at him, the way your fingers delicately traced each imperfection upon his muscular arms, and how your lips ghosted over his with  that  damned smile. 

Each action that repeated within his mind earned a mindless thrust from his frozen hand, small waves of electricity roaming throughout your body as the bitter air nipped at the flesh on display for all to see.

The harsh cold thrusts make a familiar knot form within the pit of your stomach and heat to burn within the flesh of your cheeks. An all too familiar yet strange feeling, though you had felt the sensation  many  times before, there was something  different  knowing a new set of eyes was watching you unravel due to your lover's actions.  And your lover could feel it too .

It was not just a change in you,  though you were as drenched as a bitch in heat , but a change within him as well. For too long had he dreamt of a day where he could prove you were  his  and  only his . The mindless chatter which spread throughout his subjects upon your beauty had quickly grown tiresome to the selfish king, though he adored having you worshiped;  he  was the only one that could fully  worship  you and  how he got to  prove it now .

Each rough thrust of his slender fingers earned a desperate whine slipping out of your soft lips, a familiar tingle spreading up from the very tips of your toes throughout your body as he continued to manipulate your inner walls with ease. His grip upon your neck loosened ever so slightly as his thumb began to circle upon that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I forgot how  pretty  you look when I pleasure you." He purred into the crook of your neck. The speed within your chest began to quicken at the soft vibrations against your neck. His lips were quick to latch around an inch of flesh; his thumb quickened the sloppy pattern upon your clit as his fingers continued to delve within you.

Your toes began to curl at the familiar electric tingle that spread throughout every atom of your being, the sound of their breaths fading away into static as you firmly grasped at his wrist. The cool flesh within the heat of your palm was the only sensation that weighed you down into reality as everything began to fade away.

All seemed right within the world as you zoned in on the thrusting sensation within you: how your walls stretched around his fingers with ease, the cooling burn which caused your body to start to tremble, and the symphonic slap of the small of his flesh meeting yours until it suddenly stalled. The chilling slide of his fingers exiting your desperate cunt made you sigh with annoyance, the lids of your gemstone-colored eyes flying open when the symphonic slap returned.

Though this time, the slap was  different . The boom of his hand against your bare flesh echoed throughout the halls, each slap against your aching cunt harsher than the previous one. Your widened gemstone-colored eyes bore down into his mischievous sapphire ones, his face rising from your neck, leaving the faint bruise from his lips behind.

"Be a  good slut  and show us how pretty you look when you cum." The dark abyss of pleasure was quick to welcome you at the final slap of his chilled palm, every atom of your heavenly being vibrating as pathetic mewls slipped through your lips. Your body jolted forwards into the sudden soft graze of cold flesh against yours, the smooth flesh of his fingertips softly trailing the dampened skin of your inner thighs.

The faint pressure upon your neck eased, allowing the cool air to grace your lungs, your uneven breaths slowly growing steady as your weight leaned back into the chilled marble. 

What happened mere moments ago fuzzily replayed within your lust-stricken mind while their hungry pairs of eyes continued to roam your exposed body, a sight to be forever burnt into their skulls during the darkest of nights.

"It truly is a shame," The low voice began as he backed away from your trembling form, the faint click of his covered feet echoing throughout the silent halls. "you looked  so good  tonight as well." He tsked, the elven king slowly circling you like a wolf to its prey.

" What do you mean? " The words hovered on your lips for a moment before finally slipping through, a shiver running down your spine as you attempted to keep the enraged king within your line of sight. 

The tips of his cold fingers suddenly rested under your chin furthered the chill that roamed your body, a wolfish grin spreading upon his thin lips as his hypnotic gaze centered on you.

"It is far too late for explanations now.  Isn't it ,  pet ?" The venomous slap of your words being thrown back at you made your blood run cold. Your once glazed-over eyes widened with shock as your mouth began to open, lips flailing like a fish pulled fresh from the sea as syllables rose in the back of your throat, but nothing came out.

"Now, be a good slut and go to my chambers." He hummed, the faint sting of his palm coming into contact with your cheek forcing you to gulp down the bitter air. Despite the warning hiss of his voice, your body remained motionless, the endless chatter of static in your ears gaining more attention than your annoyed lover.

The mindless gaze that bore into his pale eyes added further fuel to the fire within his stomach. Though your lover adored the way that  desperate  look would spread across your  pathetic  little face,  him partly wishing that look would never leave your face , he knew that each moment you lingered was another moment  that  guard would take in your heavenly form. 

  How he wished he could  gouge his eyes out  for even thinking of looking at you .

"Unless you wish to give your little  friend  a longer performance, I suggest you get moving." The hypnotic gaze narrowed down on your trembling form, each fiber of your being screamed at you to move, yet you remained still. " NOW! "

His nostrils flared as the steady fire within his stomach began to burn ablaze, your unwavering stubbornness even under the depths of his spell raging war within him. Thoughts of shoving you onto the wooden floor and fucking you upon it growing all too tempting except for one fact,  he  was still there. Still gasping in glory at your exposed skin with his cock throbbing inside of his pants.

" Fine ." He snarled as he scooped you into his arms, tossing you over his shoulder with ease before making his steady descent down the halls. His stern gaze burned holes into the uneasy elf's skull, the pair of emerald eyes continued to mindlessly burn holes into the silk fabric that now barely kept your skin hidden from their lustful gaze.

The moment his actions had finally processed within your lust-drunken mind, the sound of your exasperated yelps began to bounce throughout the marble-adorned halls. 

Your gemstone-colored eyes pleading with each guard you gazed upon as the enraged king continued to carry you away, yet they knew better than the one you toyed with, though they would slyly look upon your exposed flesh,  none would act upon their mindless desires .

" Be quiet ." The king snarled slowly, his grip upon your lower back tightening as he stormed down the wooden stairs. The air grew heavier as you inched closer to his chambers, the blood within your veins pounding as a weary knot formed within your stomach.

The low clicks of his covered heels quickly became the only sound that bounced upon the massive wooden walls as he crept further down the stairs, the faint golden hue of fire burning within the background catching your gaze that darted from one wall to the other.

"I gave you the chance to be  good , but it appears you cannot even do that." He huffed, tossing you onto the luxurious bed, the mattress creaking slightly under the new weight. Your palms slid upon the sheets beneath you, the smooth silk and nervous sweat that had formed upon your palms forcing you to sink further back onto the plush bed.

" I- " " I do not want to hear it! " The king snapped, your words quickly swallowed down with a nervous gulp as you watched the enraged man pace throughout the massive room. Though he was furious beyond belief, he looked as stunning as ever.

The way his pale sapphire eyes narrowed as they darkened with rage, how his jaw tightened as he took another flared breath through his nose, and the way the cold air would grow burning hot as he walked by with each muscle in his body tensed. A sight you had only witnessed a handful of times before, each time leaving you yearning to take in the oddly alluring view once again.

" Strip. " The hypnotic word was quick to bring you back from your lustful daze. A word having far too much yet, too little power over you as every muscle within your form froze, your mind racing fast enough to beat his elk in a race, yet part of you still resisted it.  Resisted  him .

A resistance not due to lack of attraction,  your attraction to the mysterious being was far too evident to deny , but one out of  spite . The small voice inside of you screamed at the other who desperately begged you to follow the command, images of yourself under the godlike man flooding into your mind, yet the first voice stayed in control. 

Her anger towards the endless nights of being denied his presence, let alone the sweet release only he could bring you, competed with the pure rage that stormed within him.  And he knew it .

Each time he would wander inside of your emptied mind, he would run into  her . The damned  brat  within you who gave you the idiotic plan though he despised her for it,  he could never truly get enough of it .

She was the mischievous twinkle that flashed within your eyes as he told you not to do something, the giggle that would slip through your lips which taunted him to chase after you, and the intoxicating scent that would linger upon his robes; the mindless ghost that deepened his  thirst  for you.  His  need  for you .

The loud tear of your silk gown was quick to pull the pair of you out of your mutual daze, the crimson red fabric falling onto the floor with a faint thud as the cold air nipped at your exposed flesh. " I told you to strip. " His voice dripped with annoyance; each word emphasized as it momentarily hung onto his lips before the other.

The faint blur of a new hue of red had barely registered within the corner of your eye as your lover shoved you further onto the plush bed. Your arms tossed above your head before you could process what was happening, the smooth pressure of silk restraints dug into the delicate flesh of each wrist, the backs of your hands resting against the wooden frame.

Your ankles quickly followed behind as they were both strapped onto the matching ends of the frames with the sturdy silk ribbons, ribbons that dug into your flesh as you proceeded to twist and tug at the newfound restraints. 

"Struggling will get you nowhere,  pet ." He stated coldly, his palms lingering over your heavenly form for a mere moment before pulling away as if the heat of your flesh had burnt him.

"The more you squirm, the tighter the ribbons become." He hummed, the sight of his pale golden locks taking up your view as he strolled towards his massive oak bureau.

The pale painted with golden embellishments; swirls of gold danced around the edges as the handles shimmered with matching stones of the ones that laid upon your neck. Outside of the lush bed you now laid upon, it was the one piece of furniture that would cause your heart and stomach to flutter a little as you walked past it each morning. 

Not due to what you had done on it,  nearly every spot within the secure walls had a similar tale to his bed , but rather what  lingered  within it.

A familiar mechanical hum quickly brought your attention back onto his stoic face; the familiar sight of the rouge silicone vibrating inside of his grip made you gulp down a breath of air. Inside of the opposite hand, a thick strand of silk matched the toy in hue. Something that remained unknown to you as your sight focused on the squirming silicone.

"There are some matters that need to be attended to," He began, the faint click of his heels echoing throughout the tense air. The low hum of the vibrator grew louder with each step he took towards you, the flesh between your thighs dampening. "and you have proven that you cannot be trusted to be left alone."

The sudden contact of the smooth tip against your aching clit caused you to writhe against the restraints, your lower body briefly arching into the soothing sensation only to have it pulled away before any pleasure could form. The brief tingle within the tips of your toes subsided as your lower lip stuck out ever so slightly into a pout.

"I expect you to be good while I am away." The silk beneath you shifted ever so slightly underneath the slight weight of the vibrating silicone, the sound inching closer towards you yet moving away before it could wiggle its way into your grasp. "Though it appears that may be too much to expect from you." 

The chilled tips of his fingers gently gliding over your burning flesh sent a shiver down your spine as your line of sight was suddenly restricted by the dimmed red hue. Your eyebrows rose in confusion as the silk glid across the upper bridge of your nose, momentarily allowing you a brief peek at the stoic king who simply tightened the shield upon your face.

The chill of his cold hand gliding down your face made you writhe further against the silk restraints, the starlight gems pressing into the flesh of your neck as his chilled fingers delicately danced upon them.

"When you  finally  accepted these gems,  my  gems," He began, his voice deepening as the memory of that day replayed within his mind. The image of your shocked face had permanently burnt into his mind. 

The way your eyes widened and sparkled with excitement as waves of sheepiness splashed within the back of your gemstone eyes and how you shyly slid them back into his cold hand while offering a small smile denying his gift. The innocent action unknowingly furthered his pull towards you, h is  need  for you .  And the king always got what he wanted, after all;  who would deny the king of his rights?

"you accepted that  you are mine,  pet ." The chill of his fingertips graced the exposed flesh upon your neck before starting their trail down your revealed figure; each inch of your flesh received a kiss of his fingers as he traced each curve your heavenly form held before gliding onto the next.

The sight of your bare flesh was a glance into heaven to the otherworldly man; the steady pace of which your chest rose and fell was a glimpse of peace, serenity, and calm before the pure corruption the damned soul caused. 

Oh, how he  loved  to bask in the sight of your  corruption . 

The mechanical hum grew louder for a moment within his cold grasp; your previous actions to grasp onto the smooth silicone appeared to be for nothing as the vibrations began to fade into the distance.  Or so you thought .

The sudden faint pressure and tingling sensation of the smooth tip against your sensitive bundle of nerves forced a loud gasp to slip through your plump lips, your toes curling at the sudden pleasure as your hands now grasped tightly onto your restraints.

"We shall discuss your punishment when I return." He paused, memories of your prior  punishments  burning within the back of his mind. Those heavenly memories he would often replay in private now haunted him as thoughts of your wrongdoings began to trickle in,  damned brat .

The once low hum of the steady silicone quickly increased alongside its speed with the gentlest of clicks from his slender fingers against the soft buttons, the once unraveled knot within your stomach began to twist and tie yet again as his pale sapphire eyes bore into your bare body.

Each slight movement of your body was simultaneously heaven and hell within his lustful eyes. The part of him which desired to throw away his anger to claim you as you both had craved almost overwhelmed his mind as your toes began to curl further, the crown of your head tossed back into the silk pillows as your mouth flew open. But he stuck to his word,  damn his stubbornness.

The faint click of his covered feet steadily became softer with each moan that slipped through your plump lips; whether that was due to the volume of your voice or the quick pace of his stride, you would never know. But you were aware he was entirely gone the moment you no longer felt the chilling caress of his stern gaze upon your heavenly flesh.

The air steadily grew heavier with each loud hum that bounced throughout the room, the melodic siren call of your moan quick to follow and dance within all the ears within the secretive kingdom.

Your mind had slowly begun to drift away from the pleasure the silicone had brought to you onto the punishments your cold lover had in mind. The corners of your agape mouth curved upwards ever so slightly as the ties within your stomach began to stir with the newfound endless possibilities.

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The symphony of your melodic moans danced within the sensitive pair of ears, the previous images of your lustful body still brunt freshly within his depraved mind.

His breath caught within the back of his throat as his emerald eyes began to dim, the restraints of his pants tightening further while he shifted his weight from one foot to another. The thought of him finally being released from his position accompanied another form of  release  in overwhelming his mind;  the things he would imagine doing to you when he was finally alone-

" Your majesty! " The familiar clink of covered feet against the creaking floor quickly pulled the lustful elf's mind back into reality, a twisted one he both despised and adored as you were within it but, you were not  his .

"Just the guard I was looking for," He began, his pale sapphire eyes burning holes within the head of fiery hues. The heavy air filled within your pathetic mewls and moans as the enraged predator continued to circle his prey. "I require your service."

The blur of the quick-moving king's hand barely caught within the lust-filled emerald eyes as he continued to circle the anxious guard, the harsh gaze of the hungry beast within slowly sizing up his competition.

Though the guard towered over him,  barely  might the king mind you , it was enough to throw further fuel within the belly of the enraged beast.  Out of all his idiotic subjects, you had to choose  him ,  the only one taller than him .

" My chambers ." The words hovered upon his curved lips for a moment as he stalled in front of the wavering guard, his face scrunching upwards ever so slightly at the thought of lingering within these damned restraints any further.

"Be there at once.  Do not disappoint me ." He continued backing away from him. The low hiss of the king's words barely had a chance to process within the other lust-filled mind as the blur of icy hair had made its way down the hall leaving the guard with nothing but curiosity and yearning for more of what he had witnessed mere moments before. 

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Thranduil x reader Trouble

warning: choking , sex , spanking , swearing , smut ,

You walk along the halls alone, your hand sliding over the wall.

First of all you were his lover He loved you dearly tho he hated when you get in trouble sometimes.

He was sitting at his throne talking to one of his guards , Y/n walked in

You walk right up behind the throne and tap him on the shoulder. He turns and looks at you. "What?" he asks.

Hi...

What do you want my dear don't you see i'm quit busy dealing with A matter "

I can see that " "Uh… I was wondering… I Fidget my fingers around ' could I maybe.. go outside for A while? just there is nothing to do around here i blaber on "

Thranduil raises an eyebrow. "Not in the middle of a war no." "But…" you say, before thinking he glares at you for awhile and thinks ' "Fine, but stay out of sight ' and stay close near the gates don't go beyond on pass deep in the forest y/n ' understood ?

Yes sir i understand thank you " i kiss him on the cheek

He smiles as he sees me run off happy ' I turn to leave the throne room.

Outside the gates you walk around along the grass the wind blew your hair " you follow a path along in the forest alone. You saw another path straight ahead was the deepest darken part of the forest where Thranduil forbid you to go '

' you gulp' you turn around about to walk away from going that way, when you hear A sudden noise of A Screech sound ahead in the dark forest 'I shouldn't.. you said to yourself then again you heard the screech sound once more ' you step forward and follow the path you follow the sound it was making and went to check it out and found out , you saw an orc walking around the river stream trying to fix his knife against some rock thing making A screech " you cover your ears

You watch him for A while. all tho Thranduil told you not to get into any trouble while you were outside, and not to go into the deep forest , A little too late for that... " you disobeyed him and thought of an idea you threw A rock at the orc.

He turns around and made a sound he's sees nothing as you duck down trying not to laugh ' so the Orc began to go back to his thing , so you once again threw another rock at him , the Orc suddenly turn around almost getting caught by him.

shit I whisper out " covering my mouth ' almost giggling i look to the ground finding another rock to throw I look up and hit him in his chest was about to duck down when my shirt got caught on some stick on the log the Orc eyes met up with mine and saw me oh! shit... i said trying to get up, I rip away my sleeve when I turned on my back another Orc show up grabbing me up by my collar and throwing me to the side roughly '

Look what we have here they said " Fresh human meat! what A treat for us '

you got up and on your feet quickly as ever ow' i started to run away , they chased me around you ran in the other direction. OH fuck you say.. AHHH!

Thranduil hears you scream and gets onto his moose chasing the sound and finds your back against the tree with an Orc about to slice into you open.

He speeds up and sees the Orc about to stab you with his knife , before anything happens he stabs the orc with his sword fighting them off the orc falls to the ground dead Thranduil swings his sword slicing off the other Orc head.

Thranduil pulls you up onto his moose and rides back to Mirkwood.

After you got back to the kingdom , you follow Thranduil back to his throne room trying to reason with him' l-listen I- he cut''s you off Thranduil began to say what the hell were you thinking?

I... uh I was... bored and heard something i can't help it i get.. curious

you were bored" that's your excuse' Thranduil glares at you for A moment He was mad at you ' you were bored so you went out and started a fight with an orc " he sighed

You couldn't gotten your self killed!

You disobeyed me! I can't have that." "But…" you say.

Punishment " was all he said

wh-wha?...

Thranduil walk toward you and pick you up and sits on his throne he has you bend over on his lap. He grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. "Now i'm going to punish you."

He's raise his hand up and slaps your ass '

Ow you say, another spank '

Do it harder why don't you? you say ' you smirk

He pulled up your dress and took A hold of your hair pulling it back

Ah~ Thranduil spanked you hard every hit he gave made you hurt in pain but A lust within you came along.

You moan accidentally , you cover your mouth with your hand

Enjoying " this are you? he questioned

you blushed "

look at me he said " and i didn't answer so he moved his fingers to my chin making me look at him "

the look in my eyes he wanted to kiss me , but tried his best not to , Are you enjoying this he asked me again"

you bit your lip and nodded ,

use your words he said sternly

Y-Yes... with that he smirk , you naughty girl " he said

Thranduil spanked you more '

Aww your pretty ass is getting all red ahh~ ow u moan out '

Get up he said , with that you suddenly got off his lap

wwhat are you gonna do?

he smirk " I'm going to fuck you i'm going to fuck you hard until your begging me to let you cum " i'm going to make you scream my name "

He pulls you close to him taking off your dress from the back ' revealing your naked beautiful body as the dress fell to the floor he turn you around he took off his clothes slowly as you watched him " like what you see my dear and you nodded " gulping , you seen him naked before just been while since he's been so busy lately with matters to attend to. His beauty was unresistible I admired his beauty he was... how to put it handsome was not the word.. he was beautiful.

' Thranduil pull me into his lap"

Keep your eyes on me " don't look away ' he kissed down your chest down to your tits , your hand slowly going to throb his cock when he pull your hand away No " he said sternly , he then slap your ass Ah~

he pulls you into A kiss , wraps A hand around your neck pulling back looking at you , you bit your lip, Thranduil pull you back into the hot kiss of firely passion. " The heat was overwhelming you wanted him inside you soo bad ' you wanted his cock filling every inch of you '

his hands Rome all over your naked body ' admiring you all of your curves , kissing every part of you ' , You were his and only his to have.

His hand resting on your back " You grind your hips onto him " gaining A moan from him ' his hand exploring down below " he runs his fingers down to your pussy circling around that special clit ' in A rhythm.

you moan tilting your head back he smirks at you "

he moves the pace faster entering A finger inside you' pumping in and out slowly you moan more ' ah fuck yes yes right there " Thranduil added another finger along , such A slut for me he says " would you do anything for me he says"

you nodded saying yyes... i-i would do anything for you my king "

He stops and you whine a little " he replaces his fingers with something much better.

Ah! mhmm~ T-Thranduil.. you moan , as Thranduil places his dick inside you , sliding in slowly he moves his hips up' and you move to the pace

He pounds into you " wraps A hand around your throat " i hear his lovely moan's he grunted

fuckk~ he moaned out

he's hands on your waist you grind your body forward bounding up and down' riding him

That's it keep bounding princess " he moan out such A good girl "

You moan out his name Thranduil " ahh fuck yess fuck me harder ! as he thrust into you more' he kissed you hard he kissed along your neck making marks on you '

god your so tight for me" Stand up Y/n he says and you do what he asks "

he puts you into his chair , first he get's A little taste of you "mhmm your taste ravishing darling his tongue licked up A stripe up my wet pussy up he sucked and licked at my clit ' gaining alots of moans from me ' he stood up and puts your legs onto his shoulder and started to fuck you insatiable" the hunger in his eyes ' oh.. god "

Thranduil moan '

Moan my name Y/n let all who hears know your mine and mine alone!" you belong to me~

OH God ahhh! Thranduil you moan reaching your orgasm " im.. your's

Thruanduil i'm... gonna

Don't you dare cum on my dick yet .. not until i say!

yyes sir~ you say you nod

he thrust harder deeper into you

fuckk.. my king please... i.. i can't hold on much longer

look at me I want to watch the ecstasy in your eyes' as you come undone

He pounded faster , every thrust he did made you on the edge of wanting to cum " my tits bounces around , my hand wander down and rub my clit, Thranduil notices this and slap your hand away"

bbut.. ssir..

No " he said

on the count of 3 you can cum "

1

I felt my self began to come undone , " he's eyes never leaving mine

2 i moan loudly i couldn't care less of who hears me ' ah~! he pounds me hard ' don't you dare fucking cum! y/n he says

your so fucking.. pretty god I love you , more than you will ever know

3 not yet not yet he smirks , brings me on the edge , his finger came down and rubs my clit fast " making it hard not to

Cum.. cum for me Y/n! CUm for me you slut ! cum on my dick ' AHH mhmm oh god I grab onto something on the chair i close my eyes as i come undone

No keep them open " he commands ' Thranduil mhmm Thranduil! you moan out loud ' i couldn't care less if one of the guards heard me from outside the door , this was.. too good ' he fills you up with his dripping seed he moans out "

You feel the king cum deep inside you " as you cum hard Orgasming AH GOD FUCKK THRANDUIL you moan " making A mess , he pull out , sees the dripping cum pouring out"

Good girl" he smiled

I grin breathing out heavy " , he pick you up in bride style kissing you once more then taking you away to his Chambers to get clean up and goodnight rest since you won't be walking for long while after what happen.

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[sachiko1309]

Make me your wife

Summary: Y/N and her sister got attacked by giant spiders. Luckily Thranduil and his men were near enough to come to their rescue. What Y/N didnt think would ever happen, would be the elven king falling for her sassy and sarcastic character...

Word count: 6606

Warnings: spider attack in the beginning, sass, smut in the end, Minors DNI, this contains adult content!

This was written on request for: @mitsurisu I hope you like it. Sorry for the long wait, but I had much to do at my work. 😅

I was riding through the forest of the Woodland realm with my sister Leonor. We had set of from Rivendell on the request of Legolas. We had met him after he had helped the dwarves to take back their mountain. He was a very nice fellow, flirtatious and easy going, to the point where my sister had poked me and made fun of me for maybe pursuing him as a potential partner. She had been married to her husband for the last 300 years and was still utterly convinced that I would be happy in a marriage as well.

Nothing I said was driving her from that path and I had given up convincing her otherwise, deciding that letting her talk and ignore it would be the best option. She was once again on a rampage on married life, while I rode besides her, letting my thoughts and gaze wander. A crack deeper in the woods made me listen up. I knew that in those woods there were living many giant spiders, so I silenced my sister. She wasn’t a fighter like I was and if we were in trouble I needed her to listen to me.

“Shut it, Leonor. I think I heard something!” I whispered, but she waved it off. “Oh, come on Y/N. You always see and hear danger everywhere.”

“Its my job. I am a soldier after all. Be quiet, there are many spiders in these woods. I need to figure out if we are in danger.” I growled, my hands already gripping my two swords.

“Relax. There is nothing out there. You know how thoroughly Legolas and the guards clear those woods. He has told us on many occasions.” She sighed, not taking the threat seriously.

Another crack made me draw my swords, telling my horse to speed up. Leonor was quick to follow me and we were now thundering through the forest. I really hoped that it was just the forest doing foresty things and not some giant spiders, but my hope was being denied.

With a loud thud, a dark green giant spider dropped right in front of us. Leonor was just quick enough to steer her horse around it, while I was cut of by the spiders body. My horse shrieked, nearly throwing me off, but I was just able to keep me on its back. “RUN!” I yelled at my sister, making myself ready to face the big monster.

“Y/N!” She screamed, drawing the attention of the beast to her. It got up high enough for me to ride under his stomach, grabbing the reigns of my sisters horse who seemed frozen in place.

Dragging her behind me, I rushed my horse through the woods, hoping that we would be faster than that spider. Leonor took a while to come out of her frozen state, but when she was able to steer her horse again, I gave her back the reigns, now drawing my bow, turning around on my horse to shoot at the giant spider. But it didn’t seem like my arrows really seemed to bother the creature that was chasing us. And to my dismay, I hear the clicking sounds of several more coming through the woods.

They started to catch up to us, our horses slowly but surely loosing speed. And then it happened. We got circled by two smaller spiders dropping in front of us. Our horses freaked again, this time throwing us off their backs and making a run, only to be killed by spiders stomping onto them. Immediately they started to drag them away, probably into their net. I reached for another arrow, realizing, that I had shot every single one of them, without taking down one single spider.

“Fuck.” I let out, throwing my bow to the ground and dragging my swords.

“What do you mean fuck?” Leonor asked and I just gritted out: “Fuck as in we are fucked. I am out of arrows.”

“You shot all of them?” She asked and I wanted to smack her: “No, I threw them away. Of course I did!”

“No need to be so snappy.” She lashed back and I just looked at her with a deadly glare. “Oh yes, we are just about to die and I should play happy fun time with you? Forgive me for feeling a little stressed.”

“Its not my fault, that it happened.” Leonore seemed hurt and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I never said it was. I am sorry for snapping at you. Its just… Ah forget it. Try to stay close to me, without getting in my way. If we are getting separated, I cant protect you and if you are in my way, I will probably hurt you. Just…” I tried to make it understandable for her. “…think of it as a dance.”

“A dance?” She asked and I could hear she was raising her brows. “Why would I think of this as a dance?” Shrugging my shoulders I swung my sword at the first spider stepping close: “I don’t know. You are the minstrel of us. I was just trying to make it logical for you.”

I didn’t hear what she answered, because my sword collided with the heavy foot of a spider, drawing an ugly screeching sound from it, as I cut through the hard material. Letting my second sword swing higher, I managed to stab it into the thicker part of the leg. Ripping out my first sword, I swung my body around and through the air, landing on top of the spider. I forced both my swords into its head, managing to down it. Jumping off, I faced the next one, but my fight seemed to have no end, as I saw that the ranks were quickly closed again.

A horn being blown and horses thundering through the woods made me catch a new wave of hope and I started to fight back harder, always making sure to cover my sister from any attacks. I heard yelling and arrows whirring through the air and I realized, that the spiders slowly but surely were thinned out. Facing another one, I was just quick enough to jump aside, as it launched for me. Rolling around, I found myself underneath its big body. Not hesitating a second, I stabbed my blades into its stomach drawing it along, as I ran to get out of there.

A mixture of spider blood, gushy intestines and a sort of dark slime covered me, as I stumbled out beneath the tumbling and falling creature. Catching my breath, I stood there for several seconds, trying to regain some strength and to get rid of the slippery mixture that covered me. When I was able to look back up, the rest of the spiders had either been slain or forced away, leaving us and the elves that came to our rescue behind. “Y/N! Leonor!” I heard Legolas yell, turning to look at him.

A sarcastic smile on my lips, I greeted him: “You seem to lack in your mission to clear the woods, my prince.” He gritted his teeth, hugging Leonor, but refraining to do the same to me: “You are as friendly as always, Y/N.” I shrugged, shoving my swords back into their sheaths. “What can I say. I was raised to be a sunshine.” But when I saw his father approaching us, I stopped talking, bowing to greet the king. “My king. I apologize for causing trouble in your lands.”

“No need to apologize. You were right. It seems as if my son isn’t particularly thorough with his task. I am the one in need to apologize as this has clearly endangered you and your…”

“Sister, my king.” I helped him out, still looking down on the ground.

“…your sister. Am I correct with the assumption you came to visit my kingdom?” He asked.

“Yes, my king. We came to visit your son, prince Legolas. He has invited us.” I answered stiffly, looking at Legolas for help. The blond elf just smiled at me and I dared to look at his father the first time. And what I saw knocked the breath out of my lungs. He was gorgeous to say the least.

Tall, strong, handsome. The similarities to Legolas unmistakable. And his blue eyes. Staring at me as if he was reading directly into my soul. I was totally caught of guard by his appearance, not realizing he was talking to me again: “I am sorry. What did you say, my king?” I barely remembered to address him by his title, but he didn’t seem to mind. Smiling at me, he repeated his words: “I was welcoming you to my kingdom. As it seems, something must have caught your attention, my Lady.”

“Y/N. Just Y/N, my king. I am no lady. Just a common soldier of Rivendell.” I corrected him, trying my best to hide my breathless voice. Thranduil looked behind me, the smile on his lips widening. “A very good one, as it seems. You took out two spiders on your own.”

“And I shot all my arrows without them having any effect.” I reduced his praise, not feeling comfortable with the king saying such high words about me. He clicked his tongue. “Ah, arrows barely have any effect on the spiders. Their shells are far to thick for them to penetrate deep enough.”

“I didn’t know, my king. The next time I will come prepared.” I said, bowing deeply again.

“The next time?” He asked with a smirk to his lips and I furrowed my brows: “Yes? Did I do something wrong, my king? If I have insulted you in any form, I apologize.” But Thranduil just grinned at me with a knowing look on his lips, before he turned around: “The next time you visit us, let me know beforehand, so that I can ensure your save journey. A lady like you must not face such beasts under my watch.”

“I can fend for myself!” I yelled after him, this time leaving out his title, as his assumption angered me. He looked over his shoulder, taking in my angry form for a moment, before he answered: “I know. But I would feel better if you were protected by my guards.” Then he turned around, looking at a light brown haired man: “Feren, ensure that Leonor and Lady Y/N have a horse to ride on and have a bath prepared for them.” The man bowed his head slightly. “Yes, my Lord.”

***

And that’s how I had met Thranduil. That was nearly 100 years ago. 87 to be exact. He had started to court me soon after that incident, sending letter over letter to Rivendell, to the point where even Lord Elrond heard of what was happening. In the beginning I didn’t think much of it, reading his letters as nothing more as friendly correspondence. Until one day he literally showed up in Rivendell, demanding to speak with Lord Elrond himself.

Later on, I was told, that Thranduil had demanded to know if I was forced to work too much, since I didn’t answer every single one of his letters. From then on, our letters turned into a frequent thing, until one day I asked Lord Rivendell to free me from my duties and to allow me to live in Mirkwood. Lord Elrond let me go with a warm and knowing smile, something I didn’t exactly know how to read back then.

But soon, Thranduil and my friendship turned into him making advances until I finally gave in to courting him. Thranduil had pulled every string he had, to get me to fall for him. He made sure that I was taken care off, that I had everything I ever wished for to the point where I literally had to fight him on lessening his extensive gifts, but there was nothing I could do to talk sense into that man.

And now here I was, sitting at the big banquet next to him. We had gotten married. Well technically we weren’t truly married yet, since for elves the marriage was only completed when the marriage was conceived. And to be honest, I couldn’t wait much longer. My friends and family had come to Mirkwood and wished me the very best. Even Lord Elrond had managed to fit in time to spare my marriage a visit, congratulating me.

I looked at my now husband, only to find him staring at me already. “You are so beautiful, my little starlight.” He whispered, reaching his hand for mine. I squeezed his hand, leaning in to his shoulder. “How long do we have to keep up this thing, until we can retreat?” I asked, the alcohol in my blood probably pushing me to speak this openly. Thranduil chuckled at my words: “So desperate already?” I smacked him on the chest. “Don’t tell me you aren’t.”

“At least I don’t show it so openly.” He teased me, kissing my hand softly. “Dance with me, meleth.”

Letting him pull me to my feet, he guided us to the dancefloor, pulling me close to his body and I could feel that he was longing for me the same way I did for him. His head sank down to my level as he whispered: “This one last dance should appease our guests. I think they already know what is about to happen, but it is much easier to vanish between dancing couples than from the high table.” I smirked at his words, leaning my head onto his chest. “Is that so, my king?”  I felt him shrug: “At least I suspect it would make things easier for Feren. He always seems to be so stressed.”

“That’s because you stress him, herven.” I answered and the way he stiffened at me calling him husband for the first time, made me smile. “Herven.” He repeated. “Say it again. It sounds so beautiful from your lips.”

“What? Herven?” I asked, putting a soft moan to my words. Thranduils breathing became rigid, as he clearly had trouble keeping the rhythm of the dance. He took a deep breath, before he simply ended the dance pulling me through the other couples. “You know what? Fuck it. I am done waiting.” Once we were far enough away from the others to hear or see us, he threw me over his shoulder, causing me to shriek out loud. “Thranduil!”

“Oh yes. That’s even better.” He grinned, carrying me through the halls and back to his chambers. “I am going to make sure that the only things that are leaving your mouth will be my name, my title and those sweet little moans or yours.”

***

Thranduil stopped in front of his door, looking at me with what I believed to be fear in his eyes. “Are you ready?” He asked me and I nodded: “Yes.” Taking his hand, I followed him inside. As soon as the door fell shut behind us, he pressed me against a wall, a sly smirk on his lips. “You have no idea, how much I waited to do this.” I didn’t react to his tease, just pulling him in by his collar, desperate to kiss him. His hands wandered to my waist, gripping the fabric of my dress.

I held onto him, still letting his hands wander over my body. “Are you sure, you want to do this?” He asked, his breath fanning down my neck, before he bit down on my sweet spot. Moaning at the sensation that rushed through my body, I tried my best to keep the conversation going: “Yes, I am. I haven’t been so sure about anything in my life, ever.”

“Good. Because I doubt, I would be able to endure the wait any longer.” His husked voice sent shivers down my spine and I had to hold on to his shoulders, to not faint. “You know what this perfume does to me, darling? The whole evening, I could not focus on anything else than you sweet smell. Do you even know, how hard I was all evening?” He picked me up, pressing me against the wall, looking at me with an angry hunger in his eyes. “I should not be commanded by a woman like that, especially not one that does it so easily like you do. It is endangering my reputation.”

“I think your reputation as the King is hardly attacked with you desiring your wife.” Trying my best to fight back against his administrations, I rolled back my head when his free hand opened the lacing of my dress, desperate to feel more of him. “What reputation, darling? Go on. Make your point.”

“The… fuck…” I cursed, earning a chuckle: “That’s very unladylike, darling. I should knock that word out of your brain.”

“You wouldn’t dare to do that. You love my dirty mouth.” I sassed back. He hummed at my words, just holding me tight to his body. “I do. And I want to make sure you are taken care off.” His words made me open my eyes again, leaning back to look at him.

He let me down slowly, still trying to hide his face from me, but I held his head, looking at him, when he let go of me: “No, please tell me. What are you afraid of?” I asked, stepping closer to him, but he just dodged backwards. Tilting my head, I followed him into the living area, effectively backing him into the sofa. When he sat down on it, I straddled his lap. “Are you afraid to be close to me?”

“No…” He breathed heavily. “Yes… I don’t know. I… I want to be close to you, but I don’t want you to feel forced. You know how it is… Wifely duties and all and I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but at the same time I want to feel you, hold you, smell you, taste you. Everything. I am in no place to expect anything from you, so I refrain from giving in to those thoughts too much, because I don’t want to make it too obvious to you, that my needs are currently overruling my consciousness. And now that I am close and… and alone with you, I realize that its much harder than I have thought it would be... I want this to be special to you. I want to be the loving husband you deserve, to let you know that you are my most priced treasure… That I would do anything for you.”

I just looked at him: “Are you… are you rambling? The elven king and man of precise language is rambling and stuttering?”

“Yes.” Was all he said. “And you currently sitting on my lap, dressed like that, doesn’t help my case either.”

“What's stopping you?” Letting my voice drop lower, I leaned forward, rolling my hips shamelessly over his lap. He groaned out, gripping my tighter. “Y/N… You don’t have to do this. I can live with it, if you aren’t ready.”

“Do I look forced, meleth?” I whispered close to his ear, nibbling on it. “Show me what it feels like. Please, meleth. Touch me. Please… be my husband.”

Thranduil let his head fall back, his eyes were closed, as he was definitely on his last straw of mindfulness. “How much do I need to push you, until you give in?” I giggled at his neck, making my way up to his chin and then hovering over his lips. “Would it help, if I lose my wedding dress?”

“You sound like a prostitute…” He gritted out and I just grinned wider. “And? Is it working?”

“Yes. And I don’t know if I like that thought.”

“Which thought? Me as a prostitute, or that I am succeeding to win you over that easily?” I kept on teasing him. Leaning back, I opened up the strings of my dress, pulling it over my head.

He balled his fists at my waist, his eyes forcefully trained on my face. “Both. But I would never let you become a prostitute.”

“Scared to share me?” Still keeping up my teasing way, I just sat on top of him, waiting for him to react. “No.” He gritted out.

“What's it then? Afraid another man might do me better?” Wetting my fingers with my tongue, I let them slide between my legs, stabilizing myself with my free hand on his knee. And when my fingers found my clit, I hummed in pleasure, still watching his face intently. Not reacting to my administrations, he spoke in a very forced tone: “You are my wife. There is no other man. Ever.”

“Hmmm. I like that, meleth.” I sighed, feeling how I grew wetter, so I dipped one finger inside my core, only to then put it to my mouth to lick it clean. “I like it, when you get possessive and confrontive towards other men. The difference of how you treat them and how you treat me, makes me feel special.”

“Does it now?” He sassed and I sighed internally. I finally had him broken out of his restrictive shell. I had my husband back: “Always has.”

“You really want to do this?” He inquired further and I nodded. “Yes. Please. I think I am ready.” Taking one last breath, he gripped my thighs. “Hold on.” Without giving me much time to react, he got up, walking towards the bedroom. “If you want me to do this, I am going to do this properly.”

“I know. Everything else wouldn’t be like you.” I grinned, hiding my face in his neck. He sat me down slowly on the edge of the bed. Then he stepped back, taking off his clothes one piece after the other: “If you are already naked, I shall be too. I don’t want to make you feel insecure.” His words made me blush and I stuttered out a quiet “Thank you.”  

Thranduil came back to me sinking further to his knees. When he was eyelevel with my stomach, he softly kissed it, then down my thigh until he reached my knee. “Lean back and relax.” His voice was rough, his warm breath sending goosebumps over my inner thigh.

“I want to watch you. I need to see you.” I whispered, stroking through his hair. His jaw clenched at my words, but he didn’t say anything, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “If you wish so.” His fingers ghosted over my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. “I will take my time today. I want to take care of you as good as I can.” He whispered roughly, kissing the insides of my thighs up to my core. I was too mesmerized with his softness, his blue eyes burning with love and passion, that I was incapable of answering him.

Then I felt his first finger touch my core and I stiffened up, digging my nails in his shoulders. He immediately stopped, looking up at me, waiting for me to relax. We stared into each others eyes, Thranduil kissing and nibbling on my thighs. “You are safe, meleth. Relax. There is nothing you have to fear.” Taking a deep breath, I focused on his eyes, relaxing as much as I could. And when he felt me giving up my barrier, he kept on pushing his finger inside of me. “See? You are doing great.”

I closed my eyes, the faint sound of his name on my lips and I could feel the familiar feeling starting to grow between my legs. Carefully he added another finger, scissoring them apart, creating a steady rhythm. “Let go, love. You are doing so good. Taking my fingers so well.” He praised me, his voice low and soft like silk. I could feel my blood rush to my face, painting it a light pink shade, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears, that I nearly missed his sweet little murmurs. His mouth wandered all over my thighs, my stomach, and hip bones, until he hovered over my core. “May I?”

“Yes…” I breathed out, moaning, when I felt his lips kiss my sensitive spot. Instinctively I spread my legs further, letting myself fall back onto the bed, one hand still clasping his free arm. “Thranduil…” I moaned, unable to focus on anything else than the man between my legs, lulled in by his sweet touches and soft little praises. “Please don’t stop.” I cried out, not really caring, that it was still the early evening, our windows hanging open, still a hurried humming coming from the big ball room.

“Never.” Was all he answered, slowly finger fucking me. It was ridiculous, how fast he was able to find the sweet spot deep inside of me. I heaved myself onto my elbows, wanting to see him, rather than just feeling him. And the expression that he had on his faze was breathtaking. Full of confidence and arrogance, a slight smirk forming on his lips, when he realized I was watching him again. “You taste so fucking good.” He groaned, raising his head to properly look at me. The shamelessness of him made me gasp out in embarrassment. His face was covered in my slick, eyes wild and hungry.

His gaze flickered between soft love and hungry possession as he was clearly fighting his urges to claim me. And I was absolutely turned on by it.

Thranduils smile grew wicked, when he saw how much I was affected by him. Wiping my slick of his chin, he licked his fingers clean, making a show out of it, simultaneously not stopping his fingers working my core. “You like that do you?” I wasn’t able to answer, just staring him in the eyes. “Answer me, my love, or I will stop.” He teased, some of his usual possessive self breaking through.

“Yes.” I pressed out, his name quickly following, when he curled his fingers perfectly against my sweet spot. Dipping down again, his fingers and tongue kept pushing me further down the road of my orgasm. The knot in my lower stomach starting to grow tighter, my legs wrapping around his shoulders, to keep him in place. I could feel my walls starting to flutter around his digits, another sign that I was close. The strength left my upper body and I fell back onto the bed, pulling his free arm close to my chest, nails digging into his skin. My eyes rolled back into my head as his name rang through the room, when my orgasm suddenly washed over me.

I felt him carefully pull out his fingers, his hands gently covering my cunt, as I just dwelled in the feeling. Tears started to form in my eyes and I tugged on his arm. “Meleth…” I mewled, desperate to feel him. He reacted instantly, getting up from his position climbing onto the bed and pulling me higher into the pillows. I turned around, crawling to the headboard falling to my stomach. “Feel you!” I pressed out, hugging a pillow tight to my chest.

Seconds later, I could feel his warm body hovering over me. I reached out for his hand that was holding his weight, clamping my fingers around his wrists. Sinking down on his elbows, he pressed me down, taking my hands in his bigger ones. The new intimate position making me feel hot and safe at the same time. His strong chest forced me down, chest hair tickling on my back, his thighs caging me in, as he buried me underneath him. “Thranduil…” I whimpered desperately, bucking my ass against his crotch.

He growled into my ear, his lips smothering me roughly, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. “Please… I need you… Meleth…” I tried again, pressing up against his body, only to be met with him pressing me down further. “By Valar, please… I cant bare it anymore…” Begging for more, I cried out for him the tension in my body so high, that I was sure I would snap any moment.

His hands were roaming over my body, when he suddenly grabbed my arm, twisting me around. I shrieked and he instantly pulled back, skidding back to the edge of the bed, hands raised. “I am sorry, darling. I let myself go. Forgive me.”

“Its alright, Meleth. I trust you. I just didn’t expect this.” I smiled at him, reaching out for him. “Come back. Please.”

“What if I hurt you?” He stayed at the end of the bed.

“You wont hurt me.”

“You don’t know that!” He nearly yelled; the stress clear in his eyes. I gulped hard, seeing him irritated like that send a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I forced the unwanted thoughts out of my head.

“I know that you would never willingly do something that would harm me in any way. And that is all you can do. I trust you with all my life and I want this, meleth. I need this. Please. What can I do to make you believe me? To help you to trust yourself with me?”

“Promise to tell me, when its too much, or when I hurt you.” He rasped, slowly coming back to me, leaning his face into my hand.

“I promise.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, kissing my palm, before he sat back on his ankles, opening his breeches and I couldn’t help but stare at him.

His cock sprung free, hard, and tinted in a light pink shade, a drop of precum already crowning on his tip. “Fuck yes…” I breathed, staring at his manhood, not realizing, that he moved again, ridding himself from his breeches, crawling towards me again. He forced me to lay back down on my back and I just wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against my core. That caused him to grind his hips against mine, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I just clung to his body, squirming against his touch. “So needy.” He mused, kissing his way down to my breasts, taking one nipple between his lips.

Him sucking so delicately on my nipple, let me jolt in pleasure. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, twitching in anticipation. Supporting all his weight on one hand, he looked at me one last time, waiting for me to give him my consent. Nodding I bit my lip, bracing myself for what was about to come. He guided his hard member into me, very carefully easing his way in. I was still incredible wet from my previous orgasm, but I wasn’t prepared to take him, my body tensing up at the intrusion, making him stop mid movement. “Are you alright, darling? We don’t have to…” But I shook my head. “Go on. I want this.” 

Once he bottomed out, he stayed sheathed like that, distracting any thought I had with kissing me, until my head spun. It didn’t take long for me to grow accustomed to him, my hips starting to roll against him. I held onto his shoulders, looking him deep into the eyes. “I love you.” Thranduil nearly crumbled at my words, closing his eyes and groaning lowly. “Fuck me… That’s the hottest ‘I love you’, you have ever said.” Giggling I blushed. “I doubt that.”

“Not that it isn’t incredible to hear you say it in any other situation, but this… this just hits different. You trusting me like this... This memory will forever be my heaven.”

“You old romantic.” I groaned, but my smile betrayed me, him bending down for a kiss. “Always for you.”

Slowly he started to move, setting a slow and steady pace, fully set on pleasuring me as much and long as he could. My walls started to accommodate him more, relaxing around him. I hummed at the sweet feeling that started to spread through my body, my head sinking deeper into the pillows. “Yes…” I sighed, closing my eyes, just holding onto his upper arms.

“I love you, darling. Just relax and enjoy.” His words were water on a hot stone, instantly fogging up my mind, a light veil covering us.

He bent down to my neck, kissing it, nibbling onto my shoulder and a short worry of being marked up by him shot through me, but when he managed to hit my sweet spot, that worry got kicked out of my mind again. “Thranduil!” I yelped, digging my nails into his arms even more. “Do it again.” He growled against my skin, his teeth nipping on the sweet spot right under my ear. “Let me hear how much this pleasures you.” I complied to his demand, babbling before I even managed to filter anything that left my mouth: “Please… Give me more… I need more. Make me your wife, please… This feels so good. You feel so good. Claim me, please… meleth.”

“God, Y/N.” He moaned. “You are going to be the death of me…” The way he was so affected by it, only fed the tingly feeling in my body, spreading it to my limps. The tension in my lower stomach now growing bigger with every second, causing me to produce a guttural moan. I clasped my hand in front of my mouth, my gaze wandering towards the open balcony door, but Thranduil didn’t seem to mind one bit. Quite the opposite. He let out a growl, taking my hand away again. “Let them hear. Let the whole kingdom know, that you are my wife.”

Shifting his weight, he leaned back on his ankles, raising my hips, while fucking me deeper into the mattress. The new position caused him to hit a particular deep spot inside of me, pushing all the air out of me in a loud cry of his name.

“Say it again, little one. Let everyone know who you belong to.” He darkly smiled at me, his thrust not faltering one second. “So beautiful. So perfect for me. Taking my cock so well.” Praising me, he didn’t let go of my eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, bereth. I want to see you, when you come.”

I couldn’t help but stare at him, mesmerized by him, not able to resist the drawl he put into calling me his wife. His wife. That title alone did things to my mind, I wasn’t prepared for. The knot in my stomach was about to pop, threatening to pull me under. And by the way he was grinning, he knew. Knew from the way I shivered, the way my walls fluttered around his length. “Go on, my starlight. Let go for me. I wanna see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head. Wanna feel how you twitch around me and make a mess on my cock.” He spurred me on. And on cue I came.

Hard.

My back arched from the bed, eyes rolling back inside my head. I shivered in his hands in pure bliss of my orgasm, his name ringing through the room loud enough, that I was sure even the soldiers standing guard on the southern entrance were able to hear me. This orgasm was hard and fast, crushing into me like a rogue wave. Thranduil still kept his pace, thrusting into me, roughly praising me: “That’s it, darling. Ride it out. You are doing so good. Looking so fucking beautiful.” And I could feel my cum leak on his lap, drawing lush sounds from my core.

“Meleth!” I cried out, now completely kicked out of reality.” Crying out in desperation I reached out for him. Thranduil gave into my pleading, leaning forward again, pressing me down with his full body, effectively caging me in between his hot chest and soft mattress. “Yes…” I mewled, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling him thrust much deeper into me. I was again babbling absolutely unfiltered: “Don’t stop, meleth. Makes me feel safe. So good. Thank you.”

“Of course, darling. Everything for you.” His voice sounded strained and I realized that he was close as well. “Its okey. You can let go.” I tried to get the words out straight, but another moan rippled through me, him groaning, desperately gripping a pillow. “No. I am not finished with you. I want you to come with me.” The pure determination and love in his words, striking me deeply, so that I couldn’t help but, whimper again. I earned a soft bite on my shoulder, followed by more praises: “Fuck yes… I love it when you do that. Taking me so well, moaning for me in such beautiful tones.”

Sneaking a hand between us, he pressed two fingers on my clit, sloppily rubbing circles over it. I clenched around his cock as an answer, goosebumps spreading over my skin, as he forced the fire to burn up in my body once again. A shiver ran down my spine, my walls fluttering around his cock, my legs wrapping around him even tighter. It spurred him on to fuck me even harder, his fingers moving faster, the sloppy kisses on my neck now closer to love bites than anything else. I started to shake uncontrollably, my body overwhelmed by the desire and stimulation that he had and still was administrating.

“I got you.” He rasped out and it was all I needed to hear. I came again, succumbing to a shivering mess underneath him, clamping down on his cock. “Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned and I could feel him twitch inside of me. The feeling of his hot seed shooting up my core made me whimper desperately and I couldn’t help myself but to think about what it would feel like to carry his child. Slowing down his pace, he rode out our orgasms, smothering every bit of skin with wet kisses. He was breathing hard, trying his best to catch his stance again.

Pressing me close to himself, he rolled onto his back and I was now lying on top of him. “You did so good, meleth nin. Took me so well. I promise I will always love and protect you. You are everything to me, the only thing I would give away everything I own for without batting an eye.” Listening to his sweet ramblings, I let the tears roll from my cheeks, cherishing his love and the sweet intimate moment between us.

To my dismay, it was interrupted far too quickly, when I felt the mixture of my slick and his seed trickling out of me. Wriggling in his arms, I tried to find a comfortable spot, but the stickiness just got worse. He was quick to realize what was the problem. Pressing a kiss to my head, he rolled around again, getting up from the bed. “Stay there. I will get something to get you cleaned up.”

I just watched him scramble through the room and come back with a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He looked so incredible hot like this. His hair messy and disheveled. Eyes still glowing with desire. And when he saw his cum seeping out of me, I believed to see his gaze grow even darker. I sighed loudly, catching his look with mine: “How was I ever able to deny me such pleasures…?” He laughed at my words, slowly sinking to the bed and cleaning me up with soft little touches. “From now on you will never have to. Whenever you need me, feel free to come and get me.”

“Even when you are in a meeting?” I asked and he smirked at me: “Especially then.”

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[somedaylazysomeday]

A Boon - Part Six

A sleepless night looms ahead, but you don't want to fill it with conversation.

Thranduil x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: Teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, emotional misunderstanding, emotional vulnerability

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It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Thranduil spoke again - minutes and hours meaningless in the darkness of the night. 

“Will you still not tell me what steals your slumber?” Thranduil’s low voice rumbled, perfectly fitting the velvet shadows filling the room. “Unburdening yourself may help you sleep.” 

You shook your head, knowing he could hear the motion as clearly as speech. “I doubt it. But perhaps you can help in a different way… if you are willing.” 

There was a pause in which you prepared to assure him that he was under no obligation to you. But then Thranduil’s hand released yours to grasp your waist instead. In a fluid motion, he had rolled over to loom above you in the darkness. 

“I would be a poor lover indeed if I allowed you to suffer when there is hope of providing respite.”

“So magnanimous,” you teased. 

“Always,” he agreed, a bare instant before his lips brushed yours once and again, deepening into something tinged with urgency. 

You melted eagerly into the kiss and wormed your way closer, welcoming every touch of your body against his. He was big and solid and so wonderfully warm, especially when he cradled your jaw in his hand to deepen the kiss further. 

You hadn’t given much thought to where his other hand might be, not until you felt it high on your thigh and moving steadily inward. You gave a pleased little mutter and parted your legs so he could have space to move between them. 

Thranduil’s hand was against the very heart of you, cupping your mound, but he had gone still. You could feel the way his middle finger was lying along your seam, but that finger was not pressing into your core and his palm was not pressing against your clit. Still, there was something oddly intense about the way he was holding you, his grip possessive as he claimed your mouth in a leisurely siege. 

When his fingers did start moving, they were slow and gentle as they stroked your folds, teasing the most sensitive part of you. You were squirming under that attention, but unwilling to pull your lips from his to make a complaint. Thranduil finally took pity on you, sinking a finger deep into your heat. 

Your body parted eagerly around the intrusion, pulling him deeper. The thickness of that single digit simultaneously felt like the greatest relief you had ever felt and not nearly enough for you. 

When he stopped moving, your hips lifted to impale yourself more firmly. The heel of his hand was barely short of brushing your clit, and you could feel the heat of him so close… The stimulation it promised stayed tantalizingly out of reach, no matter how hard you tried to get there. 

You were pouting into your kiss when Thranduil finally relented. That finger started pushing gently in and out of you, more of a stroking gesture than a true thrust, but it was enough to make your heart race. 

Thranduil was a patient lover. He always had been, and it was one of his greatest strengths. He took his time, carefully drawing every bit of pleasure he could possibly plumb from your depth before he allowed either of you to rest. He had teased you in the past about the desperate speed of humans and how they could only hope to achieve the intensity of elven practices. It was maddening. 

Fortunately, you had quickly figured out a particular quirk of Thranduil’s: when he was so deeply involved in teasing sensations out of you, he was susceptible to his own needs. He could fight off the draw of pleasure alone, but when that pleasure was dashed with just a hint of pain, it was as if his mind was taken over by the startling contrast. 

With the way he was tormenting you, you could hardly be blamed for giving him a long stroke - fingers at the precise level of tightness that made him weak - even as you delivered a sharp nip to his lower lip. 

Thranduil pulled away to release a harsh sound, a rough combination of shock and keen interest, and stared down at you with a sharp look in his eyes. Those eyes had a sudden wildness to them, the tremendous sense of age in them edged with something you could only describe as a blunt and determined sort of intensity. 

He was going to take you apart, and you could think of nothing you wanted more. 

When Thranduil started moving once again, there was nothing soft or gentle about it. His finger pulled free of you only for it to return with another. Those two fingers thrust deep without a moment’s hesitation, stretching you sharply as you gasped and arched helplessly against your pillows. 

“Thranduil,” you gasped, clutching at the sheets, his arms… anything within reach that could possibly help you ground yourself against the feeling of his teasing fingers. 

He glanced from between your legs and up to your face. His expression was light and joyful, utterly mischievous. “Yes, lover?” 

Now that you had his attention, you were uncertain of what you might want with it. The best you could muster was a soft and trembling, “Please.” 

Thranduil smiled, drawing another gasp  as his fingers twisted inside of you. “Do not worry, little one. I know precisely what you need.” 

With that vaguely threatening promise, Thranduil set to work pulling you apart. His fingers pushed and stroked, thumb teasing intermittently against your clit - no rhythm you could decipher with your preoccupied mind. That meant that you could not anticipate his movements, and you were left to Thranduil’s mercy as he worked you steadily toward an orgasm. 

And it was no accident that Thranduil was not known for his mercy. 

When you fell apart, you arched up off the bed, held in place only by Thranduil’s arm bracing your hips. Your hands were clutching desperately at his forearms, and it was a miracle that he didn’t seemed bothered by the way your nails were biting into his skin. Your legs slammed shut around his hand, holding him in place as your core worked to drag him deeper inside of you. 

Thranduil worked you through it, movements steady and inexorable until you were quivering and breathless beneath him. Weakly, you pushed his hand away - though you had to remember to release it from the vice of your thighs first.

“Well, my queen?” Thranduil inquired, leaning over to study you from a closer angle. “Do you find yourself ready for sleep?” 

You made a face at his teasing tone, but you did not truly mind it. He was subtly asking whether or not you wished to continue your activities. There were days on which you preferred to orgasm once (or not at all) and be done with things so that you did not become overstimulated. Fortunately, that tended not to happen with Thranduil. 

“I am afraid not,” you told him with a sigh. “Though I understand if you are too tired to continue.” 

It was a game between the two of you, just as much a part of your relationship as his proposals. Thranduil grinned at you, as delighted to play his part as he ever was. “Not so, little mortal. I am ever ready to ensure your satisfaction.” 

You smiled back, but it was halfhearted. The endearment he had chosen struck a little too close to your preoccupied thoughts for comfort, and your urgency was genuine as you pulled him back down for another kiss. 

There was a hesitation to Thranduil’s lips and you worried for a moment that he would pull away to ask what was wrong. That was a conversation you had no interest in having with him at that particular moment, so you slipped your tongue between Thranduil’s lips, dueling briefly with his until he seemed utterly distracted.

And then, just to be certain, you slung one of your legs over his narrow hips, repositioning yourself until you were straddling him. His length was pressed against you, insistent and impossible to ignore, but not breaching you. 

You intended to fix that. 

“Are- Are you ready?” you asked, trying not to openly pant. As was often the case with Thranduil, your orgasm had not quenched your thirst so much as piqued your hunger. The sight of him beneath you, his pretty hair spread across your pillows, made your body tighten with unmistakable need. 

“For you?” Thranduil asked, and even in the handful of seconds since you had asked your question, you had already forgotten it. “Always.” 

You pulsed your hips forward and back, the movements a mindless mimicry of the way Thranduil’s hips moved when he took you. Thranduil planted his heels on the bed and pushed upward, shoving himself more firmly against you until you remembered precisely what your question had been… and what his answer gave you permission to start doing.

When your hand wrapped around Thranduil’s length, he twitched and thrust into the air at the feeling. It took your full strength to push his hips back to the bed. Even then, you knew it was only because he allowed you to reposition him. 

Your fingers around the base of Thranduil’s shaft held him in place as you pressed the broad head to your entrance. As always, he felt impossibly large as you lowered yourself onto him. Perhaps it was the position that always made you feel the burning stretch. More likely, it was that you were unable to slow your pace when you took him this way. You needed him now, not when your body said you could have him. 

But he was barely inside of you before he was catching your hips, holding you in place and preventing you from sinking down in one desperate stroke. You made a wordless noise of frustration, opening your eyes to stare at him in confused irritation. 

“Slowly, love, slowly,” he urged. “I want to feel you. I want you to feel me.”

You tried to ignore that direction, but Thranduil’s fingers were firm on your hips, guiding you achingly slowly downward. Even as your irritation grew toward the elvenking, you could not argue that this was more intense. Thranduil’s shaft seemed even more impossibly long this way, fed slowly into you bit by bit until it felt like he was stretching up inside your torso, fighting his way toward your heart. 

The muscles of your core worked and gripped and twitched around him. Thranduil seemed as entranced as you were, his lips moving as if he was speaking softly, so softly that his words were completely inaudible to you. 

When you were finally fully seated on him, feeling utterly impaled on the thick intrusion of his length inside of you, both of you made matching noises of inarticulate pleasure. You were unaware that your hands were braced against his chest until he gently cupped his over the back of one. 

“Is there something you need to tell me?” you asked. 

Thranduil looked at you with confusion, then with dawning delight. “Why, my queen. Are you asking for me to tell you how lovely I find you? Because I am happy to do so, though I will expect you to refrain from implying that I am the egotistical one in our relationship in the future…” 

“No, you have full claim over any ego between us,” you countered immediately. It was difficult to think with his hardness buried so deeply inside of you, but this seemed important enough to gather whatever wits remained available to you. “I meant that you were saying something. I could not hear you, but I felt that I needed to.” 

A wry expression twisted its way across Thranduil’s face. Worry grew in your stomach, and your voice was quiet when you asked, “Is it something so terrible?” 

Thranduil shook his head, fingertips rising to keep your face aimed at his. “Not at all. I simply worry that you will realize that our shared pleasure is weighted in my favor. It is impossible that I can bring you pleasure equal to the pleasure you bring me.”

“Did we not just discuss ego?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood. 

“I believe you have no concept of the way you make me feel,” Thranduil said solemnly, light eyes locked with yours. You stilled, trying to decipher what he meant with this serious turn. You felt a stab of fear as you wondered whether Storr would be proved correct. This was just abrupt enough to be the start of the end of your relationship with Thranduil. 

But then, the elvenking smiled. “Perhaps I am lucky in that. If you knew how utterly entrancing you are, I fear the power you would gain from the revelation.” 

You chuckled with him, but you still felt odd. Unbalanced, somehow, by the unexpected gravity of the moment. Then Thranduil’s hand moved to your breast, thumb stroking over your nipple as he smiled gently up at you. “You are so beautiful. And clever enough to rule a kingdom while working on behalf of citizens who adore you. I knew you would be a wonderful queen, but I could never had expected so much.” 

Normally, praise made you uncomfortable, particularly when it was as effusive as this. For some reason, you soaked in Thranduil’s words and felt the weight of them impact your soul. You were a wonderful queen. And you were clever and beautiful enough to bring Thranduil to his knees. Proverbially speaking, of course - you liked him exactly where he was at the moment. 

The height difference between you could present a challenge in many positions, but you could lean forward at just the right angle to press your lips to his. Thranduil met you on the way, hungrily accepting your kiss and deepening it until you were drinking each other in.

Since you were already leaning toward him, it was simple to lift up on your knees before sinking back down onto Thranduil. In fact, it was almost easier to keep the motion forward-and-back rather than up-and-down. 

The feeling of his thickness sliding out of you spurred you on, and the pressure of his pelvis against your clit at the bottom of every stroke urged you to keep that momentum. Your thrusts sped fast and faster until you had to pull away from Thranduil’s mouth so you could catch your breath. 

It was satisfying to see that Thranduil was breathing heavily as well. His chest rose and fell under your fingers, and you could almost imagine that you felt his quickened heartbeat beneath the smooth skin. Every few strokes, the head of his shaft would catch at the perfect place inside of you, shocking your system with the sharpness of the sensations. Each time it happened, your body clamped down around Thranduil’s as he gave a low, urgent growl. 

When Thranduil caught at your hips, you half-prepared yourself to swat at his hands. He was clearly as close as you were, and you would be forced into violence if he intended to slow your pace once more.

But he only squeezed your hips, stroking over the sensitive skin he found there. “Lovely, lovely human. I shall not last much longer. What can I do to bring you with me?” 

Your mouth was dry from all of the panting, and it took you several attempts to force out, “Touch me, Thranduil.” 

“With pleasure,” he agreed, a wolfish smile spreading over his face. 

This was once of your most treasured traits of Thranduil’s: when you asked him to touch you, he did not simply lunge for your most sensitive places. He knew that you could find pleasure in every sensation. His hands traveled up your arms to your shoulders, then down the sides of your body, your body singing at the simple contact. He caressed your breasts like he had the rest of you, then continued over the flexing muscles of your stomach and down between your legs. 

The thrusting pace you had taken up left little space for him to reach your clit, but Thranduil managed, slipping fingers between you. He teased you mercilessly, following the movements of your body to keep the torment ongoing regardless of whether you were rising or falling. 

You had been steadily getting closer to the edge of your orgasm, but it had been a distant thing, growing like a cloudbank over the water before a storm. But Thranduil’s touch brought those nebulous sensations to the immediate forefront. 

You slammed yourself down on him, hands braced on his shoulders as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths. The chasm of pleasure yawned eagerly before you, and it was only by holding completely still that you could draw back without falling in. Your body relaxed incrementally, half a step back from the cliff.

Thranduil was unwilling to let you, however. He pressed his knuckle firmly against your clit, thrusting up into you at the same time. 

And you were gone. 

It was something of a miracle that your arms and legs stayed braced enough to support you. You had no feeling left in them, your entire being so consumed by the sensations wracking you that the world narrowed exclusively to the explosions in your body, the twitching pulses of Thranduil’s length inside of you, and the satisfied gleam of Thranduil’s eyes. 

As your body’s frantic spasms eventually slowed to soft squeezes around him, Thranduil’s eyes stayed on yours. You could not fault him; yours were just as blatantly locked on his. His hands on your arms kept you upright even when your muscles no longer wished to support you, and he guided you slowly onto the bed beside him. 

The room was quiet, the sound of the waves far below only now audible without the grunts and moans and sounds of sex filling the room. You could almost fall asleep, the worries of your relationship pushed from your mind by your recent activities. But the rustle of the Thranduil’s body against the sheets felt purposeful, a way of breaking the silence, and you knew a conversation was incoming.

“Tell me, my queen,” Thranduil said, gently pulling out of you. “When do you intend to accept my proposal?”

“When do you intend to stop asking?” you returned, lazily rolling your head so you could look at him. 

He smiled. “I believe I never shall. Some day, you will agree to have me as your husband.”

“Thranduil…” You knew you were meant to find that funny, but you could not quite summon a smile. Yes, there were serious problems that he refused to acknowledge, but you had never stated them as clearly as you should. Perhaps it was time to bring them up directly. 

You rolled onto your side, directing your gaze at him rather than the ceiling. “You will outlive me by a number of years. Why would you want to tie yourself to a wife you will have for the equivalent of a few weeks?”

Thranduil looked over at you and found that you were watching him steadily. He returned his gaze to the ceiling rather than hold yours. “Yes, I will outlive you. That much is a certainty, barring anything unforeseen. But I love you. I want to seize our time together, to spend as much of it bound as tightly as we can be. When you are gone, I will mourn you. I would do so if you left me tomorrow.” 

You might have teased him for that, asked if he had designs on your safety… but there was a frown on Thranduil’s face that said the thought alone was causing him distress. 

“But would you deny me the knowledge that you had belonged to me and I had belonged to you as much as any two can? That we swore before all kingdoms, all rulers, and every one of our subjects that we chose to be together? Not due to politics or trade or any such thing. But because we loved each other too deeply to live any other way but together.” 

Thranduil slowly shook his head. “I mourned my first wife for almost a decade and that was with the comfort of knowing we had been together without reservation. I already care too deeply about you to hope for any less grief, but I worry for that lack of solace…”

“So why do I wish to wed you?” he asked, turning to look at you directly. Thranduil’s eyes were bright with unshed tears, though he fought to keep them from falling. “Simply put: because I love you and I want the entirety of the world to know that I would have none other than you for my wife, my partner, and my queen.”

Whatever expression was on your face, Thranduil seemed to find it unbearable. He turned away, his back toward you. “Please save your objections for the morning. I find I am far too weary to defend my desires to you this evening.” 

“Thranduil…” you started. 

“Yes?” he asked, still facing away. 

Your mouth opened, but you found that you could not answer him. 

Thranduil turned toward you once more, his hands rising to cup your face. One of his thumbs rubbed the crease between your brows while the other smoothed the corner of your  frowning mouth.

“Yes?” he repeated, voice hushed. 

You took a breath, and it was shaky when you released it. “Ask me again.” 

Thranduil’s hands stilled on your face. “Will you marry me?” 

“Yes.”

His eyes widened an instant before he captured your lips with his own. With the activities of the last hour, you were not quite stirred to need, but your body perked with interest at the way he moved close and closer. You were pressed together, utterly entwined, until Thranduil let you go, pulling away only far enough to press his forehead to yours. The brightness of his beaming smile was near-blinding from such a close vantage point, but there was a mischief in it that made you wary.

“You realize, of course, that our people will not be satisfied with a recounted tale of an accepted proposal?”

You groaned. “Please try not to make your staged proposal too inane tomorrow. I don’t want to lose the respect of my subjects.”

“Never,” Thranduil promised. “I shall devote the entire afternoon to composing a proper proposal for their approval.”

“Afternoon?” you asked. “What about the morning?” 

His eyes were bright. “I had a rather different idea of how we would spend the morning.”

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Author's Note - This pair has been a delight to write from the beginning, but these two chapters represent my final ideas for them. If I ever decide to add to their story, I'll make sure to link it here.

Meanwhile, I would love to hear what you thought! Thanks for reading!

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[yandere-delulu]

Eyes Like Rubies

Yandere! Platonic! Thranduil x Albino! Teen! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Legolas

Summary: Legolas finally meets Y/N, and Thranduil says something he can’t take back

Warning: crying idk, at this point Y/N crying is kinda a given

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the others because where it ended was a good cut off point before going into the next chapter.

Chapter 3: Exchanged Words

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Finding the location his father had hidden Y/N away in had turned out to be a little harder than he was expecting, but Legolas was going to find her. He had to be careful not to arouse his father’s suspicion but part of him knew his father already guessed he would be looking for her room. 

‘He’ll have her room guarded, but it won’t be any normal guard. My father would only be satisfied if royal guards were stationed.’ Legolas pondered, walking through the halls, eyes glancing down corridors as he passed looking for anything that looked out of place. 

It wasn’t tell he had gone down several stairwells and a maze of hallways when he arrived at the old wing. One he had not ventured to since the realm had ceased having visitors, the old wing used to be where nobles and royalty would stay, yet now lays almost abandoned only ever used as extra bed when the healers have run out. Yet in this old wing near the end of the farthest hallway stood two royal guards, standing alert and flanking a door. It had to be where his father had kept Y/N.

Standing tall, Legolas approached with all the poise that had been drilled into his head over the decades of etiquette lessons. He had to approach this right or they would turn him away, and judging by the way they were looking at him they were already planning on how. Striding up to the guards, only stopping when they blocked his way with their spears.

“Forgive us my prince, but King Thranduil ordered for no one to be let in except for him and the healer.” One of them spoke.

“My father has given me permission to enter.” Legolas cooly spoke, eyes trained on theirs, he has to make it believable.

“If that were the case, King Thranduil would have informed us.” The other chimed in.

“My father is informing you now, do you expect the king to take time out of his busy day to come down here and tell you that I, the prince, can be let into this room?” Legolas harshley questioned, watching as their resolve start to crumble, “or should I go inform my father that you disobeyed an order?” he added, raising an eyebrow. The guards only lowered their heads, moving their pears to the side, allowing the blonde entry.

Slipping in, he quickly shut the door behind them, thanking the stars there was a lock which he slotted into place. The healer was nowhere in sight, which means it’s only a matter of time before they come back and bust his ruse. Glancing around the room had been cleaned, spotless compared to the dust covered rooms that filled this section of the old wing. 

Turning around, blue eyes met with startled red ones. She was awake and looking right at him from where she sat on the bed. 

“W-who are you?” She whispered, backing up on the bed slightly. “Where’s Linann?” She asked, eyes shifting around hurriedly, he could see a mist fill them, he needed to calm her down. Her crying might alert the guards and they might realize he locked the door and put two and two together. 

“My name is Legolas.” He spoke, trying to approach her, but it only seemed to drive her away. “Linann had to take care of a few people, so she sent me to look after you instead.” He lied, and Y/N seemed to buy it somewhat, relaxing alittle and scooting ever so slightly forward. 

“Are you an elf like Linann?” She curiously asked, eyes scanning him, before leaning, trying to see his ears. 

Turning his head, his ears in full view, he heard the child crawl closer. “Yes I’m an elf, everyone within the walls of the woodland realm are elves.” He spoke.

“Except for me” Y/N added, now at the end of the bed, red eyes beaming with curiosity, hesitance still lingering on her brow. “Your eyes,” She paused, and Legolas looked at her with confusion, “They are the same as the ones of the man-i mean elf who found me.” she wondered, looking to him for answers. 

Taking a seat on the bed, trying to not feel offended when Y/N shrunk back, she was still weerie of him, Legolas repeated in his head. “We have the same eyes because he’s my father.”  That seemed to catch the girl's interest, as she moved a little closer, now they were only sitting a few feet away. Legolas took this moment to actually look at Y/N, she looked so young, far too young to be wandering the forest alone, but what entranced him were her eyes, ruby red eyes that sparkled brighter than any stone, once that stared at his with the same curiosity. “Which parent do you share eyes with?” He asked, a smile on his face, expecting her to brightly tell him but he watched as bright rubies turned to dull rocks downcasting towards hands that idly played with the sheets on the bed. 

“I-i don’t know, i’ve never met my parents.” Her voice cracked, “I guess they were scared of them like most people and left me…” she trailed off, a small sniffle filling the thick air, white hair covering her downcast face. 

‘Was this why she was abandoned in the forest?’ Legolas wondarded, but quickly squandered his thoughts, turning towards the downtrodden girl. “Well I do not know what your parents were thinking, but I find your eyes quite beautiful.” He spoke with sincerity, looking down at the girl as shy shy turned to face him again. “Your eyes put the most stunning rubies to shame.” He continued, voice filled with honesty and sincerity. It was true, he found Y/N eyes beautiful, so unlike anything he had seen, yet when he gazes at them he feels a sense of peace. 

Sniffing, she rubbed her eyes, “You’re just saying that cause I'm crying right now.”

“I will happily shout it across the realm for all to hear!” He jested, earning a giggle from the white haired girl, one that sounded like the prettiest bells to the elf.

“Please don’t do that, it would be far too embarrassing.” She giggled, a small smile playing on her lips, matching the warm one on his.

“I will do it if you speak ill of your eyes again, and you can hold me to my word.” He swore, smile widening as he earned another round of soft giggles from Y/N who now only sat a foot away. 

“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” She chuckled, tears long dried up. “So how old are you Legolas?” She softly spoke, looking at him with a bright smile. 

“I’m 2870 years old.” He spoke matter of factly.

“Is that like an elf joke?” She quietly asked, giving an uncomfortable laugh.

“No it is no joke, elves live very long lives compared to men.” He spoke cautiously, beginning to wonder how much this child knows, even more so how old she is.

Y/N looked into his eyes and only saw the truth, with everything going on right now she is just gonna have to start rolling with the punches at this point she mused.

“That makes you super old compared to me.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth trying to cover up her fit of giggles.

“Really I’m old, then my father must be ancient because he is well over 4000 years old.” Legolas defended, a laugh following, Y/N’s giggles were far too contagious, leading to them both falling over in a giggling mess, Y/N much more so than her companion.

It felt nice to be this free and open, Legolas cannot remember the last time he just talked with someone like this, joked around and had fun. It was not too common for elves, unless they were far too drunk to remember how to be dignified. “Then if you are having so much fun laughing at my age Y/N, how about sharing yours?” He snottly said in jest.

“Haha, okay, just don’t be too mean, I'm 13.” She giggled.

“You make fun of not only my age but my father’s age when you are only a baby!” He laughed, watching as her ruby eyes sparkled with tears, happy tears as she fell into another fit of giggles.

The two continued to talk back and forth, asking various things about each other, Legolas occasionally throwing a quip in about his dad, Y/N giggling away as she spoke to him, both having the time of their life.

Unaware of the ears that listened in on their joyus conversation. 

Rushing through the ever winding hallways, Linann made quick steps. Y/N had just woken up and she must report it to King Thranduil immediately, lest she face the fate she so fears. Saying quick apologies as she brushes past the guards carrying armfulls of papers and books, weaving her way through the busy hallway and shoving through the door into her king’s study.

“My King, I’ve come to report that Y/N has woken up again and has remained conscious.” She spoke hastily, watching as he quickly rose from his chair and strided out the door, worry etching into her face as he grabbed his sword. Following after him, elves parted as he walked, not daring to impede their king, she walked a few steps behind. The journey was quiet, and she feared what may happen as she stared at the sword on his hip. 

Finally coming upon the door, it felt like an eternity of silence, but what only amounted to 15 minutes to the old wing. Royal guard still stood at attention, standing far straighter in the presence of their king. Approaching the door they froze, Thranduil casting a suspicious gaze at the door, they could hear laughing coming from within.

“Y/N is to be alone, who is in there?” He questioned the guards, who began to worry, realizing that they had been played by the prince and now must face the wrath of their king.

“T-the prince, My King.” One spoke, trying to keep his voice steady.

“And why is he in there when my orders were to not allow anyone besides the healer or I inside?” Thranduil questions, icy blue iris digging into the guard.

“The Prince lied to us, The Prince said he received permission from My King to enter this room.” The other spoke, voice just as shaky as the others.

“I see.” Thranduil sneered, “Leave us, I’ll deal with your insubordination later.” The guards didn’t have to be told twice, hurrying down the hall, away from Thranduil’s wrath. 

Gripping the door handle, ready to swing it open, a laugh made the cold king pause, a laugh that had not graced these halls in many years.

His son’s laugh.

It had been so long since he had heard his son’s laugh that he had almost forgotten the sound. Another laugh was mixed in with Legolas’, a gentle one that rang like the softest bells, their harmonious chorus playing through the corridor. 

His son sounded so free, not marred down by the trauma of the past or burdened by duty, he sounded so….happy. It made Thranduil stand there and just listen, listen to the mindless conversation the two were having, not caring of the details, only listening to chuckles and giggles that flowed through the door. 

And Thranduil began to wonder, what if he just stops looking for Y/N village and just accepts the most absurd answer as the right one, and keeps her within these walls. She’ll be safe, well fed, she can be educated in the world she now resides in, but most of all she can bring back the happiness that has faded from his son, one that she has brought back just like she brought back flowers to the forest.

She just needs to stay here, because for the first time since his late wife’s death his son is happy, and if she is bringing such happiness, he cannot let that happiness slip through his fingers.

“Wait-Wait you’re telling me that there are spiders here the size of this bed?!” Y/N Shouted in surprise, hands cupping her face, looking down right horrified.

“Do you not have giant spiders where you live?” LEgolas questioned in equal shock.

“NO! Ours are like maybe this big, at least this is the biggest i have ever seen.” Y/N made a circle with her fingers the size of a half dollar.

“Yours are so tiny they do not eat people do they?” Legolas questioned.

Y/N froze, looking at her new friend in horror, “No. no. no. That is not okay, Your spiders eat people!” She screeched, looking mortified. Legolas couldn't help but laugh at her expression, finding her face funny yet down right adorable. 

“And yours do not?” Legolas asked just to get a reaction, and he got what he hoped for.

“NO! Ours eat bugs and other spiders, but not like people. They’ll bite us if we get near them, but most are venomous.” She exclaimed, looking appalled he would even ask, her only response was a chuckle from the blonde who had far too much fun riling her up.

“You know next time I go on a hunt I can bring you with me and you can see one for yourself~.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows, only to get a face of disgust as a response and a loud NO shouted at him.

A rattle of the door cut their fun short.

Y/N quickly shrinking back, Legolas resting a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Do not worry, it is nothing to be afraid of. It is most likely Linann returning.” He spoke calmly, watching the nervous girl relax again, giving him a small smile. “I’m going to open the door okay?” He spoke, Y/N giving him a gentle nod.

“Open the door Legolas.” His father’s voice sounded from the other side.

“That doesn’t sound like Linann…Legolas I’m scared” Y/N whimpered, curling up on the bed.

“Hey-Hey now it will be okay, it is my dad, you know the one that’s ancient.” Legolas jokes, trying to calm Y/N down, seeing her relax once again, but still on edge. “I’m going to let him in okay.”

“I hope he’s as nice as you.” Y/N whispered. LEgolas can only hope his father is in a good mood.

Flipping the latch up, he opened the door, apologetic eyes meeting stern ones. Quickly moving aside as his father shoves in. “Tell me Legolas why is it I find you in all the places I tell you not to go.” 

“Well father, you did not tell me I could not come here.” The cold look shot his way told him his father was not too pleased with his answer. 

Striding to the foot of the bed, Thranduil towered over the child who could only cowar, “Your name is Y/N?” A quick nod, “You seem at a loss for words now, yet only a moment ago you and my son seemed to talk like there would be no sunrise.” He spoke callously, analyzing the child whose ruby eyes struggled to meet his own. “Well do you have nothing to say?” He scoffed. 

“Father, are you trying to intimidate her? she is just a child, can you not speak a little softer.” Legolas defended Y/N, who now could only look at her hands.

“A child? Then tell me how old you are? You surely must be old with that white hair.” Thranduil belittled, he needed to see if the child of man was wretched like the rest. If her heart was poisoned by the toxins they seemed so happy to fill their kins heads with. He will not allow this thing to get close only to hurt his son and break him more than what has already been done. So even if it seems cruel and hateful he must be, he’ll make this child show their true colors. 

Tears.

Tears flowed like untouched streams from cryline ruby eyes, lips trembled, but even still the child forced herself to speak, “I’m 13 years old, sir.” She hiccuped, using her sleeve to rub away the tears, only for the steam to flow again. 

“Adar!” His son shouted, enraged, shoving past him to the girl that desperately tried to hold back her sobs. Crawling onto the bed, wrapping her in a gentle embrace, Y/N crying into his shoulder, while Legolas stares at his father with a wrathful expression. “Mútha (go away).” Legolas hisses through clenched teeth.

“Iôn (son)…” Thranduil breathed, he had pushed it too far. Y/N was only a child, no she was a baby, yet he took the rage he felt towards men out on a mere infant, and in the same breath had only driven a bigger wedge between his son and him. Yet his son only looked away when their eyes met, casting them down to the child in his arms, the child that he made cry. The child that had brought his son so much joy mere moments ago he had reduced to tears in a matter of words. Yet now he had no words, only left with the choice to leave as Legolas comforted Y/N.

Closing the door behind him, Linann quickly sensed her king wanted to be alone and made haste to leave. 

Thranduil stood his back against the door, putting his head into his hands. Unable to block out the whimpers and cries of the ruby eyed child, he stayed there wondering how he was going to fix the mistakes he made.

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[theblogofdurin]

Cloaked in Green | Pt.2 || Chp.24: Family Legacy

word count: 1k

warning(s): cursing, self-hatred, mentions of: family legacies (negative and positive.) Death of family members

summary: A third person view into Thorin’s thoughts in his cell in Mirkwood.

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Thorin Oakenshield x fem!OC

Links: series masterlist, chp.23, reader guide

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Legacy.

No matter what you are, who you are, the power of your parents legacy has the ability to shape you. . It's how you let it shape you that matters. Do you let it control you? Or do you perhaps control it instead?

That is what Thorin is trying to figure out. Stuck in the cells of Mirkwood. He is truly starting to wonder if he can achieve what he set out to do.

Take back the mountain, kill the dragon Smaug and live to tell the tale…Live to take back his family legacy.

=//=//=//=

“I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us!” Thorin stops walking. Still facing away from Thranduil, he speaks. His voice gets louder and louder as he goes.

“You lack all honor!" He is now shouting. Thorin spins around and points at Thranduil.

"I’ve seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back. You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! Imrid amrad ursul!” [ Die a death of flames!]

Thranduil puts his face right in front of Thorin’s.“Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north.”

As Thranduil speaks, his face contorts, revealing his burns and scars from his past encounters. His left eye is milky and blind. He draws away, and his face returns to normal.

“I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon, but he would not listen.” Thranduil turns and walks up the winding steps to his throne.

“You are just like him.” he spat, motioning to the guards, who grabbed Thorin and began hauling him toward the dungeons.

“Stay here if you will, and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf." He plopped down in his chair as Thorin growled at him, smirking as he continued, "I am patient. I can wait.”

Thorin is thrown into a cell beside the other dwarves, and his jailer walks away with a ring of jangling keys.

=//=//=//=

The Good, the bad and the sickness. The minds of his father and grandfather were not healthy ones. Driven mad by the heart and precious gold inside that mountain.

Thorin shuddered, pulling tighter into himself in the corner of the cell. What else was he expecting?

Of course he would fail. He sighed. It's not the first time in his life. He has failed more than one person, including himself in his 154 years. He has failed more than one person in the last 3 days.

=//=//=//=

After the guard walked back up the stairs after locking him in. Thorin listened as Fili spoke loudly through the bars of his"You know Uncle would never approve."

Thorin's eyebrows pinched together, Kili scoff followed his brother's statement quickly, "Uncle doesn't have a place to talk right now."

=//=//=//=

Fi and Ki…Thorin’s head fell back against the wall behind him. Eyes closed in thought. Having children was never on the plan for Thorin. As a spare to the line succession, he never thought much of it. Than came… Azanulbizar and the death of his grandfather, Víli and Ferin.

With his father's disappearance, He had to step up into a position he was unfamiliar with. A position he never saw himself as.

The position of King…and the position of a Father.

Fili and Kili were no more than bairns at the time and Dís was in no shape to raise them alone. Fí was now the heir, with Kí as his spare. There was no other choice but for him to step up and raise them as he thought Ví would want.

He has failed them. He let his head bang once against the wall.

He has failed his sister. Two bangs.

He has failed his brother. Three bangs

He has failed his sister's one. Four bangs.

And worst of all, he failed his one. Five bangs.

All because he couldn’t bear to see her hurt. But by doing so. By saying so. He has hurt her and hurt his sister's sons even worse than if he had said nothing, done nothing.

That was his legacy.

Failure.

Breathing deeply through his nose, Thorin raised his hands to twirl the 2 silver beads, tied back behind his right ear. He smiled slightly at the memory of craving them.

The lion and the wolf.

He had craved them the day each of the princes took their titles in the Blue Mountains. And from that very moment as they both pledged their services as not just royalty but as protectors of the people. Thorin was sure that even if he had children of his own. Fili and Kili would always remain as his first and second heirs. For he couldn’t see them being any different than his own. Though he definitely did not tell them that. Or even showed them the clasps on his braids.

Now especially, he was so ashamed to be near them. What happened at Beorn's house, was not him. It didn't feel like it was him. What kind of example did that leave Fi and Ki? What legacy did that leave them.

What happened with Aranea was not something that he thought was possible for him. It was so uncharacteristically him, could he have gotten so blindsided by his love-…or was it love?

It had to be?

Aranea was his one, he knew that. It couldn't be more obvious. His heart swoons at the mere sound of her name.

So if she is his one. Which he knows. And in his heart is what he feels as love. Then what the hell happened that evening at the shapeshifter's house…

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[lavender-at-heart]

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[itsonlydana]

"Flower On My Skin" | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x human fem!reader 👑

Thranduil gets his hair braided and thinks too much.

warnings/tags: bittersweet, more fluff tho, swf, King Thranduil needs a break

words: 1,9k

an: this is a gift for the lovely @tigereyesf who always comments on my posts on ao3 🤍 the lyrics are from Noah Kahans song "Your needs, my needs'

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Thranduil understands that permitting you to be near him might not be wise. It could very well rank among the least advisable decisions he's made in ages.

But he did, he invited you again and again, sending horses and carriages to transport you ever since he found out you traveled all the way from Dale by yourself whenever he sent a letter.

Until he didn't need to anymore.

Not because you wouldn't come, but because you didn't leave.

Never in a million years would anyone have guessed that the stoic Elvenking would invite a human to his palace on more occasions than his own kind and surely no one would have ever thought that he would start courting them.

Yet here he was, sitting in one of his many blooming gardens, swatting away the hand that was currently trying to gather his hair.

"Stop this," Thranduil's stern voice would've had any other shiver in fear of losing their head, though it only makes you giggle.

"Please, let me braid it again," you stable yourself with your hands on his shoulders and lean over, chest pressed against his strong back.

"No, you little nuisance. I shall not! You know of the meeting I will attend later, we do not have the time."

Even though he can't see your face, he knows you roll your eyes at him, he can feel it in the huff you let out before letting go of him. The warmth of your body disappears as you stand up from the bench and throw one challenging look over your shoulder.

Thranduil watches how you lift the skirts of the gown you're wearing, the finest of silks that you've adorned with little handmade bows from the village, and flop down into the grass. There is not one care on your face that the hems will surely stain and that there are perfectly suitable marmor benches all over the garden and only one of those occupied by Thranduil himself.

You seem to ignore them every time you two spend time out here, he noticed you are much more content with your naked feet buried in the high grass and your hair intertwined with the flowers that grow here.

At first, he couldn't understand the fascination you harbored with nature.

Of course, he had a deep appreciation for the forest surrounding his kingdom, the strong resistance of the trees had been an inspiration for the winding halls, the water flowing through the roots and gifting life and the ever so steady wind reminded someone who lived a thousand years that some things, though they change, never completely disappear.

You, on the other hand, could not be separated from nature in any way whatsoever. There had been the flowers, first only on your side of the bed when he'd invited you to sleep next to him, and one day he woke up to find a vase filled with Astilbe flowers on his nightstand and on his vanity as well.

You also spend most of your day either wandering through the woods (which left him restless and worried until you accepted the sword he had his blacksmith forge for you) or meeting him here in the gardens. He would never tell you but before you, he hadn't walked or maker-forbid, sat there for decades.

Now, he found himself soaking sunshine more days than not, reading Elvish poetry to you while you rested curled into his side with one of his hands brushing your hair, or, chasing you on his Elk through the forest, following the sound of your horse and your laughter.

Your infatuation with nature and the stubbornness of pulling him along made him fall for you, deeply and most ardently and he knew that one day he would need to survive the sight of forests and gardens and flowers without the urge to burn them to the ground for outliving you.

As he watches you examine the colorful flowers and gather them in your lap, he isn't sure if he will be able to contain that anger against the gods if the time comes.

You are oblivious to the dark clouds hanging onto his thoughts, he makes sure that you'll never see the heartbreak he lives through while loving you because he knows, he knows that you would do everything in your power to make him happy.

This is who you are, a human that lives and loves and pours all that you are into those around you, he sees it in the gentleness of your hands cupping the flowers before plucking them, in the way your tongue learned a new language for you wouldn't accept not studying it for an answer if you lived here.

You live to love and love to live.

Thranduil shifts, forgetting that there are guards stationed around the gardens who could see their King doing the unthinkable but he doesn't care.

Not with you sitting a few feet away from him, your dress spilled around you, a full smile on your face as you collect the flowers growing there for you, their little heads turning to you as if you are the sun for them as well, and not just for Thranduil.

If you notice him standing up, you give no sign, you don't even stop humming, and the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth at this stubbornness is far too strong to stop it.

"Melethril nîn," he says quietly and his shadow falls over your body. The symbolism and fear of him taking away the sun from you has him clench his jaw. His pain is impatient as if it doesn't know he's going to live longer than he wants to and that it has all the time to break him down.

He quickly shuts those thoughts away behind the sight of you tipping your head back to smirk at him.

This is not the time to dwell on the future, not if he can exist in the moments he shares with you instead of fearing the time when he'll have to think back on them.

"Don't tell me you missed me," you tease.

He scoffs and –surprising you enough to let out a squeak– lowers himself onto his knees next to you.

Eye to eye, he feels much more comfortable, despite the stains that he knows now graze his robes.

"You know," he starts and lets his gaze wander over the flowers in your lap, however, you managed to collect this many of them in such a short time awes him, "the meeting can wait."

You catch onto the meaning instantly, your eyes lightening up even more. The golden rays of the setting sun reflect in them and he reaches forward to cup your face in the palm of his hand and gently leans towards you, capturing your lips in a long kiss that has you gasping.

"Now," Thranduil swipes his thumb over your lower lip, as you separate, tugging playfully at it and giving into another kiss before he continues, "Have your way with my hair, my love. I know you did not collect those flowers for any other reason."

You gasp ingeniously. "You are by far the wisest Elf I've ever met," you say and scoot –maker, he makes a note to get another dress just like this made because surely this will be ruined by the time you leave the gardens– behind his back.

While you gather his hair in your hands, this time without him trying to stop you but relaxing into the soft tugging, you mumble: "So wise, they should make you King."

He chuckles at that. "Ah, but I would need a Queen by my side. Do you know where one could find on–ahhh," his teasing words get swallowed by a sigh as your fingers collect some fine hairs on the side of his head and surely completely on accident run over the shell of his ear to the delicate tip.

"Ooops," you sing and just as his body calms, you repeat the action, even have the gall to scratch the skin with your nails and he melts into a puddle.

His ears burn, not just the one your breath hits but the other one as well and he can feel the blood shoot into his face as well, crumbling the stoic and straight-laced composure of the King who is already on his knees.

"You witch," he presses out between his clenched teeth and hears you giggle. "I should have never told you about that," he murmurs more to himself, trying to regulate his heart beating inside his chest like a wild rabbit on the loose.

You laugh once, a "Pah!" while you tug on his hair, "You didn't tell me," you say and he feels something get pushed inside the braid you are working on, "I found out all by myself."

Thinking back to the night that started this completely outrageous behavior trait of you fiddling with his ears whenever he doesn't pay you enough attention or he says something that teases you a bit too much, he can't tell if you are right or him.

A few years ago he would have shut you down completely because the King would never be wrong but now he grumbles under his breath, agreeing that you must be correct.

Then again, there are many new things that you brought into his life.

He laughs more freely, and not just out of spite of viciously.

He cares more, for you, for his son, for nature and sometimes even for the dwarfs he trades with.

He is formed by you, shaped by your untamable ways of never letting a rainy day ruin your mood.

He is nothing but wax in your hands.

Here, sitting in the gardens and letting you weave flowers in his precious hair, he is no King, he is just a soul yearning for your touch, a flower reaching to bloom in your golden light.

Thranduil's eyes flutter shut as you braid and weave and run your hands over his scalp and through his hair.

He may have fallen asleep, lulled into a trance by the warm sun caressing his face and your voice humming a melody as sweet as any words that you speak, because when you let go of the delicate braids and let them fall into the rest of his hair, he opens his eyes to a pink and purple sunset.

The birds sing their last song and the trees rustle, shaking their branches and leaves as if they would ready themselves for the animals coming to rest in them.

There is a pleasantly chilled breeze that comes with nightfall, one that brings the smell of flowers and grass.

"There," you press a gentle kiss to the skin right behind his left ear, "all done."

For a moment Thranduil is disappointed that you are finished but then he turns to find your smile and all is right.

"Thank you, meldanya," he says, already closing in to express his gratitude with a soft kiss.

You nudge your nose against his, eyes shut in contentment. "Thank you, for letting me. Le ni meleth," you say quietly.

"Always," Thranduil's gaze wanders over you, bathed in rosé and golden hues, the cheeks flushed from the air, your hair wild and untamed, and flowers all over your lap. He grabs a few of them, inspecting the stems and probing them with his sharp nails.

"Let me repay the favor," he effortlessly lifts you, smiling wide at the laugh bursting out of you as he sets you between his legs and onto his robes.

"I want my Queen to wear a fitting crown."

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[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Upon His Throne (Thranduil x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Fed up with being ignored, you decide to show the elven king what he has been missing upon his most frequent spot.

Warnings - Smut, language, mention of scars, female reader, afab reader, female genitalia, masturbation (female), praise kink, degradation, bodily fluids, voyeurism (?), slight dom!Thranduil, nicknames (reader mainly), slapping, choking.

Pronouns & POV - She/her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 2,400+

A/N - I apologize for any anatomy or grammar mistakes or if any parts appear forced, I vividly remember having bad writers block when making this. This is pure NSFW so...NSFW under the cut!

Read on AO3

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The heavenly harmony of your melodic gasps accompanied with the soft squelch from the fingers between your legs bounced across each marble pillar before catching the king's sensitive ears, his burning gaze glued upon your heavenly form as your head tilted back against the rough wood.

The lids of your jewel-colored eyes hugged each other snuggly as a familiar tingle graced the tips of your toes as your fingers continued to delve deep within you. A magnificent sight the elven king had witnessed many times before yet each time appeared to be more beautiful within his pale sapphire orbs, the corners of your plump lips curving upwards in a mischievous smile whilst you slowly dragged your fingers out of your soaking cunt.

A low disappointed groan escaped the king's lips as his gaze shifted rapidly between your dripping cunt and glistening fingers, his heart racing faster than his elk on any battlefield before while his mind quickly caught up in pace. Thoughts of tossing you over the edge of his throne and relieving his throbbing cock within you seemed far too alluring to him yet you wouldn't allow him within a foot of you, how cruel.

"Is there an issue, your highness?" The sight of your pursed lips accompanied by the innocent fluttering of your lashes nearly broke the stoic king, the possible continuation of your little show being the only thing that restrained the king from acting upon his lust-driven thoughts.

"Do not play coy with me, pet." The low snarl passed through gritted teeth, his sapphire eyes hardening as the fabric in front of his trousers grew tighter. The restraint against his throbbing cock a painful reminder of his recent neglect towards you, how foolish he was with the belief you would simply forgive and forget.

"Am I? I do not know what you speak of, your highness." The purr of his title earned yet another snarl from the royal's lips, the mischievous smile glued upon your lips as you leaned your head back against the sturdy throne yet again. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as you began the slow movements within you, curling your fingers up against your walls with each thrust of your hand.

The weak grip which anchored you into this reality began to fade away as previous images of nights spent with your elven lover began to drip back into your mind.

The smooth silk beneath you tangled within your grasp as your lover pushed within you, the gentle stretch of his cock deep within your walls made your eyes loop upwards towards the back of your skull, a heavenly look that fueled the burning fire of lust within your lover's belly.

" You take me so well, pet ." The low praise against your neck forced a soft whimper out of your plump lips. The tips of your lover's fingers softly kissing each scar they passed on their trail down towards your aching cunt, low snarls of displeasure occasionally slipping through his thin lips as the number of scars your heavenly flesh held sunk into his mind.

The overwhelming stretch of his throbbing cock deep within your cunt began to ease as his hips inched away from yours, a whimper escaped your lips at the loss of fullness within your drenched cunt. " Patience, pet ." The soft tickle of his lips upon the crook of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

The sudden pressure of his throbbing cock striking your core made your body jolt slightly, your grip against the smooth silk beneath you tightening further as your lover wasted no time carving himself into your drenched core.

The melody of your mewls and moans accompanied the slap of his skin against yours throughout his chambers. "You need to be quiet, pet , or would you like all Mirkwood to know how your king uses you?" Despite the king's warnings, the quickness of his hips did not stall, each thrust further carving his enlarged cock deeper into the most sensitive spot of your core.

The tight grasp you held upon the smooth silk sheets beneath you slowly loosened, your upper teeth sinking into your lower lip while one hand began to trail down towards your face. Each snap of your lover's hips against yours momentarily stalling your hand's movements.

"Ah, ah, ah." The disappointed clicks of the elven king's tongue froze your entirety, his hips stalling against yours allowing you to feel the true stretch of his hardened cock deep within you, a heavenly sting one that left a lingering reminder that you were his and would only be his .

"I did not say you could cover your mouth, did I?" The speed at which you shook your head no brought a grin upon the king's face, the bed softly creaking under him as he rose from your neck. The next moments a blur as his warm palm encased both wrists above your head, the snapping of his hips against your quickly refilling the room.

The speed of your fingers quickening to a pace similar to the one in your memories, the tips of your fingers grazed upon the most sensitive spot deep within your core while your mind began to fade onto another memory of a less so secret rendezvous with your stubborn lover.

The once silent woods were filled by the echoes of your moans, your nails clawing down upon the rough grass beneath you as your lover's hips snapped against yours. The gentle pressure of your lover's soft hand encased your neck occasionally tightening as his thrusts grew harsher, each soft squeeze earned a different squeeze from deep within you.

" Fuck ." The king groaned out at the sensation of our drenched inner walls tightening around his throbbing cock, the pressure around your neck momentarily tightened as his head fell tilted backward, the lids of his pale sapphire eyes fluttering shut as the motion of his hips began to slow.

Each throb and slow yet hard thrust ringing throughout your core, the slow sting of each motion sending an all too familiar tingle throughout your body. The possibility of being caught in such a lewd position with the king after days of being apart furthering the sensitivity of your drenched core.

The speed of your sloppy motions making your hand burn and your fingers tingle, slight numbness spreading throughout your hand at the fast-paced movements yet not stalling as you continuously reached the most aching part within your core, the loudness of your moans going unnoticed to you as you continued to pull yourself further down the tunnel of bliss.

The lustful king's pale sapphire orbs burning into your heavenly figure soaking in every small tremble and blissful expression your body had to offer, the restraint of the luxurious fabric against his throbbing cock more torturous than any plan you held within your lust drunk mind.

The pace of your lover's hips began to quicken yet the pressure of his grasp around your neck stayed the same. "You take me so well, pet ." The soft encouragement from your lover nudging you closer towards the abyss of pleasure, each animalistic thrust into your aching core forcing your legs to tremble around his sturdy waist.

Each rough thrust forcing a higher pitched moan from your gaping mouth, the loud squelches from your drenched cunt accompanying the glorious sound of skin slapping against each other, a perfect harmony which would forever be burned into the king's mind for the nights you would not be there.

"Such a good girl." The word slipping out of his lips as a chuckle, his grip upon your throat loosening allowing his hand to gently glide down your torso leaving faint goosebumps in their place. Despite his

"You look so pretty fucking yourself to the sheer thought of me." The sudden vibrations of your lover's low purr against your neck furthered the trembles which wracked throughout your core, the speed of your chest rising and falling quickened as your mouth opened only to allow yet another pathetic moan to slip out.

Your toes began to curl as a familiar tingle spread up from your toes, the knot within your stomach beginning to tighten at each sloppy movement of your fingers. The weight of your skull resting upon your lover's throne, the flesh of your cheek squishing onto the rough wood barely feeling any sensation other than the heat which spread throughout your entirety.

"You better not fucking cum till I say you can." The low hiss of your lover almost missed your ears, the speed of your hand changing constantly as your muscles grew tired. Fingers curling upwards into the most pleasurable spot you could find within you, mouth agape as you allowed yourself to sink further down the rabbit hole of pleasure.

The faint burn of his nails breaking the flesh of your thighs waltzed with the stinging stretch of your lover's enlarged cock deep within your soaked walls, your eyes looping up towards the back of your skull as each animalistic spot struck lightning deep within your aching core.

The smooth tips of his slender fingers toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves as his thrusts grew sloppier, the small circles sending faint shivers throughout your body as the knot within the pit of your stomach tightened together.

A harmony of low snarls and higher-pitched moans accompanied the sound of skin slapping against each other throughout the guarded halls, the speed of your lover's thrust reigniting a burn within his hips which he paid no mind as the heavenly tune of your pathetic mewls and clenching around his cock drug him down his most primal state of mind.

All thoughts which had previously roamed your lover's mind completely wiped as the sight of your lust-stricken form overtook both his view and mind.

The bouncing of your flesh with each thrust he made, the way your hands clawed at the ground beneath you as his hips slammed into yours, the way the lids of your eyes would nearly flutter shut as he hit that spot within you, and the way his name was the only word you could form upon your lips.

An all too familiar sight which filled his view now, all annoyance from his previous duties entirely erased as ideas of what he could do to you after your little show was finished roamed his mind. Those thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he watched your body suddenly freeze, the speed of your fingers slowing deep within you as small trembles wracked throughout your body.

His name was an endless prayer upon your lips, nails digging within his toned flesh while the lids of your jewel-colored eyes fluttered shut, small trembles still ringing throughout your body as you attempted to soothe your quick breath. "Aww, did my dumb little pet cum?" The blur of your hair bobbing brought a smirk upon his thin lips, though he was displeased with you not following his command, he knew he would make you repay him by making your head bob differently.

The boom of his hand coming down against your clit bounced throughout the marble-adorned halls, a wave of electricity shot throughout your body as pure fire flooded your veins, your body jolting forwards at the sudden contact against your sensitive clit.

"Such a shame and we were having such a fun time too." The elven king tsked, another boom of his hand coming down upon your aching clit echoed off of the marbled halls accompanied with your pathetic yelps. "Count, slut." The hiss of a command a simple one, one simple enough for your lust-filled mind to comply with

Each slap against the sensitive bundle of nerves earning both a whimper and a number whilst you silently prayed to the gods for this torture to end. By the grace of the gods or the pure sensitivity from your previous orgasms, each harsh slap quickly reignited the small flame within the pit of your stomach.

The harsh contact of his soft palm against your sensitive clit quickly nudged you closer to that pleasurable abyss, your feet hanging over the edge, nails piercing his toned flesh as you were nearly about to drop when his slender palm slid away from your aching cunt. A pathetic whine slipping through your plump lips as the lids of your gemstone-colored orbs flew open, a wave of annoyance spreading upon your face while your eyes burned holes into your elven lover.

"Why did you stop?" The pathetic whine was music to his sensitive ears, the corners of his thin lips curving upwards into a wicked grin while he inched away from his throne. "You said it yourself, my stars. No touching." Words you had spoken earlier with the utmost confidence returned to haunt you through his soft lips, lips you would prefer on your own if not for your idiotic rule.

"Though, I suppose I could give my aid if my pet is truly so desperate." The low purr sent another low shiver down your spine, your head quickly bobbing at his suggestion. Though you enjoyed your game along with memories of your previous rendezvous, you needed him now.

The sudden weight of the king's fur brought feeling back into your body, small tingles still roaming underneath your flesh as your lust glazed eyes slowly met his. His slender hands making themselves busy as he wrapped your bare form within his furs, his scent still lingering within them. A scent of the pine trees deep within Mirkwood's forest, soft musk of tobacco of which he would occasionally partake in, and a soft twinge of lavender.

"Go to my chambers, keep your legs spread wide upon my bed until I arrive." The whisper sent a wave of excitement down your spine, the lustful flame within your belly growing into a raging fire. "No touching or else." The soft clicks of his covered feet barely catching your ear as his low purr ringed throughout your mind, possibilities of what your lover had in store nearly overwhelming your broken mind.

"Now." The simple word springing you onto your feet, your legs trembling beneath your weight at the sudden movements before you slowly stumbled down the rickety stairs, silently cursing that your lover had not put a safety rail in for some odd reason.

The marbled halls now filled with the faint pat of your bare feet hitting the cold ground beneath you, the warmth beneath your cheeks far enough to distract from the faint chill under the heavy furs as excitement coursed through your veins with each quick step you took towards the king's chambers.

Though once the woodland halls were silent, they were far from such that very night as your lover ensured his previous neglect would no longer be an issue...for another week or so.

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[jomarch-wannabe]

Relax (Thranduil x Fem! Reader)

Pairings: Thranduil x Female Reader

Synopsis: The Elvenking has had a long day.. he has an idea on how to relax

Warnings: Smut 🔞 (power dynamic, size kink, dub-con, breast play, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, praise kink, fingering, dry humping, multiple orgasms, marking (biting), pure filth)

Author’s note: I started watching the Hobbit with my dad and I actually had to hold myself back from (s)creaming when this man appeared on screen. This entire fic is the inner workings of my touch starved mind. Hopefully this reaches the target audience.

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“You sent for me, my lord?” You stood in the door frame of the Elvenking’s chambers, clasping your hands in front of the other. In anticipation you played with your fingers, awaiting his instruction.

The truth was, you developed a strong infatuation for the king. His calculated and elegant demeanor captivated you. He walked and carried himself with such grace, yet held a sense of immense power and dominance. You wondered what darkness lied beneath his light eyes, and what form existed beneath his silk robes.

“Yes.” The word dragged slowly off his lips with a languid, cocky tone. He studied you from under his dark brows, thumbing his chin. The cushion beneath him squeaked as he adjusted his hips, widening his legs. You swallowed at the view, flicking your wide eyes over his form.

“Come. And shut the door behind you.” His commanding baritone made you shiver with nervousness. With a trembling hand you pulled the door closed, finding yourself alone with him. It was quiet except for the shaky exhales fleeing your lips.

The pads of your feet pattered timidly against the stone floor as you faced him, beholding him stretched out on a lounge chair, dressed in expensive garments.

He observed you with a controlled expression, his angular fingers thumbed the wooden armrest, drawing circles, slow, and deliberate. A warm pulse commenced in between your thighs at the sight.

“I require something from you.” He broke the silence, drawing your attention to his commanding blue eyes.

Your breath hitched as your eyes darted to his, “Yes? My lord?”

He took in a breath, letting his eyes wander for a moment. He was troubled, evident by the subtle knit of his black brow. “I’ve been.. tense, you see.” He let out an exasperated breath, finding you with his sapphire eyes. They glinted with lust, sparkling in the warm amber light of the room. “I require your assistance, to relax.”

A burn crept over your face at his words. You suddenly felt very small and weak before him. A pit formed in your stomach, capturing your breath. You struggled to speak, “I’m not sure how I could help.”

“Ah.. but I think you do pet.” His pink lips pulled into a smirk, glistening with saliva as he darted his tongue out to wet them.

A whimper threatened to flee your throat, you stifled it by biting your lip.

“Come along now.” He motioned with his fingers, showing off the band of gems ornamenting them. “Be a good girl for me.”

As you faltered towards him, a cool, musky scent evaporated off his skin in his proximity. You breathed him in, growing warm with arousal.

“On your knees.” He instructed in a controlled tone, looking at you down his nose. In obedience you dropped slowly to your knees, noticing the thumping of your pulse in your ears. You dared to touch him, cautiously caressing your hands over his thighs. They were firm and muscular, twitching under your touch.

Soft exhales fled your parted lips as you gazed up at him in desire. His grip on the wooden armrest tightened as he took you in. Your wide needy eyes, and long hair flowing over slender shoulders, and the top your breasts.

His garments wrestled as he sat up, hovering above you. Your stomach caved as your eyes followed his finger, grazing over your shoulder. With a calculated swipe, he released the strap, loosening the bodice of your dress.

“I want this off.” He murmured darkly, undressing you with a predatory gaze. In eagerness you helped him, unhooking the other strap. The garment slid down your chest, revealing your breasts to the still air. Your nipples became erect in the cold air, pink and hard.

“Enchanting.” He gasped in admiration, feeling himself growing hard. He shifted in his seat, searching for friction. He couldn’t help but touch you, exploring your left breast suddenly, pinching your nipple between his finger. The pressure made you jump slightly, feeling a jolt of pleasure.

“Shh.. be a good girl now.” He asserted, aroused by the feeling of your soft breasts.

“Y-yes my lord.” You stuttered, feeling your eyelids flutter at the circling of his hard fingertips.

His hand slid around your back, urging you up. You straddled his lap, settling on the tops of his thighs. A unison sigh filled the air as you felt the weight each others bodies. His head leaned forward, brushing his pointed nose against your sternum. Your hand came over his head, sifting through his soft strands. A wet warmth commenced as he latched his mouth onto your breast, sucking softly. He let out a low groan, vibrating against your skin.

“F-fuck..” you whimpered, grinding your hips against him. He hummed lowly, continuing the action.

“Oh fuck..” your eyes fell closed in pleasure, tugging softly on his white blonde hair.

“Such a pretty thing.” His warm breath fanned your skin as he praised you, peppering kisses along your chest.

“All for you.. it’s all for you my king..” you sighed, relaxing under his touch.

“How does your mouth taste I wonder?” He questioned with an inquisitive look in his eye, pulling back to look up at you. The weight of his hand came suddenly to your head, sifting through the roots of your hair. His eager grip tugged you towards his face. The feeling of his large hand sent chills down your spine, making you shiver in pleasure.

His nose brushed against yours as he inched closer, speaking against your mouth, “y/n.”

A desperate moan fled your mouth as you looked into his eyes, those captivating, sapphire eyes. He palmed your face, leaving goosebumps on your skin as his thumb caressed your cheek. Your eyes danced over his expectantly, brushing your lips against his. He stuck his tongue out, licking your bottom lip, before closing the gap, capturing your mouth.

The force of the kiss pushed you back slightly, making you gasp. His grip kept you upright, growling primally as he tasted you. His lips were soft and full, molding against yours perfectly. You moaned into his mouth, enraptured by his dominance.

A wet pop commenced as you pulled away from him, breathing heavily. Your eyelids fluttered open, entranced by him. They scanned over his face, to his swollen pink lips and lust blown eyes.

“I want you now my angel..” his hand thumbed over your cheek affectionately, not breaking eye contact.

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement, before sliding slowly off of his lap to his feet.

At this angle he looked even more ethereal. An amber light poured over the top of his frame, casting gray shadows on his prominent cheek bones and deep set eyes. He looked masculine, powerful, forcing your being to submit to him.

You fingertips explored the soft silk of his pants, moving up to the waistband. With eager fingers you hooked the fabric along with his undergarments, shuffling it down his thighs.

Your stomach sank at the view of his hard cock, bobbing towards his abdomen, free from the confinement of his clothing. The sight made you salivate. He was long and thick, with a pink tip and trimmed blonde hair at the base. He moved his position, letting out a sigh as he grew comfortable, making his length bob slightly.

You swallowed thickly, losing your breath. Unable to wait anymore, you settled your elbows on his thighs, extending your tongue on the shaft. He was warm and heavy. The pulsing of a vein throbbed against your tongue as you licked a clean stripe up to the head. He let out a low groan, knitting his thick brows together as he watched you.

You let out an aroused moan, lubricating him with your mouth. Your eyes didn’t leave his, you were entranced by the contorted look on his face. One that you only ever saw in such control.

He let out groans of pleasure as your fingers wrapped around him, dragging the head against your lips, coating them with precum.

As you pleased him his fingers sifted through your hair, grabbing a fistful of your straight strands. The grip made you involuntarily move downward, pushing his length into your mouth, you gagged instinctively.

“That’s it…” he sighed, bucking his hips up in pleasure.

You whimpered around his cock, digging your nails into his thighs as you struggled to fit it all. He was heavy and warm, filling the back of your throat.

Your lips closed around him as you pulled back, sucking.

“Ahh..” a gravely groan came from him, flexing his fingers in your hair.

His sounds made your core throb, warm in between your thighs.

As you struggled to take him all, he began to take control, moving your head with his hand. His hips nudged upwards as he guided his cock in and out of your mouth, brushing his pubic hair against your nose.

Your eyes closed shut as you gagged, spilling saliva down your cheeks, onto his thighs.

“That’s it.. fuck.. you feel so good little one.” He panted, sloppily bucking his hips up and down. Suddenly he stopped, making you hold still. You struggled, gagging and spitting. You writhed against his hand, unable to pull back.

“Shh.. stay still darling.. be good.” He hushed, sighing lewdly.

Your throat closed as you struggled for air, before he finally lifted your head up, granting you breath. You sputtered and coughed, licking your dripping lips.

“I’m not finished yet.” His deep baritone made you shiver as he forced you back onto his cock, hitting the back of your throat.

“Ah.. ah! I’m close..” he was desperate now, grinding his hips upward as he chased his release. A muffled moan came from you, you loved the feeling of his thick cock claiming you, making you obey and submit to him.

His thighs shook against your fingertips as he reached his peak, sloppily bucking his hips. With a loud guttural groan he came undone, emptying his release down your throat. The feeling was warm and salty, making you wince.

“Take it all,” he panted, “swallow your king’s seed.” You obeyed, squeezed your eyes shut as you swallowed it down.

Once he was satisfied, he loosened his grip on your hair, pulling you off of him. Your wet, swollen lips gaped open as you caught your breath, finding him with your eyes.

“Get up.” He commanded you, pulling you to his lap with his hands. You squeaked as you straddled his lap, feeling his hard cock in between your thighs. You couldn’t help but moan, feeling the wet tip brush against your clit.

He manhandled your waist, turning you around so you were facing the door, with your back pressed against his chest.

“Open up for me flower..”

Your stomach caved with your breaths as you widened your legs, extending them over the top of his thighs. He was so large, your feet reached just past his knees. His strong chest pressed against your back, vibrating as he spoke, “your mouth.” His sultry whisper hovered next to your ear as he inched from above you, brushing his nose against your cheek.

Your plump pink lips fell open for him. From the corner of your eye you followed his hand, holding your chin with his thumb. Two long fingers pushed into your mouth, sliding over your tongue. You gagged slightly while moaning.

“Suck.”

In obedience, you closed your lips over the digits, swirling your tongue over them as you sucked, humming.

“Good girl.” His lips parted as he watched you in admiration, hungrily observing you with his crystal eyes.

His fingers pulled out of your mouth, tugging down your bottom lip. You smiled, gazing at him in amusement and arousal. His thumb moved down your chin, palming your chest, and gravitating down your stomach. You whimpered at the warmth of his strong hand. You watched his hand move further, down, and finally.. there. Your body tensed as you let out a moan, indulging in the sudden pressure against your clit.

“Shh.. relax my angel.”

A jolt of pleasure moved down your legs as he rubbed into you, making you head fall back.

“F-feels.. so good..” pleasure filled tears blurred in your eyes as you submitted to him.

His nose brushed against your shoulder, inhaling deeply as he planted his lips on your skin. “My treasure.”

A whimper came from your throat as you pushed your hips forward, pressing against his fingertips.He groaned in arousal, exploring his fingers down, slipping in between your slick folds. “Soo wet for me pet.” He dragged his words out, vibrating against your skin.

“Y-yes..” your hand came behind you, holding onto his neck, warm and flexing with his movements.

Without warning he delved his fingers into your entrance, making you gasp. A wet feeling came over your back as his still hard cock rubbed against it.

“Oh fuck.. please please…” you squirmed, digging your nails into his neck as you clenched around his fingers.

He groaned lowly at the sensation, aroused from the pain. He granted your wish, delving his muscular fingers in and out of you. Each deliberate push and pull built your arousal, making you squeeze around the intrusion.

“F-fuck..”

He planted soft kisses on your collarbone, scraping your skin with his teeth. A low groan came from him as he bucked his hips upward, stimulating himself against the curve of your back.

Your face flushed with exertion as you neared your high, dripping arousal down your thighs from the repeated thrusting of his fingers.

“Please.. please please..”

“Are you close pet? Are you going to come for your master?” He fanned you with his breath, rapidly bucking his fingers in and out of you.

“Yes! Yes please.. please..” you let out a pornographic moan, feeling a tear fall down your cheek as your eyes fell closed.

His chest caved with his breath as he fucked himself against your back, simultaneously pleasuring you.

“Come with me my angel.. come with me..” the request came out strangled as he struggled and panted, grinding against your spine.

In a few final deep thrusts you came over the edge, shaking against him as you mouth fell open. “Fuck fuck fuck..” a prayer of pleasure able sounds came from you as you rode out your high, squirming helplessly on his lap. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he groaned lowly, ejected ropes of warm cum against your back.

His fingers slid out of you with a wet squelching noise, finding place around your neck. He squeezed softly, pulling your head back to face him.

“My darling..” he sighed with a smirk on his face, leaning down to scrape his teeth along your throat. You whined, submitting to him, weakly thumbing his clean shaven jaw. His nose tickled your throat as he sucked your skin, marking you.

“Do you feel relaxed now my king?” You asked him breathlessly, searching for his deep set blue eyes.

He hummed, pulling away to look at you. “Very much..” his nose brushed your cheek as he murmured in a gravely tone, “thank you for your services my flower.”

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The Kings plaything - Part 1/2

Summary: After the dwarves have been captured, Thranduil decides to have a little fun with his wife, fulfilling his need to show of his greatest possesion.

Word count: 9223

Warnings: smut with plot, public fingering, exhibitionism, possessive Thranduil, Dom! Thranduil, sub! reader, slight hurt and angst because of something Thorin said, Minors DNI! This contains adult content

Pov Legolas:

The guards and I had captured the dwarfs that were mindlessly roaming through our lands. Right now, we had stripped them of their weapons and escorted them through the woods. Right before the big bridge that led towards the only door into Mirkwood, I stopped the parade, turning to look at the dwarves:

“You are now going to be brought in front of the king and his queen. Let me offer you some advice as to how to act in his presence. You bow when greeting him. You shall not speak unless asked to. Nor do you insult him or her majesty. And most importantly, don’t stare at her majesty.” I rattled down the points, but I was interrupted by the tallest dwarf, they addressed as their king: “Do not worry, none of us would want to see that disgusting elven pack of you anyway!”

Before I could even react, one of my guards already forced him to his knees, a blade against his throat. That seemed to enrage the others, a slight turmoil breaking out. I waited until my guards settled it, before I spoke again: “Careful of your words dwarf. She is the kings most precious possession. You do not want to anger him, by looking at her or insulting her even.”

One dwarf pressed himself through the ranks, until he stood right in front of me. He wasn’t reaching much above my waist and I had to suppress the instinct of kneeling down like I would do with a kid. “Why are we not to look at her?” He asked, nothing but curiosity filling his big brown eyes. I suppressed a laugh, still a small sly smile crossed my lips. “Things are run differently here. You will see for yourself.”

Then I just turned, not waiting for the dwarves to follow me. I knew my guards would simply force them to.

Pov Elanore:

I was sitting next to Thranduils throne beneath his feet on my pillow. It was my usual place between his legs, leaning against one of his thighs and relishing in his soft touches while covered in his cloak. Ever since I had married him some decades ago, we had slowly dipped more into showing our relationship openly. Knowing that the elves were a race loving their routines, the king openly showing his affection caused some stir. Especially, when that affection was interlaced with our power play.

But after a while the people had gotten used to it, even smiling a bit, when he softened around me. It wasn’t often for the king to show his softer side openly, but when he did, he usually did it for me. Legolas once thanked me, that I had brought his father out of his shell. Even though he did not quite understand our relationship, he accepted me as his father’s new wife, soon becoming my partner in crime when it came to wreaking havoc.

I never wanted to replace his mother and I told him so. Legolas didn’t seem to mind either way, soon starting to teasingly call me naneth and over time the name got stuck.  

A guard racing down the hall and stopping in front of us breathless, made me turn my head to look at him. He bowed deeply, his eyes quickly washing over my face, before he looked at the floor in front of him. It was common for the guards and common people to not look at me and after I had pressed Thranduil deeply on the matter, he had admitted to make it a general rule not to stare at me. His harsh demeanor the earlier centuries still sitting deeply, that most elves took it literally and refused to look at me. The only exceptions being Legolas and Tauriel.

“My king.” The guard started. “Your son and some guards have captured a group of 13 dwarves wandering our forest. They are now on their way to be brought in front of you.”

“Is that so?” Thranduil cued, caressing my hair with a soft growl in his voice. “How long are they going to take until their arrival?”

“Not long, my king. They have already made it to the gate.” The guard answered. Thranduil raised an eyebrow. “Thank you. You can leave now.” Waving the guard off, he looked down on me. “It looks like we are about to have guests, little ithil.” Then he opened his legs. “Join me on the throne. A queen must rule besides her king.”

Quickly getting up from my place, I sorted my dress to make it look more presentable. It was made out of thin silk, a soft blue touch to it. During the time I was staying in Mirkwood, I only wore my inside clothes, that Thranduil himself very carefully picked. The dresses he picked for me to wear were far from hiding my body. Rather the opposite. Their light and see through fabric accentuating my curves, doing nothing in hiding my breasts or core from other peoples eyes.

“I am not wearing anything appropriate.” I argued, trying my best to ruffle the dress to cover the dark circles of my nipples that clearly shone through the silk. “Nonsense, meleth. You are wearing just the right dress.” Thranduil said, stopping my hands and smoothing the fabric over my breasts. His soft touches to my nipple made me sigh in pleasure and he smiled. “You are my queen. Mine to protect and cherish. Whenever I am at your side, the world shall see what a beauty lies beneath those fabrics.”

Then he fidgeted with his pants, tying them lose and signaling me to sit on his lap. My eyes widened, when I saw him freeing his cock, that was already leaking precum. “No…” I whispered, but he just pulled me towards him. Simply spreading my legs, he pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling his lap, my back towards him. Beneath my heat, I could feel his cock stroking through my folds. “You are always so wet for me, melethril.” He groaned, taking my shoulder and pushing me down on his cock.

I yelped in surprise and the slight pain the stretch brought with it. But Thranduil didn’t react to it. He simple sorted my feet to dangle besides his thighs, so that I now had no leverage of pushing me up from the throne. “You will stay right here and warm my cock, you understand?” He growled into my ear, biting the skin of my neck right beneath it.

“Yes, my king.” I whispered, leaning back onto his chest. My actions made him chuckle slightly. “You are such a good little girl for me. All it takes is my cock inside of you and you are already forgetting your worries.”

Sorting the dress between my legs, he made sure the two cut outs were delicately laid out to show my legs. Reaching up to my hips and slightly my waist the fabric closed again, just the edges of my hipbones peaking through. A dark blue leather belt securing the dress around my waist and keeping the fabric tight around my chest to not only show my hard nipples through it, but also prevent my breasts from falling out of my cleavage.

What I did not expect was Thranduil sneaking his right hand beneath the fabric of my legs, putting his fingers on my clit. With slow movements, he collected some of my slick that had run out of my core, spreading it over his fingers and my pearl. I couldn’t help myself but moan out his name. “Yes, my little petal. Let them hear you.” Thranduil whispered cockily in my ear and I clasped a hand in front of my mouth, which he quickly took away again. “Oh no, my sweet darling. You are my queen. You do not hide.”

“But you cant just…” My argument was shut down by another moan rolling off my lips, this time a bit quieter, but still clearly hearable for elven ears. “I can and I will.” Thranduil retorted. “I am the king. I can do with my plaything whatever I want and whenever I want it. Not even you will keep me from it.”

I wanted to say something, but the faint thrumming of several pairs of feet made me bite my tongue, trying my best to keep my face straight even though Thranduil had not stopped his soft touches on my core. He was not moving inside of me and thanked the spirits for it, as I would not have been able to keep quiet otherwise. I knew it was obvious for everyone what was happening on the kings throne, but none of the guards reacted openly, even though I thought to have seen some smirks quickly cross their faces.

My dress didn’t do much to hide my growing arousal, my nipples hard and stiff against the silk, Thranduils rings still glittering through the fabric between my legs. And to my dismay, he brushed his free hand over my breasts, making my head roll back onto his shoulder. “That’s it, gilgalad. Feel me.” He cued into my ear, kissing my neck and my cheek. “I will make you come and you will let me, understand?”

“Yes, my king.” I yelped out, closing my eyes at the tingly feeling, that started to slowly build inside of me. With another flick of his fingers, he made me twitch around his cock, growling slightly. “Just like that, darling.” Then his attention shifted from me towards the dwarves that stomped through the halls. Even though they were almost half the size of the elves, their steps were loud and unflattering to the ear, making me shiver and clench my jaw at the interruption.

Thranduil of course noticed, kissing my ear. “They should have taken of their shoes. But then again, I can just make them stop walking. The smell on the other hand I cant control.” I chuckled at his words, my shaking body causing his cock to hit my sweet spot deep inside of me. I yelped, biting my tongue. The hot feeling inside of my body suddenly becoming more prominent.

“Adar.” Legolas voice ripped me out of my fogged up brain and I looked at him. A smile crept on his lips, as he shamelessly stared between my legs. I tried to close them, but Thranduil kept me in place with a slight slap on my clit. I hissed out, clenching around his cock in revenge. But unlike me, the king did not react besides a slight tilt of the head.

“Legolas.” He greeted his son, shuffling a bit on this throne to look at the group in front of us properly. “I see you have brought guests.”

“They were wandering around in the forest. We saved them from being killed by spiders.” Legolas explained, still not taking his eyes away from me. He knew it was a dangerous game to play, but being the son of Thranduil he obviously grew up to be as cocky. His father did also notice his staring, raising an eyebrow. “Something else, you want to add?”

Just like his father, Legolas tilted his head the same way. “Nothing of important matter.” A sly grin on his lips, he leaned against a pillar behind him. Thranduil just scoffed, slightly speeding up the movements of his fingers. He turned his attention towards the dwarves and I could feel him suck in a deep breath.

“Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór king under the mountain.” He greeted the tallest dwarf, who immediately puffed his chest, looking him straight in the eyes. “King Thranduil.” Came the short answer, a suppressed anger in the dwarfs voice. Thranduil did not openly react to it, just letting his left hand delicately brush over my nipples again. Taking the left one between his fingers, he tugged on it, making me involuntarily moan out.

“Tell me dwarf. What is the matter of your visit?” He asked, not even caring to look at the other man, studying my face as it contorted in pleasure. The answer that followed would have cost the dwarf his head, would it not have been for me to sit on Thranduils lap: “We came to seek aid, because unlike you, we have much more important things to do than pleasure a little mistress.”

Immediately two guards had the dwarf on his knees, dragging him closer to the throne, while the others aimed their weapons at the group. “Watch your mouth, scum. This is the queen you are talking about.” One guard growled, harshly tilting Thorins head back, so he was forced to look at the king. Thranduil just smiled one of his arrogant but angry smiles: “What would your people know of pleasuring a woman? Clearly there is not much desirable about your kin.”

And while he was reprimanding the dwarf in front of him, he once again sped up his finger play on my core. The other hand now openly gripping my breasts, tugging on my nipples, until I couldn’t help myself but become a moaning and shivering mess on his lap. The people in front of me faded out of my brain, my focus only on the kings touches and his cock sheathed deep inside of me.

Warm desire, syrupy and all-consuming, filled my stomach. Lust clouding my thoughts. He made it difficult for me to do more than groan, desperate for his touch, as the anxiety I had felt dissipated with each swipe of his fingers. I didn’t care where I was and who was all watching me slowly but surely come undone in the king’s lap. My mind was way too fogged up with the tingly feeling that started to spread from my center towards every string in my body.

I closed my eyes, my head lulling back onto Thranduils shoulders, nails gripping his arm. “Oh god, please. This feels so good.” I moaned, my voice slurred and shaky. The only thing I could focus on was the searing warmth between my legs. Time seemed to still as everything but this, everything but being filled to the brim, ceased to exist. I was tumbling closer to the edge, as my cries were reduced to nothing more than his name. Thranduil didn’t seem to mind one bit either, every cry that left my lips spurring him on further.

“I got you.” Thranduil promised, pressing me impossibly closer to his chest. He pushed me higher and higher, not caring about anything else than my pleasure. Forcing my head back to look at him, I gasped at the sudden possessiveness that overruled everything in him. I could see it in his eyes. They were dark and blown with lust, trained on my face, taking in every twitch of my expression, feeding his arrogance with it.

And then it happened. I barreled over the edge, vision turning black at the edges and lips parting. Thranduils mouth met mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure, noises he knew would still be ringing undeniably loud through the halls. His actions drew a gasp from my lips, the warmth of my orgasm searing through me from within as I clenched around his cock. That had him nipping at my bottom lip in a warning, though a lazy grin betrayed him. “Watch it, nin iell.” He teased. “You don’t want to end it that quickly do you?”

“No!” I yelped, tugging his hand away from my center as I could feel the overstimulation turning unbearable. “Good girl.” Thranduil growled behind me. “Because you take what I give you, like the good little slut you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, my king.” My voice was shaky, barely above a whisper and he took it as a sign to let go of me. Just holding me at my hips, he turned to look at the kneeling dwarf before him. “Excuse me. What was it that you wanted?” The sheer arrogance, that laced his words was filling the air, dripping onto the floor, and poisoning everything it touches. Thorin took a deep breath, clearly biting down the words he wanted to say. “Aid, my king.” He repeated between gritted teeth, shaking the hands of the elven guards from his shoulder and standing back up.

Thranduil leaned himself to the side, gently resting his chin on his fingers, as he watched the dwarves. “Some may imagine that noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive. Attempted burglary, or something of that ilk.”

Thorin did not say anything, but his lips twitched slightly, obviously not going unnoticed by my husbands eyes. Thranduil, tapped my hip, before he simply heaved me from his lap, making me stand in front of him as a shield. After he had sorted himself, he stepped down the stairs, while I took my seat in his throne, cuddling into his warm cloak, watching the interrogation unfold in front or my eyes.

Thranduil stopped besides Thorin, leaning down on his eye level. “You have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you. The right to rule. The kings jewel. The Arkenstone” His words made Thorin look aside, while Thranduil slowly stepped back, stopping in front of me, his eyes still fixated on Thorin. Keeping on talking, he slowly entangled the plan of the dwarves. “It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that.” Looking at me with a smile.

“There are gems in the mountain, that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help.” Thranduil bowed his head. That made Thorin chuckle: “I am listening.” Immediately my husband stone changed, growing darker, a slight threat in his voice: “I will let you go. If you but return what is mine.”

Thorin turned, walking to the edge of the platform. “A favor for a favor.” And I could hear he did not trust one thing Thranduil was saying.

“You have my word.” My husband pressed on. “One king to another.”

“I would not trust Thranduil the great king to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us.” Thorin turned around, pointing a finger at my husband, before he started yelling again. “You lack all honor. I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once. Starving, Homeless. Seeking your help. But you turned your back. You turned away form the suffering of my people in the inferno that destroyed us. Imrid amrâd ursul!”

I gasped, as I heard Thorin wish a fiery death upon my husband. Jumping from my seat, I was about to yell at him, but Thranduil raised his hand, my light elven feet clearly too loud for his ears. Taking a step towards Thorin, he bent down once again. “Do not speak to me about dragon fire. I know its wrath and ruin.” Knowing what he was about to do, I balled a fist, gripping tightly at his cloak, when I watched him reveal his scar. I could only see the outer edges that covered his chin.

“I have faced the great serpents of the north.” Thranduil pulled back, stepping closer to me. His whole demeanor changed. Was it before slightly arrogant but still willing to help. It was now hard and hateful. Something he rarely let me see. Still keeping his voice in check, he walked towards the stairs, giving me an apologetic look before turning back to Thorin. “I warned your grandfather of what his greed would summon. But he would not listen.”

Thranduil slowly walked up the steps and I shuffled to stand up, but he just signaled me to stay seated. Taking his stand next to me, hands clasped behind his back. “You are just like him.” Then he waved his arms. The guards immediately jumping to action, grabbing the dwarves. “Stay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf. I am patient. I can wait.”

The guards were about to drag the dwarves of, when I rose from my seat. “Wait.” All action stopped, the dwarves looking at me with wide eyes. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, stopping in front of Thorin. In comparison to Thranduil he looked tiny, but when I stood next to him, he reached up to my eyes. Looking me straight in the eyes, he challenged me by tilting his head. “Look at that. Thranduils little pet, decides to come to our aid. We do not need your help, woman.” He spat directly in front of me, missing my feet by mere inches.

“Careful of your words, dwarf. I am currently the only one between you and my husbands wrath.” I smiled, mimicking my husband as good as possible. It did not seem to help anything, as Thorin just chuckled. “Are you sure you are not a dwarf yourself? You barely outgrew me.”

“I am an elf.” I said, clenching my jaw. “And only a fool would underestimate his opponent that greatly. Are you perhaps a fool, dwarf?”

“I am no fool!” He yelled out and I couldn’t help but chuckle: “Oh my apologies. Your latest actions must have misled me.” Sighing I stepped around him, taking a closer look at the rest of the group. “You really should take my husbands offer. A small chest of white stones in exchange of an army. That is a small prize to pay, considering the wealth of that mountain.” The rest of the dwarves had agreeing looks on their faces, but none of them dared to speak up against their leader.

“Why are you so set on getting those stones? Is you wardrobe not full enough?” Thorin gritted out, the hate still very prominent in his face. I waved him off. “Ah, I do not care about jewels…”

“Your clothes speak different, woman.” He spat out, interrupting me. Slowly I was getting angrier at his antics, twirling around on my heels. But Thorin wasn’t finished making fun of me: “You walk around this realm. Clothed in nothing more than what can be called an excuse of clothing. A tease to everyone’s eyes and yet, your king enables it by ordering everybody to shy away their gaze. And still, everyone is able to see your form, covered in gemstones from head to toe and you dare to claim not to care about jewels? I bet you even have them stuck up your womanhood. That’s how greedy you are for them!”

“Take his head!” Thranduils voice thundered through the halls. His words making everyone gasp out in fear, the guards holding him, now forcing him down, a blade on his throat, ready to cut it at my command. I just raised my hand to stop them. “I do not need to answer your foul accusations, dwarf. But if you may know, those stones and dresses are a gift of my husband. I wear them, to please his eye and only his. As for his orders, I have asked him to at least loosen the punishments, and for our people he has. But you are an outsider. Clearly not able to respect a woman, so why should you be allowed to set eye on her?” Stepping closer to him, I looked him deep into the eyes, before carrying on: “And for those white stones. They were an heirloom of his late wife. They hold great worth to him.”

Thorins lips contorted into a wicked grin. “An heirloom of his late wife. Look at that. The second one defending her husband. To blind to see, he will never love her the way he did with his first. Tell me how does it feel to always be second? To always be reminded of the woman he lost? The mother of his son?” That’s when it snapped in me.

I slapped him across the face, my eyes squinted in anger and I had to physically hold back my voice to not yell at him: “I have given you another chance. Offered you a way out. And yet you stand here, still spitting on the help we offer. Spitting on Legolas mother. There is no competition between us. I know he loved her with all his heart and there is still love in there for her, but that does not dull his love for me. I can see that you are bitter. Too bitter to see the good around you. Your people will die because of your wrathful greed. You lead them into death by dragon fire just because you are to arrogant to accept help. I might not have met many dwarves, but you, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, king under the mountain are clearly the most arrogant and hateful one.”

Then I looked at the guards. “Finish my husbands order. Take them to the dungeons. Let them rot.” Turning on my heels again, I made my way away from the throne. One the one hand to give my mind peace and to hid the tears that were about to form in my eyes. Thorins words had hit dead center. I knew I should not doubt Thranduils love for me, but still. A part of me, was contemplating whether he was still hanging on his late wife or not. I did not really look where I was going, letting my feet carry me through the kingdom halls. The tears had now pressed themselves to the surface, rolling down my cheeks in big paths and making my vision blurry.

When I stopped, I realized I was in my old chambers. The one I had moved into centuries ago, when I stumbled into Mirkwood by accident. Originally, I was an elf of Imraldis. Elronds cousin to be exact, but I wanted to see the world before I was to marry. My path bringing me into the woods of Mirkwood. What I did not know, was the severity of the spiders. Underestimating the danger, I soon found myself surrounded by five of them, a venomous bit in my left shoulder. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remembered was Legolas and another elf leaning over me and caring for my wound.

After I had healed, I was brought before the king. He offered me shelter and I had taken his offer gladly. Not knowing who I was, I simply took a role as a soldier of Mirkwood, going on patrol with Legolas to keep the borders safe. It took several years, before Elrond had figured out where I went. With the cause to bring me back, he stormed into the halls, demanding to know why the king would let his cousin do such a dangerous job. Thranduil not knowing let to a big fight between the normally very close elves. And after I had refused to go home with Elrond, I was taken from my patrol and sorted to do the more strategic part of military tasks. My new role forcing me to work closer with the king and slowly we became friends. That friendship turned into love and Thranduil started to court me until we finally got married.

I was too caught up with my tears and the memories streaming into my brain, that I did not hear the footsteps approaching me from behind. So, when a hand touched me, I whirled around ready to fight. Btu strong arms held me close, the strong smell of pine, red berries and a hint of frozen mint entangling me, announcing the person holding me as my husband. “Shhh don’t cry, meleth. Please. There is no need…”

“No need?” I yelled, tripping over my own words. “He read my like a book just by looking at me. Every word of his is true!”

“Not all of them.” Thranduil calmly stated. It made me reel out in wicked laughter, the tears streaming down my red cheeks before dropping onto my chest. “Oh spare me. I know you love your late wife. You always had and you always will. I am merely a distraction for you, one you grew to love the image of rather than the truth.”

“Meleth…” He started, but I just stepped out of his hold. “No, Thranduil. Don’t call me that ever again.” My words visibly made him angry, but he held back, letting me speak my mind: “We have lived a lie. A dream. Me too blind to see and you to torn by your feelings to understand the truth. You long for your late wife everyday. That’s why you keep distracting yourself with dressing me up, so that you don’t have to look me in the eye and see I am not her. And I let you do it. To stupid to see the poison it brought to my body, believing it was just your way of loving me.”

“That’s what you think?” His voice was quiet. A slight tremble to it.

“I know it is.” I simply answered, not daring to look at him.

“So, you want this to end? Just because a bitter dwarf told you to?” He asked, angrily taking of his crown and throwing it against the wall. It splattered into thousands of tiny pieces, scattering around the floor. “That’s how much I love you. I would give up all of this, to be with you. Why don’t you see that?” He started to take of his jewels, throwing them against the wall as well. And with every piece of stone that shattered, a piece of my heart broke, until I couldn’t help myself but sink to my knees.

He was by my side immediately. “Listen to me, bereth. As it might be true, that I deeply loved my wife and that I still hold her very dearly. It means nothing compared to you. She is the mother of my child. You are the light of my life. I love you with all my heart and I want to spent eternity with you. Don’t listen to the words of that dwarf, as he knows nothing about love.”

I was still doubtful. The words of Thorin still present in my ears. “You just say that to keep me as your wife.”

Thranduil rose back to his feet, now angrily pacing through the room. “If its that what you want, we shall separate. I cannot divorce you because of our social standing. But I shall leave you be. You will be cared for and every wish shall be fulfilled, but I will never bother you again.” He forced his hands through his hair, making it all messed up, before he looked at me again: “I do not say things lightly and you know that. I have lived thousands of years to see people fall in and out of love. And if you are… Then so shall it be.”

There he was again. The cold king I had met centuries ago. The stiff shell of what he once was, hiding behind power and coldness. It broke my heart seeing him like that and the pull I felt inside of me, made me realize how wrong I was about him. About us. Before he could turn to leave, I sprung to my feet, grabbing his hand. “I am sorry.”

He stilled in his movements, tilting his head to look at me, his gaze harsh and unmoving. “I am sorry.” I repeated. “I was not thinking clearly… Thorins words… They were so hard, so… real. It made my mind underestimate your love for me. Please forgive me, herven. I… I always fear you will leave me one day. Realizing it meant nothing for you. And when he said that… It all became so real, so true. I could not bear the thought of you leaving me, so I fled. Making myself believe that if I were the one to decide, it would not be so harsh on my mind.”

A soft smile crept up his lips, before he took me in a long and warm embrace, wrapping his cloak around us both. “Oh, you stupid little girl. Why did you not tell me about your fears? I would have done more to show you otherwise.”

“Don’t call me a little girl.” I grumbled against his chest, hitting him with my fist. That only caused him to laugh out loud. “But you are. Merely overtaking dwarfs by half a head. Just a little more than a decade older than my son.”

“That is only shining a bad light upon you. Grooming an elleth that is the age of your child. You should be arrested for sacrilegious acts.” I teased, slowly gaining my confidence back. I looked up, only to be met with Thranduils love sick blue eyes watching me intently. At my words he raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I believe you should stop me then. Or do you perhaps relish in the way I am corrupting you?”

I was speechless. My mouth opening and closing without the words coming out. My brain was mushy, melting under his strong gaze. That only seemed to spur him on even more. “Are you falling out of words, pîn iell?” Letting his hands slowly graze down my body until they reached my thighs, he lifted me up. Out of instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge of his pants pressing against my core. His expression turned smug, when he saw my nipples again peaking through the thin fabric. “You don’t have to say it. Your body speaks enough.”

With that he carried me out of the room, but we didn’t get far, as he crashed us into the next wall, his lips feverish on mine. I sighed deeply, when I felt him press against me as desperate as I was. Letting my hands wander through his hair, I pulled on the strands that normally were very orderly sorted on his head. But now I had turned them into a mess. “Thranduil…” I moaned, pressing myself even closer to him.

“I got you, meleth. I am here. You are safe.” He groaned against my lips.

“Bed.” I breathed out and he chuckled. “Which one? Ours or just any bed?”

“I hate you.” I said, leaning my face against his chest to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks. He took my chin into his hand, softly turning it, so that I had to look him into the eyes. His blue orbs were burning with desire and lust, making me speechless. “I am the king. I own every bed in this realm. So, if you should ever desire something else than ours, you shall have it. Besides. I would not mind fucking you on any bed or surface. By Valar, I would even fuck you in front all of my people to show how much I love you.”

“I figured.” I retorted, cockily. “What even was that back in the throne room? I know you are a possessive man, but that was something new. Even for you.” He smirked, tilting his head. “How do you thing I have managed to stay sane over all those years? A creature living this long needs to be creative to make life worth living.”

“Mhm. Sure. And now what's the truth?” I asked, not falling for his sly answer. “I was just incredible horny for my wife.” He whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. “So horny, that you would bring me to an orgasm in front of our guests?” I breathed, holding onto his shoulders. “Yes.” Was all he said, before he pressed his lips onto mine once again.

A scattering sound made us flinch apart, only to see a young servant standing in the middle of the hall, a load of books spread to his feet. “My king, my queen.” He bowed deeply, before he sunk to his knees to grab the books. “I am so sorry for interrupting, I did not intent to walk here, but I got lost on my way back to the library. Please forgive me.”

Quickly I shuffled out of Thranduils hold, kneeling besides the servant. I helped him sort his books, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Its alright. You are new, are you not?”

“Yes, your majesty. I am a new scribe in the library.” He didn’t dare to look at me, his eyes trained onto the books. I sighed deeply, wondering what the older elves had told him would happen if he were to look at me. “You know you can look me into the eyes.” I chuckled, ignoring the low huff of my husband behind me.

“I am not to look at the queen. That’s what I have been told by Cabron.” He answered. “He said I would be thrown into the dungeon where my eyes would be poked out and I was to rot to death.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do not fear me or the wrath of my husband. Cabron is a very… lets say teasing ellon. He was just messing with you. The rule is not to stare at me, looking me in the eyes, when I speak with you is fine.”

“Its not.” Thranduil grumbled behind me, but I shushed him. “Don’t listen to him. He is particularly grumpy today, as he had a run in with dwarves.” Then I stepped next to him. “If you want to the library, you walk down that corridor, take the first left turn, follow the path to the end and then turn right. After that you should be close enough to the library to know.”

The servant bowed again. “Thank you, your majesty.” Then he ran off the way I described to him. Looking at Thranduil, I raised an eyebrow. “Look at what you are doing to the young ellons. The older elves might understand your words in their meaning, but they are using it to torment the young ones.” He didn’t seem to be bothered one bit. “What a shame…” Slowly stalking towards me, a grin spread over his face. “That makes me think of something I said earlier.”

“And what would that be?” I asked breathless, fleeing backwards from my husband. The grin on his lips turning more wolfish with every step he took. “I shall take you where anyone can hear you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I shrieked; my eyes wide in shock.

“Oh, and how I would. And I will teach that scum of a dwarf a lesson.” He stopped his prowl, looking at me as if he was thinking about something. And then he yelled at me: “RUN!”

Before I even completely comprehended his words, my body reacted to his command. Gathering my skirt, I turned on the spot, fleeing down the hall, Thranduil hot on my heels. I was giggling like a little child, as I raced through the kingdom. Elves forced to jump aside, looking after us, as we passed them. Soon I was caught between a stone wall, the cliff of a path just above the dungeons and Thranduil blocking my only way out. Trying my best to catch my breath, I leaned against the wall, forcefully slowing my breathing. Then realization dawned on my face: “You routed me here…”

“I did.” There was no regret in his voice, the sly smile still present on his lips. His shoulders were heaving in big breaths, the fabric of his tunic stretching across his chest and arms as he flexed them against the wall. Slowly stalking towards me, he forced me deeper into the dungeon, until my back hit the wall. I looked to the side and down the cliff. Beneath me, I could see the dwarves being captured in their cells. Thorin looking right back at me.

He was about the same height we were currently at, the others of his company below us or him, unable to see what was happening. That didn’t keep them from listening. “Thorin. What's going on up there.” A young voice called out. Thorin’s face contorted, as he answered. “Nothing, Kili. Just the elven king giving into the desire of his flesh once more.”

“What does that even mean?” Kili asked, another voice, very similar to his answered him: “It means the elven king is about to fuck his wife just above you, you moron.”

“Fili!” Thorin thundered, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Even Thranduil had a sly smile on his lips, securely hidden from the dwarves.

“It seems like you have pulled our guests attention, nin iell.” He cockily said and I knew that he was staging a play. Tilting my head, I played along: “Good thing you are here to prevent me from any more danger.”

“Indeed.” He said, letting his eyes shamelessly run over my body. Then with one big last step, he closed the distance between us, picking me up once more. “Thranduil!” I yelped out, clutching at his arms and wrapping my legs around him. He tightened his arms around me, pressing me against the wall. It caused me to make a soft noise, something between a moan and a purr.

Thranduil grinned wolfishly, as one hand wandered from my face, down my shoulder, gripping the belt of my dress. And with one sharp tug, he ripped it from my body. I gasped at his sudden show of violence, the dress falling open. It was one of his favorite dresses. Basically, one long piece of fabric cut into two strands one side up to the middle. To wear it, I simply laid the two strands above my body, while the single strand covered my back. Then I wore a belt to safely secure it around my waist, sorting the fabric over my chest. Now those two strands were flaring widely open, only held between my legs.

Letting the belt fall to the ground, Thranduil gripped the fabric of the dress, slowly pulling it out between us, before he disregarded it onto the floor as well. Now I was naked, my back pressed against the cold stone wall.

“Please.” I begged, making the elf before me hoarsely chuckle, his teeth were grazing my earlobe, biting it gently.

“Please, what?” He asked as he pulled away, his eyes now dark with lust and desire.

“Please touch me.” I breathlessly whispered. It was all he needed. Without wasting any second, his lips captured mine, locking them in the most passionate and fiery way he could muster. The feeling of his lips against mine was enough to knock the air out of my lungs, not to mention the force of his tongue inside my mouth, it was enough to have my mind reeling.

He gently put me down, leaning me against the wall, as he knelt in front of me. Spreading his cloak on the floor to give some warmth from the cold stone. Patting the fabric in front of him, he looked at me with the uttermost desire I had ever seen a man look at me with. Fully aware of Thorins eyes upon me, I walked around Thranduil, taking my place on the ground beneath him. A sly grin on his lips, he shuffled between my legs, throwing one last glance to the dwarf watching us, before he simply dove down.

“Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Melethron!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my core. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “By Valar, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.”

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back, gripping the fabric of his cloak at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” I yelped out, his finger finding the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My walls pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger. 

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the ground, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my core as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Thranduil!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and had to pull him away.

“Oh, how I love seeing you like this. All ready for me.” Thranduil snickered, his eyes trained on the spot between my legs. I could feel my wetness slowly dripping out of my core, running down onto his cloak. “To bad, a certain dwarf had to interrupt me fucking you on my throne. Making you the queen you were born to be. I would have fucked my seed so deep inside of you. Taking you until you are begging for me to stop.  Making you a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have carried you back to our chambers, my cum leaking out of your pretty little pussy.”

I whined at his words, my body instinctively arching. “You are so needy for me. My beautiful little slut.” Playing with my folds, he pulled another moan from my lips. Forcing them into me, he curled them once more, finding my sweet spot just so easily, reaching places I couldn’t reach myself. “This pussy belongs to me, you hear me?”

“Yes.” I breathed out, my voice high pitched from the pleasure he was once again granting me.

“Yes what?” He snarled, his blue eyes squinting with a slight threat that shot the heat right between my legs.

“Yes, my king.” I mewled. “Please. I need you. Please…” Sounding like a needy child, I cried out for him, spreading my legs further to coax him in. He stopped moving his fingers inside of me, slowly pulling them out. “Do it again. Beg for it. I know you want to.”

“Thranduil…” My moan was reflected by the walls, traveling through the halls up to the throne room. “Please, my king. I need you. I want you to take me. Make me your queen, please…” Without a warning, he lined his cock up with my entrance, bottoming out in one go. I yelped at the pain of being stretched so suddenly, but it soon subsided, when he started his slow and passionate pace. He wanted to take his time. Relish in the moment.

I was a quivering mess beneath him. My eyes rolling back into my head, lips hanging open, hands gripping at everything they felt. He growled above me, causing my eyes to snap open. Like a ravenous predator, his eyes captured mine. A desire burning inside of them that only he could produce. “Please…” I whimpered once again, now completely pushed into submission by his demeanor. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. Then he turned my head towards the cliff. “Look at him.” Thranduil ordered and I opened my eyes, seeing Thorin stand in his cell. His hands harshly gripping the metal rods of the door.

Thranduil tapped my lips with his fingers and I obediently opened my mouth, taking his long digits down my throat. I choked on their length, but forced down the gag reflex. “Hands above your head.” He ordered and I quickly moved them where he wanted them. His response was taking them into his big hand, the pace switching from slow to a more moderate speed, knocking the air out of my lungs.

My head hung back, my lips being parted by his fingers, drool running down my cheeks, as I gave myself to him. The searing heat returning, starting between my legs and slowly burning its way through every fiber of my body. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, the sound of him growling my name and cursing in elvish dragging me towards the edge in record speed. I tried to ask for more, but his fingers restrained me from forming a coherent sentence. With a knowing grin, he let go of my mouth, looking at me challengingly: “What is it, nin iell?”

“M… More.” I moaned out. “Please. I need more.” He hummed at my request, bending down to kiss me. “Hmmm. My little petal. So eager to be fucked. Wishing to be ruined by her king.” He murmured between kisses, smothering every inch of my body he could reach. Unable to even process his words, he caught me by surprise, when he took my right leg and threw it over his shoulder, the space now enabling him to pound into me even deeper.

“Thranduil!” I cried out, twitching beneath him and trying to get away from his harsh thrusts. His cock hitting me deeply and perfectly on my sweet spot, to an extend that I wasn’t sure if it was still pleasure that shot through my body. “This was what you requested, was it not?” He cued and I couldn’t help but mewl. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, isn’t that right, gilgalad?”

Trying my hardest to answer him, I opened my lips, bit my sentence got ripped away by the sudden moan that rushed through my lips. Even though I was staring at my husband, I wasn’t really able to focus on anything in particular. All my attention laying on the feelings he freed deeply in my body. “There… Please…” My words were slurred and hasty, my brain drunken from the pleasure overtaking my body. “Here?” He cockily asked, repeating the exact movement that had me reeling in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation. “Or perhaps here?” Dragging his free hand over my body, he pinched my nipples hard, before he let his fingers wander lower. Circling my clit with soft little touches, he watched me, as I fell apart.

Searing hot the fire rushed through my veins. I tried to warn him from my upcoming orgasm, but my body was faster than my mind. My walls clamping down around his cock, I shakily came undone beneath him, the cry of his name ringing through the halls and echoing in the distance. A string of elvish curse words left my husband, my hip now marked in a new red bruise of his hand. But he didn’t falter in his thrusts. Relentlessly pounding into me, knowingly overstimulating me in the chase of his own release.

“I… Cant… Please… cant…” I cried out, but he cut me off with a hand around my throat. “Take it.” He growled. “I know you can. Be a good girl for me and take my cock.” His eyes were burning dark, the wild lust flaming through his pupils. And then he squeezed my throat, watching me, as my eyes rolled back into my head once more. The cry of his name, caught in my throat, my body overshooting with bliss and a blinding fire.

Trembling. That’s what I was able to do and not much more. My frame buried beneath the king, as he captured my swollen lips with his, only giving me short allowances of air. My vision got blurry, a tingly feeling spreading through my limps and I nearly missed the second wave of hot pleasure racing through my body. Thranduil of course noticed by the way my walls were gripping him once more. “Come.” He demanded. “Come for me again.”

It was all I needed to hear, when he let go of my throat, supporting his weight on both of his arms, letting go of my hands. Shattering around him a second time, I gripped his shoulders, pressing myself against his frame to find something to ground me against the violent shivers that overtook my body. It was blinding and breathtaking, as I released the blistering heat in my body with a cry of his name, that was surely heard in all Mirkwood.

I barely noticed him being brought to his own release, the stuttering pulse of my walls, finally pulling him over the edge as well. A growl on his lips, he captured my mouth with his, forcing me into a heated and passionate kiss. The once harsh and fervent snaps of his hips melted into soft bucks, rolling against my core until he slowly came to a stop.

It took him a few moments to find his composure again, but when he did, he slowly pulled out of me and I couldn’t help myself but curse. “I am sorry, meleth nin.” He whispered, stroking the hair out of my face. “I should have been softer on you.” Looking over my body, he let his hand rest against my core, cooling the heated flesh with his cold touch. Then he got up on his feet, and I only now realized, that he was still wearing all of his clothes. Smiling at him, I tried to get up, but he shook his head.

“Rest, meleth, I will take care of you.” Once he had his clothes sorted, he kneeled down next to me again, carefully wrapping his cloak around my shivering body, the coldness of the dungeons slowly creeping into my bones. “Thranduil…” I whimpered out, trying to reach out for him, but he shushed me immediately. “Its alright, little ithil. I got you.” Then he turned to grab my dress, but his action were interrupted by a sly grin. Handing me the belt, he crumpled the fabric into a ball. Getting up to his feet, he hurled it across the distance, directly between two metal rods of Thorins cell and directly into his face.

“Keep it as a reminder of your place, dwarf.” Thranduil gritted out between his teeth an arrogant and possessive smile on his lips. Thorin looked as surprised as I was, but his expression quickly turning sour. “You will pay for this, elf!” He yelled, but Thranduil just chuckled. “We will see about that.” Picking me up from the ground, he made his way through the dungeon and up the little pathways. In the distance I could still hear Thorin cursing us out in Khuzdul, his voice quickly fading into nothing more than a quiet background noise…

On our way back to our chambers, we passed several elves all of which carried a sly smile on their lips, that could have rivaled my husband himself.

Part 2:

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[somedaylazysomeday]

A Boon

You own a bar called the Ripple, doing what business you can in the remains of Lake-Town. When King Bard brings an insufferable elf king to the Ripple in an attempt to guilt the Elvenking into providing aid to the town, you clash. You clash once more when Thranduil attempts to help you run your business. Eventually, the two of you enter into a wager over whether his wine can become the Ripple’s most popular beverage. If you win, Thranduil removes Smaug’s carcass from the lake. If he wins… you spend a night in his bed. 

Part One - Warnings for alcohol references, attempted poisoning (kinda), verbal sparring, power disparity, betting, sex as terms of a bet.

Part Two - Warnings for mentions of alcohol, cheating in a bet, power disparity, sex as terms of a bet, fingering, explicit piv sex, creampie.

Part Three - Warnings for alcohol consumption, unwanted positions of power, mentions of economic distress, mild angst, references to physical intimacy, another ill-advised bet.

Part Four - Warnings for mentions of alcohol consumption and drunkenness, denial-based bet, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), slight somnophilia, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie.

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Those Hands.

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Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity, comparison, angst, sexual references, mutual pining, idiots in love.

Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you (from the race of Men) but constantly compares his body and features with other men, thinking you find him disgusting." Requested by multiple readers and anons. (THANK YOU!)

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Thorin watched every little interaction that you had with other males, whether they be Dwarves, Men or Elves. He couldn’t help but watch you blush, avert eye contact and use self-soothing gestures, such as touching your face, curling your hair with your fingers, or rubbing your upper arms. 

Since Thorin had been crowned King of Erebor, and re-building was underway, many people visited the mountain. Bard came from Esgaroth, often meeting with Thorin in council, to discuss trade deals and assistance in building. Much to Thorin’s distain, Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, also came. Again, he joined the council to converse around the subject of trade deals in precious metals and gemstones.  

Your relationship with Thorin was entirely built on trust. The two of you had been companions out on the road during the quest to re-take Erebor. He had always valued your opinion, spoke with you in private, and kept you close to him on his council of advisors. Erebor was now your home, despite you being of the race of Men. Your family were all gone, meaning that the Dwarves had now taken that place, welcoming you into the fold and treating you as one of their own. 

One morning, council was busy. Neldra, one of the kitchen staff, was on hand with jugs of cold drinks and pots of tea. Then once all the drinks were laid out neatly on intricately laced doilies, she came back with a trolley of fresh pastries. 

The smell was divine; you took an inhale and let the scent overtake you. Apple and cinnamon were among the selection: your favourite. 

You reached out to take one of the pastries, only to feel another hand graze yours. “I apologise,” a voice came, from the direction of the hand. 

It was Bard, from two seats down to your right hand side, who had stretched across to grab one of Neldra’s famous delicacies. “It was no bother,” you replied. “You first.” 

“Ladies first. I insist.” 

Thorin’s blue eyes studied the scene going on before him. No one else had noticed the exchange between you and Bard. Upon the impact of yours and Bard’s hands, Thorin felt a jolt in his chest. It rose up into his throat, and he closed his eyes for a brief second. The red hot sensation bore into him, feeling as if it were forming a hole straight through him. Upon opening his eyes, Thorin looked at his hands, then glanced across to Bard’s. The man’s hands were broad, but his fingers long and slender. Very much unlike Thorin’s. The Dwarf King’s fingers were short and bulky, with stubby ends. Surely Bard’s hands would have the dexterity and skill to caress your skin, drawing shivers from you. A Dwarf’s hands would be too calloused and thick to evoke any kind of pleasurable sensation upon a woman from the race of Men. 

Chatter continued, along with eating and drinking. In that time, Thorin tried his hardest to push the negative thoughts from his mind, and concentrate on the conversation at hand, which involved the realms of Erebor and Esgaroth exchanging skilled workers and apprentices. 

Thranduil was also present and merely rolled his eyes as the conversation got underway between Bard and Thorin. The Elven King did not like to waste his time, and being in this council meant that there were stints of time where his input was not needed. 

“Would you like another drink?” you asked Thranduil, picking up the nearest china pot of tea. 

“I would much prefer wine, but since I’m not within my realm, I would not say no.”

Thorin’s gaze darted over to Thranduil, and then to you. He saw you brush a piece of hair behind your ear, and then look up at the Elven King sat opposite you. Your ears were small, with one golden hoop earring in each lobe. Then Thorin looked at Thranduil’s ears; pointed at the tip, finely structured. They weren’t big, round and sticking out. Thorin’s ears were ugly, and thankfully he could keep them hidden under his long hair. Secretly, he had always imagined you whispering against them, your lips brushing them. It made Thorin shiver. 

Once council had concluded, Thorin left the chamber and headed back to the royal wing. Once inside and he stood in front of his full length dress mirror, staring at the protruding ears on the side of his head. Then he studied his large hands, thinking back to Bard’s. 

The males from the races of Men and Elves made you blush in a way that Thorin never had. Their bodies were more finely crafted, which complemented yours. They had finer features with smaller noses and brows. 

Thorin shifted back and sat on his bed, his hands in his lap. He took one more glance at them, feeling disgusted at what he saw. They would never be good enough for you. None of his body would ever be good enough for you. Everything about him was oversized, not delicate and handsome like Bard and Thranduil. Both of them had lost their wives, and may have wished to re-marry, so they would make better husbands for you. 

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The following day and Thorin was sat in the council room, signing documents. His quill scratched loudly against the parchment. 

You walked in, holding a further stack of documents in your hands. “These should be the last ones,” you said, offering a smile. 

Thorin looked up at you. No blush on your face to be seen. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked. There was something in his eyes, a thoughtfulness. Maybe even a sadness. You sat down in an empty seat next to Thorin. “What’s wrong?” On impulse, you placed your hand on top of his. 

Thorin looked at your hands, watching your thumb gently caress his knuckle. How huge his hand looked against yours. But how right it felt, as if the size did not matter, and they were still able to fit together as one. 

“There is nothing wrong,” Thorin said, forcing a weak smile. “I hear that Bard is leaving this afternoon. Will you not be wishing him farewell?” 

“I barely know him,” you replied. “I’d feel it strange to do so.” 

“Would you wish to get to know him?” 

“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“Surely you find him handsome,” Thorin continued, pulling the new stack of documents over towards him. 

��Not really. Can’t say I do. There’s some reason to you asking this, Thorin.” 

“Why would I have any reason?” 

“There’s always a reason to anything that you ask. I know you enough by now. Talk to me. You’ve always given me more trust than I deserve, and never questioned me liked this before.” 

Thorin took a deep inhale and looked at you, dropping his quill. “Who do you find handsome? If not Bard, maybe Thranduil?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Why ever would you think I’m attracted to King Thranduil?” The whole idea was so comical that you couldn’t help but keep giggling. “It takes….” You couldn’t stop the giggling. “A special….kind of woman….to…..” 

Thorin also began to chuckle, watching your face turn red in amusement and delight. His heart somehow felt lighter as he watched you, and that overwhelming love for you rose. It was a love that would allow him to do anything to make you happy. It was a love that would make him sacrifice his very life to keep you safe. It was sacrificial and unconditional. 

You could see the glow in Thorin’s eyes and the smile which curled his lips upwards. He was the one you found handsome, above all others. The intensity in his eyes made butterflies swarm in your stomach. His proud presence caused you to shiver whenever he entered a room. His voice was enough to make your imaginations travel to another place where only the two of you were, locked away in comfort, pursuing wondrous pleasure. 

You edged closer to Thorin. “You said you want to know who I find handsome?” 

Thorin’s heart was hammering now and he was sure that you would be able to hear it. 

“It’s you.” Your voice was a whisper. “It’s always been you. How could it not be you? Why would you ever think I’d be attracted to Bard and Thranduil?” 

Thorin closed his eyes in embarrassment. “My features and body are not like theirs.” 

“So why would that not make you handsome?” 

“My hands…” 

“Your hands?” you giggled. This time a blush did hit your cheeks, and it was even more vivid than it had ever been when in the company of any other man. “You have found out my secret.” 

“What secret?” Thorin asked, shifting ever so slightly closer to you. He had never wanted you any more than he did in those moments. The very thought that it was him that you found handsome was making his whole being rise, but anticipation was now racing down his spine in shivers. 

“I have had a fantasy for some time now, since meeting you, of what you could do to me with those hands,” you said, biting your lip. 

Thorin couldn’t hold back any more and moved even closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His breath was elevated and his eyes were sparkling with so much joy, but slight fear. 

His lips crashed against yours and you both groaned upon impact. Within seconds and the kiss had grown deep, your tongues both meeting. You couldn’t help but whimper as Thorin’s lips left yours and trailed down your neck. His beard tickled your skin and then as he grew more impatient, you could feel the tickle become a bristling, sharp sensation. Your hands became lost in his hair as he nuzzled at your neck, groaning and grunting. 

Thorin felt your fingertips brush over his ears, and it drew an overwhelming shiver from his very core. 

“I love you, Thorin,” you said again. “Now show me what you can do with those hands.” 

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